No story right now...

All I know is that I NEED to whip her ass and make her cry. I want to leave welts with my cane all over her ass. Grab her hair and fuck her throat before shoving my cock in her ass and filling her bowels with my hot cum. All the while spanking her ass as hard as I can leaving lovely bruises.

Of course this is all fantasy, because My slut hates all of those things...

Everyone have a great weekend!

William

The marks of passion...

He loved marking his slave. She loved wearing them as a badge of honor. She was proud that she was able to take all he could give, and he could give a lot. He was a sadistic Master, but he loved her with the intensity of the pain he gave her. He was a man of extremes. Extreme passion, love, and pain. He would hurt her badly, then soothe her wonderfully. Caressing away the aches and applying cream to the welts, abrasions, and cuts. Although he didn't mind giving her a few small scars from their play, he didn't want her damaged. She knew all this and never shied away from his desires, although she did fear him a little. His hunger could be ferocious when it came over him, but he had never harmed her and she knew he never would.

They hadn't had a hard session in quite awhile. The timing hadn't been to their advantage, and he had only been able to give her an occasional spanking or throat fucking. Of course she was always ready and willing to get on her knees and serve him like the good slut she was, but the real pain had been absent for too long, and they both were feeling the effect of it being missing from thier lives. That was going to change tonight.

He tied her down across the table so she was standing in front of it, but her upper body was flat. He liked this position because it gave him complete access to all her holes, and her back was exposed for whipping or hot wax. He tied her legs to two of the legs of the table, then her arms to the other two legs. She was now almost ready for him. The last touch was the ring gag. This would keep her mouth open and ready for his cock should he choose to plunder her throat.

She was now ready to be used, and he was going to use her hard today. She would feel this day for quite awhile. The Beast in him had gone far too long without being fed and he was ravenous. As he picked up the flogger he could feel an almost electric hum coursing through his body. It seemed to crackle from the ends of his whip as he prepared to flog her.

The first lash was hard, full force across her ass. There was to be no warm up this day. The Sadist could no longer be restrained. This was going to be a day of pain, and she knew she would have to endure it until he was sated. She would endure because he needed her to, and because she loved his pain. It made her come alive. All her nerves jumped and burned with desire. She never felt more alive than when she was under his whip or cane.

One after another the lashes fell, tearing at her flesh. The heavy leather stung, and the thud of the impact was immense. It was a very heavy flogger, well worn and broken in on her flesh. Tanned with the offering of her blood. She sould feel every impact reverberate through her body like the waves on the ocean. They started at her ass andwent to the top of her head, only to return straight to her cunt. Her pussy clenched and spasmed at each lash, causing her juices to leak and glisten on the inside of her thighs. She could never hide the fact that she was a pain slut. Her cunt always betrayed her.

Soion her ass was a bright crimson red with a few lines of blood seeping through the abraded flesh. He stopped and ran his thumb across some of the bloody welts, brought his thumb to his mouth and tasted the salty flavor of her pain. He then bent and ran his tongue along the seeping wounds, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure and pain from her throat. Standing back up, he suddenly gave her ass a hard swat with his strong hand. She yelped in pain and surprise as her ass jiggled from the unexpected assault. Laughing he moved to the table holding the implements of his passion and retrieved his favorite cane.

Approaching his slave, he swung the cane, letting her hear it cutting through the air. She gasped in anticipation of what was coming. Knowing she would bleed, but knowing it would feed and sooth the sadist in him. It was her small offering at the altar of his lust.

The first blow of the cane took her breath away, it was like a line of fire across her ass. Her gasps of pain did nothing to dissuade him though. He striped her ass rhythmically, painting a picture of pain across her bruised behind. Opening her mind and soul as he opened her flesh. Taking her to places of bright colors and warm sensations. When she went there she no longer felt the pain of the blows, just the impacts as if she were being patted on the rear like a small child. A warmth suffused through her body making her feel protected and safe.

