by Blake,Zoe
“Open your mouth,” he growled.
Sarah was helpless to resist.
She opened her lips. His tongue plunged inside. Tasting her. Consuming her. The tip swirled around her tongue. It slid along the sharp edge of her teeth. It licked her upper lip, leaving it glistening. He then moved to place open mouth kisses along her jaw, down the slim column of her throat.
“I can taste your heart beat,” he murmured against her skin as he licked the delicate skin at the base of her throat.
Sarah could feel the press of his hand along her side. He removed the ribbon at her waist and pulled on the pink draping. It fell away from her body with a whisper. She was standing in his embrace with only her bloomers, corset and stockings on. Pierce’s hand moved along the curve of her hip, to her lower back and lower. Stretching his long fingers wide, he cupped one perfectly round buttock, giving it a harsh squeeze.
Sarah moved up on her toes in a futile gesture to move away from the bruising pain of his grasp. The movement caused her belly to press against his already aroused shaft. Pierce let out a stifled groan before, once again, claiming her mouth. Squeezing her bottom cheek again, he ground his hips into her own. Letting her feel the powerful length of him.
Sarah whimpered. Her bottom still felt swollen and hot from the carriage spanking. His painful grasp only heightened it.
Pulling away from her mouth, Pierce held her jaw with his left hand. Looking down into her desire glazed eyes, he softly commanded, “Take off your corset.”
Sarah placed her small hands over her bosom. At Pierce’s encouraging nod, she began to slowly unhook the metal eyehooks keeping her corset in place. It was a simple undergarment with no lacing, just silk and whalebone that latched in front for the convenience of woman who did not possess a lady’s maid.
Pierce stepped back and crossed to a large chest at the foot of the bed. Lifting the lid, he extracted a small black box. It was another one of those Brownie cameras. Walking to the large arched window, he drew the curtains open, letting in the rosy glow of the setting sun, bathing Sarah in soft, golden light.
“Don’t move.” His voice sounded low and urgent.
Sarah stopped, her hands lightly resting on her opened corset, only a few hooks remaining.
Pierce looked through the lens at the stunning sight before him. Her black hair a beautiful contrast to her ivory skin. Her beautifully rounded breasts peeking through the silk opening of the corset. You could just see the hint of a nipple. Her small, delicate hands hovering over the final hooks which would relinquish her modesty. The look of fear mingled with desire in her large, expressive eyes.
He released the shutter, capturing the moment.
A simple nod of his head was enough of a command for Sarah to continue. The corset fell away from her body. Her pink-tipped breasts and softly flat belly exposed to his intense scrutiny.
“Now the bloomers.”
“Oh please, it is so…so,”
“The bloomers, Sarah.”
She lowered her head and obeyed. Pierce caught the moment she bent over, the bloomers around her knees, her sweet cunny on display, her long hair hiding her shame-pinked cheeks and averted eyes. Sarah could hear the soft metallic click as he took another photograph. There was something so forbidden, so decadent and so scandalous in allowing him to take such intimate photographs. The thought both excited and frightened her.
“Get on your knees.”
Despite the seductive haze he wove about her with his deep kiss, Sarah still had enough self-resolve to hesitate.
“Get on your knees,” he repeated.
“What are you going to do?” she sniffed.
“On. Your. Knees,” he barked.
Sarah fell to her knees. Her head bowed. She made quite the vision of submission kneeling on the plush carpet in the center of the room between the fire and the bed.
Pierce placed the camera on the table in front of the fire and went to his wardrobe. He returned with a long black silk binding.
Sarah’s face crumbled. Sucking in a quick breath, she begged, “Please don’t tie me up. It frightens me so!”
She was powerless against his superior strength and brawn. Even if she tried to run, she would not get very far. This she knew. If her deep instincts about him were wrong and he truly meant her harm, there was little she could do to protect herself but being tied up made it so much worse.
“Place your arms behind you.”
