Her Punishment

HER PUNISHMENT PART TWO

He returned to the room ropes in hand to find me just where He had left me. I forced down one more shot of tequila for good measure, and He waited patiently while I did so. "Stand up." He commanded. I quickly obeyed, the alcohol rushing quickly to my head as I did so. He stood in front of me, towering over me, I didn't look in His eyes. "Take off your clothes, except for the panties." I quickly did as He requested. I pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts, my nipples hardening immediately under His gaze. Then I stepped quickly out of my skirt and slid both stockings quickly off and left them rumpled on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I stood completely naked except for the black panties that I still wore at His request.

He took a step toward me, rope still in hand and I knew He wanted me to hold out my arms so He could bind my wrists, so I held them out for Him. As I did so, I wondered at my actions. Right at that moment, I was yet unbound, and free to run away, fight and kick, scream and shout. I was afraid of what He had planned for me, yet I willingly placed myself at His mercy. He quickly and deftly wound the rope around my wrists, binding them together.

He yanked an office chair with arms on it roughly from under the desk and wheeled it into the middle of the room. He pulled me by the length of rope around my wrists over to the chair. "On your knees on the chair." He said, calmly. I climbed up on the chair on my knees, facing the back rest. I was positioned so that I was on my knees on the leather chair, with my breasts just above the back of the chair and my tethered wrists hanging down behind the chair. He reached down and yanked my panties down & then off, while He did so, He spoke, "I hope," He said calmly, "That you had a good time disobeying Me today." I shook my head. I was still trembling uncontrollably. I opened my mouth to defend myself and apologize, "Sir, I...." but I was cut short as He stuffed my panties, which He'd balled up into a tight little ball into my mouth. Tears sprang into my eyes.

"I'm sorry," He said mockingly, "were you saying something?" He began tying my ankles to the legs of the chair as He spoke. "No?" He finished tying my ankles. "Good. Nobody cares what a little slut has to say anyway." He moved around to the back of the chair, and grabbed my wrists, then secured them with a tight knot to the base of the chair. I pulled at the binds on my wrists and ankles. They were tight and the rope was scratchy. I whimpered a little. I felt very exposed, naked, my ass was sticking out, I was tied tight. He stood where I could see Him, and slowly undid the buckle of his belt. It was a thick black leather belt that He always wore. He slowly pulled it from the loops at His waist. One loop, then another...the swishing sound was all I could hear. Amazing how loud it seemed.

Why, oh why, had I acted that way? I had hoped for a lovely evening of play and now it would be punishment. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked me holding the belt up for me to see…He held it in a loop with both ends, the buckle end and the end with the holes in it, in his left hand. I shook my head, hair sticking to my face in my tears as they poured down my cheeks. I was sorry, sorry, sorry and He looked at me so angrily. What if He didn't want me anymore? What if I had really gone too far and after my punishment He would send me away and what if He brought Elizabeth over and decided to keep her instead?

He stepped around behind me. I imagined that my mascara was running down my face with my tears leaving black streaks. He began to caress my naked body with the belt. He ran the belt slowly and lightly down the middle of my back. I knew at any moment I would feel the first biting strike of the leather. Goosebumps rose up all over my body and my nipples got even harder than they had been. He slid the belt down over my bottom, down one cheek then up the other...as He did so He reached around with His other hand and roughly grabbed my left nipple and squeezed until I let out a cry, muffled by the panties still in my mouth.

I tried to suppress a moan as He slid the leather slowly down my tummy and down to my pussy gently sliding the belt back and forth over me. I tried to shift so that the belt could arouse me more completely, but I was tied too tight, He continued with His slow massage, roughly handling first one nipple, then the other as He did so. He slowly slid the belt back around to my behind where He gently slid the leather between my ass cheeks, down to my pussy then back up again. "You think you deserve to come tonight? My dirty little girl..." He asked me. I knew better than to respond. I breathed deeply through my nose...and sniffled. “Don’t you dare.” He warned, pressing His lips to my ear.

He took His hand from my nipple and slid both His hands gently up and down on both of my butt cheeks....I wanted to stay tense and ready for the strike, but His gentle caressing soon had me involuntarily relaxing back into His hands as much as possible in my restraints. His hands felt rough against the smooth skin of my behind. His touch was gentle, arousing. He gave my pussy a light slap with His hand that caused me to gasp and I heard a wet, wet slapping sound. I felt so embarrassed that He could see how aroused I was. Surely, I would be punished more because of it. Dammit. I was not supposed to be enjoying my punishment, after all.

