Happy Valentine's Day! ;-D
I want you up against the wall. I want your arms up, your palms flat on the surface, your legs slightly parted, and your ass sticking out. I want you ready. I don't want you looking at me, at least not yet. I'd stand behind you and ask you calmly if you're ready for me. You know what I'm going to do. Well, that's not true. You know I'm going to make you cum, make you hurt. You just don't know how I'm going to do it.
I walk into the room and see you there, waiting for me. Your short tennis-style skirt is just long enough to hide your ass. That corset, on the other hand, hides very little. Your breasts, bulging out, the hint of a nipple showing on the right one, call to me.
"Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yes Matt. I'm ready."
I quickly move behind you. I lean over you and whisper in your ear softly, "Are you ready for me to fuck you, love?" You begin to nod and I grab your hair and pull your head back lightly. "We said we were going to use words, remember?" I say. "Yes," you reply. "Sorry Matt. It won't happen again."
I let go of your hair and reach around you to play with your trapped breasts. I roughly pull your right breast further from the corset's cup, so it rests atop the leather. I pinch your nipple and you moan in response. You push your ass out even further, hoping to rub against my pants and the very hard cock inside them. I step to the side. "Remember," I whisper, "you're not in control of this situation. I will hand out pleasure and punishment as I see fit."
I pull your hair again and your back arches as you try and keep your hands on the wall. We didn't agree beforehand what your punishment might be if you broke the pose without my permission, but I think you know what to expect from past playdates. I like to leave marks. I know I've left some on you before.
"Good girl."
I move back behind you. I press up against you and put my hands on your throat. "My hands are your collar. I can keep it loose, like it is right now, or I can tighten it if I feel you need more control." My hands close over your windpipe and I feel a shiver go through your body. I lean forward and plant light kisses on the back of your neck. After each kiss I squeeze a little tighter, until you begin to gasp for air. I stop. I don't want to hurt you, at least not yet.
I keep one hand on your neck. The other goes back down to your exposed breast. I rub it roughly. My nails, short as they are, leave red traces across your skin. You let out a moan and your body, tense from being choked, relaxes slightly.
I kiss the back of your neck again.
"I am in control and I will remain in control. I don't want to have to remind you of that again."
I press against you and I run my hand down your chest to your skirt. I hold it there, my fingers wrapped in the fabric.
"What do you think I'll find here, kitten? I bet you I know..."
I grin. This is always one of my favorite parts of our playtime, when I find out just how turned on your are.
I flip your skirt up and run my fingers lightly over your panty-clad pussy. The warmth radiating from your crotch and the dampness I feel seeping through your panties almost makes me the one who loses control. I entertain thoughts of savagely ripping off your underwear and just fucking you, not caring about anything but the feeling of your cunt around my cock, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, over and over again.
I pull away and try and refocus. I can't lose control. I can't. The throbbing of my cock in my pants and the smell of your pussy on my fingers bring me back to reality.
"I can feel your wetness, kitten," I say, a grin painting the corners of my mouth. "I can feel how ready you are for me."
I lick my fingers and taste you faintly on them. You taste slightly bitter, slightly sour, but oh so sweet. I want more. I return my fingers to your panties and press hard against your clit.
"Though I guess if you can't have me, you'll take anyone, isn't that right, slut?"
You moan loudly and I remove my hand. Your panties are soaked through, useless. I can feel your juices coating my hand.
The urge, the need to just take you, have you, fuck you, returns. My cock surges against my pants. It, like me, is desperate to be let loose.
My voice, a mixture of anger and want, bounces around the room:
"Answer me. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you fucking want!"
I don't need to hear your response. I already know what you want and how you want it. I grab your shoulder and spin you around roughly. The look in your eyes is more telling than the shape of your lips as you whisper a single word: "Yes."
I lean in to kiss you but stop short, my lips an inch from yours.
"Say it again, louder this time," I ask. I can feel your breath on my mouth. Your breathing has become quite heavy.
"Yes," you repeat, much louder this time. "I want it. I want you."
