Fire erupted across her right ass cheek as she heard a crack accompany the sting of the blow. She gasped audibly, surprised at the suddenness, swinging forward and then back. Before she could compose herself, or stop swaying, her left cheek was dealt a similar blow. She rocked forward, issuing a bark of pain, but it didn’t really connect with her mind in the way it would in a normal woman. Pain receptors were supposed to report distress, fear, and panic; instead, as the endorphins rushed through her body, she felt only elation and a desire for more.
He kept spanking her, first contacting one cheek, and then the next, over and over, without breaking rhythm. She cried out with the blows, but mostly in pleasure. Had He been truly striking her with power behind it, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to endure it, but He wasn’t hitting her all that hard. Enough to hurt, yes, and to excite her, but not enough to push her limits. Yet.
After a span of time she couldn’t hope to measure, so helpless, blind, and beaten as she was, He stopped the spanking, and started dragging His short fingernails cruelly over her burning ass, digging in. She twisted in her bonds, screaming and begging Him to stop, because it really hurt, and not in a good way. He pulled out one of her ear plugs.
“You don’t like that, but I do. Are you willing to take it for me?”
She was crying a little from the treatment of His nails, the glistening teardrops just able to squeeze out from beneath the blindfold. The pain was sharp indeed, but she realized she hadn’t considered saying yellow, so she knew she could take it. And the idea of pleasing Him seemed to be more and more important, for some reason, the idea of satisfying Him giving her a rush of endorphins more powerful even than from the spanking.
“Yes sir, please hurt me for your pleasure.”
“As you wish,” He replied, and she could hear the marvelous evil echoing in those words, before He replaced the ear plug.
Oh, how complete her torment was, with Him gouging at her fiery ass, leaving long furrows of agony behind. He kept changing the direction of His fingernails, first cutting one way, then cutting another, and perhaps intersecting lines with lines. She was absolutely certain she had to be dripping with blood, so horrible the assault, and yet she couldn’t be. That would’ve gone against her limits, and she was positive He wouldn’t do that. As insane as her surety was, given that she was bound, blindfolded and completely at His mercy, she was indeed sure of Him.
Finally, His scratching at her ass ended, and she fought to recover her breath. She felt both ear plugs taken out. Suddenly He was completely attentive, asking her if she was all right, nuzzling her neck gently with His chin, stroking her hair, and kissing her tears away. The full impact of what He had done hit her then, as she melted into complete surrender, shuddering hard time and again in orgiastic joy, the mixture of His pleasure with her and the sudden rush of the physical torment she had enjoyed after all pushing her over the edge. He laughed softly into her ear each time she came, and the joyful lilt of His pleasure kept driving her further. Then she hung there, unable to fully stand, leaning back into Him in order to keep from hurting her wrists, sighing wistfully.
“Fun after all, eh?” He asked her quietly.
“Yes sir,” she purred.
“Very good. I was going to do a few of those other things you’ve been aching to try, but I don’t think I will, now.”
“But, sir, I’m fine,” she protested, afraid He was just trying to make sure He didn’t push her too far. “We don’t have to stop!”
“Good to know,” He grunted in mirth, “because I wasn’t going to stop. Remember, you have a punishment coming.”
She was crestfallen all of a sudden, crashing down from her dizzying heights of fulfillment to the depths of shame. She had failed Him earlier, she remembered, and He had promised to punish her for it. Well, she’d earned it, after all. She straightened herself in her bonds, putting her spine erect, and thrusting her chin forward. If she had failed Him, and must be punished for it, then she would take the punishment with aplomb.
She heard Him digging around for something off in another part of the room, and noted the sound of metal on metal, of things sliding against each other. It didn’t take Him long to find what He was looking for, though, because she could hear Him approaching her again a few seconds later. He walked around in front of her, and she could feel His eyes taking the front of her body in. The side of her body that, save for a few pinches, remained unscathed.
“So, you’re ready for your punishment?” He demanded, steel in His voice.
“Yes sir,” she whispered, shame keeping her voice meek.
“I didn’t hear you,” He snapped, though she knew He probably had. “Ask me for your punishment, girl.”
“Please sir, punish me for forgetting to kneel before you,” she asked boldly, raising her voice.
“I will.”
He tugged at the edges of her left nipple, but it didn’t hurt. She was beginning to wonder what He was doing when she felt sharp pincers biting into the flesh of her nipple. It felt as if He had taken large tweezers and used them to bite down upon her exposed nipple, yet the sensation remained as she felt Him grab her other nipple in the same fashion. He was getting ready to do it again, and then yes, there it was, the same excruciating pain as had just attached itself to her other nipple. Then she whimpered loudly as she felt both nipples being yanked forward at once. She leaned forward as far as she could in her bondage, but they kept being pulled and pulled. Finally, mercifully, they were released, but then she felt a rebound, a slap on her stomach from something cold, and even more pain blossomed in her nipples. They must have been clamped, she realized, with a connecting chain between them. She had seen His collection of nipple clamps before, and had expressed her excitement over them many times. What a mistake!
