by Bree Jandora
I nodded rapidly. “Yes," I inhaled, trying to make the tears stop, “sir."
“Good. Very good." He waited until I lowered my arms, then he put a hand around each of my wrists and pulled me forward as he walked backwards to sit on the bed, where he let go of my wrists.
I stood in front of him and watched his eyes go up and down my body like I was on display just for him. I licked my lips. The pain of the spanking felt good. My entire body was awake and alive, glowing with a mixture of pleasure and hurt, and the anticipation of what may come. A tiny voice inside my head said, ‘you should try to escape,’ but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was spellbound by the handsome stranger who lived in this nice, big house and commanded me to call him ‘sir.’
Christopher’s eyes drifted up to meet mine. “Take off your clothes.” He grinned and put both hands down on the bed to prop himself up. “Slowly. Everything but the panties.”
My chest heaved. Yes, I was indeed on display. Just for him. I looked in his eyes and started to undo the first button on my blouse when those blue eyes widened and he stood up, grabbing me by my hair, yanking my head back.
“What do we say?” He stared in my eyes.
I was too startled by this seemingly random action of his to know exactly what he meant, but somewhere inside I knew the answer. He’d just told me a minute ago. I managed to reply in a weak voice, “Yes, sir.”
He nodded, then let go of my hair and sat back down.
I gulped and undid my first button. I kept my eyes on his to gage his reaction as I slowly worked my way down the blouse. His eyes stayed on my hands. He let his mouth fall open, occasionally sliding his tongue across his plump lower lip.
When I got to the last button I pulled the blouse open to expose my naked breasts. He hunched forward with a painful expression on his face, like he was using all of his effort not to touch me. With my thumb, I gently nudged the blouse off of one shoulder, then the other. As delicately as possible, I shimmied, letting the blouse fall down my arms and onto the floor.
Christopher cleared his throat. “And now the skirt.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I reached behind my back with both hands to unzip the skirt. I tried to do it slowly, but as soon as the zipper was undone the skirt fell to the floor and landed at my feet in a heap.
I didn’t dare ask what to do next. I stood in front of him with my hands at my sides, awaiting further instruction. It was hard to keep a straight face as I watched him gawk at me with his mouth hanging open.
Why doesn’t he just throw me down on the bed right now?
The anticipation made my entire body stand at attention. I wanted him so fucking badly. He could do anything with me that he damn well pleased. I loved the feeling of being so exposed, standing there almost nude, following his orders. The hardest thing about standing there was trying not to reach into my panties to take care of that hungry ache he’d caused.
Finally, he reached forward to put his hands around my wrists again, holding them tight.
I took a step closer until our legs touched.
Without saying a word, he pulled my wrists down to his lap, forcing me to bend forward. When I did, he stuck out his tongue and licked one of my very erect nipples before taking it into his mouth.
I closed my eyes, moaning, trying to catch my breath. His velvety tongue ran circles around my nipple. Circles that made my pussy want him more than ever as I imagined that tongue running those same circles around my clit. After a while he let go of my nipple and moved to my other breast, making those wonderful circles again as he firmly clenched my wrists.
I gritted my teeth to try to keep myself from screaming.
Should I be enjoying this so much?
After an eternity of licking, he started to suck on my nipple, taking much of my breast into his mouth. I heard him moan as his sucking got more forceful, to the point where it almost hurt me.
I tossed my head back, screaming, when I felt his teeth against my skin. He bit me, but not too hard. He started lightly and bit down gradually until it hurt.
I screamed for approximately five seconds when he opened his mouth to free my breast.
Christopher let go of one of my wrists and reached behind me to slap the back of my thigh, hard. “Do I need to use the gag on you, Brooke?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Now, keep your fucking mouth shut.”
He took my wrist once again and went back to sucking and biting my nipple. I did everything I could to stop myself from screaming. I took deep breaths. I gritted my teeth. But still, sometimes the sound left my throat regardless of how I tried to stop it. It hurt. Each time I let a scream escape my lips, he reached behind me and gave my butt another loud swat.
