I drag her to the center of the room.  The lights react to the movement they dim around the edge but shine brightly on the spanking bench.  My hands start to tear her clothing.  She is overwhelmed buy it and doesn’t resist.  Soon her satin blouse is on the floor in shreds.  Her skirt is torn and dropped by her feet.  She stands before me in a bra and a thong, her skin glistening in the bright light from the slight perspiration of fear that has formed.  I pull the bra up and off of her full big nippled tits.  I love the image of them bouncing as they fall from the confines of the lacy cloth.  I reach down and start to pull the thong up and deep into her ass and cunt.  I pull as she starts to tear up from the pain and the humiliation of being stripped.  The lace starts to tear with an audible sound and then gives away to the pressure.  She rocks back and almost falls as the fabric is wrenched away from her body.  Only my hand grabbing her by the neck prevents it.  I leave her heels on her lovely feet.  It is my house, my rules, right?

Instinctively she moves her hands to cover her sexy breasts and smoothly shaved pussy.  A crop appears in my hand and I snap her hands, “No, you never hide your body from me or anyone I allow to see you!”

“sorry… sorry, Sir”  Her eyes dart furtively around the room she can see glimpses now of more and more.  Things she only had ever seen on those webpages she visited.  Then they rest back on my face.

“I must punish you, Christina.  You have teased me and stood me up too many times.  Last week was just the last straw.  You have been a bad little slut.”  The word makes her eyes widen.  It was said so calmly, no even naturally, that it seemed almost normal, both for me to say and for her to hear.  Only soft whimpers are my reply.  ”You know you want someone to make you pay don’t you?”

“I, am scared, Sir.  I don’t mean to be a slut or a tease.  I can’t help it.”  Tears form in her eyes.  ”Sir, please make me be better person.”

I pull her to the spanking bench.  The light shines on it intensely.  I help her mount it.   The main beam supports her beautiful body.  Her shins rest on the lower supports which keep her thighs pulled tight and angled slightly toward her head.  Her forarms rest on supports that are slightly higher.  I move around the bench, cinching straps around her limbs, then over her lower back and then her upper back.  The position leaves her ass exposed and her pussy open and vulnerable.

I step aside and remove my sport coat, setting it on a nearby frame.  I roll up my white shirt sleeves.  Now ready, and keeping my lust in check, I step beside the bench.  One hand rests on her lower back, the other on the curve of her ass cheek.

“When I am done you will be in tears, you will be ready to beg for forgiveness and will be promising to be a better girl.  We will see if that’s enough.   Now, you will count each stroke as commanded.  And you will thank me each time I take a break.  Do you understand, slut?”

A tear filled voice replies, “Yes, Sir, Thank you Sir”

“Count these hand strokes, bitch”  The hand raises and falls landing on her tight ass.  I love the pinkness that already shows with this one strike.

“One”, she calls out in a breaking voice.

Fall after fall, each one getting a little more harsh till her ass very red and the count is one hundred, fifty on each ass cheek.  The tears are flowing.  I hear her say, “Thank you, Sir for punishing me.”

“Oh, little slut, I am not done, we just got started.”  A sharp cry escapes her lips, “What, did you think I was foolish enough to think that you had never been spanked before?  I know more about you than you think.”

I step away and come back with a small brown paddle.  It’s not that big but it’s thick.  ”Okay, start again at one, bitch, and if you mess up from here on we start that level over again.”

This paddle stings, it brings cries and gasps with each blow.  It also is great for getting the blood to flow to the surface.  I use it one hundred times again, fifty each.  To her credit she doesn’t falter in her count.  But  her cries and tears are deeper and more sincere.  I follow that paddle with another, bigger one.  Made of bamboo flooring, and the size of a small sword, it has a great thud/sting combination and is the kind of blow that she will feel from her ass to her head.  The tears really flow, her ass is turning a nice deep red now.  It is hot to the touch and tender by her reactions.  A few extra stingy strikes and she almost loses count twice but recovers.