She was pulled back from the ether by the invasion of his fingers into her swollen and hungry cunt. He jammed three fingers inside her causing her to buck her hips and hump his hand. She tried to lean back and fuck his fist, anything to increase the stimulation of her cunt. She wanted to cum for him, but he wasn't ready for that yet.

"No cumming for you yet, My dirty little whore.", he warned her while still pounding her needy cunt with his fingers.

She whimpered in need, and a wail rose from her mouth, seeming to come from deep in her soul as she was fingered hard, ye she didn't cum. She stayed right on the torturous edge of the abyss, but she couldn't cum. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't. She had been too well trained. She could no longer cum witout his permission, no matter how much stimulation she was getting. He could use the vibe on her clit and pound her cunt with his hard cock, and she couldn't cum until he told her to. Then her body would erupt like a volcanoe. Her whole body spasming with the intensity of her ogasm. He was impressed every time he saw it. The way she let go completely and allowed herself to hold nothing back. To show him the raw insides of her soul as she released her passion. They both knew the darkest parts of each other, and found a kinship there.

He tortured her cunt with pleasure for a few more minutes, feeling her cunt squish around his hand from her being so wet, before he removed his hand from inside her. He licked some of her juices from his fingers before wiping the rest of it across her cheeks and lips, letting her taste and smell her own essence.

The candles were next in his symphony of pain. He drizzled it down the center of her spine to the crack of her ass. Letting it run down of the rose bud of her asshole, making it clench at the heat. He would split that tight hole later, but for now he was playing with her. He made tracks across her back with the molten wax. Lines crossing each other in an abstract canvas of carnality.

When he moved to pouring the wax across the tormented flesh of her ass, she jumped and twisted, trying to get away from the heat and pain of it. The flesh was extremely sensitive from his ministrations and the wax burned even worse on the welts and abrasions. She couldn't escape him though. She wouldn't try even if she weren't bound, but she knew he enjoyed the show of her struggles. That her discomfort aroused him, her pain an aphrodisiac to him. So she wiggled and shook her ass as if she were trying to avoid the wax, but in reality she loved every painful second of it.

When the supply of wax was exhausted, she was a colorful pallete of his pain. Her back and ass covered in wax. Pulling his blade from the sheath at his hip, he began to slowly scrape away the wax. The razor sharp edge of the knife scraping across the welts on her ass making her gasp in pain. Each gasp sent a jolt of lust straight to his grion. Every expression of pain causing his arousal to grow. The blood pulsing in his brain and his cock. His member hardening and growing in his pants.

The wax peeled from her skin, he wanted her. Needed her in fact. Stepping behind her, he pulled his throbbing cock from it's prison, and in one quick thrust impaled her on his hardness. She gasped at the sudden invasion of his thick cock, then sighed in pleasure at finally feeling his throbbing meat inside her. He began to saw in and out of her sopping cunt, grinding himself into her hard. Punishing her with his cock. Changing angles so he hit all the different spots inside her that made her gasp and shriek with desire. Slapping her ass here and there to remind her that she was still his to use as he wanted.

He gave her a bunch of quick hard strokes, then pulled out. Just as she moaned in disappointment, he pushed his hard cock into her tight asshole. Making her grunt at the unexpected push into her back passage. She wasn't a big fan of anal, but she took it because her Master liked it. The pain of being stretched wide was made worth it by the sounds of his pleasure whenever he took her there. His cock was well lubed by her pussy juice and he was soon pounding her asshole like he was pounding her cunt moments ago.

She felt a pressure building in her groin as he fucked her ass. She knew she was getting close to cumming. Even though it hurt, it still made her cum practically every time she took him in her ass. He seemed to sense this, and leaning over her back, he whispered close to her ear.

"Cum My little pain whore. Let your Master feel your asshole gripping his cock as you cum."

That was all it took, and the freight train of her orgasm ripped through her body. She started shaking and crying at the intense release of desire, passion, and emotions. He gripped her hips painfully tight as he kept pounding her ass while she came. He didn't cum, but wanted her to feel him streching her wide as she came. After multiple orgasms, she seemed to be calming down. Her body still twitching here and there as her muscles were jolted with the sparks of pleasure.

