"I broke my collarbone, Sir." He took each of her arms down from their position, one by one, as his hands ran down each arm, noting her neatly trimmed nails and crooked pinky fingers, then replaced them so that they were laced behind her head again when he was done.
He looked up at her, and she could see his fierce frown even out of the corner of her eye. "How'd you do that?"
Prima bit her lip. "I fell out of a tree when I was ten, Sir."
"And what were you doing in a tree, Katherine?" She had noticed that when he was in 'punishment mode' he was more likely to use her real name. He used 'Prima' almost as an afterthought during everyday life, but, almost as if to emphasize her naughtiness, he used her real name when he was correcting her.
"Following my best friend's brother up it, Sir."
Impulsively, he leaned forward and kissed the scar, as if kissing it 'all better.' "I hope you got your bottom blistered well and good for that bit of naughtiness, Katherine."
His attention turned to her breasts as if he hadn't just kissed her tenderly. "What size bra did you wear?"
It had been so long that she had to think for a second. "Thirty-eight double-D, Sir."
"Yes," Joseph mused thoughtfully, hefting each as if it was a cantaloupe at the Marketplace. He pulled on each nipple, coaxing it to taut readiness then laving each with his broad wet tongue. Prima couldn't help the shiver that ran through her at the pleasure he was creating, and her feet danced a little until he swatted each thigh crisply.
"Stand still. I do not like to have to repeat myself."
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, "I'm sorry, Sir."
"You will learn, Katherine, you will learn." He walked behind her and inspected her back, poking and prodding at will, his hands squeezing their way over her bottom despite its swollen redness, or maybe because of it. She did very well at staying still, she thought, especially considering how much his caresses hurt. His implements had also been used well on the backs of her thighs, and his fingertips explored each raised weal, then the backs of her knees and her calves.
Coming back around front, she was surprised when he skimmed over her pubic area to feel the muscles in her thighs, then down the front of her shins.
"Go lie on the bed on your back."
That was easier said than done, but Prima managed it, hissing and whimpering when her abused butt made contact with the rough chenille of the bedspread. He was writing something on a paper on a clipboard, throwing orders at her absently. "Put your butt on the edge of the bed, legs up and back, hands still laced."
Two thick slings of material were placed behind her knees, pulling them up and back almost to the point of discomfort, putting her privates on display to a most humiliating extent. Each of her hands was put into a leather mitten, then they were tied together above her head. He attached a short length to one of the rings of her collar that prevented her from lifting her head off the mattress. She would not be able to see what he was doing to her. A thick leather belt was wrapped around her waist and fastened to somewhere, she didn't know where, and she was, again, well and truly immobilized.
It was then that she heard a familiar "snap," but couldn't identify just what it was from. Joseph rolled a stool over to where she was on display, then lifted her hips and slid a plump pillow beneath them, giving him even easier access but scraping against the ragged flesh of her butt, making her moan and his male organ flex in response. The first thing he did after trimming down the hair on her pussy was to remove it – the hard way, with wax. She was soon screaming again, but this time the pain was in an entirely different area from her bottom. Every ounce of hair was gone from stem to stern. Then he wiped her down with an antiseptic, which stung a little, and rubbed in a soothing lotion. When he was done, he leaned forwards to inspect her minutely, holding her outer lips well apart. Her clit was already swollen and red, kind of like her bottom, and her honey fairly dripped out of her wonderful opening. Yes, she'd had pain, but she had also liked it. How galling that must be.
