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019-Your Punishment

by Wicked Wench | Erotic Bdsm Art by Samarel

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It starts innocently enough~ an email. How was your day? Tell me, what have you been up to?

 

"I have been naughty," is the reply. "I have played, I have touched myself, and I have orgasmed."

 

"Without permission?" you inquire. "Oh, you dirty whore. You shall pay."

 

Fear shoots through my body at the displeasure of your tone. How will I be made to pay? Naughtiness is in my nature, innate, an intrinsic strand in the thread of my existence. It stays with me throughout the day and into the evening, until you arrive home.

 

Your voice rasps angrily~ "Plug your ass. NOW. Plug it so that you are always reminded of whom you belong to. Plug it to remind yourself that you are a dirty whore, MY dirty whore."

 

I comply, the plug sliding between my cheeks, piercing my ass, clamped in place by my eager interior muscles.

 

"Rock on it," you command. I do, and pleasure shoots through my cunt, already wet and aching at the thought of your displeasure and the punishment to follow. "Harder, slut," you compel.

 

I rock, feeling the plug pierce even deeper into my flesh, a foreign marauder claiming hostile territory. I whimper as you watch, as you begin to stroke your turgid cock~ aroused at my disobedience, pulsing with anger and with passion.

 

"Clamp your nipples, disobedient whore," you say throatily. I pull the clover clamps from the drawer and affix them to my nipples. The pain is piercing, smashing my nipples and making them sing soprano. The ache increases. I itch to touch myself. You see my hand clenching and read my thoughts.

 

"No, no, naughty bitch. You shall not give yourself pleasure. You have displeased me. You shall pay. Spank your pussy, 50 times, counting after each one."

 

I lie before you, spreading my legs, leaving my glistening clit exposed to your gaze. "Begin," you order. "Yes, Master," I sob, as I begin to count off. At each contact, your voice whispers in my ear, "You are a dirty whore. A nasty cunt. You need to be punished. This pussy, this clit, belongs to ME. HARDER."

 

I reach 50 and you take no mercy. "DO NOT STOP until I tell you to." I continue, each swat reaching the tenderized flesh, each slap singing through my body, connecting with my aching nipples.

 

"Spank yourself harder," you demand, "And take the chain between your teeth. Pull on those nipples. Stretch them out. Let me hear your cries of pain."

 

I continue spanking, even as I place the chain between my teeth and pull fervently. My nipples are stretched, distended, purple beneath the strain, and I cry out. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

 

"Good girl. Pull harder. HARDER." I am helpless to resist your demands and continue to pull, tears beginning to course down my cheeks. At the 100th smack to my red, smarting pussy, you allow me to stop. "Thank you, Master," I sob, but am interrupted by the passionate rasp, "Now spank your ass. HARD. Do not stop until I tell you to. I want you to ache. I want you unable to sit without thinking of me, of how you belong to ME."

 

I spank my ass and you demand "HARDER," I comply and you reply, "HARDER."

 

I am sobbing in earnest at this point. At the 100th stinging slap to my ass, you say, "Good, baby girl. Master is pleased. However, I want you to take your hairbrush and spank your ass again. You WILL learn your place."

 

I take the hairbrush and begin striking the already crimson flesh and the pain intermingles with pleasure so exquisite that I cannot help but cry out in ecstasy. The plastic of the brush whips across my flesh. I am crying, begging for mercy. "You deserve no mercy, slave. You disobeyed me. Now you shall pay. Yank harder on the nipple chain. I don't give a fuck if it hurts~ OBEY."

 

I cry out loudly and you smile~ that deviant, erotic smile that drives a thrill of fear and pleasure through my being. I know that smile. I know that I am far from release for my indiscretion.

 

After the 100th kiss of the hairbrush, my ass is crimson red. Welts are rising on the skin. You lean over and blow across the sensitized flesh. I cry in earnest and you caress my face~ "That's it, baby girl. Cry for me. Your tears are beautiful, they make you more beautiful. Now, fuck your cunt with your fingers and cum for me."

 

My fingers plunge deeply within my pussy, drenched instantly by the nectar originating deeply within. "HARDER," you command, and I obey, whimpering with pain and desire. Eager to please, to be granted release. I feel the orgasm building and it sweeps through my body, a cyclone of lust, passion, and desire leaving devastation in its wake.

 

Before my body finishes it shudders, you command me to fuck my ass with the plug. I beg for you, for your rigid cock to pierce my flesh, my mouth, anywhere, as long as it touches me.

 

You laugh softly and whisper, "Oh no, my little cunt. You do not deserve my cock. You will still pay. Fuck your ass hard, like you know you would if I allowed my cock near you." I am on all fours, fucking my ass vigorously, as my clamped nipples sing in protest, the chain brushing the floor. While I am doing so, you walk before me, grab my hair, and arch my neck back.

"Open your mouth for me, my whore," you rasp, as your cock slides past my lips and fucks my mouth. The rock-hard length fills me, muffles my moan of excitement, and probes within the velvety softness of my mouth. It reached the back of my throat, gagging me. "Do not stop fucking your ass, cunt," you exclaim, as your breath quickens with each stroke.

 

Your hand in still entwined with my hair and your other reaches to slap me. "Bitch," you growl, as the sting of your palm reddens my cheek. "Do not play with anyone unless given permission."

 

The feel of your cock in my mouth, the sting of your flesh upon mine, and the piercing, probing intrusion of the anal plug overwhelm me and I cum violently against you, my teeth scraping your shaft. You fuck my mouth harder, moaning with passion. "You fucking bitch, you made me hard. You made me want you," you groan, as you thrust harder and with more intent.

 

I kneel eagerly before you and you reach down, grabbing the chain that attaches both clamps, making me scream. "That's right, my whore. Scream for your Master. Tell him you adore him, that you want him, crave him, NEED him."

 

At my continued cries of agony tinged with pleasure, you withdraw from my mouth and your seed spills forth, coating my chin and breasts with evidence of your passion and adoration. "Rub it in," you whisper, and watch as I comply. "Now, taste it. Wipe it on your clit. Cum for Master, baby girl."

 

My clit is already swollen and aching, drenched with the passionate nectar that makes its presence known at the mere thought of you. As I rub it, you stand behind me and begin to spank me again~ hard, stinging strikes that leave palm marks on my skin. As I begin to cry again, you lean down and bite my shoulder, clamping down so forcefully that I feel the skin give way. "You are MINE. MINE. MINE," you coax, to which I sob, "YOURS, YOURS, always YOURS."

 

The rapture overtakes my body and the mind-numbing oblivion that only submissive release can bring sweeps through me. I collapse at your feet, sobbing, pleading, and begging for you to forgive me.

 

You gather me close, holding me in your arms, stroking my hair and crooning against my ear, "It's okay, baby girl. Master is here. Release. Give yourself over to me. Submit to me. Serve me. Be MINE."

 

I sob softly and burrow myself into the crook of your neck, my tears mingling with the sweat of your body. "Yes, Master," I sob softly, as I feel the exquisite caress of your kiss against my temple.