As I spank I do notice that the pussy just below my paddles is getting more and more flush, it’s spreading itself to her gyrations.   I can see the glistening of wetness as the juices are flowing out with more and more ease with each spank.

I step away once again and come back with what I know will break this girl.  It is a ratan loop.  with each stripe it will leave two unmistakable lines of marks, each blazing a line of fire to her brain.

“Okay, slut, start counting now.”

The first strike lands on the back of her left thigh.  The lines are instantly seared into her flesh.  I pull back and wait for the count of three.  The only sounds reaching my ears are the sobs and gasps as her body processes the pain.

“Well, that one didn’t count then did it?  You forgot to count it, so I’ll start again now.”

“No, wo… wo… wo…One, Sir, Please”

“Too late slut.”  The next strike falls against her right thigh.  A cry of pain escapes her lips.

“One, Sir” she barely eeks out between her sobs and whimpers.

“good, slut”  The next one falls back on her left thigh.  A cry, a count.  The sobs starting to rack her body.  She maintains the count till the tenth one.  With a loud cry she realizes she forgot to count when I don’t strike the next one.

“Sir, please, please, please, I am so sorry!  Please!”, sobs the beautiful girl in front of me.  Her mascara streaks her pretty face.  Drool dribbles down her chin and pools under her on the padded bench.  But also her pussy is now oozing wetness.  I resist still touching it.  I just know I’ll not finish this if I do.

“Start over, slut” is all I say.  Over and over the loop leaves it’s trail on her body.  The back of her thighs and ass are soon covered with painful fiery stripes.  The rattan biting every time it lands.  Every blow brings a sob, a tremble and a count.  She carefully gets to twenty five.  I pause.  Fear grips her.

“Sir, I counted, didn’t I?”  her voice wails, cracking in fear and pain.  I don’t reply.  She starts to sob, and plead and beg, she is begging for me to forgive her for all she did.  She is begging me to stop.  Begging me to believe her.  Tears flood down her face, sobs rack her body.  She is begging to please me to do anything I want.  She is telling me what a slut she is.  What a mean bitch and how she needs someone to keep her in line.

She can’t see my smile I have on my face.  I lay down the loop and walk to the front of the bench.  I squat down and look in her eyes.

“Okay slut, prove it.”  I stand up, open my fly and pull out my cock.  She hungrily takes it in her mouth.  She sucks and licks and flicks.  She gags on it and I smile.  I love when they gag for me.  She takes it all, she seems to relish my face fucking.  I pull out and move to the back.  I put my cock against her wet, dripping pussy.  Oh it feels better than I ever thought.  I am use it roughly and I love the sounds she makes as I plow into her bound body.  Soon I am ready.  I pull back out, walk to the front, grab her hair and take her mouth.  Just as I am ready I pull out and spray all over her face.  Then wipe my cock in her hair.

I sit down on a near by chair and rest.  I watch as the cum drips down her face.  The tears continue, but they are different.  They are tears of surrender.  I smile.  Rising I move over to the bench and start to unstrap her.  When I am done I help her to her feet.  Then lay her down on a cot.  She drifts to a soft doze.

In the monitor room I watch again.  She stirs.  She winces as her thighs and ass rub on the raw canvas of the cot.  Suddenly she sits up fast.  The door is open.  Next to it on a table is a folded set of clothes.  She stands up and moves to them.  Reaching the door she looks around the room.  The only lit areas are the cot, the door and an area of the wall opposite her.  She pauses.  She looks.  She bites her bottom lip.  Her hand trembles.  She glances down the hall.  Then back at the wall.  Her body straightens, she walks to the brightly lit area.  A few movements later she glances once more down the hall.  Her eyes rest on that last photo.   She smiles as she looks down at the cuffs and chains that now hold her captive to the wall.  Only her neck is bare, but it won’t be for long as I get up and start to walk down the hall.

DomD

So what did you think?? Are you hard as a rock right now? I was dripping wet after reading this….now only to make it come true….hhhmmm… I see a video of this in the future ;)

love,

Christina