Her Punishment

HER PUNISHMENT PART THREE

He led me over to the couch, back in front of the tequila bottle and I tried to sit down, but my behind hurt too much, so I knelt down on my knees in front of the coffee table and poured myself another shot of tequila...then another....anticipation killing me while He busied Himself in the next room.

Finally He returned, I wanted Him to be pleased with me, I would do anything for Him. He approached me, I swallowed another shot of tequila and leaned forward where He stood to rest my cheek on His thigh...I looked up at Him adoringly. "I am Yours." I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say, though my words did come out kind of slurry. "Has My little one had enough tequila, now?" He asked me, taking away the bottle, His voice a bit kinder than before. I nodded and He lifted me onto the couch.

He positioned me on my hands and knees and I heard Him remove His pants. He moved very slowly, my face was buried in a pillow so I couldn’t see Him, but I could feel His every move. I knew He could see me trembling, my entire body shook with fear & anticipation. He picked up a bottle of baby oil that He must have stored in the refrigerator and began to drip small drops of it all over my burning hot behind. One drop, then another, then another, slowly….slowly. The freezing cold liquid ran slowly down my body, causing me to shiver and it puddled at the arch in the small of my back and glided down my crack creating a slick trail. 

He massaged the oil into my behind…squeezing and smoothing, causing both relief and pain depending on his stroke.  He did not speak at all, only positioned Himself behind me. He slid His rock hard cock all around my pussy, teasing me, wetting it with my juices and the baby oil, rubbing my clit and coming close to penetrating my pussy, but not doing so. I began to pant into the pillow….God, god, god. He felt so good. I wondered in awe at His complete ability to own me…His ability to make me feel SO bad and SO good at the same time. I wanted to come….oh how i NEEDED to come.

 

As He again came close to pushing Himself inside my pussy, I shifted my weight suddenly and tried in vain to push myself rapidly backwards so that He would finally be buried inside my pussy.  He pushed His hand firmly to the small of my back to hold me still. “Ah, ah, ah….” He admonished. “You don’t want me to tie you up again, do you?” He asked. “No, no!” I cried…my voice muffled by the pillow…. “Then stay still," He insisted, "you know I have other plans for you.”  My muddled mind raced, He wouldn’t.  He wouldn’t.

 

I groaned as He positioned the tip of His cock so that He could penetrate my virgin ass…. “You know you’ve been very bad, don’t you?” He asked me…pushing forward a bit, causing me to tense every muscle in my body and whimper a bit. “Yes.” I whimpered.   With that, He began to slowly push Himself inside of me. The pain was very intense….  “Ow, ow, ow, ow…” I whimpered and tried to move away from Him. One of His hands still rested firmly at the small of my back and He is so strong...I couldn’t move away. Since I could no longer move and the pain was becoming more intense, in a panic I reached around behind me and tried to push Him away from me with my hands. 

“No, no…ow…ow.” I cried into the pillow…my hand flailing around behind me, pushing at Him frantically.  “Please, please, please…don’t….don’t.”  I began sobbing.  He continued to push forward, relentlessly.  His free hand wrestled with mine briefly. Each time He grabbed my hand it would slip free, since His hand was slippery with baby oil.  I tried to push Him away until He finally caught hold of my hand and held it firmly behind my back, pressed painfully down so that I couldn’t fight Him anymore. With one more final push He was fully inside me….it hurt, just plain hurt, then He pulled slowly out, then moved slowly back in once, then twice, each movement excruciating.

 

Then suddenly my hand relaxed under His and since I no longer struggled He released His hold on both my hand and my lower back.  I stopped struggling because through the pain the most delicious feeling began to spread through my entire body. My clit was so sensitive and swollen. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

It still hurt, but it felt decadently good as well. Words to describe it escape me. He hadn’t just called me a bad girl, He had quite literally turned me into a bad girl at that moment. “How does that feel?” He asked me, grabbing my hips and driving Himself harder and deeper into my most forbidden of holes. “It hurts.” I whined, and it was true, it did hurt, yet even as I said it, I found myself pushing backward in order to drive Him further and harder inside of me. I didn’t want to talk about it…it was too hard to admit how I felt. I just wanted to FEEL.

