Bedroom

As Richard arrived home she was in the bedroom, late from her chores. The

weakness in her knees when she heard the door open reminded her that she should

have been at the door to greet him. She knew her punishment. She knew that

Richard would enjoy it, which is why she planned to be late. Feeling naughty,

she sat right in front of the bedroom door and let her hand caress her sex.

Imagining it was his hand, she continued, moving faster, feeling her lips puff

up and respond instantly.

"What are you doing?" Richard said, seeing her kneeling on the floor near

orgasm, something he did not want her to do without permission.

"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to," she said, her lips defiantly curled into a

smile.

Richard looked down at her and spoke slowly, "Wait for me on the bed, I shall

return."

With those words, he went downstairs, and she hurried back to the bed. She lay

there, listening to Richard in the house, boldly touching herself again.

Her lips trembled as she lay still on the bed, awaiting her Master to return.

Each of his steps echoed in her ears making her heart jump as she felt him come

closer. He laid his fingers on her hips causing her to yelp with lust, his

fingers flowing down her legs slowly. He watched as she quivered, his fingers

caressing her soft curves. Richard's eyes locked on her face, watching her as he

laced the rope around her ankles, securing them spread to each post.

As he watched, Richard saw her face color, grimacing in her fight to follow his

order not to look away.

"A lovely color," he said, "I am going to enjoy you."

Much to his delight she blushed deeper.

Richard took his finger up, teasing his captive victim as she wiggled under his

touch. Circling his fingers over her ample breasts, grazing her nipples while

she shuddered and moaned lightly between her lips. Richard leant forward,

pressing his lips roughly to hers, crushing them as he turned her nipples.

Moaning, she reached up to savor the kiss Richard gave her. Allowing his hands

to flow up her sides, he trailed over her arms and pressed her wrists to the

bedpost. Still kissing her deeply, he parted her lips with his tongue and

secured the cuffs on her. Richard grinned feeling her struggles to get free.

Stepping away from her, Richard looked down at the body before him. Each inch

writhing toward him, her moans echoing her desire to please, to be touched

again. He turned to the night table, opening the small cabinet where he kept the

nightly toys, pulling out his short crop and remote vibrator.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked her, pushing her breasts around with the

crop.

"Y-yes S-sir," she stuttered, the anticipation of what was to come building in

her, making her aware more of her nakedness.

The air swirled around her sex, seemingly to aid in her wonderfully frustrating

torture. Her breasts shook with her labored breath, saying, "Please S-sir," as

best she could.

"Please what?" Richard asked coyly, trailing the head of the crop over her

belly, gently lapping at her sex.

She visibly shuddered, writhing on the satin sheets spread open for him,

helpless.

"Please Sir, I want to cum for you," her lips mouthed as the crop tapped lightly

on her clit; the leather biting at her already swollen sex.

Grinning, Richard leant forward, whispering in her ear, "You will... we have yet

to begin."

Fanning his fingers over her quivering flesh, Richard silenced her while his

crop continued to tap. He watched as the wide leather head slapped her clit,

just rising up again for more. Placing the crop flat on her thighs, he moved

closer to rub lightly on her sides, caressing her quivering form. She writhed,

trying to direct Richard's fingers over her body in a futile attempt. Richard's

eyes gazed down at her, lifting his hands to watch her tremble, letting them

only brush her even softer. Each time his touch left her body, she moaned for

its return.

Richard stood next to the bed, his body blocking the candlelight, letting her

only see his silhouette as he reached for the vibrator. Leaning her head

forward, she only saw a darkened figure over her, feeling the cool vibrator's

head slide over her inner thigh. Stroking up and down, Richard teased her by

letting it vibrate close to her sex, yet not touching. She continued to groan,

each time her lips parted for a louder sound. Richard leant back, resting the

vibrator pointed right at her warm depths. In a flash of light, she was blinded

only to welcome the dark figure back.

In his hand, he held a gag designed to fill her mouth. A penis gag.

"Please no Sir. I will be quiet," she said, knowing that he would do it anyway.

Richard lifted her head, cupping it in his hand, holding the gag in her plain

sight, he says, "Your desire grows distracting. If I am distracted, your

punishment will last longer. Do you want that?"

Racked with need and lust, she nodded, opening her mouth for the plastic phallus

gag. Richard slipped it in, looping and securing the straps around her head.

Leaning forward, he lightly kisses her forehead, rapidly wiggling his finger

over her engorged clit. She attempted to moan, to scream her thankfulness for

his attentions, but it only came out as a muffled whimper. The gag worked.

