by Becca Little
“You’re such a tease…” I groaned, feeling a tingle throughout my whole body.
I pushed my pussy towards him, trying to get his tongue where I really wanted it. He danced around my desire each time I tried to focus his tongue where I craved his saliva coated embrace. I had no choice but to accept his tease and the gentle touch which made me almost mad as my hunger grew. I yearned for more, but I was slave to the tenderness of his taunting touch. As my passion filled me, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me closer.
“Right there…” I let out a loud moan as his tongue pressed against my clitoris again.
He held my leg on his shoulder as his fingers slid up my thigh. He pushed the protective flap of my clitoris away and started focusing on it with quick, vigorous circles. His thumb slid into my vaginal cavity and pressed against my hymen, gently moving against it in slow thrusts as he continued to focus on my clitoris. The pressure started to build and I my hips started to move against him. He tightened his grip on my thighs, holding me in place.
“So close…” I let a sigh of pleasure pass through my lips.
I felt the tingle inside of me start to grow and build until I was trapped on the edge of my orgasm, unable to slow down the mounting fury of my lust. His tongue stayed on my clitoris, never moving away from it as he circled it. His thumb rubbed my slit, occasionally pressing into my wetness while I moaned in pleasure. He took me to the point of no return and I started to orgasm, wrapping my hands around his neck as I did.
“Yes…” I rolled forward against him.
I started to orgasm, feeling my pussy tightening and my clitoris formed a hard knot underneath his tongue. He focused on it as the orgasm was released, and kept his tongue moving in a steady circle until the spasms within me started to subside. When the afterglow of the moment finally came, it felt like the couch pulled me into the fabric, folding around my hips and my shoulders. He pulled my dress down to my knees and climbed onto the couch beside me.
“If you do well in school, you’ll get that all the time.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.
“I’m feeling very, very motivated.” I let out a sigh and smiled.
***
With my triumph and the pleasure it brought, came complacency. I felt like I had it all figured out and my old habits started to pull me towards them. The semester got a little stressful, and I found myself procrastinating assignments and putting them off to the last minute. I started to look forward to the weekends we were alone, which became a normal occurrence, and I didn’t put the effort into school I expected. When the professor laid a grade on my table that screamed nothing more than average, I felt a bit of fear building in my stomach. I knew Mr. Addison would not be happy.
“We aren’t having dinner?” I opened the door and saw that the kitchen was dark.
“Not tonight.” Mr. Addison shook his head. “Join me in the living room.”
My knees started to get weak as I walked behind him. When I entered the living room, I saw the paper I had written on the coffee table. He had printed it out and went over it line by line, pointing out every imperfection in angry red ink. My stomach started to turn and the fear I felt when the paper was placed in front of me by the professor was nothing compared to the building terror inside of me.
“This is unacceptable.” He pointed at the research paper with a glare of anger in his eyes.
“I know.” I quickly tried to defend myself. “It was a tough week.”
“You don’t get to have tough weeks.” He snapped at me. “You live in the lap of luxury surrounded by nothing but the finest things. All you have to do is go to school and do well.”
“I’ll do better next time, I promise. It was just a mistake…” I stammered.
“Mistakes have consequences.” He folded his arms as he glared at me. “Remove your blue jeans and your panties.”
“Please don’t spank me.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll spend all weekend studying. I’ll get ahead on my assignments.”
“You could have done that any time.” He replied. “You’re the one who chose to put yourself in this position.”
I realized he was right. As much as I wanted to argue, there was little I could offer that would justify my actions. My fingers trembled as they moved to the button my blue jeans. All I wanted to do was get home and change into one of the outfits that made me his Little Abby, but I realized I would be deprived of that pleasure, and the reward that I had really started to look forward to each weekend.
I unfastened my jeans and unzipped them, pushing them down the curves of my hips. Once they were around my knees, I slid my sneakers off and stepped out of them. With a heavy sigh, I pushed my panties down and let them join my jeans on the floor. Standing in front of him, naked from the waist down, had been such a pleasurable experience, but I knew I wasn’t going to get any pleasure after the grade I had earned.
“I’m going to spank your bare bottom until it is as red as the ink outlining your imperfections on that paper.” He took me by the wrist. “That will only be the beginning of your punishment.”
He took me to the couch and sat down, pulling me across his knee. My shirt fell off my bottom as I was positioned with my face towards the floor and my bottom in the air. As I felt myself being stretched out across his knee, I knew I deserved a spanking. I had let my focus slip. When his massive hand landed on my bottom the first time and I felt the familiar sting, I sighed with sorrow. The first smack was only the beginning of my torment and he quickly started delivering them in rapid fashion.
“Ow!” I squirmed on his knee. “I can do better!”
His hand ricocheted off my bottom, delivering a painful smack, followed by another one on the other side. He barely gave me a chance to breathe before the next one came down hard. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to avoid putting them in the way of his fury. The sting made me struggle with my emotions, but I knew I had to remain in position and accept the punishment—no matter how much it hurt.