I kiss you deeply, my lips playing over yours, our tongues colliding and intertwining. I bite your lip lightly, making you yelp, more in shock than pain. As if to prove that you're not phased by pain, you bite my lip in return, hard. So hard, in fact, that you almost draw blood. I cry out and pull away from you quickly, bringing my fingers up to my lip to check if I'm bleeding. I'm not, but it still stings.
I look up and see you grinning. You knew exactly what you were doing and you liked it. I don't know if you expect me to react or not, but I guess you'll find out soon enough.
I turn towards you and shove you down on the bed with my hand. I would have slapped you, but I didn't want to start with violence. No, you won't learn anything through that. You're used to violence, to pain, and I know that you don't fear it. What I'm going to give you will be something far different.
"What the fuck was that?" I ask, my voice rising. "That fucking hurt, bitch. You are in no position to do that and you know it."
You half sit up on the bed, your voice silent, the expression on your face blank. I take a step towards you and you recoil slightly, almost cowering.
"Take your clothes off, Kitten. I need to go get something."
I can hear you pull off your remaining clothes as I turn around and walk towards the closet. I don't know what I'm going to do to you, but I'm hoping a peek in the toy box will help me make up my mind.
A quick dig through the box produced a buttplug, a collar, and a leash. I gather them in my arms and bring them back into your field of vision. You're lying there naked, looking curiously in my direction. You want to know what I chose to deal with your big mouth this time and I'm only happy to share. I unglamorously dump the toys onto the table next to your head.
"Here, put this on." I throw the collar at you. It lands next to you with a dull thud. You grab it and turn away from me as you fumble to put it on. I can't tell for sure from the angle you're sitting, but it seems like your hands are trembling.
I take my clothes off and stand before you. I'm not hard yet, but I'm getting there. You reach towards my cock and I swat your hand away.
"There will be no fun, not for me, not for you, until you apologize. I don't want a verbal apology. I know how quick you are to run your mouth, and I know that you're just as quick to try and apologize for some of the things you say. No, I want you to submit to me. I want the apology to come from your body." My tone is harsh, my voice deep and booming. "Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Matt," you respond meekly.
"What's that? I didn't hear you." There's a grin on my face, though it's not exactly cheerful looking.
You repeat yourself, louder this time.
"Good girl. Now get on all fours and face away from me." You comply. "Okay, now look over your shoulder at me. I'm going to spank you 20 times and I want you to count for me. Do you think you can handle that?" The sarcasm in my voice is unmistakable and you blush deeply. "Yes, Matt. I can do that." Again your voice is soft and meek but I let it slide this time.
I look at you in front of me and can't help but grin. You arch your back slightly, accentuating your curves even more. My eyes are drawn to your wet pussy as it pokes out between your spread legs. I swear I see you wiggle your ass, though I know, or at least I hope, that you wouldn't dare do that given the situation. Maybe my grin diffused it in your mind, made you think that I wasn't mad anymore. Whatever, I think, as the grin slides off my face. You'll soon find out the truth.
"Are you ready?" I ask. I'm standing behind you, my erect cock pointing lewdly in your direction.
I draw my hand back, waiting for your response.
"Yes."
Your reply starts as a whisper and explodes into a scream as I smack you hard across the ass.
"That's one. I want you to count for me, okay?"
I hit you again, this time a bit harder.
"I don't hear you counting! You don't want me to have to spank you more times than you deserve, right?"
I probably will end up doing that no matter what happens. I always find a good reason to extend our sessions for longer than originally planned.
"Yes Matt." Your voice cracks a little as you answer me. I smile cruelly.
I spank you a third time and, in the echo, you clearly and carefully yell, "three!"
I continue smacking your ass and you continue to count. Sometimes I "slip" and slap your pussy instead, which makes you moan. You are literally dripping by the time we reach the halfway mark.
"That was ten, Kitten. You don't want me to stop, do you?" I ask, a wide grin playing across my face.
"No Matt. I want you to punish me. You owe me ten more."
