by Sophia Vice
“I was forgetful. I was lazy.” Her voice catches as I give her ass a particularly firm squeeze.
“And who was that electricity for? Was it for me?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Who was it for? Who benefited from that electricity?”
“Me.” She peeks up at me, her baby blue eyes wide and helpless.
“That’s right, pet. You, and no one else. Do you think it’s good to treat yourself poorly? If you don’t treat yourself with integrity and respect, how can you expect other people to? What kind of standard are you setting for your life?”
Her body is now shaking underneath my hands, and I know that she is struggling to hold in her tears. I don’t like it, and I know I need to force her to release everything—every last bit of anguish over her derailed life. She needs to give everything over to me so that I can make her feel better.
“I asked you a question, pet.” I pinch her bottom to remind her who is in charge.
“I don’t know, a bad standard! No respect! Why would I respect a fat college drop out?” She bursts, her last words muffled by the sofa cushions as she buries her face into them in shame.
My whole body goes still. I had suspected, but her confirmation is like a lead weight inside of my chest. My pet has no sense of self-worth.
I’m going to help her the only way I know how.
I’m going to spank some into her.
She’s shuddering now as she takes gulping breaths, still trying to hold in her tears. I run a soothing hand over her spine, and she shivers.
“Look at me, pet.”
Her hands grip the cushions tighter. “No.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” She really must want more punishment. “If this is too much for you, you have a safeword. You can’t say no to me.”
“This is humiliating,” she mumbles into the cushions.
“Yes, it is,” I agree, unable to wipe a small smile off my face as she peeks up at me. “But sometimes a little embarrassment can be good for you. Now, just to make sure we’re clear, what are you being punished for?”
“Not paying my electricity bill.”
“And not cleaning your apartment.” I look around, taking in all the empty take-out boxes and ramen containers. “Or treating your body well. In essence, not respecting yourself.”
Her face turns even redder as she covers her eyes with her palms. “This is so embarrassing. I kind of thought this whole arrangement with you would be a little sexier.”
I palm her bottom thoughtfully. “You knew that I was asking for total control over your life—I am interested in far more than just fucking you. I want to ensure your well-being, and that will involve correcting your behavior. But I think you will find”—my hand slides down to the juncture between her thighs, and I dip in a single finger—“that even a punishment can be arousing.” She inhales sharply as I hum in satisfaction, pleased by her wetness. I lean over her, wiping away a strand of hair as I kiss the shell of her ear. “Sometimes a humiliating spanking can be sexier than anything else.”
Her whole body shudders, and I feel more of her moisture pool at her dewy entrance. “Such a good girl. So wet for me.” I dip my finger in again briefly, indulging myself with the feeling of her taught pussy clenching around the invasion. With a sigh, I pull it out, wiping the residue of her wetness on one of her reddened ass cheeks.
“Now,” I say firmly, “I am going to give you fifty spanks. You’re being punished for not paying your bills, not cleaning, and not eating well. I will not allow you to treat yourself in this manner, pet.”
She suddenly bucks, straining to get free from my grip. I hold her even more tightly, and give her a warning spank. “This is how this works, pet. Do you have an objection? Am I misunderstanding something?” I want to be a fair dom to her, but she needs to know that she can’t escape a punishment.
She squirms some more, looking up at me gimlet-eyed. “You’ve already spanked me! I got the lesson. I’ll do better.” She protests, the last part a petulant whine.
“I know you will, pet. This punishment will ensure it.”
She begins to kick her legs, trying to get out of my hold, but I simply hook one of my thighs over the backs of her legs, effectively immobilizing her.
“You can’t punish me retroactively! I didn’t know the rules!”
I land a hard swat and she squeals. “This is how you learn the rules. Now, another word that is not your safeword will only make me add more spanks to your punishment.”
She falls silent, going limp over my lap as I massage her reddened bottom, preparing her to take her punishment. “Good girl. This is how you need to take your spanking. You’re going to count for me, pet. Do you think you can do that?”
She nods sullenly against the cushions, looking up at me with a heady mixture of fear and arousal. “Answer me.” I spank her.
“Yes!” She cries.
“Yes, what?” Another spank.
“Yes, sir!” she moans into the cushion as I continue to spank her.
“You’re still forgetting something, pet.”
“Oh, oh, yes, sir, um, ten!” She calls out, her voice strained. I know she has to be already stinging from the previous spanks.
“No, pet. The count starts at one. I can spank you all night, but it will only end when you start counting.”
“That’s not fair!” She cries out again. I merely continue to land hard spanks against the curve of her upturned cheeks, mesmerized at how they jiggle against my palm.
“I make the rules,” I say after a beat as she begins once more to struggle against me. She reaches down and tries to cover her ass, but I grip her wrists and keep them against her back as I continue to rain blows onto her lush, red bottom. “The sooner you accept that, the easier this new relationship will be for you. If you want to back out, you know what word you need to say.”
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with protest, and when she opens her mouth my heart nearly stops because I’m afraid she will really do it—that she will safeword and kick me out of her life.
“One, sir,” she groans, and my relief is palpable.
“Good girl,” I praise, and spank her again.