I started to squirm faster as he concentrated several hard smacks in the center of my bottom. His enormous hand could almost cover my whole bottom if it landed in the middle and as he repeated the pattern, I felt it really start to sting. I almost let out a sigh of relief when he started bouncing his palm off of each side, giving the other one a temporary respite from the agony for a brief moment.
“Please…” I squealed as his hand found the tender spot in the middle of my bottom. “I know I screwed up!”
“I was very clear when you moved in.” His words lacked emotion. “You knew the repercussions of your actions.”
The spanking continued until my bottom was nothing but crimson misery. My tears weren’t enough penance for my transgressions. The makeup I wore in my everyday life when I wasn’t his Little Abby caked and smeared under my eyes when the tears mixed with it. I was sobbing to the point I thought I was going to break in half when his hand finally started to slow down. I lay across his knee with tears continuing to stream down my face once it stopped. My bottom ached and I was certain the red glow was at least as bright as the corrective ink on my paper.
“I’m sorry.” I muttered as he lifted me up in his arms and leaned back with me in his embrace.
“I have very high standards.” He said as his hands stroked my hair. “I don’t accept failure. I will train you to be the best little girl in the world, and when you are finally perfect, I will make you mine.”
“What do I have to do?” I whispered as I hugged him tight.
“You have to be punished.” He replied. “Like I said, this is only the beginning.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes.” My words carried a hint of fear, but I wanted to be everything he saw in me.
Chapter 11
I sat there in his lap, wrapped in his arms, dreading the things to come. When I finally felt a little relief from the spanking, I rolled to the side and snuggled against his ribs. He let me stay there for a little while, but then he stood up and
took me by the hand. He removed my shirt and my bra, leaving me completely naked. He had seen me in that state of undress before, but I still felt vulnerable.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took my hand and walked towards the stairs.
I hoped I would get something special when he gave me my bath, but his touch was cold and distant. He barely bothered to clean the areas that would give me pleasure. I should have known I wasn’t going to feel his touch in the places that felt good after I made the mistakes that I did, but I still had hope. When my bath was done, he dried me off and tied my hair up the way it had been before.
“Now…” He said. “The final touch.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large metal ring with fabric tied to each side. I had never seen anything like it. He pushed my chin down, opening my mouth, and slid the metal ring between my lips. Once it was behind me teeth, he twisted it upwards, creating a wide gap with an open circle in the middle. The fabric was wrapped around my head and tied, leaving me feeling confused. My jaw hurt and then started to ache as he took me by the hand again.
“I have a special room for disobedient little girls.” He walked me down the hallway towards one of the rooms I had never seen before.
He opened the door and I stepped into a room unlike anything I had ever seen before. The walls were painted red, almost like the color of blood. In the center of the room was a long slender padded bench. The surface appeared to be a smooth, leather surface. There was a set of shackles on the wall, and a metal plate built into the floor that had a chain laying nearby. On the wall were long, slender canes. The cart he had rolled into my room earlier was also there, sitting underneath the canes.
“I’ve given you pleasure each time you did well, and now you will provide pleasure for me without any for yourself.” He took me by the hand and walked me to the padded bench. “You disrespected the gift I gave you, so now I will disrespect you the same way and use you like a little slut who doesn’t deserve respect.”
I didn’t want to fight him. I felt like I had earned punishment, but my mind was spinning with confusion. He stretched me out, face down on the bench, and once I was on it, I saw leather straps on the sides. He fastened one of my hands and then the other. I looked up at him with concern as my legs were fastened at the knees. The bench had padding that wrapped around each side, and I was face down, straddling it, with my knees bound tightly on each side of it. The front of the bench had a lifted incline which my chin rested on comfortably, although I felt a little drool in the corner of my lips since I couldn’t close them.
“I had this ring specially fitted for me.” He said as he ran his finger around my lips. “It’s slightly larger than my cock.”
He started to unbutton his pants as I looked on with a bit of excitement. For a moment, I wondered if I was trapped in another dream, but when he pushed his pants down and exposed his cock, I knew it wasn’t the case. His cock was larger than what I imagined in my dreams, engorged with his lust the second it was free from his boxers. He stroked it as he started at me, making it even harder as his hand passed up and down his enormous shaft. I began to understand why there was a ring in my mouth slightly larger than it.
“I’m going to use you for my own satisfaction.” He stated as he got closer to me. “You do not deserve anything more than that.”
His cock slid through the ring and entered my mouth, which was coated with saliva. He called it a punishment, but my mind instantly flashed to the dreams I had of servicing him. It wasn’t as much of a punishment as he thought it was, because I was more than willing to take his cock at that point. The ring kept my lips apart, so I couldn’t pleasure him with them, but my tongue quickly started to massage his cock. He pushed it in deep and I moaned, vigorously trying to please him with my tongue once it was withdrawn.
“This is what happens to girls that don’t appreciate what they are given.” He put his hands on my head. “They are turned into sluts for men to use at their whim.”
