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THE DISCIPLINE
by arwen
She drove through
the pouring rain, wincing not at the sudden blasts of thunder
but at the pain caused by the clothespin affixed to her clit
that rubbed against her panties with each shift of the gears.
Sure she could have removed the clothespin until she arrived
at his house, but he would have noticed the lack of juices
such a sweet pain caused, as well as the lack of swelling
in her sex. Making him angry with her was the last thing she
wished to do this evening.
Pulling to the
curb in front of his house, she sat a moment, looking around
to see if any neighbors were out and about, although this
wasn't likely in the downpour. She was embarrassed that anyone
would see her struggling to walk, for she knew this clothespin
would cause her to walk with her legs apart, slightly bent
over to ease the torture to her clit. Fortunately, the street
appeared empty and she opened the door, becoming immediately
drenched as she slowly made her way out of the car. Standing
at his front step, she rang the bell, shivering as the cold
rainwater ran down her back.
He opened the door
and pulled her in by the hair, ignoring her grunt of pain
at having to move so quickly. Closing the door, he held her
against it with one hand on her chest while reaching for a
towel. He towel-dried her hair without saying a word, giving
her a harsh look as she attempted a pleasantry. She knew this
was a discipline night, and hushed immediately.
Without care, he
ripped off her blouse, letting the soaked garment fall to
the floor; her bra and skirt followed suit and she stood there,
naked except for her panties as he examined her. Heat rose
to her face, inexplicably embarrassed at the sight of the
clothespin protruding from the crotch of her panties; she
looked away as he squat down and began to run one finger along
the outline of the clothespin. Her legs spread slightly, wanting
him to remove the clothespin, wanting him to rub at her sore
clit; his continual outlining of the clothespin drove her
insane with desire. She flinched as his fingers slipped inside
her panties, pulling them down to her thighs, the sudden contact
to her sensitive skin giving her chill bumps all over her
body.
She looked down
as she saw him spread the crotch of her panties, her face
now a bright red as he saw that her panties were wet from
more than the rain; her juices left a slick mark along the
crotch. "We'll leave these on for now," he said,
standing. He lifted her arms over her head, the pressure of
his hands telling her to hold them there, crossed at the wrist.
She could feel the coldness of the door against her back and
ass as he pressed against one side of her, his face less than
an inch from hers. Her eyes swept to the side, looking away
from him submissively as he ran one hand over her breast,
cupping and hefting the orb, then lightly pinching the already
hardened nipple.
His hand roamed
down her round belly (she was not of the slim, model type,
but rather plump, although proportionate) and he watched her
face as his fingers found the clothespin. He began to flick
the clothespin back and forth, his pleasure in her small gasps
obvious in the hardness of his cock against her leg. She saw
his evil grin out of the corner of her eye seconds before
she felt him grip the clothespin and twist it; a grunt escaped
her as her hips thrust forward in a vain attempt to alleviate
the sudden pain to her tortured clitoris. He twisted and pulled
the bright blue clothespin, his body to one side of hers,
pressing her against the door. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering
in painful pleasure, accepting his desire to torture her clit
even more as she felt the juices run down her inner thigh.
Suddenly he stopped,
releasing her and the clamp at the same time, standing back
and allowing her to fall to the floor in weak-kneed desire.
She cried out as the clamp scraped against the wet tile flooring,
immediately moving herself to her knees, knowing the position
he desired; knees apart, thighs open, head to the floor, arms
extended outwards, palms up. Her thighs would not open as
far as she wished, as her panties were bunched around her
knees, but she managed to make an adequate submissive posture
for him.
He slapped her
ass hard and told her to lift her ass so he could see her
pussy from behind; she complied and he renewed his torture
to her wet clit. She lifted her ass higher, wanting him so
much to slip his fingers into her needy cunt, but he only
flicked the clothespin back and forth steadily, not heeding
her whimpers of desire. One more grab of her ass, a harsh
slap, and he rose, moving to stand with one foot on either
side of her lowered head.
