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 was really going to beat me with a belt. The thought shocked me out of my rage. Had I really been a bad enough wife for the man who I’d fallen in love with ten years ago to want to beat my ass with a belt? The fights and arguments throughout our marriage flashed through my eyes, and I realized that I had turned into a woman who completely mistreated her husband. Maybe I did deserve to be beaten. Maybe discipline was overdue.

  I unzipped my size nine dress and wiggled out of it. I pulled down my panties and went to unclasp my bra, letting my full C-cup breasts free. I didn’t remember the last time I’d been completely nude in my living room and the cool air gave me a chill, making my nipples perk up. I walked over to Richard and bent over his knees.

  “Please Richard, punish me for being a bad wife. I deserve a spanking.”

  It was hard to say it, but as soon as the words passed my lips, I knew that they were true. If I were anyone other than his wife, Richard would have stopped talking to me or punched me a long time ago. He had always let my behavior slide because he loved me, but I had pushed him too far this time. This kind man had resorted to the only thing he knew worked, corporal punishment.

  I heard the belt whistle through the air towards my ass. My entire body tensed as I prepared myself for the oncoming blow. The belt cracked against my ass as I screamed. Pain shot through me as I gripped the carpet below me. Another blow fell on my tender skin and another scream rang out in our suburban home. More tears began to fall down my cheek as Richard continued his punishment.

  “Please stop! Richard, I’ll be good! I promise!”

  My pleas fell on deaf ears as the fourth crack on my ass felt as if he’d lit a fire. Five. Six. Seven. Every blow was worse than the last.

  My ass was in agony, and I had no idea how long he would continue the beating. Eight. Nine. My screams had lost all meaning. I no longer pled for release or mercy. I simply tried to hide inside of myself as his belt put my body in its place. I knew that I would not push him again and that I never wanted to see him this angry again. On the tenth blazing strike, he released me and I crumpled into a heap at his feet.

  I don’t know how long I lay on the floor at his feet before he picked me up and laid me in bed. I cried myself to sleep in despair. I had no idea how much more punishment I could take. I would be good for him from now on.

  Book Four: Chapter 2

  A New Way

  “Wake up Nadine.”

  Richard was looming over me, naked and carrying his belt.

  “Please, Richard! I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just don’t spank me anymore!”

  I began to weep again as the memory of my beating played through my mind.

  He set the belt on the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to me.

  “The belt is there if you’re bad. You’re not going to be bad anymore, are you?”

  “No sir! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want me to do. I’ll be a good wife.”

  My resistance had evaporated after my first real punishment.

  “Then I expect you to begin following my instructions much more carefully,” he said.

  “I will! I won’t make you mad anymore.”

  “I wasn’t finished. You will not interrupt anymore. It’s disrespectful. As I was saying, you’ll be cooking and cleaning. The shopping trips will only happen once every two weeks, and you’ll have a very strict budget. I’d like to retire eventually, and that won’t happen if you keep spending all the money on frivolous things.”

  “More importantly, though, you’ll try to please me sexually as often as possible. You’ve been a prude for our entire marriage, and that’s not going to work anymore. You will fill my needs, and if you can’t do that, I’ll find another woman.”

  “I don’t care how sick or perverse you think I’m being, you will try your hardest to fulfill them. In other words, you’ll fuck and suck however I decide. ‘No’ is no longer part of your vocabulary. If you disagree with anything I’ve said, you should leave now because this is going to be the way the rest of our marriage works.”

  I sat up and looked at my husband. I could see the rage in his eyes, but there was something behind it. His shoulders slumped as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He had wanted to fix our marriage for a long time but had simply held everything in. He’d tried, and I’d fucked it all up. This was my fault, and he certainly was a good man. I’d just been a cunt to him for too long.

  With a deep breath, I said, “Richard, I’ll do as you say. I want to be a better wife for you and want you to be happy. You’ve done a lot for me for a long time. I think it’s probably time for me to return the care and compassion you’ve had for me.”

  He nodded before saying, “Then you’re going to do something I’ve wanted for a long time. Lay on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.”

  I was confused by his request but did as he commanded. Why would he want my head over the bed if he wanted to have sex with me? I quickly got my answer as he put his soft member in my mouth.

  “Suck my cock,” was all he said before grabbing full handfuls of my breasts with a fierceness I’d never seen from him.

  My mouth closed around his girth, and he swelled in my mouth. He hadn’t wanted release twice in a day since our honeymoon. Or maybe he did, and I just hadn’t cared. He slowly began to pump into my mouth, trying to gently push himself down my throat. I began to gag as he pinched my rock hard nipples, but even as gentle as he was being, he was relentless in his pursuit. I’d never taken him into my throat before, but I was sure that before he was done with me, I’d be swallowing his full 7 inches.

  He started to become frustrated at how little of his cock he was able to push into me, and began being more forceful. He held my head and instead of thrusting, he simply pushed. I felt more and more pressure on the back of my throat as he forced himself past my tonsils. I gagged and my body contorted as he cut off all of my air.

