Bound to be Punished
Part 3
S.P. Miller
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Part 3
The wind whistled and howled as it blew through the trees, lashing rain against the window periodically. Atop the domed skylights it poured down heavy and even, the afternoon light muted by gray clouded skies as far as the eye could see. From his vantage point in the open kitchen, Charles watched as Anne relaxed on the couch in his living room. She’d had a cup of coffee and had initially started the afternoon flipping through a fashion and design catalogue before becoming engrossed in one of his books.
Anne could feel the weight of his gaze on her, though, and after several more minutes she looked up and caught his gaze, asking pointedly, “how long are you gonna stand over there watching me? You know I can’t focus when you do that.”
“She’s a grouchy little intellectual, isn’t she?” he observed humorously, leaving the kitchen and striding across the living room to join her. “Don’t take it out on me,” he reminded her, “you know how much I love an educated woman. So what’re you reading?”
“Oh please,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she marked the page she was on and set aside the book she’d been reading. He chuckled when he saw the title, Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle, and Anne continued, “You know full well I’m a sucker for Jung.”
“I also know you left most of your books at your parents’ house,” he shrugged, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss her warmly on the temple, “figured you might like to have something a little more stimulating to read while you’re here,” he eyed her fashion catalogue with disdain as he said the last part.
Anne only laughed lightly, though, shaking her head at him and replying tartly, “it’s for my work, you know; and I rather enjoy what I do, thank you very much.”
“I know you do, though for the life of me I don’t know why,” he nodded placatingly to her, then added suggestively, “I also rather enjoy what you do…”
“Oh no,” she shook her head, scooting away as Charles trailed his hands over her shoulders, one hand reaching down along her arm as he drew his fingertips lightly over her skin, “I haven’t even been here two days, contain yourself you insatiable man.”
It had been several months since the night they’d encountered one another again in the night club in LA, but their relationship had picked up almost as if it had never stopped and summer sped by in a whirlwind. She hadn’t wanted to quit her new job, especially since it would disappoint Jessica immensely, so Charles had made several trips back down over the course of the summer; but with October coming to an end, she had decided to come up to Washington.
Her trip was partly to see her family and to celebrate Halloween with several of her oldest friends, but seeing him was, without a doubt, the primary reason she’d flown up. Charles’ birthday was on the 2nd of November, a Saturday that year, so she’d flown up on October 28th and planned to leave again on the 5th of November.
“Ah relax,” he reached for her again, pursuing her as she scooted across the couch, and caught hold of her by the wrist, then the waist. Pulling her back toward him, he grinned rakishly and drew her in for a lingering, sensual kiss. Anne’s resistance lasted a few seconds longer before, with a soft groan of pleasure, she melted into his embrace, returning his kiss.
His tongue and teeth teased her, nipping lightly on her lips before he pulled away, nuzzling her and hovering just over her mouth as he smiled, “You know full well that I’ve been containing myself,” he kissed her again briefly, “never you worry, though; you’ll have your fill of me before you go.” He winked at her and grinned crookedly as he said the last, and Anne couldn’t help but smile in amusement at his blatant double entendre.
“You’re incorrigible,” she shook her head, turning to lean over the back of the couch to look at Charles as they spoke, “so I assume you’re finished with work for the day?” He nodded and she continued, “Ah, well then, you got any big plans for tonight?”
“Nothing in particular,” he shrugged, leaning over the back of the couch, “if you’re hungry we could go get something to eat.
“Or you could cook up something in the kitchen; I’ll promise to keep my hands to myself,” he assured her before she could comment about his typical kitchen antics, “although I’ve also got some rather fine wine, so I make no promises about what happens after dinner.”
“You know,” she had to contain the broad grin that threatened to spread across her lips, “I was actually hoping you’d join me and have dinner with my family tonight,” she smiled sweetly at him, “that is, if you’re not too busy.”
The change in Charles’ expression was subtle but instantaneous; his lips compressed for a moment into a thin, flat line, and his jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes sharply to glare at Anne for a moment. When he responded, his tone was noticeably cooler and more clipped, “Why on earth would you force me to endure a meal with the imbecilic genetic pool from which you, by some miraculous twist of fate, have sprung?”
“Ooh, I love it when you get all snarky,” she brushed aside his comment about her family, though, continuing unperturbed, “Hear me out before you say no. I promised my mum that I’d stop in for dinner while I was in town, she wanted us to come to the Halloween party, but I got out of that. Now, I don’t know about you,” she had moved across the couch to face Charles, sitting on her knees and looking up at him as he stood behind couch, “but I don’t exactly think I’ll want to see my parents the day after your birthday… so I thought we could get it over with tonight and have the rest of the week free of familial duties.”
“Familial duties my ass; a collection of amoeba would be more beneficial to have as relatives,” he shook his head vehemently, stepping away from the couch and beginning to pace the room, “How many disastrous dinners with your family will it take to convince you that I do not play well with others.”