My pussy was dripping wet. What would he do if I let myself fall forward to push him down on the bed? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The longing between my thighs seem to grow exponentially with each moment that passed. The feel of his teeth... his tongue... his lips... his firm hand smacking my ass.
I opened my mouth, unable to hold back the words. “Fuck me! Please fuck me!”
Instantly, Christopher let go of my wrists and stood up. He reached down to give my ass a very sharp slap that hurt more than the others he’d given me the past few minutes. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my face to look directly into his, deepening his already-masculine voice. “I’m in charge here. I make the rules.” He paused, staring in my eyes. “You do what I say. You understand?”
His commanding tone only strengthened my desire. “Yes, sir,” I answered, softly.
He held my head there and looked into my eyes for a few more seconds then, fast and without warning, he pushed me down on the bed, head first.
My nose smarted after hitting the soft comforter so abruptly. I felt him pull me back and forth by my waist. Then I realized, as his palm landed sharply against my bottom, that he needed to get me in the proper position. My pelvis rested against the comforter, but my legs stretched out haphazardly behind me. I felt my toes barely touching the floor.
Christopher chuckled. “You have a lot to learn, little girl.” He slapped my butt five times in a row, hurting me so much that I squirmed uncontrollably. “You came here for a spanking.” Another slap. “A spanking’s what you’ll get.” Slap! “Only bad little girls meet strangers online and go to their houses to get spanked.” Slap! “Do you know how stupid that is?” Slap! “Do you?”
I inhaled deeply to speak as I cried against the bed. “Yes, sir.”
“Well, I’m gonna make sure you learn your lesson good tonight.” Slap! “I don’t think you’ve been spanked enough.” Slap! “I might have years of bad behavior to correct.”
What followed was a more severe spanking than what he’d given me the first time. I wailed and beat my hands against the bed, and he only seemed to spank me harder. After a while he pulled my panties down, practically ripping them off, then spread my legs apart and applied painful swats all around my pussy.
It wasn’t long before I realized I was no longer wailing. The longing ache between my legs was back with a vengeance. His hand inflicted pain along my inner thighs, all the way up to my labia and back down. The closer he got to my pussy, the more I wanted him there.
I’d never felt such a fierce build-up of sexual tension before. The feel of his hand, the sound of each smack, the sensation it sent all the way from my clit to someplace deep within my pussy that needed a hard dick inside it... I had to do something or I might explode.
“Fuck me!” I screamed.
He paused. I could hear him breathing hard. “You’ve done it now.” Christopher gave the back of my thigh one violent slap, then I heard him unbuckling his belt. He put a hand on my back. “You get the belt now.”
I shrieked as the belt fell against my ass, but I couldn’t cry. It really didn’t even hurt that much. He had already warmed me up so much that the belt didn’t feel much different than his hand. I think I shrieked because I knew it was a belt. This was different
somehow. This was more severe, more sinister.
More pleasurable.
In the midst of having a complete stranger swing a belt at my naked ass, I had a moment of clarity.
This is stupid. You don’t know this guy. What if he tries to kill you? Or he keeps you locked up here in this house as a sex slave?
Well, it could be worse. I could be stuck in a relationship with a nice guy who always plays it safe, having boring, vanilla sex the rest of my life.
I choose sex slave.
I let myself scream openly as Christopher continued to swing the belt. For a second, my ex-boyfriend Joshua’s face popped into my mind. It made me feel terrible. Joshua was so sweet. He didn’t deserve me breaking up with him just because he couldn’t fulfill my spanking needs. My guilt made me more grateful for the spanking I was receiving... even though it didn’t really feel like a spanking anymore.
And then Christopher stopped swinging the belt and began to speak.
“Stay where you are and raise up on your toes,” he said.