  I could feel my stomach begin cramping as it desperately tried to push the intruding cock out of my throat, but Richard simply sighed in satisfaction as I felt his pubic bone press up against my lips.

  One of his hands went to my pussy. As the finger entered me, I realized just how wet I was at his forceful entrance down my throat. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and I began to cough up slimy fluid that ran down my face and into my long hair. I kept coughing as his fingers continued to go in and out of my soaking pussy. His other hand went to his cock as he began to stroke it over my face, dripping more slime onto my face. I had to close my eyes to keep the fluid from falling in my eyes, but when I finished coughing, I began to moan. This strange feeling of serving my husband’s needs had my body falling deeper and deeper into lust.

  He squatted down lower and began to rub his balls over my face, smearing the slime over me. All the while, those fingers continued to stroke my ever increasing need for higher levels. He repositioned his cock to invade my mouth once again. This time, my throat welcomed his assault, and I quickly swallowed him down. He began to pound my no longer virgin throat, reveling in the slime that flowed past his cock and onto his balls. I continued to gag, massaging his cock with my tight throat.

  Suddenly, I felt the electricity flowing from my cunt overwhelm me in a single world-stopping orgasm. I screamed into the cock that was gagging me, but Richard only fucked me harder. It didn’t take long before he pulled out and rested his balls on my lips, and I licked them furiously as he began to moan. His cum squirted all over my breasts in wave after wave of pleasure.

  He stood up and left me hanging over the bed. I was lost in a confused daze as I gasped for breath. My throat was aching from the abuse, but I had just cum from being used like a cheap whore. My husband had just fucked my mouth without a single regard for my well-being. What kind of a man would do this? What kind of woman was I to have had the biggest orgasm in the last ten years while having my throat ravaged? Maybe this could be a good change…

  Richard came back with a towel, but bef
ore he cleaned me off, I could hear him take pictures. At the thought of him recording my filthy whore body for later, my pussy began to throb. I wanted him to use me more. I wanted to be covered in his cum. My hands began to massage my cum covered breasts, enjoying the sticky proof of his satisfaction.

  He began to clean my face and hair with the towel, gently wiping away the evidence of his use of my body.

  I opened my eyes and said with a smile, “Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoy yourself like that more often.”

  He seemed tired and worn out from our earlier conflicts and after his sexual release, he seemed exhausted. I’m sure that he had stressed about the way he had hurt me while I slept. I understood now why he had to hurt me, and I know that he was not sorry for doing it. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t sad that he had to do it.

  “I will be doing that a lot more. For now, you should probably hop in the shower. I left quite a mess on you.”

  He almost seemed to blush at his mention of leaving a mess on me. It didn’t bother me at this point. I had just had an amazing orgasm, and my husband was truly pleased with me. It was strange how only a few hours ago we had both been unhappy. I’d tried to remedy it through shop-therapy, and he had simply bottled it all up. Now he seemed relaxed, though embarrassed, and I was almost jubilant.

  I went to the bathroom to shower, but before getting into the water, I looked into the mirror to see the mess that stared back at myself. My hair was still covered in slime, and my makeup had run everywhere from the tears that had been constant throughout the day. Yet, life seemed to burn in the eyes that had seemed almost hollow for so long. My husband wanted me, and I knew exactly how to please him. If I did something wrong, he would correct me. I wouldn’t have to try to understand how his silly man-brain worked anymore. Yes, my body hurt, but that was nothing compared to the healed soul-sucking pain that had plagued our marriage since the beginning.

  I got into the shower and cleaned the filth from my body. Thoughts of the day still danced in my head as I hurried to finish as quickly as possible. I wanted to get to dinner so that I could make homemade shrimp alfredo.

  It was my husband’s favorite, and I hadn’t made it since his birthday. I got out of the shower and quickly toweled off. I went to the living room to find my husband had folded them nicely while I napped. Now that I thought about it, he’d folded and hung up many outfits I’d thrown on the ground throughout our marriage, and I had never thanked him a single time.

  I put the clothes back on so that I could go to the store, but before I left, I went back to the bedroom to find Richard snoring lightly. He had a smile on his face, and without waking him, I kissed him lightly on the forehead. The drive to the store was short, but it was already 4:30. I almost ran through the grocery store for the few things I needed for dinner. Richard wouldn’t stay asleep for very long. He was never the extended napper that I’ve always been.

  I got started cooking as soon as I got home. Richard came into the kitchen when the alfredo and noodles were almost done, still wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

  “Wow, that smells amazing Nadine. What inspired you to make alfredo?”

  “Oh, just some new experiences. That’s all,” I said with a flirty smile.

  We sat down to eat in silence as normal, but after only a few bites, Richard said, “How do you feel about the new arrangements? I know you weren’t happy to begin with, but it seems like you’ve changed your mind.”

  I set my fork down and looked at Richard, noting how steadily he looked into my eyes.