Sarah covered her face with her hands instead. Crying.
Pierce went down on one knee behind her prone form. Reaching his right arm back, he swiftly brought the flat hard surface of his hand down on her backside. Sarah screeched, falling forward. She immediately returned to her knees and she instinctively reached back to sooth her burning skin. Pierce snatched her wrist. Quickly pulling her other arm back, he had her arms crossed and bound to her lower back.
Snatching a small pillow from the bed, he placed it in front of her before leaning down on his haunches. He slapped first her right breast then the left. Sarah cried out. “Ow! Oh god! It stings!”
Pierce slapped her breasts again, watching as they gently swayed with each contact from his hand. The creamy skin blossoming into a blotchy red handprint.
“Do not make me repeat myself again, little one.”
Sarah nodded trying to swallow her sobs.
There was a discreet knock at the door before the unmistakable sound of a silver tray being placed on the floor. Pierce crossed the room and waited a moment to ensure the hall was clear before opening the door wide enough to bring in the small tray. On it was a large piece of ginger root, a small paring knife and linen towel.
He placed the tray on the central table before the fire, right in line with Sarah’s vision. Picking up the knife, he approached her prone form.
The moment she saw what was in his hand, she couldn’t breathe. All her earlier fears came crashing to the fore. How could she have been so very foolish?
“Are you familiar with the nursery punishment called figging?” he asked casually.
“What?” responded a confused Sarah, unable to focus on anything but the gleam from the small knife he held.
“Figging. It is a very persuasive punishment usually reserved for those in the nursery, however I feel as though your actions have called for it.”
Was figging some quaint British euphemism for murder? Thought Sarah erratically. No, he said it was used in the nursery. She must stop allowing Elma to recite all those tales of murder and mayhem. They were playing with Sarah’s mind. Of course some powerful lord was not going to up and murder her in broad daylight in the middle of his home! The question now was, what did he have planned?
Strolling to the tray, he picked up the large ginger root. Using the paring knife, he slowly dug past the root’s tough bark exterior to expose the soft, sinew beneath. The air was filled with an aromatic spicy scent. She watched in silence as he carved the root into what looked like a long, thick finger. Placing the knife on the tray, Pierce approached her, still holding the large piece of ginger root.
“Place your forehead on the pillow and arch your bottom into the air,” he ordered.
“What…what are you going to do with…with that?” she asked tremulously, gesturing to the ginger root with head. Her arms still secured behind her back.
Holding up the root for her inspection, he stated, “I am going to place it up your bottom.”
Sarah lowered her hips till her bottom hit the floor in a protective move. “I don’t want that up my bottom,” she cried out.
“You have no choice. It is part of your punishment.”
“No! No! I don’t want to play this game,” she whined.
“This is no game, Sarah. It longed stopped being a game with you,” he darkly intoned.
Grabbing her by the back of the neck, Pierce forced her head down on to the pillow. Her hips were still twisted to the side. “Raise up your bottom or get another spanking,” he warned. With a sob, Sarah raised her hi
ps till she was kneeling with her face on the floor. Pierce gave her bottom a quick slap. Sarah cried out but raised her bottom nonetheless.
Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she felt him pull open her bottom cheeks. Holding them open with one strong hand at the top of the cleft. Placing the tip of the ginger root against her puckered hole, Pierce watched as the sensitive hole clenched tight, turning slightly white around the edges in her effort to thwart him. It would not work. Rolling the tip over her skin, coating the ridge of her anus ring with the clear, glistening juice from the ginger.
“Why are you being punished, Sarah?”
“Because I went on another assignment,” she sniffed.
“Why are you being punished, Sarah?” he asked more firmly.
After a moment to think, Sarah quietly responded, “Because I was undressed in front of another man.”
“And?”
“And I disobeyed you by not coming here.”
“So you were a very naughty girl.”
“Yes.”
“Say it. I was a naughty girl who disobeyed.”
