Smutty writing #2

Punishment

As I pulled on a pair of my tallest, strappiest black heels, I chuckled to myself. Tonight I was playing with my boi, and he never disappointed. My outfit would be sure not to disappoint him either. Smoothing my thigh high fishnets, I snapped my garters and pulled my short little black skirt back down over lacy black boy shorts. I glanced at myself in the mirror, brushed a wrinkle from my low cut top and moving the plunging neckline just enough so my black bra and pale cleavage peeked over the top. My hair was loose, straight, and cascaded in dark waves over my shoulders. I smoothed a bit of gloss over my lips. Minimal makeup as my boi didn’t care for much and I didn’t want to risk lipstick smeared across my smart little face; my eyes lined and mascara-ed would steal his breath, even if he didn’t let me see it. Wrapping my coat around me, I hurried out in to the cold and made my way to his apartment. I was late…. On purpose.

He opened the door and I bit my lip to see his expression. Cold, hard, but with a shine in his eyes. He knew my being late without calling meant only one thing: I was in a sassy, rebellious mood. I stepped inside and started slipping off my coat. But as soon as I had it on the hook, I felt strong hands shove me up against the closed door. I gasped softly in surprise, feeling the heat instantly fill my cunt. I looked in to the face of my boi.

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?” he growled, pinning my hands above my head. His hips pinned me to the door. I grinned. His pin had revealed a surprise I’m sure he meant to save for later: he was packing.. and definitely something large.

“Why, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence as a smirk tugged at my lips. His hand was a blur as it smacked my cheek. I sucked in a breath and felt my cunt spasm in ecstasy. Oh this was going to be too good…

“You will never make me wait. Again. Is that understood?”

“We’ll see.” SMACK! My face stung, but I had little time to recover. He grabbed me and spun me around, pinning my arms behind my back. His other hand yanked my head back and I whimpered.

He forced me forward and I tried to look where we were going, but he jerked my head backwards in to his shoulder, urging another pained gasp from my lips. I suddenly felt my hips make contact with something. My curiosities were quickly satisfied, as I was bent over his desk, face forced down in to the hardness from his hand in my hair. He kept my arms behind me and quickly worked my wrists in to strong leather cuffs which he clipped together. My boi must’ve had other plans for me to forego rope and one of his wicked knots to bind my arms. That or he was too eager to punish me to waste the time.

A smack to my ass confirmed the second of my theories. I gasped, but couldn’t help wagging my hips, the moisture already starting to gather in my cunt. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, exposing my lace covered ass, garter belt hooked to my thigh highs. I heard him almost growl approvingly.

“You dressed for me, slut.” He said, smoothing a hand over my round little ass. “You look like a perfect little whore.”

“Yes sir.” I said, smiling to myself. He rubbed his hand down my ass and over the backs of my thighs, then approvingly down one leg and back up the other.

“You sexy little slut. For your effort, I’ll let you choose how I begin your punishments. Paddle or crop?”

Oh god…my cunt clenched in anticipation. I knew his work with both. The paddle would leave me unable to sit for at least a day, my whole backside and thighs, but the pressure would be evenly distributed. The crop on the otherhand left smarting, stinging blows haphazardly all over, but rarely left me in pain for longer than the evening. Even in rhythm, the crop always surprised me and left me screaming…

“If it pleases you, the crop, sir,” I heard him chuckle.

“Trying to be strong tonight. You’ll regret that, slut.” I shivered. Maybe I had chosen wrong…

I felt him make quick work of my garter belt, which fell down my waist. My panties quickly followed, yanked down, which I obediently kicked off, almost snagging them on my stiletto’s heel. My ass was now exposed to the warm air of the apartment, awaiting my boi’s punishment.

He began running the crop and a hand over my ass, down my thighs and legs, which he kicked apart causing me to lie almost completely on the table in front of me. With my arms pinned behind my back, I could do little but obey, and I could feel the juices from my pussy already threatening to spill down my thigh. He was warming me up, readying me. Then he began.. Slow at first, alternating sides. I gasped with each stinging blow. Despite starting soft, each blow was a concentrated sting and I could already feel my skin hot under the leather.