Joseph couldn't resist pinching that impudent little clit hard, making her squirm a little, then he introduced the closed blades of a cold metal speculum into her wet pussy. He saw no need for lubricant when she was so naturally moist. He opened it slowly, ratcheting it up a notch after continuing his minute examination of her crotch and casually rubbing his smooth fingertips over her even more distended clitty. When he heard her breath catch after opening the medium sized speculum another notch, he turned to a tray of instruments he had set up on her nightstand and inserted a very long, thin paint brush, covering her vaginal walls with nothing more upsetting than water, this first time, and noting her sighs of pleasure. He switched brushes and took an even longer one to reach right up to her cervix, but was unhappy because he still couldn't see what he was doing – he had to do it by feel. So he listened to her moan and whimper as he opened the instrument two more notches, making her gape open nicely. He could see her cervix easily now, and he painted it, too, teasing it, watching her closely for any response. Some women barely felt anything around that area, but it was loaded with nerve endings. And apparently, judging by the way she almost arched off the bed, his little Katherine had an abundance of them that told her this was a very pleasant thing for him to do.
It wouldn't always be so, but this time he indulged himself – and her – a little, exchanging brushes again for a longer, thicker stiffer bristled one that he knew would stimulate her almost to the point of discomfort, and he adored it when she struggled against those tight bonds to try to dislodge his little toy. But of course, she wasn't going anywhere just yet.
He took yet another brush and dipped it into a creamy white solution, bringing up a healthy glob and plopping it right down on her straining bud. The mixture was entirely his own, a little glycerin, a little hand cream, just the barest hint of cinnamon oil. He had, of course, tested it on himself, on his own privates, and had achieved a very pleasant warmth throughout the area he'd swathed. He left that blob right there, seeping into that delicate flesh while he liberally painted the rest of her privates – except the outer areas he'd shaved – with that potion. The stimulation of the soft brush on her overheated flesh, combined with the not-unpleasant but demanding heat his mixture was bringing to her flesh was almost her undoing.
"Katherine," his voice was sharp with command. "You are not to cum under any circumstances. Do you understand me?"
He could barely hear her response. "Yes, Sir." Oh, God, what if he kept doing this? How was she going to not cum with all of this stimulation?
To her infinite relief, the speculum was removed, and all that remained was the throbbing that built as the heat of the lotion intensified until he put his left hand on her tummy and slipped two gloved fingers of his right hand into her vagina, inserting them quickly and way up high. She wanted to arch both away from and into his thrust at the same time, but could do neither. Those two fingers barely fit, but he was able to locate that fleshy spot at the top of her passage and proceeded to manipulate her cervix with his rubber-encased fingers as he listened to her breath become more and more uncontrollable. As he played with her internally, he pressed down on her tummy, feeling her womb with his fingers inside it, wishing it was his cock but knowing it soon would be.
Withdrawing suddenly, Joseph got up and adjusted her into the next position, which was on her knees over a bolster but still with her bottom very near the edge of the bed. She was rebound in very much the same way, again completely immobilized.
Attuned to her every movement and sound, Joseph realized as he resumed his seat on the rolling stool that she was crying. "Are you all right?" he asked.
She nodded her head as much as she was allowed. "Yes, Sir."
"Have I hurt you during this inspection?"
"No."
"Then why are you crying?"
"B-because, Sir."
An answer specifically designed to annoy the one asking the question. "I'm not going to play games with you, and you know that I dislike repeatin
g myself."
Afraid of ending up with even more strokes of the hated cane, Prima answered truthfully, shamefully, "Because I know where you're going next, Sir."
Joseph actually smiled at her discomfort. "And where am I going to examine next, Katherine?"
Oh, God, he wasn't going to make her say it, was he? "M-my bottom, Sir."
"Your bottom?" She could hear him frowning. He deliberately laid his palm against a butt cheek. "I've already attended to your bottom, although we're not quite through there yet, are we, girl?"
If she blushed any redder, her face was going to rival the area under his hand, but at least he couldn't see it. But Katherine couldn't keep herself from struggling a little, and Joseph knew why. Humiliation usually made the body move to escape the source of the shame. But for her, there would be no escaping this.
"So where am I going to explore next?" he pressed, making the squirm even more pronounced. "You're a smart girl. I'm sure you know the correct anatomical name."
"Yes, Sir, I do," she squeezed out, not giving him an inch.
He almost smiled at her evasion. "And that would be?" he prompted, tapping a swollen hillock in warning.