“That’s not true,” Anne protested, “you play well with me.” She smiled slyly at him, “and I know how much you detest them, but I’ll make you a deal.”
Charles cast his dark eyes back to her from across the room as he paced. He didn’t need to ask what her deal would be, he already knew, and he knew he would accept it. “You’re going to pay for this one, Anne,” he warned her, but he could already feel arousal coursing hot through his blood at the thought of what he would do to punish her later, “and I don’t want to hear a single complaint about it.”
Excitement tinged with a faint trace of anxiety made her stomach flip and twist, her heartbeat increasing slightly as a warm flush spread up her neck, and Anne smiled as she rose from the couch. Crossing the room to intercept him as he paced, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to kiss him tenderly on the lips. When she pulled away, she whispered against his mouth, “I promise you won’t hear any complaints from me; you can gag me if you do.”
Fueled by a mixture of aggression and renewed arousal, he took hold of her firmly by the shoulders, his hands sliding down her arms to grip her wrists tightly, restraining her and holding her flush against the length of his body. Her body melded against his through the fabric of their clothing, her soft, curvaceous figure giving in against his lean, muscle-hardened torso.
Nuzzling her auburn hair, he inhaled the scent of her, light and sweet, before biting the lobe of her ear, dragging his teeth over her flesh as his hot breath stirred her hair. “I can gag you any time I choose, Anne; I don’t need your permission. We both know that.”
His voice was low and husky with a dark undertone of dominance, sending a thrill of aro
usal down her spine, and she groaned as he kissed and nibbled along her neck to her collarbone and shoulder, biting her lightly. “So you’ll go with me?” she asked, her voice emerging amidst a breathless gasp as Charles bit her more sharply on the neck, expressing his displeasure even as he grumbled an affirmation.
“I should flog you for this,” he remarked idly, lifting his head to look her in the eye as he finally released her wrists. With one hand he tangled his fingers through her hair, cradling the base of her skull in his warm palm as he tilted her head back, raising her mouth to his, “Come to think of it, perhaps I will.”
Charles kissed her with a possessiveness that made her insides twist and flip in excitement, his tongue probing her hot mouth, teasing her before he caught her lips with his teeth, biting and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. As he kissed her, his nimble fingers caressed her, simultaneously grazing the sensitive skin at the back of her skull and trailing over her delicate neck. Before she had a chance to enjoy herself too much, though, he pulled away from her and released her, stepping back with a satisfied smirk as she caught her breath.
“That’s not fair,” she protested, pouting slightly, but Charles only shrugged at her.
“Neither is forcing me to endure an evening amongst microbes,” he replied, “but I do it anyway.” Returning to the couch, he sat down and stretched out comfortably, leaning his head back against the arm of the couch to look up at Anne, “So what time is this infernal dinner of yours, anyway?”
Anne was unfazed by his attitude toward her family, and refused to be put off as she joined him on the couch, answering with a broad smile, “Dinner is at six-thirty but they won’t protest if we’re there a little early; Sarah’s off from work for a week and she’ll be there, so you can meet her boyfriend while we’re at it.”
Charles only groaned, lifting one hand to rub his temples as though he felt a headache coming on already at the mere thought of her younger sister, “And just how many of the acclaimed Grouse family will be in attendance at this dinner?”
“Oh please,” Anne swatted him lightly, “it’s not that bad and you know it.”
He only glared at her darkly for several long moments, then his gaze softened slightly and the shadow of a smile flitted across his lips as he responded, “I’ll remind you that you said so when you’re paying for this later, love.”
Oh yes… he smirked in satisfaction as his eyes raked over the curvaceous woman perched on the couch with him; she would pay a pretty price for subjecting him to her family.
***
*Crack!*
The sound of a bamboo switch making contact with bare flesh cut through the silence of the room, accompanied by a muffled shriek from Anne. Lowering the thin stick of bamboo he’d been wielding against her pale, smooth-skinned ass, Charles stepped back and brought the lights up slightly to better illuminate his handiwork.
“You’ve endured your punishment well so far,” he commented, setting aside the switch and approaching her from behind. In accordance with the orders he’d issued as soon as they returned from her parents’ house, Anne was stripped down to a lacy red thong and matching bra, kneeling over the edge of his bed with her ass presented to him to receive her punishment. To say that his cock was hard as a rock in his pants would have been an understatement.
With her hands bound behind her back and her face buried in a pillow, he’d ordered her to remain on her knees while he doled out 12 strokes with the bamboo. Now he stood behind her and his hands descended on her ass, his hands cool and smooth against the heated, reddened flesh of her buttocks. Across the supple flesh of each cheek, and reaching down to the tops of her thighs, the marks from his switching were crisscrossed, the flesh rising angrily from the punishment. He hadn’t left any nasty welts, but it would be a few days before she sat comfortably again.