"Good girl. You deserve to be punished for what you did, but don't worry, we'll be playing soon enough."
I allow you to massage your now beet red ass and you quickly reach back and rub it vigorously, hoping, perhaps, that it will ease the pain. I grab the buttplug from the bed and walk forward. You look up and your eyes focus on my semi-hard cock before trailing up to my face.
"Suck on this," I say. "I want it nice and wet by the time I'm down spanking you. Since your mouth will be full, I will do the counting for you. Do you understand?"
You open your mouth to reply and I take the opportunity to shove the plug into your mouth. You don't like the rubbery taste of the toy, I can tell by the look on your face. You should be lucky I didn't choose a bigger toy. At least this one you can suck on comfortably while I continue to spank you.
I return to the foot of the bed and admire my earlier handiwork. The redness on your ass has faded slightly. "I'll have to do something about that," I think to myself.
I bring my arm back to spank you again and I notice your body tense up. *Thwack* I slap your ass hard, harder than before. A muffled scream escapes your mouth, which is locked around the plug.
"That's eleven. Fourteen more, Kitten."
You look back at me, your eyes flashing with anger. I slap you again.
"Twelve. You look back again, bitch, and I'm adding five more."
The next five spanks I alternate between your ass cheeks. I want you to remember this spanking, Kitten. Once we're done, I'm going to force you up and march you into the bathroom, so you can see what you look like, ass bright red, pussy dripping, sucking on a buttplug and waiting to be fucked. You're a slut and I love it. You're my slut.
"Eighteen," I say, after a particularly vicious slap that landed mostly on your pussy. "There's seven more, Kitten, and then we'll be through. I hope you're getting that plug nice and slick, because that's all the lube I'm going to use."
Your cries have gotten increasingly louder and, dare I say, sexier. You sound like you're really in pain every time my hand lands on your skin. It's not shock anymore; you know what's coming. No, this is hurt you're feeling.
By the time I get to twenty two, you are actually crying. I can see the trail of tears running down the sides of your face and dripping down to dampen the pillow. Twenty five spanks are a lot, I know, but I don't regret the punishment, and I know you don't either.
"Three more, Kitten. You can make it. And maybe next time, you'll think twice before you act, eh?"
*Thwack* Twenty three lands with a resounding slap that echos around the room. Your ass is a mixture of bright and dark reds. I swear I see the outline of a hand print on your right ass cheek, but it might just be wishful thinking.
I run my hand down your bruised buttom, trailing it between your legs and over your soaking pussy. I can't wait to taste you, but first things first.
*Thwack* Your scream is only slightly muffled by the plug.
"Twenty four. One more, and then you're done. I want you to stay in place, please. I don't want to punish you any more, but if you move before I tell you to... well, I don't think you want to do that."
I stare at your ass for a minute, trying to figure out where the best place for the last spank might be. I choose the upper left section, bring my arm back, and vow to hit you as hard on the last one as I did the first.
*Thwack* "That's it, Kitten."
I see your muscles relax, but to your credit you don't break out of the position. I bend down and kiss your ass gently. The skin is hot against my lips.
I walk to the head of the bed and kiss your forehead.
"Come, get up. I want you to see what you look like."
You obediently follow me to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and you stand next to me. The look on your face, when you see your ass, is one of both horror and intrigue. I slap it slightly and you noticeably wince.
"You look like such a slut," I say with a smile. "Look at you, your ass bruised and battered, your pussy soaking wet, and with a butt plug in your mouth."
I can tell you want to say something, so I tell you to take the plug out of your mouth.
"I'm sorry, Matt. I shouldn't have run my mouth, really. I shouldn't have hurt you. Please forgive me. I don't deserve your love, much less your cock." You look like you might be ready to cry again. I reach over and pull you close to me.
"It's alright, love," I whisper in your ear. "I forgive you. Sometimes you just need to be punished."
My cock hardens against your stomach and you reach down and grab it.
"Sometimes you need to be punished, Kitten. And sometimes you need to be fucked."
The second part will be posted very soon.