“Count, bitch.” He ordered.

SMACK! I gasped. A harder blow had fallen not on my ass as I had anticipated, but to the sweet skin of the back of my leg.

SMACK! “Not fast enough!” He barked. “Count, you slow minded whore!”

SMACK! “One…” I said, breathlessly, my body already quivering slightly.

“Louder, slut!” SMACK! “Two!” God it hurt so good…

SMACK! “Three!” SMACK “Four!” SMACK! “Five!” Six, seven, eight, nine, twn…Then they came faster. Eleven.. my legs.. twelve.. my ass.. thirteen.. my legs.. fourteen.. my ass.. my voice cracked but I kept counting. Fifteen.. My head was starting to get fuzzy and my body was starting to shake. Sixteen… I could feel my wetness spilling down my inner thighs. Seventeen… my skin sung with pain… Eighteen… he stopped with the crop and begun to rub his hand over my ass. I almost sighed in relief.

“Did that hurt, slut?”

“Yes sir.” I answered.

“You shouldn’t have made me do that. You should know better than to be late to see me.” His hand felt so good, rubbing the pain from my ass and backs of my legs. I was sweating a little.

“I’m sorry, sir.” He shhh-ed me.

“Yes you are sorry. You naughty thing. I’m not done teaching you a lesson though.” I whimpered and trembled at this. “Do you remember what number we’re on?”

Oh fuck… I hesitated. SMACK! The crop fell on my ass. “I…” FUCK! I couldn’t remember what number. SMACK!

“I can’t hear you, slut! What number?” SMACK! “I…um.. I…” I didn’t know. Shit.. SMACK!

“You leave me no choice.. I’ll have to start over.” I whimpered, trying to move my ass away from him It already hurt. But he jerked my hips back. “Count!”

SMACK! One.. two.. three.. four.. He worked faster this time, leaving very little recovery in between each blow. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten… I was shaking now, and I was sure had I not been bent over the table, my legs would’ve gone out. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.. my thighs and ass must be peppered with welts. I was now screaming every time the crop made contact with my skin. At 20, he finally stopped. I was gasping.

“I think that will do,” he said. I felt him rubbing the crop over my ass. The leather scraped over the welts and I moaned a little at the pain but relief of not being struck. He ran the crop up the inside of one of my thighs and then removed it. I turned just enough to see him inspect the crop, which glistened with my wetness.

“You whore, you’re dripping down your thighs!” I whimpered.

“Yes sir…” He laughed.

“You’re such a little slut. Always ready to be fucked.” He ran the crop up a thigh again, this time letting the tip rub my wet cunt. I moaned as it made contact with my lips and then clit.

“mmm…” he said. “I won’t waste this.” He grabbed me and pulled me up, my knees buckled, but he swept me up and carried me to the bed. He sat me on the bed and I let out a pained shout as my ass hit the bedspread. He quickly pulled off my top, bra, and skirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I was now in only my thigh high fishnets and my heels. Pushing my back down on to the bed, my cries were unheard as he was too busy clipping my wrist cuffs in to restraints on the bed. A few tears slipped from my eyes at the pain of my raw flesh on the fabric. These were ignored as restraints were tested to make sure I could not escape, and then my ankles were cuffed and clipped in. I was now quite securely tied, spread eagle to the bed. My bare breasts straining up towards the ceiling, my wet cunt open and exposed. I was completely at his mercy. I felt my clit pulse at the idea. I was completely at his mercy…

I noticed now that he had brought the crop from the other room. I whimpered and tugged at my restraints.

“Now you’re sorry…” He said, smiling at my feeble attempts to move. He traced the crop over my body, across my breasts, flipping the top over my nipples lightly. They quickly perked up, and he pinched them a few times. I moaned as he rolled each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting each nipple nice and hard. Then gasped as he began to pinch and tug at them. My clit pulsed as he brought the crop and began to flick it over my nipples. He expertly took turns on each breast… First he would pinch, twist, tug, and twist my nipple till it hurt and stood up as erect as possible. Then, holding it in one hand, he would flick the crop’s tip back and forth over the nipple.. the sensation was driving me crazy. My cunt felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my sex running down and pooling under my ass. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, he delighted in watching me. Laughing at me he then smacked each breast with his bare band. I yelped and twisted, unable to evade him. He hit them again. It hurt so beautifully and I was a ball of sexual frustration and want. Finally, after torturing my tits for some time, he stopped. I trembled.