He began plunging his cock deep into my throat while he held my head steady. The ring in my mouth kept me stretched out, even as it ached for relief. His cock entered my throat and then moved to my tongue, lingering there for me to pleasure him before it was shoved deep once again. I started getting wet and turned on, moving my hips against the bench to try and feel some sort of pleasure from the touch. I started to get turned on even more, feeling his cock inside of my mouth like I had fantasized about in my dreams.
“There will be none of that.” He saw my hips moving and withdrew his cock. “You are not here for your pleasure.”
He walked to the wall and took down a flat piece of metal that had leather straps attached to it. I had no idea what it was. He slid it around my waist and the metal rested against my clitoris and my pussy. The straps were pulled so tight I could feel them digging into my legs. Once they were fastened, he moved back to my mouth and inserted his cock again. I felt the same desires inside, but when I tried to pleasure myself by grinding against the bench, I felt the resistance of the metal plate.
“That will keep you from feeling anything.” He smiled as he slid his cock back into the metal circle.
No matter how much grinding I did, the chastity device kept me from feeling any form of pleasure. The device fit me like a glove and the way it was locked around my clitoris refused to allow enough of the sensations I craved. I gave up on my own satisfaction and focused on him. If I couldn’t feel pleasure, I could at least make sure he enjoyed my punishment. I sucked on his cock the best I could when it was in my throat, with the metal ring preventing the suction I could have gotten with my lips.
“Let’s see how well you swallow.” He moaned slightly.
His cock slid down my throat and I felt it start to throb. He withdrew it to my tongue and I massaged it until I felt his cum begin to ooze out the tip. Before he really began to unload, he shoved it into my throat and held it there. I felt the rush of his cum up his shaft and then he started to release his semen into the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying to force all of his cum down my throat. He ejaculated for what felt like forever, another stream following the one before it.
“Very good.” He patted my head. “Now that you’ve pleasured me, it is time for more punishment.”
I couldn’t see from my position, but out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of him removing a cane from the wall. I tensed up as he walked back towards me. I could hear the cane being swung through the air as he walked around behind me. Without warning, it came down hard across my bottom, landing on the left side and rolling over to the right side with a hard crack. I let out a long squeal through the metal ring that kept me from responding the way I normally would have.
“Six of the best.” He said as the cane came down again.
The cane was like a lit match on my already punished bottom. It swung without mercy and left a line of agony each time it landed. Three—four—five—six. Each one was more agonizing than the last and when it was done, there were tears in the corner of my eyes. I felt like a complete disgrace. I didn’t deserve the gift he gave me. I deserved to be punished. He walked back to the wall and then returned, letting his fingers drag along my back as he stepped back in front of me.
“I’ll leave you here tonight, to think about what you’ve done wrong.” He started towards the door.
If I could have expressed my displeasure, I would have. My stomach craved food. My body craved his touch. The lights were turned out and all I had was the soft glow of the red walls and the menacing equipment spread throughout the room. I couldn’t sleep at all. Every time I started to feel weary enough to drift off, I was startled awake by the leather on my wrists or the ring behind my teeth.
It was the most miserable night of my life.
***
He arrived early the next morning, his cock already hard when he slid his pants to the floor. I serviced him with my tongue, although it was dry and tired from being held open by the ring. He didn�
��t last long. He fucked my mouth with little regards for anything other than his pleasure. I suffered through the experience, hoping I was somehow earning my freedom and a chance to be his perfect Little Abby once again. After I serviced him, the cane came out again and I suffered for my sins until I cried as six hard strokes landed perfectly.
The process was repeated several times throughout the weekend. He finally allowed me some nourishment, but it came in the form of a baby bottle. He removed the ring and held the bottle up to my lips. It was like paradise in my mouth after being deprived of food. I slept on the bench again Saturday night, but it was actual darkness that engulfed me. Even with sleep finally taking my tired body, I was filled with nightmares of the cane and his disapproving glare.
“I hope you know that I do this to show you how important it is to do what I ask.” He walked in front of me as my bottom once again burned from another session with the cane.
“Yes sir…” I muttered through my tired lips that were still aching after being stretched by the ring for so long.
“Will we have to repeat this lesson?” He grabbed my hair and twisted my head until I was staring into his steel colored eyes.
“No sir!” I said as loudly as I could.
He released me from my prison and helped me to my feet. My arms and legs ached. He walked me back to my room and removed the chastity device. Once it was no longer around my waist, I found my clitoris and pussy numb to the touch. He bathed me, but even when the wonderful shower head I enjoyed was against my pussy, I felt no pleasure. After he was done with my bath, he put a diaper on me and sent me to bed with a bottle in my hand. I was so hungry I drank it quickly. The milk gave me a bit of peace and I drifted off to sleep with hopes of being a better little girl for him when the week began again.
Chapter 12
The lesson of that weekend was learned. I refocused on school and did everything I could to improve my grades. By the end of the semester, my grades were nearly perfect. He walked into the living room with my end of term report and his smile was almost stretched from ear to ear. I tried to contain my excitement as he held it up and took me in his arms. It felt good to know he was proud of me. I had made mistakes, but I was stronger because of what he had taught me.
