The Pleasure of His Punishment : The Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  "Paper," she blurted out as she noticed the note she had clenched in her hand as he removed it.

  "Anything off limits?," he questioned casually as he discarded her jacket and finished unbuttoning her blouse. He discarded it on the same chair that held his shirt and her jacket.

  "I-I don't know. I've never...tried anything like this," she murmured, her comment barely audible.

  His hands hotly brushed over the skin of her abdomen as they slid down to unbutton her skirt. As he lowered the zipper he answered. "We'll just have to see what you like." He pulled the skirt firmly down her thighs. It dropped at her feet and she stared at it.

  She hesitated before she stepped out of it and he tossed it on top of her other clothing. He made her step out of her shoes and stripped off her stockings.

  Last chance to run. You can stop it right now.

  He discarded her bra, stroking and pinching her nipples roughly after it was gone.

  She couldn't run away. She wanted this too much. Her body was on fire just from his firm touch on her breasts. Excitement, desire, shame and fear swamped her brain. They were all there, at war and fighting to see which emotion was strongest.

  "Don't think, Hannah. Just obey and feel." His voice commanded as he tilted her head up to look at him. His eyes were compelling and her whole being swayed toward him.

  "I won't call you Sir," she informed him, her voice holding a touch of defiance.

  "We'll see." His lips twitched, his tone cocky and tormenting.

  His mouth came down hard over hers and Hannah decided the war of her emotions was won. The shame and fear was still there, but desire and excitement were victorious.

  *****

  As Ryan looked into her eyes the dom in him jumped to the forefront. Her need, vulnerability and naked longing showed in her beautiful green eyes. She also had some defiance and fear. He liked that. He wanted the challenge of breaking her. She would fight because she still felt shame in her hidden longings, but he would drill through them until he found the passion. He would watch her every reaction. He would know what she wanted...what she needed.

  Christ! She was a dom's wet dream. Okay...she was his wet dream. She had every quality he had always secretly longed for in a woman. Had he known she had this sort of passion he would have pursued her relentlessly.

  His mouth crushed over hers, holding her head in his hands as his need to dominate her came crashing over him.

  Let the games begin, he thought, as he let his possessive, domineering need take control.

  *****

  The kiss was a branding, a mark of possession. His mouth was rough as he held her head firmly and marked her as his to control.

  She nearly moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept against hers forcefully, bending her to his will.

  He pulled his lips from hers and assessed her calmly. "I think we will use the leather restraints."

  She quivered as he pulled her further into the room, stopping beside a table filled with every restraining device imaginable. Every color, every type from hard chains to soft, pink, fluffy cuffs was displayed on the table. He took his time selecting a pair of leathers with a short chain between them. He attached them to her wrists with an expertise that could only have come from experience.

  The leather was unbending and cool. It warmed against her skin as she pulled at the snug chain. It chaffed at her wrists as she pulled. She truly was his to command. The feeling of being bound and helpless made her panties grow damp.

  He pushed hard on her shoulders as he barked, "Down. Free my cock and suck it."

  She dropped to her knees. She had little choice as he applied pressure, forcing her to drop. The floors were made of hardwood, but she barely noticed the feel of the cold floor against her legs. She was at eye level with the straining, massive bulge pushing against his jeans. Hannah licked her lips, eager to free his member.

  She was clumsy with her hands bound, but she managed to unbutton his jeans and lower his briefs to release the most magnificent cock she had ever seen. She liberated it, immediately latching on to his rod with her restrained hands and bringing it to her mouth.

  She ran her hands down his large, silky cock as she licked the moist essence of him from the head. She had to open her mouth wide and she could barely fit the front portion into her mouth.

  Oh God. What would it feel like to have him ramming this into her. Her pussy flooded as she moaned around him.

  "No hands. Put your hands down. Did I say you could use your hands? I specifically said to suck me." His gray eyes were flashing as she looked up at him from her submissive position. He was displeased. Her stomach dropped and she lowered her hands as he continued, "I will let it slide this time because you are new. It's the only disobedience I will tolerate. Anything further and you will be punished. Now suck me."

  His voice was sharp and so was her reaction. She felt the longing and desire shoot through her. It left her body weak, electric sensation tingling at every nerve.

  Her eyes dropped as she concentrated on getting him into her mouth again. She had to wriggle and squirm to get her lips wrapped around him. She wasn't all that experienced with this and her mouth was inept at getting the large phallus into her mouth without it slipping out. She closed over it with awkward enthusiasm, applying suction and taking it as deep as she could. She heard him groan as her wet tongue and mouth swept over him. His sound of pleasure ignited her. Her pussy drenched as she worked her mouth over him, bobbing her head, letting him slide in and out.