Just as I began to feel consumed by the pleasure radiating from His skilled touch, I heard the swish of the belt slicing through the air just before it landed across the middle of my left cheek. I squeaked with the surprise and pain of it. It hurt, but it had been a light strike. Again, I heard the swish of the belt, and I flinched as it stuck with about the same intensity but this time in the middle of my right cheek.

Several more strikes of this same intensity peppered my ass. Up high towards my lower back, then down low, at the top of the thighs. Warmth spread across my ass from each strike, radiating to my pussy and making my clit ultra sensitive, then as if He knew what I was feeling, He changed position and struck from above directly at the crack of my ass so that the belt looped around and snapped directly on my pussy, just missing my clit, but surrounding my clit with a burning vibration . I moaned as the belt snapped on my pussy, once, twice then three times. I held my breath. One more strike and I thought I might come. No, no, no. What would He do if I came while being punished and without permission, too? I was thankful that He did not strike me there again.

He began again to strike my buttocks. The strikes slowly increased in intensity, I began to cry in earnest, as the pain became worse and worse. Cruelly, He began to strike the same spot two or three times before moving onto another. I struggled in vain to move my ass away from His swipes with the belt, but the ropes held me fast. He did not stop to rub my ass between swats to help ease the pain and I imagined how red it must be, surely, there would be bruises tomorrow.

My hands and feet were starting to get numb and the scratchy rope was digging into my flesh as I struggled against it. I felt as if i couldn't take anymore. Strike and strike came, each seemed harder and more cruel than the last. I screamed into the makeshift gag He had placed in my mouth. Tears streamed down my face. I begged Him to stop through the gag, but it came out only as unintelligible sobbing. Even as I begged though, I knew full well that He would stop only when He was ready to do so. Finally, the blows stopped.

Despite my flaming ass, my pussy was now dripping onto the seat of the chair, I could feel how wet my inner thighs had become and my knees were slipping about in the wetness on the leather chair. I heard the belt buckle as it hit the floor, He had dropped the belt. I hoped the spanking was over but I tensed as His hands slid over my injured behind. I felt betrayed by my own body as I felt two of His fingers slide inside of me. I was so wet.

 

"You're not supposed to be enjoying this...." He reminded me. "You can't help it, can you?" He asked me, in a degrading & condescending tone, pushing His fingers in deeper, painfully so. "You can't help that your body shows Me what a slut you are…even as you beg Me to stop." He pulled the panties from my mouth (much to my relief, how humiliating) and I slumped, exhausted, my behind was on FIRE, against the back of the chair. My hands and feet relaxed their pull against the rope and so the biting of the rope into my flesh eased as well. "Your ass looks so pretty and red." He said to me. "Thank you, Sir." I whispered hoarsely.

He continued plunging His fingers in and out of my wet pussy, "Do you think you've been punished enough?" He asked me. It was a trick question. I thought I had, I really, really had. Of course, I could not say so. I stifled the desire to grind against His hand. I did not need to be reminded that I was there for His pleasure, not my own. "Not unless it pleases you, Sir." I responded, weakly.

He released my binds with one smart pull. He was very clever with the rope.  He helped me to my feet to stand before Him. He steadied me with a firm hand as I tried to keep my balance, dizzy from the alcohol and the stiffness in my legs and arms from having been tied. "Very well...." He responded, He sounded satisfied with my response.

He looked into my face and wiped his Fingers across my cheeks, brushing away the tears and mascara streaks that remained there. "You are well on your way to winning back my favor...." I felt relief wash over me when He said it. There was still hope for me to keep my coveted spot at His feet. "But you've still been a very bad girl...enjoying your punishment the way you have...." my heart began to thump loud in my ears.... "Do you know what happens to bad girls in this house?" He asked me....I did know. I nodded. 

It was something I had always been terrified of, something I thought would be painful and especially degrading though I couldn't really explain why...it was something that he had threatened me with several times when I'd especially displeased Him, but He’d never done.

Yes, I did know, but I did not want to say it out loud. "Tell Me." He said, holding my face in His hands. "Please, don't make me say it." I begged Him. "Come on, now." He responded patiently. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying my discomfort. "What happens to bad girls in this house?" He repeated.

I shifted around uncomfortably, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I looked at the floor. I clasped my hands in front of me. He was going to make me say it, my face turning nearly as red as my ass, I said, quietly, "Bad girls….get….fucked in the ass." I said it very quietly, almost a whisper. "That's right." He said, "They do." He had a very satisfied look on His face.