"M-my anus."
"That's right, my girl. And there's nothing you can do about it so you needn't cry. You'll be crying again soon enough."
His offhand comments about the remaining punishment that awaited her when he was through with this shameful examination only made the tears fall faster as he reached for a tube of KY jelly. Now, when people were dropping like flies and everything was going to hell in a hand basket, some people were busy stealing TVs and DVDs and radios. Joseph had raided as many pharmacies as he could for both the medical and entertainment sundries he knew would soon be in short supply. It was a marvelous windfall that the woman he'd bought was a natural sensualist, and was almost always literally dripping with her own moisture.
But he knew the dangers of anal problems and wanted to avoid those at all costs, so he lubed up a small anal speculum, then also left a dollop of it on her puckered pink hole, which made her jump in surprise. When he let the ends of the blades rest against her back entrance, he watched every muscle in her body tighten up. "Katherine, I want you to try to relax now. Tensing up'll only make things harder on you." Joseph rubbed the outside of her thigh absently. "I'm going to open up your bottom hole with this thing the easy or the hard way; it don't matter to me which way we do it. Might as well make it easier on yourself. Be a good girl and bear down like you were going to the bathroom." Wanting to please him but scared out of her wits that he was doing this humiliating thing to her, she did as she was told and tried to relax. "Arch your butt out some more, honey, and bear down real hard – this thing'll slip up in there nice and easy."
She began to cry in earnest as the cone-shaped instrument was pressed into her, but Joseph didn't stop or even slow down. "That's it. Good girl." Once it was seated deep into her, he patted her flank just like she was a temperamental pet.
Then he began to splay it open wider and wider, making her sob loud and louder with the increased and unfamiliar pressure and discomfort. When he'd gotten most of the way to where he wanted, he stopped and repeated much the same things as he had done to her vagina. Joseph removed the speculum, only to replace the invasive presence of metal with that of his glove slick finger. It was, he knew, a much more intimate and shameful thing to have someone stick their finger up your bottom, much more so than to have to endure the touch of a sterile instrument. But her embarrassment was no concern of his. He pressed his thick finger into her anal opening up to his second knuckle, but she was resisting him, tightening that sphincter hard.
"Katherine Marie, bear down like a good girl." She was slow to respond, sobbing softly into the bedspread. "Open yourself up for me, girl. I own you." His voice was deliberately harsh, "And I will touch you any where I want, any way I want, any time I want. You'd better get used to this. I'm going to be inside of you in so many ways you haven't even thought about yet. You can do nothing about it but submit, just like you submitted to me fucking your pussy with my fingers a few minutes ago and even moaned about it, and how you submitted to me blistering your butt not long ago with your honey drippin' down your legs while I laid into you good."
He had her pegged right down the line, she realized, relaxing a little against her will.
The rest of his finger popped in, and he began to work it all the way in and out of her. "That's my good girl. You know what you need. Your Pa knew what you needed, too. You need a strong man – you're not like the weak women nowadays. You need a man who'll keep your bottom sore and striped and your pussy and this pretty little asshole of yours full of his cum on a regular basis, all day long. Maybe even pleasure you every once in a while, if you're good, but mostly just take you hard and long, just like you need to be whupped."
Joseph didn't know if he should, but then he said to hell with it. He put another glob of KY on his middle finger and put both of them against her already somewhat stretched hole. "Now. I'm going to put two fingers into you right now, and I want you to welcome them like I told you to with the speculum – arch your back good and thrust your bottom out. Bear down and let me in, Katherine. It'll be the easier for you."
Katherine had never been so ashamed in all her life, but she did as he told her to, lifting and presenting her butt for his abuse as if she wanted it, but nothing happened.
"Ask me."
Dumbfounded, she said, "I'm sorry, Sir?"
"Ask me to rape your ass with my fingers. Ask me nicely, or I'll start adding strokes for every time you don't do it well."
"But –" She was at a loss. Could he possibly humiliate her any more?
"That's five more strokes."