Pulling out of her ass, he walked around in front of her, where her face was covered in drool from the ring gag not allowin gher to close her mouth as she was used hard. Her open hole was very wet, and it just begged to be filled with a hard cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pushed his cock slowly, but steadily into her throat. Making her choke and gag as he pushed himself fully into her mouth. not stopping until her nose was pressed against his stomach. He stopped and held her there. She couldn't breath. He had control of her very life in his hands. She laid perfectly still, knowing she was his to do with as he wanted.

After a few seconds he slowly withdrew from her throat, allowing her to gasp in a few gi=ulps of air before he pulled her head back down on his thick cock. Each time he pushed all the way down her throat she would stick out her tongue and flick it across his tight ball sack. Teasing the flesh with the swipes of her tongue. He loved the feeling of it and the thought that she was trying to give him more pleasure even while she couldn't breath.

Each time he pulled out, he would leave just the head in her mouth for her to lick the underside of his shaft before pushing back all the way in. He was fucking her mouth with long and slow strokes. Using her mouth like a cunt, her hair wrapped around his fist. She loved being used like this. Just a hole for his pleasure. He didn't care if she liked it or not. She was his, and he used her how he liked.

His strokes started speeding up as he felt the pressure building in his balls. He had a big load saved for her. He was going to give her quite a mouthful. With a grunt, he shot the first hot load across her tongue and into her throat. She couldn't swallow with her mouth held open by the ring gag, so she was forced to let it just shoot into her mouth and roll around on her tongue. His hot cream coated her tongue and lips. He rubbed some across her face and cheeks. Marking her face with his seed, like he marked her ass with his cane.

Soem of his cum drooled out of her mouth and onto the table, but she did her best to keep it all in her mouth. Once he was done cumming, he reached down and unsnapped the ring gag before removing it. She closed her mouth, but looked up at him, waiting for permission to swallow his seed. He nodded his head, and she swallowed hard, then with a smile she licked her lips. Making sure she got every drop on her lips.

"Don't forget what you spilled.", he told her, pointing at the table. She looked down and licked up all the cum that had run from her open mouth, and that had dripped from his cock. She left the table completely clean, not a drop of cum anywhere.

"That's my good little cum slut.", he told her as he patted her on the head and gave her a kiss. She smiled up at him as he untied her. She was sore, and as she stood he gave her a hard swat across the ass. She shrieked in pain as the rawness of her ass was made known to her. While she was deep in her submission, she didn't realize how badly he had whipped and caned her. Reaching back she could feel the welts and scrapes from the beating, and she knew that sitting was going to be painful for quite awhile. The thought made her smile though. She knew he loved to see her wince upon sitting after he had beaten her ass. He may put cream on her wounds later, or he may not. She never knew, so it was always a treat when he did.

She was one happy slave, and he was a proud Master.

William

Pussy whipped...

She was on her back, tied with her legs spread as far apart as they would go. Her arms were above her head, out of the way. He wanted her to be completely helpless and to have no defense against what he was going to do to her. He could tell by the look in her eyes, that she knew there was going to be a new kind of pain today. Something she had never experienced before.

Although frightened, he could tell her fear left her aroused. He could be her juices seeping from her freshly shaved cunt. The lips were puffy, swollen with her desire. He traced a finger lazily up and down the moist slit, barely grazing her inner lips. She tried to push her hips forward to create more contact, but he just moved his fingers farther away. Teasing her and making her hunger for his touch and her release. It would be quite awhile before she got to cum, if she did get to.

Running his finger deep inside her dripping cleft, he gave her clit a quick stroke, causing her to buck her hips, then he stepped away. Licking her juices from his finger, savoring the essence of her on his tongue.

The crop was his first implement of choice. He was going to start easy, and work his way to excruciating. He walked towards her slowly swinging the crop back and forth in front of him so she could see it. Her eyes followed it's arc like a small bird watching a snake slither towards it's nest, powerless to stop it.

