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Pleasurable Punishment
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Pleasurable Punishment You come upstairs after a lazy day. I’m already lying on the bed. You go about your normal routine of using the bathroom, the come back and get undressed, standing close to the bed so I can watch as you take off your clothes, close enough for me to touch you if I want to. Soon you’re naked except for your bra. As you reach back and unhook the confining garment, I reach out and grab your arm, pulling you down onto the bed. “You’ve been a very bad girl, you know,” I tell you, my hand curling around your breast. “Yes.” You’re so aroused that your voice is little more than a squeak. “Yes, what?” I hiss. “Yes, Master.” “That’s better.” I pull the bra away from your body and toss it aside. I gently rub your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipples. You moan softly. I roll them slowly between my thumb and forefinger, harder now, making you gasp with surprise. I move my hand down your belly. Instinctively you spread your legs for me. I slap your inner thigh. “Not yet. You need a thorough punishment first.” I lean into you and lightly press my lips to your ear. “On your knees, slave,” I whisper. You quickly get onto your hands and knees. “Now,” I say. “Do you know why you’re being punished?” “Not exactly, Master.” “You’ve been keeping something from me.” I put my hand in your hair and turn your head so I can look into your eyes. “You’ve been hiding the fact that you want me to punish you. You’ve been aching for it. Pleading for it with your eyes. Yet you haven’t told me in words. Correct?” “Yes, Master,” you say quietly. “Louder!” I command. “Yes, Master!” I release your head. “Raise your ass as high as you can, and stick it out. That’s right. Keep it that way. Oh, and try not to be too loud. We wouldn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves, now would we? I’ll start with my hand. After that . . .” Your heart leaps and sinks at the same time. You know what’s going to come next. Without warning, my hand comes down on your ass. You jump, despite your best efforts to be still. Thankfully, you manage not to cry out. I start slowly, keeping you in suspense as to when the next blow will come. Then I quicken my pace, smacking you harder, testing your ability to obey. With each blow your arousal grows stronger, the intensity of your need for this increasing with the intensity of my strokes. When you can no longer keep from squirming I land the hardest blow yet. You can’t help but whimper. I stop abruptly. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll gag you.” You nod and manage to take the next few smacks silently. Then I stop again. “You know what’s next, don’t you, slave?” “Yes, Master.” “How many?” You hesitate momentarily, trying to balance the number your body cries out for against the number you can actually take. “Ten?” you say finally. “Ten sounds adequate. So ten it will be. Ready?” You press your face into the mattress, determined not to scream. Of course, you can’t do it. After eight you cry out, pressing your face deep into the pillow to muffle the sound. After nine you come. After ten you come again. I hold you gently, stroking your hair away from your face. I kiss your cheek softly, whispering, “Good girl.” You watch me undress then as you try to regain your composure. “Get on your back and spread your legs,” I tell you. “Now close your eyes.” You hear me open one of the dresser drawers. Then you feel my weight on the bed as I crawl in between your legs. You feel my hot breath on your thighs, moving toward your crotch. You moan, knowing what is to come. My tongue is on your flesh now, licking around your wet pussy, then focusing on your clit, lapping gently. Suddenly I stop. You hear a familiar click–the sound of the lube bottle being opened. You struggle to keep your eyes closed. You feel my finger pressing against your pussy. You’re so wet it slides inside you easily. “Before I do anything else, slave, I want you to take this butt plug,” I say, my voice stern. “Yes, Master.” I pull my finger out of your wet pussy and move down to your ass, gently sliding my finger inside the tight hole. You love it when I use your ass, and you can’t help moan your appreciation. I slide my finger in and out, preparing you for the toy that will take its place. After a few minutes, I lube up the plug, place it at the entrance to your asshole, and gently push it in. You do your best to relax your muscles, gradually opening up to accept it. It takes only a few minutes for me to slide it in up to the base. “Now, back to what I was doing,” I say, going straight for your clit. You wriggle against my tongue, taking in the wonderful sensations. “Do you want to come, slave?” I demand. “Yes, Master, I do.” “Beg me.” “Oh please, Master. Please,” you say. “I can hardly stand it. I want to come for you so badly!” I lick you more quickly, making you pant and moan. The feeling is getting very intense, and you can feel your orgasm building. Sensing that you’re close, I grab your wrists. This simple act sends you over the edge. I touch your clit with my tongue, eliciting cries of “Oh God! Oh God!” from deep in your straining throat. I stand up, smiling. You see the sheen of your juices on my cheeks and chin. “Roll over,” I say. You roll over as quickly as you can. I move around in front of you and place my hard cock at your mouth. Eagerly you open up and lick my erection. I thrust myself inside your mouth and you suck me happily, running your tongue along the length of my shaft. You bob your head up and down, trying to please me the best way you know how. I moan softly, running my fingers through your hair. Then my grip tightens and I begin fucking your face. After a couple of minutes I pull away and move around again, positioning myself between your legs. I rub my cock, still wet with your saliva, against your dripping pussy. Then with one quick thrust I bury myself inside you. You throw your head back and cry out with passion. I pound into you just long enough to start you building to climax again. Then, just as quickly as I started, I pull out. “I’m going to take the plug out now,” I tell you, “so I can fuck your luscious ass.” Slowly I pull the toy from your asshole then place the head of my cock at the tight opening. I slide in almost effortlessly. You moan and push your ass back against me. “You love it when I fuck your ass, don’t you, my little slave?” “God, yes, Master!” you cry. “I love having your cock in my ass!” I start slowly, savoring the sensation. As you get more excited and start slamming your hips against mine, I step up my pace. “Rub your clit, slave. Make yourself come for me again.” You put your hand between your legs and find the swollen button. You rub gently, knowing that it won’t take much to get yourself off. Your cries become louder as my pace quickens. I grunt as I pull at your hips. “I’m going to come,” I growl. “Oh, yes! Please come inside me. God, yes!” You rub your clit vigorously, bringing on a powerful orgasm. We cry out in unison, both our bodies riding the waves of pleasure, then collapse in a sweaty, breathless heap. I lean over to kiss your lips. “You’re such a good slave, my love,” I say contentedly. “And you’re such a wonderful Master,” you reply. “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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1/11/2008 10:39 am |
I like that enough to send it to my lover. KC from your hometown
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Sexy... I liked the domination factor...
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