“Two, sir.”
Spank!
Her breath catches. “Three, sir.”
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, just before I spank her again. I know it must sting horribly, and I’m proud of her for taking her first real punishment so well. And she’s turned on by it, I note, glancing at her slick thighs. My pet might not fully realize it, but her body understands this kind of domination and responds by preparing her for my cock. She’s a natural-born submissive, I think, nearly growling in satisfaction at the realization.
At thirty, Kyle starts to squirm again, her voice hoarse from crying out. She struggles to get her arms free from my grip, and eventually I pause to unbuckle my belt.
“What are you doing?” Her voices quavers with unshed tears. She glances down to where my pants are tented from my arousal, and I can see the excitement in her eyes mixed with the pain. Unfortunately, she’s going to be disappointed.
“Just helping you take your punishment, pet. I can see that you can’t hold yourself still yet. Next time I will be better prepared, and I can tie you down completely.”
Kyle swallows hard as her eyes widen at the threat of being immobilized. I take a moment to soothe her by rubbing her shoulders, and as soon as she relaxes I wrap the belt around her forearms and secure it. “There,” I husk, “now your hands won’t get in the way.”
She stares at me, breathing so hard she’s almost hyperventilating. I tilt her chin up with my finger. “Quick check-in. Do you need to safe word?”
She shakes her head. “But I don’t want anymore. It hurts.” Her eyes plead with me.
“I know it does, Kyle. It’s supposed to. Now, be a good girl and let me finish your punishment.”
Smack. Kyle cries out louder than before, startled by the resuming onslaught of p
ain.
“Oh god,” she moans.
“Remember, you need to count, babygirl.”
Smack.
“Oh, fuck. Thirty-five, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I spank her steadily until starts crying, her whole body shaking under the force of her sobs.
“What number are we on, Kyle?”
Kyle only cries into the sofa. Smack, smack, smack.
I know what she’s going through, and it hurts my heart to see her fall to pieces like this, but I know what she needs. She needs a dom that is consistent and rules that are firm. I can’t back down because she’s crying.
“What number, Kyle?” My voice is steely. “Do I need to add to your punishment?”
“Um, uh…”—a deep, shuddering breath—“forty-five, sir.”
“Good. You’ve taken your punishment so well, pet. I’m so proud of you. These last five are going to be the hardest. You don’t need to count them.”
Her eyes are wide with fear, her head tilted to look up at me. “It’s easier if you relax into it,” I advise, my voice dangerously soft as I take the back of her neck, pinching her lightly by the scruff, and push her back into position so that she is fully relaxed against the sofa.
Then, without warning, I give her the final five spanks. They are hard and loud, the sound of flesh on flesh mixing with her keening cries. She sobs harder after the final spank, and I let her rest for a moment as I rub one hand down her back while my other soothes the hot skin of her ass.
“Oh god, it hurt sir, it hurt so bad.” Fuck, she calls me sir so naturally. My dick is so hard I can feel myself leaking precum.
“I know, I know,” I hush. She hisses as I continue to lightly palm her stinging ass. “But now that you’ve been taught a lesson, you’re going to do better, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she blubbers, her tears and snot running into the sofa.
Very carefully I lift her by the shoulders so that she’s kneeling on the sofa. I rise to a stand beside her. My pet needs some aftercare. “Lay down.”
She goes to lay down on her back before I can warn her, and she cries out as the tender skin of her bottom meets the sofa. “No,” I correct her, already helping her to roll over, “on your belly. You might not be able to sit comfortably for a while.”
She whimpers but lets herself be guided onto her belly. Satisfied that she’s okay for the moment, I go to the bathroom and collect some tissues and a jar of lotion. I return and tilt her face towards me, but she rears back as I try to wipe the snot from her nose.
“What are you doing?” she sputters.
“Cleaning you. Taking care of you.” I look at her quizzically.
“That’s…That’s disgusting! Let me do it. I’ll go to the bathroom.”
She makes to get up, but I push down firmly on the center of her back. “No.” My voice is as hard as iron.
“Let me go!” She squirms against my hand. “It’s gross!”
“It’s not gross. It’s natural. As your sir, as your dom, it’s my job to take care of you. That means that nothing can be embarrassing—nothing too intimate. I am in control of you, and that means that you can’t hide from me. Not your tears, not your smiles—nothing. Do you understand me, pet?”
She stares at me, frozen. Tonight really is the ultimate trial. If she can handle tonight, we might have a real chance at making this work. My heart pounds in my chest, even as my neglected cock twitches in my tight slacks. She looks so sweetly corruptible staring up at me like that.
“You can’t say no. You can only safe word. Are you going to safe word because you don’t want to share your tears with me?”
Sullenly, her cheeks flaming, she shakes her head. “Good.” I clean up her snot with brisk efficiency, and she avoids my gaze, her body language screaming humiliation. This is an important lesson—she needs to learn that my control, and my care for her well-being, extends to every part of her.
“You honor me by sharing your tears, Kyle. It feels good to know that you can let go around me.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice,” she grumbles as I dry her tears.
