7 Erotica Short Stories: Pleasures in Pain, Punishment, and Submission: (7 Story BDSM Anthology, Bare Bottom Spanking, Submissive Training, Domination and Submission, Domestic Discipline)

by Lexie Syrah

  He stuttered as he said, “That’ll be $24.11, ma’am.”

  I handed him the $30 and took the food before trying my best to imitate a pornstar by saying, “If you want more of a tip, you can come inside.”

  He didn’t seem to know what to do, so I gently clasped his hand and led him inside before closing the door. I knelt down and took off my robe, exposing my filth covered body, and undid his pants. He stood in shock while I pulled his pants down around his ankles though his dick was anything but shocked as it stood at attention, beckoning my lips to it. I quickly inhaled his 5” cock, swallowing it deep into my throat before giving this delivery boy a typical blowjob. I reached up to cup his balls. They were tensing up and before he shot his load in my mouth, I pulled his cock out and jacked him off onto my chest. His warm cum covered my tits, and I reached two of my cum covered fingers to my mouth, tasting him.

  “Thank you for that. You should probably go, though, my husband is expecting his food.”

  My devilish smile sent him packing with a crazy tale to tell his co-workers. He would definitely make this his first stop the next time that we ordered though I didn’t know whether he would get the same special treatment next time.

  I brought the food into the living room where Paul was seated. He could see the fresh cum covering my tits and knew what had taken place.

  “So would you like to have your spanking now or later? It’s up to you since you were a real whore and sucked his dick like a proper slut.”

  “I would prefer it now, Sir. I would like to enjoy the rest of the night without having to think about it.”

  “Then lay on your back on the floor with your legs spread wide. Last night you got your ass spanked. Tonight you’ll get your pussy spanked.”

  I began to cry as I fell to my knees. I couldn’t imagine taking the same kind of beating on my pussy that I’d taken on my ass yesterday.

  “Please sir, I can’t handle this type of pain. Please, sir.”

  I felt like my stomach was doing backflips as he ignored my pleas.

  “I’m a real slut. I can take the pain for him. I can’t let pain keep me from being his.”

  I just kept repeating this to myself, not sure if it was out loud or silently, as I laid down on my back and sobbed uncontrollably. I spread my legs and opened my cunt for him to abuse with. I closed my eyes as I heard him get his belt.

  “Your cheating little cunt is the reason you’re in this situation. If she had behaved, we’d be eating dinner, and you wouldn’t look like a whore. If she were a good cunt that didn’t make you run to any dick that will take her, you wouldn’t be waiting for me to beat you. This little cunt needs to be punished.”

  With that said, time slowed down as I heard the belt whistle through the air and slash down, just touching the edge of my right pussy lip. My body curled into a ball at the pain from it, but Paul repositioned me for another swat. The belt came down again, this time just nicking my left pussy lip. I managed to scream quietly this time. The third time that the belt came down on me, he hit me dead-center on the pussy, lighting my entire body on fire. I couldn’t imagine a pain worse than this, and though I tried to scream, no sound came out.

  I waited for him to reposition me for more, but it seemed as though he was done with the discipline for the night. Even when the initial burn had subsided, my cunt ached all the way into my stomach. I didn’t feel as though I could move, but Paul picked me up and laid me down on the couch. He sat next to me as I tried not to vomit from the pain and ran his hands through my hair, calming me.

  “You did well slut. If you continue to do this well, I’ll let you continue to be my slut. Now, just relax and we can eat our Chinese dinner to a movie.”

  His hands felt incredible as he soothed the burning fire that ran through me, leaving me with just an ache that would remind me for several days of what would happen if he ever desired to really discipline me again.

  Paul put on a movie and ate his food while I only lay on the couch, thankful for his touch. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, his hand guiding me, I dreamt of chains, collars, and sex, so much sex.

  Book Three

  MORE PUNISHMENT FOR HIS CHEATING WIFE

  Book Three: Chapter 1

  The Embrace

  I woke up naked with my back on the floor and my hands and feet leashed to the bedpost. Paul must have moved me last night after I’d passed out in his lap. I blinked my eyes and felt the crusty drool and cum flake off and fall to the floor. I stretched my aching muscles and winced when I felt the ache in my already wet pussy from where my husband had spanked it last night. Paul’s soft snores were the only sound breaking the silence in our dark room as my hand crept down to my swollen clit. I had barely woken up, and my body was controlling itself as my mind tried to clear the fog of sleep. I reached a finger into my cunt to rub my silky smooth fluids onto my needy clit.

  Visions of yesterday flashed through my mind, and my fingers sped up, sending shooting pain into my stomach followed by electric ecstasy. I closed my eyes and clearly saw myself kneeling in front of Paul and sucking his dirty toes into my mouth. The vision combined with the constant feeling of filth that I was currently covered in brought me higher, ever closer to that edge that I longed to fly over. The visions changed to having my ass beaten that first night. I could still feel the aching bruises on my ass as I ground my fingers deep into my pussy.

