She stared up at the dark ceiling, feeling the desire tightening inside of her, driving her to distraction. It would be easy enough to take care of it herself...but she wasn't supposed to do that without his explicit permission. Not that she thought that bringing herself to orgasm would totally alleviate the need inside of her, either—she wanted his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her ass, his cock deep inside of her. But she was going crazy; she had to do something.
Moving slowly, she brought her hands up to her naked breasts, began gently stroking them. Her nipples tightened under her fingers, sending new sparks through her. She pinched them, hard, hard enough to hurt, and had to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape her lips. If he woke up, she was going to be in so much trouble...She shook the thought off.
Still caressing her breasts with one hand, she slid the other hand down her belly, feeling it tense as her fingers tickled the sensitive skin. When her hand found her panties, she slid it under the thin material, feeling horribly guilty. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. But she needed it so badly.
Her fingers, cold against her overheated flesh, found the center of her desire, and she couldn't stifle the gasp. Moving faster now, still pinching her nipples with the other hand, she began to move her fingers against her clit in a rhythm that soon had her groaning, heedless of the noise she was making. It felt so good. She was so close...
A large hand closed around her wrist at the same time as his deep voice said, “What are you doing?”
Her eyes shot open, a flash of fear racing through her. The orgasm that had been about to claim her died a quick death as she felt his eyes on her. “Um.” She licked her lips, trying and failing to think of an excuse for disobeying his orders. “I've just wanted you so much,” she finally whispered, surreptitiously trying to pull her hand from his. “I just couldn't help it.”
“I have specifically told you before that you are not to pleasure yourself without my permission, have I not?” he asked, his voice deceptively quiet.
“Yes.” Though she knew he couldn't see it, she could feel the blush staining her cheeks.
“What happens when you disobey me?”
“You punish me.” The words brought both fear and desire roaring into her. Punishment. It would mean a spanking, for sure. They hurt so much...but still, something deep inside of her loved it when he got all dominant with her.
“Yes, I punish you. As I will have to do now.” He pulled her hand from her panties and released it, leaning over to turn on the bedside light. “Stand up, please.”
Shivering slightly, from both fear and anticipation, she stood. She was naked but for her panties, which, already being soaked with her own moisture, did not provide much in the way of concealment. Still, she tried; she crossed her arms over her breasts, crossed one knee over the other, trying to hide from his demanding gaze.
He shook his head at her. “Is that how you are supposed to behave?”
She hung her head. “No.” Slowly, feeling ashamed, she lowered her arms to her sides, uncrossed her legs.
“Better,” he said, slowly standing and stretching. Then he settled himself on the edge of the bed and gestured her across his lap.
Moving as slowly as she dared, she settled herself across his thighs, resting her fingers and toes on the floor for balance. He brushed the hair off her face and then slowly caressed her ass, his fingers warm on her skin.
“So, how many do you think you deserve?” he asked, still in that quiet conversational voice.
She swallowed hard. If she set a low number, he would probably double it, but if she set a high one, he would agree with her. Finally, she whispered, “20?”
He patted her ass softly. “No, I don't think 20 is enough. Not for masturbating. And you were about to come, weren't you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, ashamed of her weakness.
“No, I think a little slut that can't keep her hands off of herself deserves at least 50 strokes with the hand. And then maybe a few more with the paddle, just to be sure. Don't you?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, lowering her face to his thigh.
“Good.” He pinched her ass lightly, making her clench her cheeks together. He gave a quiet chuckle. “You know better than that. Don't clench, or squirm, or you'll get extras.”
She nodded, still shivering. Her body was tense, waiting for the moment that pain would blossom on her ass.
Without warning, his hand swung through the air and connected with her right ass check with a loud crack. She jumped slightly at the contact, trying her hardest not to move. Almost immediately, he smacked the other cheek. She bit her lip.
By the time he reached 20 spanks, tears were welling up in her eyes. By 40, they were pouring down her cheeks and she was biting her lip to keep from crying aloud. Each blow got a little bit harder, and they were perfectly directed, covering her entire ass and the tops of her thighs.
After the fortieth blow, he stopped for a moment, scratching his nails over the hot welts on her skin. Despite herself, she found herself arching her ass up to meet his hand, loving the painful friction. “Are you ready for these last ten, love? They are going to be the worst.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, striving not to clench her cheeks together. A thrill, part fear, part anticipation, shot through her, making her skin—especially the damp flesh between her legs—tingle.