The chain was being tugged at again, but not hard. Not at first. It was being raised slowly. She heard the metallic clang of a snap, but didn’t know what it was. Then her nipples were tugged hard again, but this time they were pulled up. She felt another snap, but was this time certain, with a sinking feeling in her stomach, what it meant. He had clipped the chain between the nipple clamps to one of the rings on her collar. It was tight too, so that if she moved much, the chain connecting collar and clamps would provide her nipples with a heap of punishment.
“I’m sure you know the predicament you’re in,” He said to her, His breath hot on her ear as He leaned in close to whisper in it. “I’m going to start beating you, and not with my hand this time. Just remember, you’re allowed to struggle all you want, but your struggles will come with a price.” To accentuate His point, He grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled back, just a few inches. She cried out sharply as He did so, the clamps moving a millimeter further down her nipples, to a more painful position. She could only imagine how much it would hurt if they would stick on the very tips!
Suddenly her spanking, and His scratching of her ass, seemed like a merry dream, so painful were the strokes that followed. They stung like the attack of a thousand bees as He beat her ass hard, blow after blow raining upon her. At first she determined to remain completely still, using her voice to cry out her pain as her only outlet, but that wasn’t nearly enough. She didn’t have the nerve to stand up straight against that beating, so she did begin to struggle, only a little at first, but more and more as the beating commenced. As she did, the pain in her nipples became more intense, providing an agonizing counterbalance to the punishment being dished out on her ass. And she screamed, often. She considered crying out with yellow, but each time she was just about to do so, He would ease up on her torment, so she would be able to continue. Had she been able to form complex thoughts at the moment, she would have realized He was reading her physical indicators very well. As it was, it was all she could do to balance her pain.
Suddenly, thankfully, the beating was over. He took care to be gentle as He remov
ed the nipple clamps, but she gave full throat to screams anyway, they hurt so much. They had been pulled almost all the way off, and she had hardly been able to bear them any more. She yelped at first when He began rubbing her ass with something wet, but soon gave low moans of pleasure at the soothing feeling of what must have been lotion. He was making sure not to press much, so He wouldn’t cause her ass any more pain. She sighed, in heaven, as He ministered to her hurts.
***
She wasn’t sure how she had gotten there, but she was lying on her stomach, leaning against Him, on a large bean bag. She could see that He had draped a blanket across her too. She wondered why, until she began to shiver, and realized she was cold, a little excited, and emotionally raw. He eased His arms around her, pulling her to Him, and she smiled, closed her eyes, and snuggled closer. He held a bottle of water to her lips, and she drank eagerly, not realizing how parched she had become.
“So, have I scared you away, little one?” He asked. “Was it too much?”
“Oh, no sir,” she replied with vehemence. “I’ll be coming back again. It was too much,” she admitted, “but it wasn’t nearly enough.”
END
Taken to School
She was somewhat confused by His instructions. Things had been going so well since their first scene together, which was her first ever scene, and they had played another five times since. Every time they played, protocol was an integral part of their scene. This time was going to be different. He had given her a short list of information beforehand, and she was somewhat confused by His commands. The message said she was to dress in a revealing schoolgirl outfit, she was not to follow the normal protocols when she entered His house and locked the door, and she should misbehave as much as possible. True, they were both interested in role play a great deal, so she could understand Him having her dress as a school girl. Apart from the outfit, however, she was baffled as to why He would wish her to defy Him. She was a little disturbed about being instructed not to follow protocol as well, but that didn’t bother her nearly as much as being ordered to defy Him.
Even so, she knew she wanted one thing above all: to please Him. If this was what He wanted, she would do her utmost to try it for Him. Yes, she enjoyed receiving pleasure, in so many twisted ways, but she didn’t even have to think about it; she knew He would attend to it for her.
In pursuit of pleasing Him, she made her choice of outfit with great care. She figured His use of the word revealing was rather telling, so she went all-out in making herself look like a schoolgirl slut, and decided on buying a few items to make the outfit. She picked out a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane schoolgirl shoes, with a single strap and buckle on each. Next came a pair of long white leggings. These leggings were semi-transparent, came up above the knee, and were completed with little red ribbon bows at the top of each. And what slutty schoolgirl outfit could be complete without the miniest of mini skirts? She found many different colors and varieties, but settled on a predominantly red and black plaid number with pleats, one that would barely be legal to wear out in public, it was so short. Finally, she found a little crisscross neck tie, one matching the miniskirt. These purchases made, she brought them back to her apartment.
She completed her ensemble with a flimsy white blouse from her own wardrobe. Dressing in her new slutty schoolgirl outfit, she eyed herself in a full-length mirror in her bedroom. Oh, He would love how sexy her legs looked under the tiny mini skirt, with the sheer leggings hugging them. And she made sure He would love the top as well. Instead of buttoning up the blouse and tying the tie, she had left the tie hang open on either side of the collar. She had also only buttoned the shirt halfway, and had failed to add a bra underneath, leaving her cleavage almost completely exposed. She would have to be careful when she used the restroom at the corner gas station, or her breasts would fall out in front of the attendant.