“Let’s see how my little slut is enjoying this.” I felt his fingers at my cunt and I moaned and almost came right there. God I was so wet!

“Mmm…” he said, licking my sex from his fingertips. “Just how I like you.” He began to tease my clit with his fingers, slow and light strokes at first. I moaned. I could already feel myself on the edge of orgasm.

“Now do you remember my rule, slut?” He asked. “Don’t you dare come without permission.” My eyes widened.

“May I come sir?” I asked, breathlessly, the tension was so much and my self control was dissolving rapidly.

“Absolutely not,” he said sternly, but his fingers did not stop moving over my swollen clit.

“But I’m going to come..” I whined. He smacked my tit with his other hand.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He ordered but I was slipping.. the small circles on my clit were too much and I started coming, my hips bucking and cries escaping my lips. Suddenly I felt a smack to my cunt. He was hitting my clit with the crop! My orgasm seemed to catch like my breath in my throat. SMACK! He began raining blows on my hard clit, spreading my lips with one hand so that the crop made constant contact. I cried out as he hit me over and over, my orgasm forgotten at the sweet stings to my cunt. He tossed aside the crop and then pinched by clit in between his fingers. I cried out as he pinched, flicked, and smacked my pussy.. then smacked my sensitive inner thighs. My cunt was spasming and pouring with sex.. and it hurt beautifully till I would’ve come if not for the pain that brought me back every time I felt myself ready to fall over the edge again. My cries filled the room and then finally he stopped. I gasped for air.

“Now come.” He said. I looked at him bewildered. He smacked my thigh.

”You can’t, now, can you, you fucking insolent bitch?!” He stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, black playing cock. Oh god.. his biggest cock… he moved over me, straddling my chest.

“Suck my cock until you can come, like a good little cock sucker.” He moved his cock in to my mouth and I almost choked at the size of it. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged and sputtered, and he pulled out, letting me catch my breath before it was back, filling my mouth.

“Keep looking at me, slut.” He said. I kept my eyes on him as I sucked him off. It was difficult to suck being so tied down to the bed, but I tried.. my tongue bathing and lapping at his cock. I moved my head up and back against the bed, neck hurting as I sucked and sucked till my cheeks hurt. He fucked my face, pumping his cock in and out. His eyes sometimes closed as I brought him closer and closer. “That’s my girl.. “ he would say. “good girl..” “suck it bitch…” he would moan.. and I could tell his cock was hitting his clit just right and he was ready to come. Harder and faster, I bobbed my head over him till he shuddered and came in my mouth. He groaned, moving off me. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling empty without him. He lay down beside me and kissed me, bringing a hand down to tease my clit.

“My good little cock sucker,” he said, and I sighed as he stroked my clit. He moved a finger inside me and I moaned, pressing my hips in to him. He began fucking me slowly, adding another finger, then another, sitting up to get a good angle. He brought his thumb up to play with my clit, continuing to move in and out of my tight wet cunt. I moved my hips, ignoring the pain of my sore ass moving over the bed, trying to take as much of his hand as I could. I asked him for permission to come, and he agreed… and I shuddered with beautiful release, all over his hand. He did not stop fucking me as I came, and instead the orgasm pulsed, receded, and I came again. And again. My head thrown back, I rode his hand over and over… then he moved and suddenly his mouth was on my clit, tongue flicking over it, teeth nibbling, hand still moving in and out of me, hitting my g spot over and over. I’m not sure how many times I came, screaming, pumping my hips in to his mouth and hand. The room spun and turned black and I must have passed out.. because when I awoke, I was completely free from the restraints, lying in his arms against his chest. He was bathing my body with a cold washcloth and I murmured in to his chest.

“Good morning, lover.” He said to me smiling. He put a cup to my lips and I drank the cold water in it. “welcome back…”