  “You’re right. I was very upset when we had the argument today. I didn’t have time to let everything sink in before I was already being punished.”

  I took a deep breath. It was easy to comment on the simple idea that I didn’t like to be spanked. It was much more difficult to explain my desire to please him and how everything had changed when I’d cum for him.

  “I don’t like being punished.”

  My eyes were closed as I began to let the words flow without filtering them.

  “But I like how simple things are now. I tried to understand what made you happy and what upset you for years, and I couldn’t ever figure out how to make you smile or how to fix our marriage. Now I don’t have to worry because if you are upset with me, you’ll let me know with your belt what I’ve done wrong, and you’ll show me how to fix it.”

  “I want you to want me. I always have, and I always will. Today, you wanted me. It was a filthy and animalistic want, but it was so much better than anything we’ve had for so long. I would gladly let you use me any way you want if I could feel like that again.”

  I opened my eyes to see Richard staring straight at me, his eyes peering into my soul as he listened with full attention. We hadn’t had a conversation like this in years. I was always playing on my phone, and he was always drifting somewhere else, his mind working on business or a project he had going.

  “Then finish your food and get undressed. I want you in doggy-style on the bed. I’m going to take your ass tonight.”

  With that simple, yet terror-inducing command, he went back to his alfredo. I focused on my food, letting the fear wash through me. He had wanted to fuck my ass for years and I’d always been adamantly against it. It was a dirty and painful act, but that didn’t worry me now. It was no filthier than having my face fucked. It was going to be painful, but not nearly as painful as being beaten with a belt. I shouldn’t have been afraid, but I was. I was terrified, but I resolved that it wouldn’t stop me from taking his cock deep in my ass.

  I finished my food and walked to the room to undress. My dress dropped down to the floor and was quickly accompanied by my bra and panties. I climbed onto the king-sized bed and got into position. My body trembled at the thought of his cock stretching my virgin ass, but my pussy was soaking wet thinking of filling his needs.

  Richard walked into the room and went to the dresser to get my vibrator.

  “Use this. It’ll help with the pain. I would rather that you didn’t hurt, but I’m going to fuck your ass whether it hurts or not.”

  I turned on the purple plastic vibrator and pressed it to my clit, enjoying the electricity flowing from my cunt into my stomach. I let out a small moan as I heard a flip-top bottle open. The sound of his hand stroking his cock turned me on even more as the terrified anticipation turned to lustful anticipation. I was a virgin getting ready to experience the joy of sex, and every inch of my body wanted to feel him inside me.

  He positioned himself behind me on the bed and slowly ran his cock head up and down my asscrack, and my body went wild. I had no idea that my asshole was such a sensitive spot. He slowly began to put more pressure against my ass. I buried my head in the pillow as I felt him enter me. It hurt, but not as bad as I had thought. I tried to relax, to let him inside, but my body didn’t want to respond to my requests.

  His hand came down hard on my ass, and it shocked me.

  “Relax your asshole Nadine. If you don’t relax, I’m going to force it in, and that’s going to hurt a lot more.”

  I took a deep breath and he pushed harder against my ass. I moaned as I felt him fill my back passage. It felt so much better than I’d thought. He gently began to thrust in and out. His hands gripped my hips forcefully as he forced his cock into me, and I felt his balls slap against my pussy lips. My body was going crazy as it fell deeper into ecstasy while Richard used my body to fulfill his filthy desires. Richard began to really pound my ass, and I couldn’t believe how filled I felt, but I wanted more. My pussy wanted something inside it.

  I dropped the whirring vibrator and pushed a finger into my begging cunt. I could feel his cock moving through my pussy walls and I fell into an electric orgasm, my pussy and ass contracting repeatedly around my finger and Richard’s cock. It drove Richard to higher levels of animalistic desire and his thrusts became manic as he left fingerprint bruises on my hips. My finger pushed hard against my pussy wall, making my ass even tighter. This was pure bliss, but Richard h
ad other plans.

  He pulled his cock out of my ass and picked up the vibrator. He put it into my cunt and said, “Keep it there,” before shoving his cock back into my ass. The vibrations flowing through my fully stuffed body sent me over the edge, and I came around his cock, screaming in pure ecstasy. He wasn’t done and began to spank my already bruised ass. It had hurt so badly earlier, but now that I was floating through the seas of lust, it just sent me higher. I couldn’t quit cumming as he fucked me senseless. My body wasn’t mine to control anymore as the electricity ran through my body.

  I was simply a screaming and moaning mound of flesh for Richard to use. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass as my once-virgin passage massaged him as I came once again. It was too much for him, and he shot his load deep into me.

  He simply laid on top of me, his body weight calming my ecstasy induced fervor, and I let out a sigh of complete satisfaction. How could I have been against this? My irrationally scared mind had kept me from this pleasure for so long, but I would never again let it get in the way of my pleasure. I closed my eyes and fell asleep with my husband still inside my ass.