Richard moved his lips lower, kissing her lightly, torturing her with gentle

touches. She responded by arching up to him, savoring even his beard crushing

with her skin. He feasted savagely on her breasts, mouthing them, nibbling,

concentrating on her nipples. She closed her eyes, each touch on her shooting

straight to her hungry sex. He lifted his face, pulling her nipples toward him,

her squealing echoing through the gag.

"You are as sensitive as ever," he said to her visible blush that contrasted

with the gag. Taking up the vibrator, he gently slipped it within her, roughly

pinching her nipple. She yelped, then moaned and writhed, trying to move it with

her, vainly attempting to turn it on. Richard drove it into her, stopping short

and threatening her to pull it out if she moved again. She lay still, breathing

heavily.

Richard reached into the cabinet and took out his suede flogger, lifting the

crop from her thighs, trailing the ends over her breasts. She shuddered, her

body confused, wanting to move to the touch and run from it as well. In his

hand, Richard spun the flogger, causing the air to swirl around her now

sensitive breasts, catching the ever-hardening nipples occasionally. She

whimpered, wanting to beg to be allowed to cum now for Richard's pleasure, to

end her torment. Richard shifted suddenly, and while still spinning the flogger,

struck her sex and inner thighs.

She spread herself wider, trying to obscenely place her crotch where the soft

suede would land. Richard swung the flogger, causing it to strike her sex,

thighs and breasts, making the soft material lap at her blushing body. He

chuckled to himself, using the crop to awaken the area he was to strike next.

Moaning through her gag, quaking with need, her breath coming rapidly under the

assault, throwing her head back thinking that now was the time, now she could

cum, only to feel Richard stop the flogger and crop inches from her. Her eyes

wide, she looked at him, staring, pleading not to be tortured so. He just

grinned and stepped back, rolling the spanking bench next to the bed.

His hand slowly trailed over her skin, finding her attempt to push more into his

grasp. Watching her eyes carefully, he cupped her head and lifted it. She rubbed

her cheek in his palm, moaning through the gag, watching as Richard slipped the

blindfold over her eyes. Pulling it down she visibly shook, feeling his body,

the heat from his body. Releasing her mouth, he kissed her lightly, finding her

more than willing to receive.

He broke the kiss and stepped away as she lay there, quivering on the satin

sheets trying to listen for where and what he does. The shift of air played over

her skin, the creak of a small door, and then a trailing of something over her

belly. Slowly these things lowered to her sex, her head turning side to side

releasing her longing sighs. Another set of things circled around her breast,

pressing harder and wrapped around it. Five of them closed in, connecting

together for her to know it as his hand. Arching her back, she tried to give

more of herself to Richard's touch, only to feel him pull back. Sighing, she lay

back down and felt the fondling hands again, kneading her breast.

She heard his voice, seemingly from a distance, say, "Keep still my pet, and

this will be over soon."

Her lips tried to move, to bring voice that she would do as told, but it only

came out as a grunt. Kissing her, crushing her lips under his, his hands raised

to release her wrists, rubbing them softly. She lay there, suckling his tongue,

not wanting him to move away. Richard knew she could feel his chest grinding

against hers, teasing her nipples. She felt his body slide over hers, caressing

her back and lifting her up to him.

Floating in air, she felt the cold leather she knew was on the spanking bench

settle against her torso, chilling her heated breasts. On her instincts, she

hooked her arms under the bench and took hold of the handles, feeling swift and

strong fingers wrap the cuffs on her wrists. Her ass lifted, as if to welcome

what was to come, but she felt nothing come. Suddenly, cold drops fell on her

ass, causing her to shiver. Squirming, she settled into the cold of the drops,

wanting to feel the drops in one place but shocked as Richard dripped it closer

only to leave.

Humping her pelvis against the bench, she yelped as the drops came down again,

this time hotly. Like molten rock, the drops came down and burnt into her

sensitive cheeks. A hand came and slapped her ass, shaking the cheeks, giving a

slight respite from the dropping lava.

Another smack, but this was heavier. Many fingers landed across her ass. She

cringed, tensing for the next blow, only to feel it come lightly. Relaxing, she

raised her ass, hoping that whatever it was would catch her clit and relieve her

finally.

"Relax my pet," his voice echoed as another thudding and hard smack came to her.