Those big thick fingers were still pressed against her entrance. "P-please, Sir, rape my – my ass with your fingers?" she parroted on a swell of sobs.
When she said it, he began to do it. "Keep your bottom up there, girl – present."
Katherine arched her back until it began to ache, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of having her butt invaded by those two hard digits. And they just kept pressing and stretching. Joseph didn't stop until both fingers had delved completely into her, right up to his hand. Those fingers seemed like they were never still, wiggling and probing and exploring for the longest time while she wept into the already soaked quilt.
"Ah, yes, that's a good girl." Joseph was in his glory, and there was still more to come before he could take her and relieve this incredible ache. His, of course, not hers.
Chapter Five
When he was finally through exploring her intimately, he left her in her bonds rather than set up the horse again, which meant that she would take her last forty five strokes splayed obscenely, where the cane would most certainly catch even more tender bits of exposed flesh than it had before.
The cane was where he'd left it, and he retrieved it, saying, "I believe the count was forty-five when it could have been only twenty, am I right, Katherine?"
"Oh, God, yes, Sir," softly, reluctantly. She didn't want to believe that he was going to use that thing again on her already abused flesh.
"That's too bad. But hopefully you'll learn your lesson." He was in a hurry to get to her, but he still left the four seconds between strokes so that each had the proper time to sink into the recalcitrant woman's mind. There were fewer out and out screams this time, but louder sobbing as each stroke hit its mark for the second time within the past hour and a half. He peppered down her thighs and then back up and over each cheek, always careful not to wrap, but inevitably hitting between her ass cheeks and making her yelp wonderfully.
He did the last twenty five, which were extras for misbehavior, extra hard; so that she would learn that she did not want to earn any more added strokes in the future. She was almost out of her mind with the pain once he was through and could barely hear him through the rushing in her ears. Joseph left her there to sob it out and straightened the room, then untied her and
rebound her on her newly ignited bottom, wrists bound to the rings at the side of her collar, collar attached by a short leash to the frame of the bed and her blindfold tightly in place. She wasn't going anywhere, except beneath him. He didn't bother to disrobe, only pulled out his tremendously swollen cock and jabbed it into her. He was thinking he had practically given himself a case of blue balls by denying himself to this point, but hearing her moan when he entered her, and reaching beneath her to deliberately clench the ridges on her bottom that he had put there himself, forcing her naturally further onto his cock, he knew it had been worth it. He loved punishing her like this, he loved forcing her to submit to that humiliating exam and to the intimate invasion of his fingers into her most private areas, and he adored fucking her like this, hard and fast enough to keep her from really enjoying it and grinding her sore butt into the bed at the same time.
Joseph came very quickly but explosively, spraying his juice all over the insides of her cunt, painting her for a second time that evening. He thought he might even faint – spots appeared before his eyes as he hyperventilated in his pleasure. He collapsed onto her for a few minutes, then moved to one side and simply breathed. Once he'd recovered, he got up and pressed a fairly good sized butt plug between those two ravaged cheeks as she moaned in protest.
Then he left her naked and bound in the dark room, the covers up to her waist, without so much as a word, her soft sobbing of humiliation and pain behind her pacifier making him hard again, impossibly, only minutes after he would have said he'd spent himself completely and been dead wrong.
Prima sometimes found herself staring at the man who was her owner, her master, her lover, her Daddy, and her husband all wrapped up in one tough, harsh, awkwardly caring man. He seemed to be perpetually in heat around her and there was never a moment – waking or sleeping – when she was not in danger of being mounted in one fluid motion, often waking just as he seated himself deeply inside her. And he was never really satisfied with her simply lying there and accepting his dominance. He enjoyed her pleasure at least as much as he enjoyed her pain, so he always made sure he roused her body to cleave to his by suckling gently on her nipples, or sometimes twisting and pinching them until she cried out, or tickling her clitty or raping her bottom. She never knew which approach he would take, not that it seemed to make any difference to her highly sensitized body.
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