  The final vision was that of spreading my legs for my Master and husband Paul, knowing that I was offering my most tender parts for him to abuse, to wound, to torture. My consciousness was petrified from fear of the pain, but my subconscious spread my legs, knowing that I needed it, that I deserved my punishment. With every flash of the belt that went through my mind, my hand moved my cunt ever closer to that edge. The vision played on repeat as I tried to go over the edge, but I never could quite make it over.

  “What are you thinking about, my filthy slut?”

  Paul, who had been sleeping when I started touching myself, was standing over me, his beautiful and ravenous cock dangling over my face.

  “I was thinking about yesterday, about how you controlled me and punished me, Sir. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

  My hand was still grinding itself into my clit, trying its best to push me over the edge. My cunt was a hungry bitch that needed a release.

  “Then move your hand and I’ll help you to get your release.”

  I reluctantly moved my hand away, and he knelt down beside me. Suddenly his strong hand slapped my thigh, leaving fingerprint marks that would later turn into bruises. The pain wasn’t as great as other punishments I’d had in the last 48 hours, but it still stung enough to push me just a bit closer to the enormous cum that was welling up inside of me.

  “Please Sir, use me! I need to feel like your slut!”

  I begged Paul, and he turned to smile a sadistic grin at me. One hand went to my face and the other to my hungry cunt. Three fingers stretched my cunt as two went down my throat. His fingers spreading and moving in both holes. My pussy tried to push his fingers out with every gag, but they were immovable. I felt like I had to vomit, but there was nothing in my stomach, and so all that came up was throat slime. He pulled his fingers out of my throat and slapped me hard across the face. The sound resonated in the almost silent room.

  “Now slut, I’m about to put my cock in your cunt. You had better gush for me or I’m going to stop using you, and you’ll go the rest of the day without cumming.”

  The thought of being unable to cum when he was going to use me like a filthy whore all day terrified me. I closed my eyes, focusing entirely on the sensations surrounding my body as he removed his hand from my pussy. He climbed on top of my body, spreading my leashed legs wide and picked up my hips. With a single thrust, he filled me completely, his cock slamming deep into the back of my cunt.

  The pain and pleasure were a perfect mix as I began to convulse around him. He reached to my arms and held them to my chest with a vice-like grip. I struggle
d without success as he forced himself into me over and over again. I could feel every flex of his cock as he ravaged my fuck hole.

  “Do you feel my cock stretching out that swollen cunt?”

  My entire body jolted with every thrust, and I could feel my back being rubbed raw on the carpet.

  “Yes!”

  I screamed, my voice echoing around me. His cock kept pounding me. My pussy was convulsing around him, and waves of flame rose out of my abused pussy, filling every inch of my being and I lay still in complete pain until the soothing rush of orgasm flood my cunt, putting out the fires of pain and filling me instead with bliss as my pussy tried to push his cock out of me as wave after wave of my juices flowed out of me and splashed onto his pulsing cock. My body simply stopped functioning as the waves subsided, and my consciousness drifted to somewhere else, high on the orgasmic feelings that continued to pulse slowly from my cunt.

  Paul quickly pulled his dripping cock from my slit and released his hold on me only to kneel over my face, his asshole resting right over my mouth.

  “Lick my ass, slut.”

  His voice seemed to control my body as I craned my neck up to begin to tongue fuck his ass. I could hear him stroking his cock, using my juices as lube. I spread his cheeks apart and licked, fucked, and kissed his ass, tasting my cum that had run down to his asshole. His strokes were getting faster, obviously enjoying my tongue.

  “That’s it, slut, taste my ass, you filthy fucking whore.”

  His ass ground down on my face as he stroked himself to climax, covering my breasts and stomach in yet another layer of cum. He repositioned himself so that he could peer into my nearly comatose eyes before untying me from the bed. My cum-covered nipples were still hard as the cum ran down them and onto my sides, leaving trails that would soon dry and stay on my filth covered body as just another reminder of the times that he had tortured me into the darkest and most satisfying orgasms of my life.

  “Get up whore, it’s time for you to go to the bathroom and then make my breakfast while I take a shower. I want a ham omelet,” he said as he walked to the bathroom, leaving me lying on the floor.

  I pulled myself up and realized that my bladder was about to explode. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself.

  When I stood up, I looked into the mirror again. I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. The makeup that I’d worn two days ago was almost entirely gone, lost in the tears and drool that had repeatedly run down my face. The only remnants were a few smudges around my nose and at the bottom of my cheeks. My hair was a tangled mass of knots, the perfect handhold for my husband and owner to fuck me senseless. My breasts and stomach were covered in little white trails of what looked to be icing.

  The thought made me smile for the first time since beginning my punishment. In my last life that had ended two days ago, I would have been disgusted at the sight of the little cum trails that covered my body, but now they made me blissfully happy. They represented everything that had changed, and for the first time I thought back to David, the man I had cheated on my husband with, and realized that I would never cheat on Paul again. I would never need another man to fuck me when I had such a strong and powerful man like Paul to take my cunt to its highest levels of ecstasy. I didn’t want this punishment period to ever end. I wanted him to use me like a whore until the day I died.