The first couple of slaps were fairly easy, hardly hurting at all. They felt like a gentle patting on her vulnerable and hungry flesh. Soon though they came harder and faster. The slapping beginning to sting and her flesh turning red from the assault. He was striking her nether lips with the leather slapper, and with each impact she yelped and jumped trying to protect her cunt from his attack. She knew there was no escape, but she reflexively tried.

Now that she was warmed up properly, her pussy lips swollen and red now, he decided it was time to switch to the flogger. He chose the heavy leather flogger that gave both a heavy thudding sensation, but it also stung quite badly. He began on the inside of her thighs, working from her knees to her cunt. In and out he worked, covering every inch of the tender flesh on the inside of her legs. She twisted and turned in her restraints as he whipped her.

Now he started in earnest on her cunt. Landing the flogger with deadly accuracy right on her clit or on either lip. Wherever he wanted her to feel his pain. She cried out with each lash, her tears spilling hotly down her cheeks as he hurt her.

The tremors of each hard lash rippled along her thighs like waves on the ocean. Waves of pain she rode higher and higher. Her tears running from her eyes non-stop. Her mascara leaving black tracks down her face. He loved seeing her a mess like this. It brought her down a few notches. She was a proud woman in the vanilla world, but here under his touch, she was just his dirty little whore. A pain slut that loved to be hurt and humiliated. To be made to do the most base and vile acts. Things that just a short time ago she would have never thought herself capable, much less willingly to do.

He made her crawl after him wherever he went in the house. When she was there, she wore his collar with leash attached, and she was not allowed to walk, just crawl. She had to ask permission to do everything. While here she was his possesion. His plaything. Something to be used for his pleasure, and if she was lucky, she would get her release. She usually was made to cum, but not always. When she was, it was over and over. She would be forced to cum, long after she begged him to stop. He held the vibe to her clit until it hurt, and even after she swore she couldn't cum anymore, he would press it into her and tell her to cum for him. Her body would respond against her will, and even though it hurt she would cum again. Pain and pleasure the same. Indistinguishable in her mind.

The lash of the flogger brought her out of her reverie. The pain shooting through her tortured cunt bringing her back to where she was.  He gave her a few more hard blows before walking away, leaving her there to shake and tremble from his blows.

The next implement he was going to use was the wickedest of all. The single tail was the most feared tool he used on her. She hated it, but yet she craved it's kiss, wanted to feel it caressing her skin with it's evil tongue.

He approached her, cracking it in the air. Letting her hear it's hiss before she felt it's bite. The first lash caught her on the inside of her thigh, just where her leg met her crotch. The most tender spot, the sweet spot as her thought of it. He loved to bite her there, and it made the perfect target for the whip. She screamed at the pain, and watched as a thin bloody line appeared where it had landed. The next strike had the same effect.  He worked the whip up the inside of one leg and then the other, leaving a trail of bloody welts. Her skin bruising quickly, but yet she took all he could give her. She knew this is what he desired, and she wanted nothing more than to give him what he most desired.

He finally targeted her drooling cunt. She was oozing her juices all over the table and onto the floor. Through the pain she was still on the verge of cumming. He flicked the single tail out at her and it landed squarely on her wide open cunt. Striking her righ ton her clit. He didn't do it full force, it didn't require that to be excruciating. Her swollen clit was so sensitive, just the flick of the whip hurt so much she screamed. She couldn't hold back, not that she tried. He loved to hear her screams.

One after another. the lashed landed squarely on her cunt. Though painful, she could feel the pressure building in her belly signalling an impending orgasm. She cried and moaned with each blow.

He knew she was on the verge of cumming, he could read her body like a book. Dropping the whip he grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it hard. At the same time he shoved three fingers hard into her gaping cunt. Pinching and twisting her nipples while he fucked her with his hand, she was soon rocketing towards an epic orgasm.

"Cum on my fist you dirty little whore. Cum from my pain. You can't cum without my pain can you?", he growled in her ear.

"No Master!", she screamed as she came all over his pounding fingers. She screamed as her orgasm tore through her body. His fingers torturing her swollen nipples as he pinched them as hard as he could, mashing them in his strong grip. His fingers splitting her cunt wide open as she gripped them with each spasm. He fucked her with his hand hard until she could cum no more. His hand and the floor covered in her juices.