“I…was…a…a…naughty girl…who disobeyed,” she choked out through her tears and distress.
“Ask for your punishment.”
“Oh please don’t make me do that,” she whined.
“Ask for your punishment, the proper way,” he insisted.
“May I be punished…my lord?” she whispered.
“Louder!”
“Punish me, my lord! Punish me!” she screamed.
Pierce forced the cold ginger root tip into her bottom. Pushing it past the resisting ring of muscle. Watching as the pink, puckered skin turned to a smooth white as it strained to open for the thick width of the root. Her tiny hole opened under the force. The slick root slid in. It was only slightly wider than his thumb but twice as long. He wanted to make sure it lodged deep in her bottom. Pulling back slowly, he pushed forward again, watching her bottom hole twitch and shudder under the assault.
At first, she was uncomfortable with the cold wet feeling of something resting against her skin. Then he began to push it inside of her. It felt foreign and wrong. She clutched and strained to keep her bottom closed, but it was useless. The offensive object kept moving deeper inside of her. It felt worse than when he put his thumb back there. The deeper he pushed it in the more it hurt. The stranger it felt.
Then the stinging started.
At first, it was just a prickling feeling. Then another. Then the prickling feeling became more intense. Now it was stinging, red hot stings.
“Ow! Ow! Oh god! Something is wrong! It burns! It burns! Take it out!” called out Sarah as she tried to rise. Her fingers uselessly twisting and writhing against her bonds.
Pierce placed a warning hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her prone. “It is supposed to sting, that is part of the punishment.”
Every time it stung her poor bottom hole clenched from the pain which only seemed to make the stinging worse. It felt like her body was on fire, from the inside.
“I can’t stand it! Please!” she begged as her bottom bounced up and down, desperately trying to escape the burning pain.
Pierce’s only response was to push the root in deeper. Finally, her tight ring closed over the groove he created at the top of the “finger”, anchoring the root inside her.
“It burns!” sobbed Sarah.
The skin around her puckered entrance turned a deep pink from the burning irritation of the ginger root.
“Do you want me to take it out?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god! Take it out!”
“I didn’t hear a respectful tone.”
“Please, my lord. Please!”
“Sit up on your haunches,” he commanded.
Sarah sat back on her knees, grimacing when the movement caused a fresh round of burning stings deep inside her bum.
Pierce moved to stand over her. Leisurely, one by one, he undid the buttons at his trousers.
Shimmying back and forth on her heels, the burning intensified. “Take it out,” she wailed.
Pierce fisted his cock as he pulled it free from the fabric restraints. Slowly stroking his length, he looked down at Sarah’s open mouth. Her lips were swollen, bruised a rich, dark pink from her biting down on them in her pain.
“First, you are going to open that pretty mouth of yours nice and wide and take my cock in.”
Sarah was confused. Did men and woman do such things? His member in her mouth? She couldn’t do it. It seemed wrong. In her distress, she clenched down on the root in her bottom. The stinging burn was unbearable.
“I don’t understand.”
Stepping closer, he used his hand to guide the head of his cock over her bottom lip before tracing her top lip, leaving the creamy evidence of his arousal coating her mouth.
“Do you know how I put my cock in your sweet cunny?” At Sarah’s embarrassed nod, he continued, “I am going to do that same thing to your mouth. It is called fucking. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
“I don’t want you to fuck my mouth,” she whimpered. The tears falling down her cheeks.
“You have no choice if you want me to remove the ginger from your bottom hole.”
Sarah grimaced as another wave of scorching torment sent shocks up her spine.
“Now open your mouth like a good girl.”
Sarah reluctantly opened her lips.
“Wider.”
She opened her mouth wider. Closing her eyes and whimpering when she felt the large, bulbous head push past. It was not like his tongue when he kissed her. The head of his cock filled her mouth. Her tongue was smashed to the bottom against her teeth. He slid in farther, the shaft forcing her mouth open even farther. Her lips felt stretched and sore as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Still he pressed farther.