  He grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder.

  She choked at the pressure but he continued to slam into her staining mouth, forcing her to take him. His power aroused her to an almost unbearable degree. His hips were surging, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She still couldn't take him all and her jaw was aching from his thrusts, but his forcefulness drove her mad. She was whimpering around him and needed release.

  As he pounded into her mouth she inched her hand between her thighs. She was in such a high state of arousal she just needed a tiny touch to feel relief. She had to have it.

  The moment her finger inched into her panties he released her abruptly, making her land on her ass.

  "No. You absolutely cannot touch yourself," his booming voice startled her. She quickly moved her hand away.

  She gazed up at him with a dazed look as he continued, "You are being very disobedient." As she kneeled he grabbed her hair and one of her arms and hauled her up.

  He yanked her panties smoothly down her legs. She stepped out of them as they reached the ground.

  She wanted to cry out in protest as he slipped himself back into his jeans and zipped them.

  "Look at me, Hannah." She didn't want to look at him but her eyes met his slowly.

  "Do you not understand that your body is mine? Mine to play with? My toy to satisfy when I think it's time?," he questioned her in a low, growling voice.

  She didn't dare not answer. She forced herself to utter, "Yes."

  "Then why were you attempting to come?"

  "I wanted to so badly." She was actually whining. Her shame was gone. She wanted to please him, not to see him look so hard and disappointed.

  "You want my cock?"

  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

  "Then you will pay for your disobedience with punishment and you will have to work for it."

  Fear and excitement shot through her at his words. What would he do to her?

  She didn't have to wait long to find out. He pointed directly at a spanking bench. "Mount the bench."

  "No. Not that." Her eyes begged him not to, but he gave her no pity with his gaze.

  "The longer it takes you, the worse it will go for you," he commented firmly, showing no mercy.

  Despite her apprehension she moved toward the be
nch. It was intimidating with its side leg holders that spread her legs wide apart as she put her bottom limbs into position. Her abdomen, torso and shoulders stretched over the wood of the bench.

  She felt so exposed, draped over the wood of the table with her ass in the air. She trembled as Ryan fastened her legs tightly into the leg mounts and clipped her restrained hands above her head. She turned her head to the right and watched him as he slowly examined some items on another table. He picked up a whipping strap and tested it on his hand.

  Whack!

  She tugged against her restraints, her nerves jumping at the loud sound, fear and longing consuming her. She felt naked and stripped of her usual control. She was his to play with and it was an uncomfortable but erotic feeling. Her emotions were in chaos, yearning for her punishment, yet also dreading it. The restraints on her legs had almost no give and her arms were stretched and held tightly. She pulled against them, her fear rearing it’s ugly head as she thought about what was going to occur.

  He turned to her with what looked like a fly swatter, but it had a longer handle and the actual swatter was smaller and made of a light leather. Her heart was pounding in her ears as he moved back to her vulnerable ass.

  "This one is small, but produces a nice sting." he caressed her ass, squeezing each cheek, running his hand over her skin. "You have such a nice ass. Beautifully round, soft and creamy. I think it would look even sexier with a little color."

  "No. Please." She begged, not sure what she was asking for. Did she want him to spank her or let her go? The fact that she wasn't using her safe word should have answered that question, but she wouldn't stop now. She had to be sated. Her body was out of control. Her pussy was dripping, begging for attention.

  "I would gag you, but I actually prefer to hear your noises. It arouses me." His voice was low, but lacked any mercy. "You will learn to be an obedient sub. This is what happens when you are rebellious."

  He stood back and applied the leather to her skin. She pulled against her confinement as the first slap landed. She moaned aloud as they hit...over and over...harder and harder, racking her body with erotic pain.

  Whack, whack, whack.

  Oh God, it stung, but it hurt so good. He alternated cheeks, bringing her whole ass alive, hitting every nerve ending. She jerked with every landing, alternately panting and moaning.

  He stopped and drew the leather between her legs, abrading her slit.

  "Oh, please." She wanted some of the pressure on her clit. "Please make me come."

  It was too much, yet not enough. She needed more stimulation on her pussy, she wanted to feel the leather sliding over her clit.

  "You think you deserve to come?" His voice expressed curiosity and surprise. "You were very insubordinate. I don't think you have learned your lesson."

  "I have. I swear. I won't do it again." Her voice was harsh with passion and need. She squirmed as he slowly drew circles on her ass cheeks with his fingers.

  "Your ass is nice and pink. But I did miss a few spots." He said it absently, more to himself than to her. His hand landed on her stinging left butt cheek.