It was now his turn, and whipping out his hard, swollen cock, he shoved it into her cunt and gave her a couple strokes before pulling out. Now that it was slick with her pussy juices, he pushed it into her tihgt asshole. She gasped at the invasion, but spread her ass as far as she could, given her restraints.

He pounded her ass as hard as he could. He was hungry to hurt her with his cock. He split her wide open on his hardness. She screamed and cried from the pain of his invasion. He fucked her relentlessly until he could feel his orgasm about to erupt.

Pulling out he shot his load all over her cunt and thighs. It dripped down her skin and dribbled onto the floor. He stroked himself until every drop was drained from him balls.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he untied her and pulling her from the table, he pushed her down on her knees.

"Lick up our juices, slut. Clean the floor, and don't you leave a drop.", he ordered her. Her face burned with the humiliation of what she was told to do, but she did as she was told with no hesitation. She licked the tile floor clean, leaving no trace of their emissions.

Grabbing the leash, he attached it to her collar and led her out of the room. It was time for her to do her chores and if she didn't get them done in time, she would be punished.

Just a quick thought...

Do any of my female sub readers love to be spanked, whipped or caned to the point of tears? It is something I want to do to My slut, and I was curious as to how many out there want and need this from the other end of the whip or hand.

William

Throat fucked...

She was bound to the table. This was where he put her when he wanted to really use her. When he wanted to treat her like the dirty little slut she really was deep down. She was laying on her back with her limbs bound to the four corners of the table. Her head hung over the edge and she knew that meant her throat was going to get ravaged.

He approached with the clover clamps in his hand. She shivered in fear and a little excitement. When he went to the clamps right away it usually meant he was in a particularly sadistic mood. The wicked grin on his face confirmed her fears. He placed first one clamp, then the other on her erect nipples. Grabbing a length of strong twine he tied one end to the center on the chain attaching the clamps and the other end he ran through a small pulley mounted over the table. Making a loop in the end of the twine he began to attach weights. Just a few ounces, but the tug on the chain made the clamps tighten on her erect flesh, pinching viciously. She gasped from the pain as it pulsed through her breasts. Nearly taking her breath away. He smiled at her pain. This is what he had been needing for a long time.

Now that she was properly clamped he walked to the wall and took down a riding crop. He loved to warm her up with this little toy. It could be relatively mild at first, but turned into a pretty wicked tool in the right hands. He started in on gently slapping her cunt with the leather tip on the crop. Looking at the slapper, he could see that it was damp. Evidence that her cunt was already wet and oozing her juices. She was such a pain slut, that was one of the things he loved most about her. Her desire to take his pain and want more.

As she started to writhe around on the table, causing the weights on her nipples to bounce, he slapped her soaked pussy harder and harder with the crop. She moaned and cried out in pleasure and pain. Her cunt splashing with each slap, she was so wet now.

Stopping for a moment, he laid the crop on the table by her head and undid his pants releasing his steel hard cock. Her pain turned him on like nothing else ever had. He stepped towards her head and seeing him approach, she dutifully opened her mouth to accept his hard length.

He slowly, but without any hesitation sank his cock deep in her throat. A groan escaped his lips from the intense pleasure the grip of her throat around him. He pulled back letting her catch a quick breath before once again sinking his cock deep in her throat. Pumping in and out her used her mouth as he used her cunt. Fucking her deep and hard. He went back to cropping her cunt as he fucked her throat. Every once in awhile He would bury himself deep and pinch her nose closed to deprive her of air. She would moan and struggle a bit until he released her and pulled back, making her gasp and gulp in huge breaths.

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, eliciting a whimper of disappointment from his slut. She obviously wanted to taste him today. She might get her wish, but not yet. There was far too much more pain before she got her reward. He quickly removed the clamps and slapped her swollen and tortured nipples as hard as he could, causing her to scream and tears to fall from her eyes. He grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted hard.