I smile a little, pleased that her voice has become steady. “Now,” I say, taking some lotion in my hands and smoothing it over her reddened bottom, “normally after a punishment you wouldn’t get to come, but since you took your first punishment so well, I would like to reward you. Do you want to come, Kyle?”
She hisses in pain as my palms continue to rub lotion into her stinging skin. “Um…” she hesitates, her cheeks flaming. She glances at me coyly, and I realize that she’s too shy to beg. That’s okay—the begging will come later, on another day.
“I see.” My hands rub lotion down the backs of her thighs, my fingers skimming along the sides of her puffed up pussy lips. “How about this, pet. If you’re wet, I’ll make you come.”
She doesn’t respond, but bites her lip as my fingers slide against the opening of her pussy. Christ, I think, she’s soaking. She was made for this. “Such a good girl,” I growl. I don’t waste anytime teasing her and instead start working her clit as I slide two fingers deep inside of her. She moans, her voice breathy from crying.
“Please,” she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Please what, pet? You want to come?”
“Yes sir, but I want... I want you to fuck me!” Her eyes snap open. “Please,” she tacks on after a beat.
I chuckle. “Well, since you are so polite.” I stand up and grasp her calves, and she cries out in surprise as I pull her up and over the arm of the sofa in one smooth movement. Her feet touch the ground and her reddened ass is raised up nicely, her wet pussy winking at me. She glances back at me, her eyes wide and helplessly turned-on. She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I make quick work of my slacks, and her eyes zero in on the hard evidence of my arousal as it bobs up, unleashed from the uncomfortable confinement. “Oh god,” she bursts.
I raise an eyebrow. “They usually call me Adam,” I joke.
“You’re huge!” she exclaims, ignoring my bad joke. She shifts forward onto the sofa, as if she might wriggle away from my larger-than-average cock.
“You can take me, pet,” I say confidently, even though many women have been unable to handle my girth and length in the past. I’m a masochist at core, so I enjoy it when women struggle with it—when they wince as their tight inner muscles strain to accommodate me.
It might be uncomfortable initially, but something tells me that Kyle and I will fit like two puzzle pieces. We were made for each other. I can feel it in my bones.
I grab her hips and shift her back into position. “You asked to be fucked, pet, and that’s what I’m going to do. Be a good girl and open up for me.”
7
Kyle
“Oh god,” I moan again as I feel the thick head of Adam’s huge cock test my opening. He teases me for a moment by sliding up and down before he begins to slowly push in. I hiss as his tip enters me, stretching me open unbearably.
“Adam,” I moan. “Oh, fuck.”
I look over my shoulder, and his steely grey eyes meet mine, eviscerating my soul as he continues his slow push into me. I whimper and reach back, trying to stop his hips from moving forward.
“I can’t,” I moan, “It’s too much.”
“Shh. You can take me,” he hushes me, but he goes still with his cock half-way inside of me to give me a chance to adjust. I can feel my pussy struggling to accept him, my walls stretched tight around his thickness. He’s bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, and it hurts.
Adam reaches around my waist and I gasp as he begins to massage my clit. I clench helplessly around him as his motions send fissures of hot pleasure flying through my system. He continues until the pain begins to fade, but I groan with fresh discomfort as he begins to slide forward again until his cock is completely seated inside of me, his balls pressed against my still stinging ass.
“Fuck, you feel so good Kyle. Just like I knew you wo
uld,” he growls.
“I—Oh god!” His cock slides out, only for him to drive it back inside of me with a snap of his hips. His cock is so large I feel it hit my tender cervix, and I jerk forward on the sofa.
“Stay still,” he admonishes, his strong hands wrapping around my hips to hold me in place. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
I try to respond, but his next thrust renders me speechless as I cry out. He fucks me with firm, deep strokes, and I find myself rising onto my toes, overwhelmed by the blend of pain and pleasure. His hips punish my freshly-spanked ass with every thrust, making me whimper and groan. I can feel my own wetness sliding down my thighs as he fucks me, and his balls slap against me wetly.
I’ve never been fucked like this: like I’m being taken in hand. He’s not some fumbling college kid. He’s completely in control of my body.
The pleasure overtakes the pain as Adam begins to hit the perfect angle inside of me with every thrust, making me keen. Hot, searing bliss cuts me like a knife as his massive cock plunders my pussy, making me shiver as I’m overloaded by sensation.
“So good,” I hear him rumble behind me.
“Fuck, Adam, I’m close,” I whimper. I can feel it, a tower of burning heat that’s ready to topple over inside of me and flood my system.
“Not until I give you permission,” Adam growls, and he begins fucking me harder, his cock splitting me open as I squirm against his firm hold.
“I can’t,” I gasp “I can’t hold on much longer.” It feels like my body, my pussy is on fire, and every stroke only makes me burn brighter, like a—
I jump as his fingers suddenly pinch my clit hard, sending a spark of pain lancing through me. “Come,” he commands.
That’s all it takes. I explode, every tendon stretching as I rise onto my toes, pleasure spreading like wildfire through my body. I ripple and shudder around his cock, and I hear Adam groan, his hands falling heavily onto my lower back as his cock jerks inside of me, his hot come filling me up inside.