“Yes, sir.” I dug my toes into the floor and straightened my legs, making my butt more prominent.
He spread my legs a little further apart, then reached under my stomach with his arm, using his hand to pull me up and make my backside stick even further up in the air.
That’s when I felt an odd, curious slap against my pussy lips.
“Oh!” I squealed.
He slapped my lips again.
“Uh!” I produced a shriek that was so high-pitched, it probably woke up every dog in the neighborhood. Whatever he was doing hurt, but it made my whole body shudder with excitement. I wanted more. “Please, sir, tell me what you’re doing?”
Another slap. “You learn quickly.” He laughed and gave me another slap that made my entire body jolt. “I’m spanking your pussy, Brooke. I’m using the end of my belt flat against your pussy to spank it.”
“Oh!” I screamed as I felt another smack. The words ‘spank’ and ‘pussy’ sounded like they belonged together when Christopher said them. And I knew for sure now that I loved to have my pussy spanked. I closed my eyes and, amidst squeals and pants for breath, enjoyed the way he spanked my pussy. Thinking the phrase ‘pussy spanking’ repeatedly in my mind as he did it turned me on even more. I could feel my juices flowing out like a river down my thighs to the comforter on top of his bed.
The belt landed against my swollen lips a few more times until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed, “You have to fuck me now!”
“No.”
“Please, sir? Please fuck me, sir? Please fuck me now, sir?”
He sighed, loudly. “I’m the one in charge here.”
Christopher left me there and walked to the other side of the room. I heard him opening a drawer. When he returned, he threw something down on the bed, then grabbed a large handful of my hair and guided me to a standing position.
Even the hair pulling doesn’t hurt anymore. What the hell’s wrong with me?
He sat down on the bed. “Stand there. Spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” I stood in front of him and inched my feet a little further apart.
He looked up into my eyes and stuck his hand out between my legs, slowly gliding it across my pussy.
I threw my head back, moaning.
He fondled my lips for a little while longer, then he put a few fingers inside me, penetrating me hard, like he was fucking me.
Again, I moaned. It felt like I’d waited desperately for this for years. I moved my hips against his hand, working his fingers in deeper. Those fingers felt so damn good inside me, especially when his wrist brushed against my clit.
And then, as abruptly as he started, he stopped.
“What?” I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
“On your knees,” he said, his tone and his eyes full of demand.
I sucked in a deep breath, feeling shy for some reason. “Yes, sir.” I knelt down between his legs, looking up in his light eyes, feeling the soft carpet against my knees.
He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his fingers inside my mouth. “Lick my fingers clean.”
I stared in his eyes and licked his fingers furiously, anxious to get this over with. Although my pussy may have tasted really good, it was a taste to which I was unaccustomed. I thought back to Joshua and how much he loved to taste me. Then I licked faster, trying to push that thought out of my mind. Why am I thinking about him so much tonight?
Christopher made me go on for a little while longer, twisting his fingers around inside my mouth. Then he took them out and reached down to his pants, unzipping them to pull out his cock. He gave me a half-smile and put his hand behind my head.
This time I received no verbal command. Instead, I received his cock in my mouth when he yanked me forward. I started out licking along his shaft as he jerked my head up and down. I tried to swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock but he kept pushing me back down, repeatedly, until he struck the back of my throat, making me gag.
He pulled my head away, waited until I stopped coughing, and pushed me down onto his cock again, bobbing my head up and down as he pleased.
I licked and licked but I heard no response. So, I sealed my lips around him and started to suck, lightly.
“Oh yeah.” Christopher moaned.
I sucked harder, holding out my tongue to run it up and down his shaft as I went.
“Oh... oh...” He moaned louder, pushing me down and pulling me back up at a faster pace.
I sucked and licked with greater intensity as he went. I expected to feel him get off inside my mouth at any second. But then he hit that spot in the back of my throat and I started to gag again.