"Cum for me slut.", he growled in her ear, and she screamed as her cum gushed out of her cunt and ran all over the table and onto the floor. He twisted hard as she orgasmed over and over, making a mess of the table she was laying on.

"That's my good little pain slut.", he told her with a grin as she tried to catch her breath from the intensity of her orgasm. Bending over her body he gave first one nipple, then the other a suck and bite, making her body jump a little.

Going back to the wall, he grabbed a length of rope and uncoiled it. He started wrapping it in a figure eight around her breastsdrawing them tightly together and making them stand straight up. Her tortured nipples still hard and swollen. Once tied off her breasts were a lovely target for his pleasure. He retrieved the crop and began to crop her nipples. Causing her to yelp and moan in pleasure and pain. They are hard to distinguish in her mind when she is in this state.

Reaching down he slid his fingers between her swollen and slippery pussy lips. She was wet and sloppy with her arousal. Her clit was hard and swollen as he pinched it, making her twitch and moan. He slowly rubbed his fingers in a circle around the hard little bit of flesh, eliciting moans from her lips. He slipped two then three fingers inside her, feeling her cunt grip his fingers tightly as spasms rippled through her sex.

All the while he continued cropping her tits, slapping them all over and bringing them to a nice red hue. The pressure of the ropes adding to the reddening.  He grabs a small flogger made with thin leather tails that were very stingy. Going to work with it, red lines begin to appear across her tender, swollen flesh. Thin welts rising from the tight skin.

She was breathing heavily, and he knew she was nearing her limit. She was going on overload from all the sensations. The pain in her tits, and the pleasure in her cunt were pushing her towards the edge of the abyss. It was time to finish and push her off the cliff into the oblivion of ecstacy.

Getting the candles arranged nearby, he gathered four big ones and set them close to hand. Undoing his pants again to release his throbbing member, the tip wet and dripping with his pre-cum. He was so aroused that his cock ached for release.

Stepping up, he wiped the drooling tip of his cock across her extened tongue. She moaned in pleasure at the taste of his essence. She opened her mouth wide to accept the offering of his hardness. Pushing forward, he once again buried his hard cock deep in her throat. He could see her neck expand with the stretching of it by his thick member. On each stroke her throat explanded to accept his hardness.

He picked up the first candle and slowly dribbled the molten wax over one nipple. She gasped around the hard flesh impaling her throat. Drop by drop he covered her tortured tit flesh until one breast had a good coating of wax. He then went to work on the other breast. He targeted the nipple to give her the most intense sensations. She moaned as her tits were covered in the heat of the wax, and her throat was pounded by his hard cock.

He felt himself getting closer to orgasm as He fucked her sucking mouth as deep as he could go. He reached down and took her throat in his hand,  gripping it tightly. Now that the wax was gone and her tits were a multi-color artwork of pain, it was time to give her what she had worked so hard to earn. She had pleased him by taking his pain so well and cumming like a good pain slut.

As he gripped her throat he could feel his own cock pressing through his grip as he gave her nouth long deep strokes. She was moaning non-stop now, her hips moving around as much as the ropes allowed. Her hips bucking in the air as if she were fucking an invisible cock. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, his slut had him so turned on by her reactions.

"When I cum in your throat, you will cum for me slut.", he ordered her, eliciting a deep moan from her throat.

Her hips began to buck harder and harder as his pace increased. He was fairly pounding her mouth, his balls slapping against her nose and his pelvis bruising her lips.

"Ready slut?", he asked her, and she responded with a moan.

With a deep groan, he unloaded deep in her throat. His cock twitching and pumping his hot load down her gripping throat. At the feeling of his orgasm registered in her throat, she arched her back as her own orgasm ripped through her body, sending a stream of her juices squirting down her thighs and onto the floor. Her cunt clenched and spasmed over and over as she felt his cock contract and pour his seed into her stomach. His orgasm seemed to last longer than usual as it kept twitching and filling her gullet.

As she bucked and twisted in the ropes, her orgasm gradually started to subside. She was soaked as well as the table under her from all of her emissions. She hadn't cum so hard in a long time.