 

“Do you want Me to stop?” He asked. My mind screamed, “No, no, no!   Don’t stop! PLEASE don’t stop!” but I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say it. What would it mean if I said it? I moaned. My orgasm was so close. He was pushing me to discuss it. I couldn’t. I couldn’t. “Do – you – want – Me - to - stop?” He asked me again…this time enunciating each word carefully. I knew that meant He expected an answer or He WOULD stop. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” I moaned. I clenched my fists in my hair which was covering my face and the pillow. I was lost. Completely lost. 

“Please, Sir…” I moaned…. “Mmmm….god…..pleeeease, Sir….” I begged. “What?” He asked me. “Please what?”  I shook my head and drove myself hard against Him. “Please, DON’T STOP.” I finally said it, through clenched teeth. I was defeated, betrayed by my own desire. He growled, then, like an animal…it was probably the single most arousing sound I have ever heard.

 

“What do you want?” He asked me…His level of control was astounding, He was directing me, leading me, in the midst of this moment. How was He DOING that? I could barely form a lucid thought, so strong was my physical reaction, so single was my motivation for release. (I still don’t know how He does it.)

   

I struggled to answer Him. “I want….mmmmmm…oh……god…..I want….” my mind was spinning….my body was responding independent of any thought in my head…and I wanted SO MUCH at that moment. I wanted Him to fuck my ass….mmmm….YES I did….I wanted to feel Him fill me with his cum….and I wanted Him to make me come…oh…how I wanted Him to make me come.

 

All of those desires came tumbling from my mouth, in what order, now, I certainly don’t know. But I just blurted it all out. All the dirty, dirty thoughts inside me, now He knew. He knew me completely and I had given Him....would give Him...every little bit of me.  It's quite an odd sensation, when you realize that.

“Ohhhh…” He said, “What a dirty little whore you really are….” He paused…then said the words I had been waiting for....longing for....the words that I would’ve done absolutely ANYTHING He asked me to do in order to hear…. “Come for Me.”  He said.

And then it was as if the whole world exploded and it was so very intense that I can’t even explain how it felt. I came a split second before He did…and the feeling was mind-blowing. It was as if I disappeared completely into the feeling, like I didn’t even exist aside from the powerful force that shook me to my core. And when the earth-shattering feeling began to dissipate, there was Him….only Him. 

For several long seconds, I couldn’t stop moaning or shaking…so wildly powerful had been my orgasm…He rolled me onto my back and stretched out beside me on the couch and pulled me tightly to His chest. He waited for my moans to die down to amazed whimpers and satisfied purrs. The trembling wouldn’t stop for about 30 more minutes or so. 

“How is My beautiful little girl?” He asked me, my head resting on His shoulder, as we laid naked together on the couch. He was gently stroking my hair, which was still damp with sweat. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could say. I wrapped myself around Him and snuggled up closer. If I could’ve somehow climbed inside of Him, I would’ve. It was as if I couldn’t get close enough to Him.

“Thank you.” i cooed. “Thank you, Sir.” He chuckled softly, His chest rising and falling as He did so. He sat up and reached for my favorite boots, then slid them onto my feet…gently zipping them both up. I smiled at Him happily and curled up to him again, still naked, but for my boots, which He obviously felt, that I once again deserved.

 

“Are you pleased with me?” I asked Him. He sounded relaxed and happy, I looked in His eyes and saw once again the eyes of someone who loved me, wholly and completely. I had been bad, I had upset Him, but all was forgiven now. There would be no grudges. His forgiveness had been granted completely and without condition, we would never, ever speak of my infractions again. I felt whole and complete again.  The warmth of His approval washed over me like warm rain.

 

“Of course I am pleased with you…” He reassured me, kissing me softly on the lips. “you did very well tonight.” He complemented me. “you were very brave.” My eyes filled with tears as He spoke. “you are so dear to Me, little one.” He smiled at me then and I knew that I would always belong to Him, body & soul.