Sarah started to gag as the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat. In fear, her bottom clenched. Squeezing the offensive root only released more of its painful juice into her tight passage. The soft tender skin no match for the harsh astringent burn. She screamed in pain. Her throat opening further, Pierce thrust, pushing past her strong throat muscles to slide deep. Grabbing her by the back of the head with one hand and under her jaw with the other, Pierce began to move his hips.
Sliding his cock in and out of her unwilling throat. The dragging of her teeth along his staff no match for its sinewy strength. The mild bite of pain only spurred him on. He could feel her tongue as it moved along the sensitive underside. How her mouth was warm and wet. The back of her throat narrowing, putting just enough pressure on the head to make Pierce moan as he forced it in. Each time his rigid shaft pushed its way down her throat she choked and screamed, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock, especially knowing with each tortured scream she felt an increasing burn deep inside her bottom.
Releasing her head with one hand, Pierce reached over to the table, picking up the small camera, easily palming it in his large hand.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Sarah raised her glittering eyes at his command. Watching as her eyes slowly widened, Pierce relentlessly pushed his hips forward, burying his thick cock in her small, unprepared throat. Watching her mouth stretch and strain around his girth. Watching as her pert nose was tickled by the dark hair over his bullocks as he compelled her to swallow him to the hilt. The moment she had taken his full shaft down her throat with her nose buried in his abdomen, Pierce released the shutter, knowing this would be one photograph he would truly treasure above all others. He thrust a few more times before warning her.
“I am going to cum in your mouth. I want you to keep all my cream on your tongue. Do you understand me?”
Sarah could only look up at him with tortured eyes. Her mouth filled with his cock. Her bottom so sore she was afraid to move lest she cause herself more harm.
“I will take that as assent.”
Pierce laid the camera aside and fisted his cock at the base. He didn’t want to ruin her
mouth for future play by fucking her too hard. His fingers around the widest part of the shaft, would protect her from him thrusting too hard or deep. Moving his hips in an ever-increasing rhythm, Pierce violated her mouth. Paying no attention to her whimpers of fear, he moved his shaft over her tongue and down her sore throat at a swift pace. He could feel his release build. Felt his abdomen tighten. His balls grew heavy. Finally, with a roar, he released his seed onto her waiting tongue.
Sarah grimaced the moment the warm, salty liquid hit her mouth. Her first instinct was to spit it out but she knew that would only lead to more punishment. She wanted to plead once again with him to remove the torturous ginger root from her bottom but she couldn’t unless she dared swallow some of his cream.
Placing his now sated member back in his trousers, Pierce went down on both knees to her side. Reaching beneath her nether cheeks, he slowly pulled the ginger root free.
Sarah gave a sigh of relief. Her bottom still burned but at least there was not the stretching awful filled feeling of the root pressed deep up her bum. Pierce placed two fingers into her mouth, scooping up his cream. Positioning himself behind her, he rubbed those two fingers over her tormented hole.
“There, my love. I’ll make it all better.”
The cream from his body relieved the harsh sting from the ginger juice. Sarah’s cheeks burned at the intimate gesture.
“Do you want more of my cream on your bottom hole?”
Sarah shook her head vigorously not wanting him to put his fingers back in her mouth after touching her there.
“Very well, you may swallow then.”
Sarah’s face scrunched up at the thought but she obeyed, swallowing the warm cream down her bruised throat.
Pierce released her binds. Sarah immediately brought her arms forward, rubbing her wrists. Pulling her to a standing position, but still supporting her by her shoulders, Pierce told Sarah, “I want you to go lay down on your back on the edge of the bed.”
“I don’t want to be punished anymore,” she hoarsely whimpered.
Pierce gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “This is your reward for being such a good girl and taking your punishment,” he soothed. “I’m going to put a nice cool cloth on your sore bottom hole and cunny and then I’m going to kiss it and make it all better.”