Another pinch, and then he wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her in place and really laid into her ass, the spanks coming hard and furious. She was sobbing aloud by the time he released her.
“Stand up,” he ordered, paying no attention to her tears. Wiping her eyes with her hands, she did as she was told, standing before him with her hands clasped behind her back.
He grabbed one of her breasts, pinched and twisted the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Then he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, putting his teeth and tongue into tormenting it. She swayed forward against him, unable to stem the rush of desire that flooded her. He moved to her other nipple, while his hands grabbed her hips, hard fingers biting into her abused flesh. Then he slid one hand forward and dropped it to her labia. He met no resistance as he pushed two fingers inside of her, rubbing at her clit with his thumb.
“Yes, you definitely need more punishment,” he breathed against her breast, fucking her with his fingers. “Go bring me the paddle. And a scarf. And the small vibrator.”
Shuddering from frustrated desire, she crossed the room to the toy drawer, returning with the items he had requested. He quickly bound her hands together in front of her with the scarf. Then he made her kneel on the bed while he stacked pillows up in front of her. She leaned forward over them, her face resting on the comforter, her ass in the air, vulnerable. He spread her thighs, pressing his fingers into her again until she squirmed against him with the pleasure; knowing what she was feeling, he withdrew them.
Then he turned on the small vibrator and pushed it into her. She pushed back against it, wanting the release it promised, but knowing it was hopeless. The vibration inside of her was enough to drive her to a fevered frenzy of desire, but not enough to push her over the edge. She could have wept from the torment.
“Now, I think 20 more strokes with the paddle, eh love?”
She wanted to cry at the number, but inside she nodded, since refusal would only bring more punshiment. “Yes, I thought you might like that number,” he chuckled. He positioned himself so that he was standing between her feet.
The first crack of the paddle was like a bullet going off. It took a moment for the hot pain to register in her brain, but register it did. The stiff leather was much crueler than his hand had been, and his hand had already covered her with welts. She couldn't help the cry that escaped her.
The next blow of the paddle hit low, across the top of her thigh. Then another across the other thigh. Then he slid the paddle between her thighs and rubbed it against her aching clit for an aggrivating moment, before striking her again.
By the time he had struck her 20 times with the paddle, she was panting and crying once more. Heat suffused her abused ass, making it feel huge and red. And her desire was wound even tighter. The vibrator inside of her, combined with the pain that filled her ass, was driving her mad. If she did not get to orgasm soon...
A horrible though entered her head. What if he did not intend to let her come? He could tie her spread eagle to the bed, unable to touch herself, and then leave her there all night. That would be torturous, far worse than anything he could do with the paddle. She shuddered at the thought.
Noise behind her made her turn her head to look. He was putting on a condom. Then he pulled the vibrator out of her body, replacing it with his cock almost faster than she could follow. She gasped as he filled her, arching back against him, loving the feel of his pubic hair scratching at the welts on her ass and thighs. Holding onto her hips, he plunged into her several times, as deep as he could go.
Then, to her horror, he withdrew. Was it done already? She wanted to cry at the thought. But when he opened a package of lube and began to rub it on his cock and into and around her anus, she realized the truth. She had to stifle a gasp. He had only done this to her once before, and it had hurt. But she was so wound up that she couldn't really care. Not that she could stop him.
“Unclench your ass, love,” he said, giving her a light smack. Squeezing her eyes shut, she did as he said, relaxed her muscles enough so that he could pull her cheeks apart. She felt the tip of his cock against her anus. He grabbed her hips and, with one hard thrust, pushed himself into her.
She cried out at the pain, new tears coming to her eyes. He pulled almost all the way out, and then thrust forward again, his balls slapping against her ass. She began to cry in earnest, from the pain and humiliation.
Suddenly, though, she felt fingers at her clit, which were immediately replaced by the vibrator. He did mean to let her come! Suddenly ecstatic, she thrust back against his cock, letting him pierce her, while he rubbed the vibrator against her swollen clit.
He cried out as he came, and the feeling of him pulsing deep inside her, combined with the vibrator, pushed her over the edge. She came with a power that she had never known before, crying out his name.
They collapsed together onto the bed, sweaty and sticky. As she drifted off to sleep, much more satisfied, she reflected that she might have to disobey him more often.