He pulled me away from his lap and reached behind him for whatever he’d throw down on the bed earlier.
When I finished coughing, I found out what he’d retrieved from the drawer. A ball gag. He shoved it toward me and I instinctively opened my mouth. In seconds he was fastening it behind my head, then reaching under my arms to help me up to a standing position.
As soon as I stood up, he pushed me down on the bed. This time, on my back.
He reached down to my ankles. “I had to gag you to keep you from barking orders at me. You’re not the boss here, Brooke. I am.”
I felt him fasten something around each of my ankles, then he pushed me further back on the bed. I would’ve asked, ‘What did you just put around my ankles?’ if there hadn’t been a gag in my mouth.
Christopher bent my legs back until my knees were at my ears and my feet were at my eye level. Then he put a stretchy band behind my head that was attached to each of my ankles, leaving them suspended in mid-air with my wet pussy on full display. My legs were stretched to their absolute fullest capacity.
Next were my hands. He walked around behind me to the other side of the bed where he stretched my arms and put restraints around my wrists. When I tried to lift my arms they barely moved. They were still against the comforter, spread out toward the corners of the bed.
He came back around the bed again where he proudly looked down at me laying below him. “Yes. That’s a good girl.”
I was powerless. Never in my life had I felt so powerless. I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t move my arms or legs. I was at the complete mercy of this man whose last name I didn’t even know.
And I loved every fucking second of it.
My pussy gushed all over the bed as I gazed into his mesmerizing blue eyes, pleading silently with him for the kindness to satisfy the need between my legs. He was my only hope. Oh, how my pussy throbbed, waiting for him.
Until then, I had no idea how good it felt to be on display like that. To have a stranger see me so intimately. To know that he was the one who restrained me, not bothering to ask my permission first. I loved being exposed and naked in front of him, laying down on my back against my sore, freshly-beaten ass--vulnerable, with no idea what to expect.
A draft blew across my naked breasts and against my nipples that were
still tender from when he’d sucked and bitten them so hard. The draft felt even nicer against my swollen pussy lips that begged for his attention. Any attention. A finger, a tongue. A nice, hard dick would’ve been nice. Even a belt landing flat against it repeatedly, inflicting pain of the very best kind.
I felt like I could cry, and it had nothing to do with fear. It was only because of that longing, deep inside me. Please fuck me. Please, sir. Fuck me. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. I hoped he could somehow read my thoughts. But if he could, all he would probably do was tell me he was in charge, and he’d probably make me wait even longer.
After a few more moments of him staring down at me on the bed, torturing me, his eyes taking their sweet time as they lingered, he dropped down out of sight. A few seconds later I felt his tongue lapping against my pussy.
“Mmm!” I strained, to no avail, against the gag in my mouth. I wanted to be heard. He had to know how good this felt. Or maybe he didn’t. It just felt like somebody had to know that my ache was finally being soothed.
I felt him start at the opening of my pussy then make his way up to my clit where he kept his tongue flat and gave me one long lick, then another, then another.
I needed a faster motion, but I was grateful just to feel that tongue against me. Soon, he started to lick faster, circling my clit, then sucking on it.
Oh yeah... I would’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs if not for that pesky ball. His tongue was my favorite thing in the world right then. It was agonizing to not be able to vocalize my appreciation. I moaned until I felt the leather ball vibrating in my mouth from the force of my breath.
His tongue moved harder against my clit, giving me just what I needed. I was pretty sure I had fallen in love with being at his mercy. My body was his for the taking and he could do with it anything he desired, but what he chose right then was to give my pussy a nice, thorough licking.
I gasped. There was a finger... It poked against a tight hole I’d rarely used for anything other than its intended purpose.
As he bathed my clit with his tongue, I felt him slide his fingers from my pussy down to my asshole to get it wet. It was probably already saturated, considering how soaked I’d been all evening. But I liked the motion of his fingers sliding along in a path between my two holes.