Once his orgasm had finished, he pulled himself from her throat, but before stepping back he gave his cock a squeeze to get every last drop on cum out. A large drop appeared at the tip, and he let it drip on her outstretched tongue. She didn't get to taste his cum when he throat fucked her, so he always made sure she got the last drop on her tongue as her reward for being a good little slut.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he walked over to lean between her legs, and stretching down he gave her a long slow lick up the whole length of her soppping cunt. He loved to taste her as much as she loved to taste him. He sucked her swollen clit and twirled his tongue around it as it stood up hard once again. Flicking his tongue back and forth across it as he shoved three fingers inside her and started fucking her hard with his hand. With that she exploded all over his face in one last eruption of pleasure. Her screams echoing off the walls as she stiffened and began to shake. He sucked her clit hard until she begged him to stop. With one last hard suck, he stopped, leaving her gasping for air and her body twitching all over.

"You have been a very good little slut today. For doing so well, you may join me in the shower and we will wash each other.", he told her with a smile. She smiled up at him weakly as he proceeded to untie her and help her to her feet. She was exhausted from her exertions, but she was extremely happy that she had pleased her Master so much.

He lead her away from the table to the shower as he told her, "You can wait until tomorrow to clean up the table.", a chore she was usually required to do right away.

With a smile, they both slipped into to warm embrace of the shower and began to let their hands drift over each others bodies, cleaning and scrubbing sensitive areas. Awakening parts that were already well used. Maybe a round two was to come...


William 

Ass in hand...

She had a spanking coming for a long time. She had been a real brat, and he had warned her on mant occasions that she was going to earn herself a severe one. She didn't really take him seriously it appeared. She would hald apologize, but the was always a bit of  asmirk in the corner of her mouth as if to say, "Yeah right."

Tonight he had had enough. Her attitude had pushed him past his limit and she was going to be set straight about how things were going to be. He had everything planned. Ropes and cuffs laid out and ready to go. Candles even lit to make her think it was going to be a romantic evening. She had no clue how her life was going to change this night.

She got home and he had prepared a nice dinner with the requisite candles. It seemed all so romantic, and he hid his thoughts well. After dinner he told her to come in the bedroom, he wanted to give her a massage. She was pleasantly surprised to be getting such wonderful treatment. He treated her very good, but not usually all of this together in one day.

They walked into the room arm in arm smiling at each other. He helped her undress and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach. To just stretch out and relax. He undressed and grabbing the massage oil, he straddled her hips and began to rub her shoulders. He worked his way up her body and as he leaned forward over her, he reached down and grabbed the concealed cuffs. Quickly slipping one then the other over her wrists, she was soon immobile. She was so relaxed that she didn't realize what had happened at first. He quickly dismounted and tied her legs to the foot board, leaving some slack in the rope.

"What the hell are you doing?", she asked with just a tinge of fear in her voice."Untie me. We didn't agree to do this tonight."

"You have been a little bitch lately. Not showing me proper respect after all I do for you.", He explained calmly. "And now you are going to be punished. I kept warning you that you were going to earn yourself a spanking, and tonight you are going to get a good one. One you won't forget for a long time."

She began to struggle trying to get out of the ropes as I grabbed a couple pillows and pushed them under her hips, raising her ass to a nice level for spanking.

"You wouldn't dare.", she spat.

"Oh yes I would and I shall. If you want to leave when I am done, be my guest. I won't stop you, but you are going to be treated like the spoiled little brat you are tonight.", he threw back in her face.

Walking to the side of the bed he started spanking her. There was no gentle warm-up. This was punishment, pure and simple. He didn't care if she got any erotic thrill from it this time. She was going to feel his disappointment right on her ass. He slapped first one cheek then the other, spanking her so hard that it made his own hand sting, but he didn't care. She threatened, then begged him to stop. Her voice growing more strident as he continued. He could tell she was nearing the point of tears, and he kept right on going. Driving his hand hard into the tender, yielding flesh of her now very red ass.

"That hurts.", she cried out.