  With those thoughts running through my mind, I went to make my owner his breakfast. I’d made this breakfast so many times for Paul that I didn’t even have to think about what I was doing. All I could think of was how to better serve him.

  For the first time in my life, I felt not lust, not infatuation, not happiness, but love, and it was a very strange feeling. It was almost as though the orgasm that had flowed through my body was still happening, like swimming in a soothing mountain pool. My filth covered body was radiating a joy that I’d never experienced, and my mind was simply at ease. I knew that I would be punished and humiliated for the rest of the day. The pain would flow through my body, and I would be ashamed of the actions I would do, but I welcomed them instead of fearing them like I had yesterday. They made Paul happy, and that was all that I desired.

  Paul came into the kitchen to check on me as I put the omelets on the plates. I brought the plates to the table, and Paul sat down in his chair before picking up my plate and sliding the omelet onto the floor at his feet.

  “You’ll eat off the floor this morning. I don’t want to see your filth while I eat. And you don’t need silverware. You act and smell like an animal, so you can eat like an animal.”

  His words cut me to the core. My body turned red in shame at how he thought of me, but I did as commanded and got down on my hands and knees at his feet, picking up my omelet from the floor. I saw the dirt on the floor clinging to the bottom of it but took bites of it regardless. If my master desired that I eat off the floor, I would without disagreement.

  When I finished my food, I wasn’t sure what I should do. I hadn’t been told to do anything, but naturally, I felt like I should do something to pleasure my master. I bent down to his feet and began to softly lick the tops of his feet. He didn’t tell me to stop, and so I slowly began to work my way down to his toes, gently licking between them. Cleaning his feet and showing my submission to him turned me on in a very strange, new way. It didn’t start in my pussy like every other time in my life.

  The feelings started in my chest and radiated outward, slowly filling my body with a soft glow of warmth instead of the blazing heat of lust that filled me whenever he used me. As I silently picked his feet up and sucked on his toe, I could hear him softly moan. He was pleased with my offering, and I was overjoyed though I didn’t display the emotions.

  Softly, Paul’s voice came from above me as he said, “That’s enough slut. It felt very good, and I’m proud of you for taking the initiative to please me, but I have other ways for you to satiate my desires today. Get out from under the table. We’re going to the woods behind the house for some more fun.”

  I crawled out from under the table and stood up, happy to have pleased Paul. I would have to remember to follow my submissive nature from now on. Paul held my hand and led me to the garage where he got a large section of thick hemp rope from one of the many shelves that lined the garage that Paul had converted into a shop. He handed the rope to me. I could feel the weight and texture of the rough rope, and questions of what he would do with it began to run through my mind.

  “Is he going to tie me up? Why is he doing it outside?”

  The questions ran through my mind quickly, but the thoughts of the likely pain that I would be experiencing lingered, growing roots of fear and excitement before sprouting into full-blown desire. Unlike yesterday, I did not want to beg him to have pity on me. I wanted him to do his worst to me, to see me battered and broken and to see how much I was willing to endure to keep him.

  He led me across the lawn towards a large oak tree. My toes sunk into the soft loam of the yard, feeling the lush grass caressing my toes as I walked naked towards the tree. The boughs of the aged giant swayed across the sky as though trying to sweep the clouds away so that it could be reunited with the sun once again.

  “Hug the tree, slut. Your body needs to be tightly pressed against it, and your legs need to be spread.”

  Without waiting for a reply, he walked into the brush that surrounded the tree’s small sanctuary. I moved towards the tree’s trunk, acutely aware of what an oak tree felt like. Its bark was rough and jagged, my years of climbing these same trees as a child had resulted in many torn fingers and scratched knees. I hugged the tree, unable to reach my arms all the way around and waited for Paul to come back. The imagined feelings I had of the tree’s texture didn’t compare to the uncomfortable sensations that my body was nagging me about.

  Paul came back carrying a long willow switch. It was long, almost three feet long and about as thin as a pencil. The flexibility of the willow would mean that every strike would be like a whip rather than a
cane. This was going to be more pain that I’d ever experienced, and I was just glad that my pussy was pressed against the tree instead of being displayed to the vicious weapon. I didn’t think I would be able to take a pussy whipping with the switch.

  Paul set the switch down and got the rope. He made simple ties that Paul would be ashamed of now that he’s had more practice, but they were effective nonetheless. I was secured and every time I moved, the bark of the tree scratched all of the sensitive areas that were exposed to it.

  “Now slut, this is your final spanking for the weekend. It will also be the worst. I just want to prepare you for what’s coming.”

  With that said, he stepped back to get the switch. He extended it to slowly rub it against my ass, letting me feel the rough sandpaper bark of the willow. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the war that he would wage with my body. I had heard the switch whistle through the air before the stinging bite of it registered on my back, scraping the already sensitive skin.