As his hands grazed over her skin, he could hear her groan softly into the pillow. His hands trailed over her, stroking her gently. Gripping her by the hip with one hand, he reached down her thigh with the other, tracing lightly up the inside of her delicate skin until his fingers reached the crotch of her thong panties.
“Well now, what do we have here?” his tone was one of mock surprise as his fingers encountered the dripping wet center of her panties; “I see someone is excited.”
A bright red blush spread up her neck and burned its way across her cheeks, and Anne was grateful that her face was hidden in the pillow. It had taken a certain measure of getting used to, but receiving such punishments from Charles had become an intensely erotic experience. Knowing that he was rock hard and aching in his pants as he ran his cool hands over her heated flesh only served to heighten her arousal.
Rubbing two fingers over the soaked crotch of her thong, he teased her from her hidden opening to the tip of her clit. He relished the moans of arousal he elicited from her as he rubbed her, teasing her though the scant fabric of her panties.
“Ooh yes,” his voice was low, heavy with arousal as his cock ached, confined tightly within his pants, his testicles swollen and tight as well, “For all your protests, you seem to thoroughly enjoy your punishments, Anne.”
If her face hadn’t been buried in the pillow, she would have denied what he said, but a thrill of arousal shot down her spine at his words. A moment later his hand left her clit and pussy, withdrawing from her for an instant before she felt the sharp smack of his palm against her flesh. Charles had smacked her across the right cheek, hard enough to leave the imprint of his hand on her flesh, covering several of the angry, crisscrossed marks from the bamboo.
His second blow unleashed another flood of hot warmth from her core, the crotch of her thong soaked and rubbing between her slick folds as her liquid arousal ran down the inside of her thighs. “Well this doesn’t look like it’s helping you anymore,” he tugged on the elastic band of her thong, pulling the material taught and dragging it between the lips of her pussy.
Another pleasurable moan was stifled by the pillow and for several seconds Charles reigned down additional blows on her skin. His palm prints blended over the crisscross pattern from her switching, leaving her entire ass and upper thighs glowing red. After a final blow, he gripped her thong and pulled it away from her pussy, dragging the scrap of fabric down her thighs and leaving it tangled around her knees.
Stepping back, he took a long moment to enjoy the sight of his handiwork. The sound of his belt slowly being unbuckled, and the deliberate unzipping of his pants, made a tremble run through Anne’s body so strongly that she felt her thighs shaking with unreleased tension.
Using the brief reprieve she had from his attention, she turned her head to the side at least, taking a breath of fresh air. The pillow was hot from her breath and damp, and the skin of her buttocks burned hot to the touch, but the rest of her body was cool, bare and exposed to the fresh, cold air that blew in through the window her lover had left open.
Watching her from his vantage point behind her, Charles freed his swollen cock and began stroking it slowly, deliberately, from base to tip and back to the base again as he watched her ass linger in the air. Her pussy was swollen and dripping wet, glistening in the low lights, the pink, inner folds of flesh peeking out at him enticingly. Gripping his shaft hard in one hand, he stepped back to Anne and took hold of her by the waist, taking hold of her hard.
“So tell me, my little harlot,” he leaned over her back, continuing to hold onto her with one hand while he directed the tip of his erection toward her pussy with the other. Continuing in a dark, husky voice as he slid his tip through her slick folds, he asked, “Were you already wet in anticipation of your punishment while we were eating dinner with your parents?”
“Yes,” she groaned as he continued to tease her with the tip of his cock, rubbing down to her clit and back up to her tight, hot core again. Then his hand moved from her hip upward to grip her bound wrists, pulling her upward and off the bed somewhat, and she moaned wantonly as his tip penetrated her just an inch or two before withdrawing again.
“And was your tight little pussy aching for my cock while I exchanged pleasantries with that parasite you call a sister?” he smirked as he asked the question, having withdrawn the contact of his cock from her pussy entirely.
Frustrated and horny, Anne whimpered with desire as she struggled futilely to restore some contact between his throbbing shaft and her most sensitive areas. “Yes,” she admitted, feeling a hot blush color her cheeks at the admission of her entirely inappropriate feelings.
Charles made a light tsking noise, shaking his head lightly, “How positively slutty of you, Anne. Couldn’t you think of anything else? That’s why women like you have to be punished, you know. You need to be fucked, regularly, by a good hard cock.
“Well you’re in luck tonight,” he exhaled a short laugh, his dark gaze passing over her slowly, lingering on her curves and the mass of auburn hair that fell, wild and mussed, around her head and shoulders. Gripping his shaft firmly, he guided the head of his cock back to her slick, tight entrance and slid fully inside in a single, smooth stroke.
“Ooh, fuck yes,” Anne wasn’t generally one to resort to swearing, but their more intense sex play had a tendency to bring out the most vulgar side of her. In the beginning, it had even surprised her when Charles first coaxed her to say some of the things she now readily admitted to. After going through high school and college as a largely prim and proper girl, she’d viewed herself as reasonably enlightened and sexually experienced by the time she met Charles.
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