  "Oww...noooo." Her breath was sawing shallowly between her lips. She couldn't seem to catch her breath.

  The next two slaps left her completely breathless, her lungs seizing as his hand landed with a loud smack several more times, the pain and pleasure of it mingling together.

  "That's much better," he commented casually.

  He moved to her side and she noticed he was watching her, assessing her. Her eyes locked with his. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her eyes were beseeching. His finger trailed down her cheek, wiping away her tears. "Who is in charge, Hannah?," his voice was soft and insistent.

  "You are," she whispered nervously.

  "And have you learned your lesson? Do you realize that your body belongs to me?" He trailed his fingers lightly along her back as he waited for her to answer.

  "Yes."

  Just fuck me. She wanted to scream at him, but of course she couldn't. She was under his control, helpless to his demands. Her body was in agony.

  "Thank me for your punishment. I think you enjoyed it." His hand skimmed down to her butt checks, running over the heated skin.

  Her ass was on fire and even the light touch enflamed her. She twisted, trying to get away from the pleasure and pain. "I won't thank you," she told him defiantly.

  "Fight it, Hannah. But you will lose. If you won’t thank me then you aren’t desperate enough." His hand slipped between her legs, lightly grazing over her tender, aching folds. "You are so wet. So needy."

  He was right. Her body was pleading for relief. "Please make me come now, Ryan."

  He didn't answer. His fingers were expertly toying with her pussy, circling and teasing around the nub begging for his attention. She was nearly sobbing for his touch. "Please. Don't tease me anymore."

  She felt him scoop up some of her moisture and spread it over her anus. She flinched as she felt him probing her, his finger wet with her juices. He inserted his finger to the first digit.

  "No, Ryan." She was panicked. "I've never done that. I can't."

  "You are very tight." he pumped just the end of his finger in and out of her dark hole. Her sphincter muscles strained open as he invaded her star shaped entrance.

  She watched, her whole body quivering, as he walked back to the gadget table and lifted something from it. He picked up a tube and coated the object with lubricant.

  "No. Please. Don't put anything in there." She knew what he was doing. She knew what he intended to do. It had her quaking, tugging to get away.

  He gave her a stern look as he returned to her. He held the butt plug in front of her face. "This will help stretch you. Anal sex is too advanced, but this will heighten your pleasure."

  "No. It won't. It will hurt." She blurted out the words, her anxiety out of control.

  He shrugged. "Maybe at first. But it will be worth it. Be a good sub and take it bravely. It's a beginner and quite small." He stroked her cheek, trying to calm her nerves.

  It didn't look small to her. It had a bulb shaped head that lead to a smaller, tapered curve. The base was a large ring shape. It was hot pink and the lubricant glistened off of the menacing bulb like a frightening monster.

  She tensed as he moved behind her and she felt him spread her cheeks. "Relax, Hannah."

  "I-I'm trying." She was trying, but the thought of anything going up her virgin hole was terrifying.

  His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her. It felt so good to have his fingers caressing her that she tried to push against them, but she was immobile, trapped in her state of unsatisfied pleasure. He smoothly inserted the butt plug as he fingered her wet folds.

  "Yow!" The large bulbous head slid past her tight anal sphincter and locked into place. It hurt going in as it stretched the taunt, oval muscle, but as it passed through and lodged in place she only felt a sensation of fullness.

  "Isn't that nice." His voice was low and soothing as he wiggled the ring. His fingers were still sliding in her wet pussy, teasing the folds, occasionally gliding lightly over her clit.

  Yes. Yes. The butt plug filled her and his fingers teased as she writhed. He had to make her orgasm soon. This state of frustration was killing her. She had never burned so desperately, needed to climax so badly. It was tearing her body apart.

  As his fingers came out from between her legs she groaned. "Please, Ryan. Please," she cried out as he began to release her legs.

  "You beg so sweetly it almost makes me want to hear you come." He rolled her, catching her in his arms as she came off the table. He lifted her up and carried her to another table. "But I think I'm ready to play with you on your back now."

  Her feet were being bound in stirrups that spread her legs wide apart and slightly bent up, her ass at the edge of the table. He attached her leather
bound wrists to a clip above her head. She was splayed over the table like a feast and open to him in every way.

  "Look at me." He was standing between her legs, towering over her like a conquering hero. His expression was fierce but adoring as their eyes met. "You look beautiful. Laid out for my pleasure and attention."

  Her eyes couldn't look away even as his diverted to run over her entire body. He looked hungry and aroused.

  He cupped her breasts and leaned over to lave her right nipple. It was already pebbled and hard, begging for his stroking tongue.

  "I need to come." She was wiggling on the table, helpless to his touch. "Please."