Fighting herself, she relaxed her behind and felt the blows through her,

cascading up her body and slamming down into her sex. Moaning wantonly in time

with the spankings, she widened her legs, hoping her Master would take pleasure

in her and allow her forgiveness and end this punishment.

With a hand fanning over her ass, she relaxed more, lying against the bench,

feeling her body being kneaded, feeling this kneading course through her body,

pulsating into her sex. She felt lips brush against her ear, a soft voice she

remembered come to her, "Very good my pet, you have taken this well."

A light buzz came to her suddenly, hearing the familiar vibrator sing in the

air; she excitedly drank up his words, "Now your punishment is done. Your reward

comes now."

She squealed with delight, her body trembling awaiting his touch. The buzz

follows the line of her back up to her ears. Growing louder, the sound

encompassed her, blocking everything else. As it slowly died away, she began to

notice that a hand no longer held her ass. A heated flush radiated there, a slow

seeping of warmth came over her. A welcome fire spreading over her flesh. She

melted, her body slumping against the bench. On her upper arm, she felt the

shakes of the vibrator through her, like electricity, going to the very center

of her. Suddenly, she felt a wide smack on her ass, quaking with in her as if to

shake her very soul. Again it came, causing her to moan aloud, the hit echoing

throughout her entire body.

Her hips rocked up and down, moving involuntarily, rubbing her mound against the

padded leather of the bench. Her legs were moved, folded up under her, sticking

her ass up higher, arching her back more. She could feel her sex spread on its

own, puffed up noticeably, feeling as if it was her body. Gasping, her sex

opened to Richard, the lips seeming to reach out for him as his finger trailed

over them. Wanton with a burning need deep within, she hunched her body,

bringing herself closer to him. Sound was lost to her in this sea of sensation,

feeling hands take hold on her body, wanderers' exploring not so distant shores.

Her wrists released and rubbed, lifted up and over causing her to fall, tumble

down momentarily into a strong set of arms. The cool leather licked her back as

she was set down, her legs spread a bit wider.

Gentle kisses from lips she treasured covered her neck, lightly showering her

chest, teasing her nipples, moving ever downward. Her breath came quicker,

anticipating what was to come next. Richards mustache brushed against her mound

as she felt his breath cool her sex, stoking the fire. If she could see, her

eyes would be closed, every inch of her body connected to her one tender and

sweet spot. Her entire world revolved on this moment, the act of surviving the

punishment she wanted and giving herself for his pleasure. Thinking on how happy

he was to have her, to be given such a precious thing as herself, only

heightened her joy as a tongue began to touch her.

Moaning, more like screaming, she spoke her love for Richard with each breath.

Fighting her animal instincts, she kept her pelvis still, letting Richard savor

her hidden and most private self. Feeling his lips move from hers, she boldly

spread her legs more and tilted herself upward. She expected to feel his special

kiss, but got delightfully surprised.

With force she has only known come from him, Richard entered her with the

vibrator. She sighed, hoping that he would take her for himself, but realize

something. As she clenched to the phallus within her, she realized that it was

not the vibrator but something far better. Smiling widely and cooing with glee,

she let her arms fly upward and wrap around the body before her, bringing its

welcome weight onto her. Feeling filled and emptied, she inhaled his scent and

hers mixed on his lips. His beard scratched her cheeks and teeth closed in on

her blindfold, pulling it off. Her eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the dim

light and Richard cam into focus.

Overwhelmed, she parted her lips, about to beg permission to cum, only to feel

Richard's finger on her lips and a light warm breath coming over her face.

"You may cum freely, my pet," he said, as his body began to force its way

further into her very welcome depths. Richard watched as her head tiled back and

eyes close. He listened as her mouth parted and a brief song of pleasure. He

held her as she trembled, feeling his orgasm fill her.

She awoke as from a daze, cradled in Richard's arms, close to his heart. Her

blurry eyes alighted onto his smiling face. She reached up and tilted her head,

kissing his neck lightly.

"Why do you enjoy this so?" he asked her, his eyes showing that he knew her

answer.

"I love you more than words can say. I want to be yours in all ways and always.

You are my Master, my lover, and my friend." Her voice came lightly, almost

tender.

"I know, but why do you provoke me into punishing you?"

"Because... being good all the time is boring. Besides, it's as much fun as the

reward after."

Her face brightened into a grin that could only make Richard chuckle. Cupping

her head in his hands, he kissed her lips deeply, his passion radiating into

her. Returning his passion, she mumbled: "Wait till next time..."