The next few days were difficult for her to bear. She was already wet and ready for their play date when she tried on her outfit. Luckily she had planned not to wear any panties, or they would have needed to be washed already, she was so horny. But no, she had to go to work for three full days, and lay awake for the better part of two restless nights, before Friday evening finally arrived. By then, she was almost crazed with the need to orgasm, but His standing orders were she was not allowed to cum without His permission, and He was not likely to grant His permission so soon before a scene, so she was wise enough not to ask. When she finally reached His house, her knees were weak with anticipation, and she was barely able to stand, her desire being that strong. Oh, she prayed fervently under her breath He would grant her the release of sex that night. She needed it desperately, and He was so good at giving it to her the way she liked. Still, it would be His decision. He was in charge, and she would do what He wanted her to do.
She slipped inside without knocking on the door, and locked it behind her. Now was the time protocol should be kicking in, and she caught herself getting ready to slip out of her shoes. No, He had ordered her to ignore their established protocols, and she had to obey His command. She looked over to the small table beside the door, and found it contained no items, and the customary red satin cloth was missing. She started to bend her knees to kneel on the floor, but realized this, too, was part of their protocol, and she decided it wouldn’t be proper. In fact, since this play evening seemed so devoid of their normal propriety, she decided to add a little naughtiness of her own. She pushed her shoulders forward, squeezing her breasts together and almost pushing them out of the blouse. She batted her eyelashes at the darkness, where He was sure to be waiting, and pursed her lips like a vixen. Then, running her tongue over her lips, she began to raise her mini skirt but, just as she was about to reveal her bare sex underneath, she shook her head, laughed, and lowered it again.
He strode forward out of the darkness and stopped, towering above her. She caught a gasp in her throat as she took Him in. He was dressed smartly, head to toe. He was wearing black glasses that brought out the evil glint in His eye. He wore a black power suit, a black and white striped tie, and black leather shoes that had to have cost Him a few hundred dollars themselves. He stood there above her, frowning down at her, and crossed His arms, waiting.
After a few minutes, He still hadn’t budged, and she decided to move things along a little. He had wanted her to misbehave, after all, so she slowly, and with great relish, stuck her tongue out at Him. This brought an immediate reaction, and she almost fell backwards into the door, but He caught her chin, His hand and arm lashing out like a striking snake. He whipped a white handkerchief from the breast pocket of His suit, and began roughly wiping at her lips.
“This is not the proper attire for a young lady,” He admonished, smudging her bright red lipstick around her mouth almost as much as He was removing it. “And this makeup is shameful.” He stopped after a few moments and stepped back to regard her, dropping His handkerchief. “What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” He demanded.
Now was the moment of truth. She had to completely embrace the role play He was clearly seeking. Sure, sticking her tongue out at Him had come easily, but this next step would be a big one.
“Go suck an egg, grandpa,” she said with relish, grinning impishly at Him. She flounced in place, crossed her own arms across her breasts, and huffed.
“That’s it,” He said, grabbing her hair and dragging her off into the house. “I don’t take that kind of lip from any student, not even my favorite.”
“Let go of me, you bully,” she cried, following Him out of necessity. “Get off!” She pushed at Him, trying to make Him let go of her hair.
“I don’t think so, missy,” He replied, opening the door to the basement. “It’s time someone taught you how to behave like a proper young woman.”
She grabbed the sides of the doorway in order to stop Him from taking her down to the dungeon. “If you let me go, I’ll make it
worth your while,” she promised, notes of mischief playing in her voice.
He turned His head slowly to regard her, and she shuddered inwardly at the coldness of His features. “Don’t worry, slut. I’ll be taking what I want from you later, whether you want me to or not. For now, though, I’m going to make you wish you had never crossed me. You’ll soon be crying for me to stop, begging for the pain to end, but it won’t. You’ll want to escape, to run away from your punishment, but you won’t be able to get away. You’re going to be sorry, missy.”
With that, He yanked her hair so violently she nearly went flying down the stairs. He caught her shoulder with His other hand, though, and went swiftly down the flight, leaving her no chance to pull back against Him or to try and hold her place at the doorway.
Once they reached the basement, she barely had time to look around her. This was the regular part of the basement, where He had His washer and dryer, storage bins, and tools, the kind of stuff a guy would have down here. She was whisked through in a matter of moments, however, as He yanked open the door to His dungeon and propelled her through. She fell on a large mat set up just inside the door, and heard Him walk through and slam the door shut behind Him. She hadn’t seen this mat before, the glorious mat that had been there to break her fall. Just something else He had thought of in His careful calculations for a scene. He must have known He’d be throwing her to the floor in the dungeon, and wanted to make sure not to hurt her. Well, not accidentally, at least.
She realized He wasn’t about to beat her at the moment. She took some time to compose herself, rolled onto her bottom, and looked up. He was standing there above her, arms crossed in front of His suit again, regarding her with distaste. When she finally looked up to His eyes, He frowned deeply. Emboldened by what He had told her in His instructions, she stuck her tongue out at Him again, expecting to be punished swiftly and painfully. She was surprised when He didn’t flinch at all, and made no move towards her, so she stuck her tongue out at Him again. He simply sighed angrily, put His hands on His hips, and left His arms akimbo.
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