Leather Punishment
She woke up to the feel of his hands groping her. She was stretched out on her
stomach, hands over her head, bound with thick leather cuffs. The cuffs were
something she always wore; it naturally was a part of her everyday wardrobe. But
she heard a chain jingle and when she attempted to move her arms, found that the
chain secured her wrists around a bedpost. She opened her eyes, but the room was
dark, a very faint glow from what she assumed was a candle on the other side of
the room.
"You're awake." His voice was rough in her ear.
"Yes Sir." She murmured softly.
"Do you know why you are restrained?"
"No Sir."
"Last night. Do you remember now?"
"I... I came without your permission Sir." Her voice wavered slightly. It wasn't
intentional, but with the feel of him pounding into her relentlessly, and the
intense vibrations on her clit. It had just gone on too long, and she came,
screaming and twitching and shaking violently.
"That is correct." He leaned into her ear and kissed it softly. "Do you believe
you deserve punishment?"
"Yes Sir, if it pleases you." She told him, it was too dark to actually see the
details of his face.
"It pleases me very much so." She felt him dragging the blanket away from her
body and shivered at the coolness of the room. It was hot, the middle of summer,
and their air conditioner had broken earlier in the week, she was curious how
he'd managed to cool the room off so much, but her mind didn't stay on the
thought for long because his hand slapped against her ass, not too hard, but
enough to shock her from her own thoughts. "I said get on your knees."
She nodded quickly, bowing her head. "Sorry Sir." She pulled her legs up under
herself and propped herself up on her elbows. Her pert ass stuck up in the air
and he smirked at her.
"Good girl." Another slap against her ass caused her hips to buck. "Stay still."
He growled at her and heard her take a deep breath. "Now, what do you think
would be suitable for doing such a thing? How many slaps against your hot little
ass?"
"Fifteen sir?" She closed her eyes tightly, trying to listen to him, to listen
to his voice and try to figure out what he was thinking, or planning, or where
he was standing.
"Fifteen you say? Well, I think we shall double that today." She let out a quiet
wail. Thirty spanks? A chill ran down her spine. He couldn't be serious, could
he? "And it will not be from my hand."
"Wh-what do you plan to use Sir?" Her voice was unsteady. Using his hand was one
thing, but he planned to use something else in her punishment.
"That my dear, you will just have to wait and find out." His hand thrummed
against her ass again. She listened to him as he moved around the room. What was
he doing? Fear had sent it's cold grip on her spine. She couldn't move.
"First of all, I have a present for you."
"A present Sir?"
"Yes." He smirked and moved back towards the bed. She felt something cold and
damp against her anus. And then one of his fingers. Rubbing around the outer
ring before slowly pushing inside. A moan tore from her lips and his other hand
slapped her ass. "Did I tell you that you could moan?"
"No, Sir, I'm sorry Sir." One finger became two, gently see-sawing out of her
tight sphincter. A third finger was added and he smiled at her sharp intake of
breath.
"Are you ready for your gift?"
"Yes sir." She nodded slowly and felt it pressing against her asshole. Thick
soft plastic. He moved it slowly, pushing it in. It stretched her wide. Never
had anything penetrated her ass before, and it was causing delicious friction,
and shivers ran up and down her spine. The thick plastic grew thicker as it sunk
deeper. She began to feel like it would never stop, it would just keep sinking
deeper and deeper, stretching her wider and wider until she either came, or died
from the excruciating pain/pleasure.
He watched as her ass gripped the plug, he pushed it slowly until just barely an
inch was left, then he stopped, pulled his hand back and then slapped her ass
hard. His fingers hit the butt plug and it quickly filled her the rest of the
way. Her back arched and she cried out.
"Oh fuck! Shit! Fuck!" She cursed loudly, her hips pushing back trying to push
the painful invader from her body. Her body quaked. The sensations were amazing.
It hurt, but there was a layer of pleasure, just below the pain.