"Yes it does. As much as your attitude hurts me. You give me pain, I give it back to you.", he told her, still with a calmness that were in direct contradiction to his actions.

A look of shock crossed her face as she looked at him, and then a realization hit her of how she had been lately. She had been a brat. Treating him like he owed her something. Like he was here to make her life easy, instead of sharing their life and treating each other with respect.

With this realization, the tears began to fall. She wept in shame for how she had treated her man. He had always taken the best care of her he could, and she had repaid him with disrespect and brattiness. She lowered her head and took the rest of her spanking in silence. A silence broken only by the rhythmic slapping of his hand on her flesh, and the occasioanl gasp and sob that escaped her lips when he struck a particularly sensitive area.

By now her ass was bright red and starting to bruise from the hard spanking she was getting. He finally stopped when his arm became heavy from the exertion. He quit when he could no longer spank her as hard as he wanted to.

Standing up, he untied first her legs and then her wrists.

"You may leave now if you wish. I won't stop you.", he said as he walked to the corner and wearily sat down in the chair.

Rising slowly from the bed, she gingerly walked to him. walking awkwardly from the pain in her ass. When she got in front of him, she simply kneeled down in front of him and wrapped her arms around his legs and began to sob anew. He reached down and stroked her hair, comforting her as she cried.

Looking up at him, she said through her tears,"Please forgive me. I'm so sorry for misbehaving. I didn't realize what I was doing, and how much I was hurting you. Can I make it up to you?", she said in a rapid spilling of words as they tumbled from her mouth.

"Of course you can.", he replied simply.

"How?", she asked earnestly.

"That is for you to decide. You must show me you are truly sorry, and make it up to me in a way you think is sufficient. I want to see what you think is the proper way to earn my forgiveness.", he told her while her moved her hair out of her eyes and wiped away her tears.

She looked at him for a moment, and she knew what she would do to show him how much she really was sorry, and how important it was to her to please him.

Reaching up, she undid his belt and opened his fly. Reaching inside she pulled his semi-erect cock from it's cramped quarters and began to slowly stroke it. She looked up into his eyes and slowly lowered her wet lips down over the rapidly swelling head, never breaking eye contact. She could feel him growing to full hardness in her mouth as she sucked and licked at his shaft. She stroked his hardness in rhythm with her mouth gliding up and down the slick and smooth skin, stretched taut on his cock.

She had never felt him this hard, and she had never imagined he could feel so good in her mouth. She had always just gone through the motions when she gave him head. Figuring as long as his cock was in her mouth, it would be good enough. Tonight was different though. Tonight she wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever had in his life. Tonight it mattered to her.

She began to moan around his cock as she worked her soft lips all around it. She snaked her tongue around the fat head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum leaking out. This time she wasn't afraid to taste him. In fact she found the taste rather pleasant.

Her actions soon made him begin to moan in chorus with her own sounds. He ran his fingers through her hair as he moaned with her. She knew he was going to cum. She could tell by the look on his face and the sounds from his lips that she was finally giving him that best she had to offer, and it was very good. This time the thought of him cumming in her mouth didn't frighten or revulse her. In fact she wanted nothing more than to feel his seed spill into her mouth and coat her tongue. To taste his passion and swallow his desire.

He nodded at her to warm her he was going to cum, figuring she would finish him off with her hand, but she just winked at him and began to suck harder and faster. Stroking his wet cock with her hand as she tried to milk the cum form him.

He smiled at her, and with one final groan, his balls unloaded into her hot, wet mouth. It had been seemingly forever that  he had wanted this, and it was better than he could have imagined. She moaned as he pumped his hot cum into her hungry mouth. The creamy cum coating her tongue and making her have to swallow quickly to keep it from overflowing her lips. She swallowed three or four times before the flow stoppped. His balls lightened of their load by her talented lips and tongue.

She continued to gently stroke his cock and squeezed it to get out every last drop. Licking away each dollop as it appeared on the tip of his softening member. Now that she had a taste of him, she wanted all of it.

He smiled down at her, and leaning forward, kissed her on the forehead and said,"I forgive you. Now we can move forward."


William