"Shhh." He hushed her, letting his fingers run up and down her spine. "Good
girl. Be quite now." Her curses subsided to whimpers which after a few short
moments dissipated, and she was silent again, except from her harsh breathing.
"Now, your punishment begins." He moved away from her again and she laid her
cheek back down against the blankets. Seconds later she felt the first lick of
the small leather whip against her rump. "I would like you to count my dear. All
the way to thirty. If you miss one, or loose count we will begin again."
She nodded quickly, and managed to speak. "One, Sir." He hit her again. "Two,
Sir." Halfway through she let out a quiet sob. The pain was horrible, but
tolerable, but she couldn't help but cry. "Twenty-nine, Sir." Her throat was
corded with the urge to scream.
Her thick wetness dripped from her pussy, coating her inner thighs in the heady
arousal. The final strike came in contact with her bare pussy. Her hips bucked
and her whole body jerked. "Thirty, Sir." Her voice was just barely a whisper.
The pain was so powerful. Her head was swimming, she couldn't see anything all
she could hear was a loud static in her ears, and his breathing.
"You handled your punishment well, Love. I think you deserve a reward, what do
you think?"
"Yes, please Sir. A reward would be greatly appreciated." The bed shifted as he
climbed up behind her.
"Can you hold out for me this time? Not come until I tell you to?" She nodded
quickly.
"Yes Sir. I will obey you sir. "
"If you don't we'll have to go to sixty next time."
"I will obey you sir!" She cried, not wanting to displease him.
"Good girl, you will come when I tell you to, and not before." Then without
another word he entered her dripping went passage, and began to move quickly,
grunting at the feel of her tight pussy gripping his throbbing cock.
He let his hands rub and knead her ass, occasionally slapping his palm against
it, causing her to buck. Then he fixed his eyes on the plug. Bright pink, a
color that fit her personality so well. He used one hand to grip the base and
began to pull it out slowly before pushing it back in.
Her inner walls clenched and she bucked. The reaction pleased him so he repeated
it, again and again, until he heard her saying something quietly, over and over.
"Speak up Love."
"Please let me come! Please I want to come!" She threw her head back and pushed
her hips into his.
"Not yet."
"Please!" She wailed. His hips thrust continuously against hers, his cock
disappearing into her dripping passage over and over.
One of his hands slid over her hips, up her back, then back down, before curling
around to manipulate her clit. She shrieked, and nearly came at the contact.
"Keep begging." He grunted feeling his own end drawing near. He pushed deeper,
barely slipping out an inch before thrusting in again. His pelvis pushed against
the plug deeper.
Her pleading ran together, incoherent words left her mouth as she felt the
swirling growing in her belly, her inevitable orgasm teasing her, tempting her
to come without permission.
"Come." He whispered in her ear and she cried loudly. Her body jerked and
convulsed, her pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing and milking him as he
came spurting inside of her body. Their orgasms seemed to last for hours, he
kept his fingers on her clit, trying to keep her coming, to keep her on that
edge, to keep her pussy clenching on his dick. The twitching of her inner
muscles was intoxicating.
But in reality minutes passed, they collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap of
tired limbs. "Fuck." He grunted pulling out of her and falling onto his back.
She curled her body towards his and sighed softly.
"Hmm wow." She couldn't help but smile a little. When she moved the plug
shifted, causing her to wince, and whimper.
"You were a good girl, handled your punishment well." He let a hand trail down
her spine, tracing the curve of it. Then he cupped her ass, pulled her body on
top of his before slowly pulling the thick plastic from her ass. It fell onto
the bed, discarded, and then he reached up and unhooked the chains from her
leather cuffs.
"So did I please you then?" She asked snuggling into his chest.
"You did." He let his hands roam over her back before yanking a blanket over the
top of them.
"Does this mean I get to be in charge tomorrow night?" Her voice was laced with
sleep, exhaustion trying to take over her mind and body.
"We'll see." He told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before letting his own
eyes slip shut.