"Greet my
cock, slut," he said, allowing his pants to fall to the
floor and kicking them aside, his member jutting out angrily
over her. She moved forward eagerly, anxious to please him,
her lips kissing and licking the tops of his feet, her tongue
trailing ever upwards. He sighed with pleasure as her lips
nuzzled his knee, her tongue sliding over his thigh to nuzzle
her nose against his balls; she loved the smell of him and
breathed his scent deep. Knowing his penchant for having his
balls licked, her tongue bathed his sac with her saliva, her
lips tugging at each ball, pulling it into her mouth to tongue
the fullness of him.
She began to reach
up, to move his cock to one side for better access to his
balls; the sudden whack of his belt against her ass made her
cry out and drop her hand. The sting of his belt was a hot
spot across one cheek, a reminder to her to only move as he
instructed. Her breath was warm and gasping against his sac,
her need to please him causing her to tremble all over as
her lips continued to bath his balls.
His hand reached
down and grabbed her hair, pulling her to the head of his
cock, demanding without word for her to suck him and she complied
with an eager, open mouth. He dropped the belt and used both
hands to hold her head in place, slowly stroking his cock
in and out of her mouth; a deep thrust into her throat made
her gag, but she swallowed the bile down and looked up to
his face, adoring him with her eyes and her mouth. His own
eyes closed as he enjoyed the softness of her lips, continually
pumping into her mouth as his hands held her in place.
He pulled out with
a grunt, obviously not wanting to cum in her mouth, just yet.
As he let go of her head, she again assumed her submissive
posture, waiting for his next instruction, her cheek pressed
to the tile, body trembling with her need for his dominance.
He stepped to the bar at the kitchen and picked up a long
handled plastic serving spoon, his favorite spanking utensil,
bending down to lift her by the hair and show it to her. "Drop
this from your pussy, and you will carry it in your ass."
He pushed the handle end into her uplifted cunt as she grunted,
then began to walk away. She gripped the handle as best she
could, but it was slender, and she felt it begin to slide
from her. He beckoned her to follow on her knees, and she
mewled in frustration as, rising, she felt the spoon slip
from her wetness and hit the tile floor. She spoke one word
in a trembling voice, "Sir" and dropped her face
into her hands, embarrassed she was unable to meet his demands.
He picked up the
belt and smacked her ass hard with it, leaving a rising welt
across both cheeks; then again the belt came down to make
a crisscross of redness. "One for not complying, one
for speaking, slut," he said, and picked up the spoon.
"Now what did I tell you would happen if you dropped
this spoon?" he demanded, "Speak now."
"I must carry
it in my ass Sir," she groaned from the floor and lifted
her red ass to accept the spoon handle in her starhole. He
pressed the wet tip to her ass, working it into her hole rather
gently but firmly, till several inches were imbedded within.
"Who's slut are you?" he asked, "Who's are
you to use in any way I see fit?"
"Yours, Sir,
I am yours to use, and I'm eager to be your perfect slut,"
she responded thru her hands, embarrassed, knowing how she
looked cowering on the floor with the spoon sticking from
her butt, the clothespin still attached to her aching wet
clit, her wet panties bunched around her knees. "Then
follow me, my pet, you are doing well," he said and continued
to walk towards the bedroom.
Her walk was not
so easy; the spoon waggled back and forth as she crawled,
the panties preventing her from making any real progress.
The clothespin was soaked with her juices, she could feel
the wetness sliding down her inner thigh as she crawled. By
the time she reached his bedroom, her knees were aching from
rubbing the carpeting, her ass was sore from clenching her
cheeks together to hold the spoon in place, and her clit,
oh her aching sore clit a constant reminder of her need.
When she entered
the room, he was sitting on the bed, feet on the floor, watching
her. He waited until she was postured in front of him, her
hands between his feet, her face to the carpet, before he
spoke. "Tell me what you are thinking and feeling".
She thought a moment, wanting to be completely honest with
him.
"I'm embarrassed
Sir, I feel humiliated with this spoon in my butt, and I'm
afraid you will not want me, seeing me this way. I don't have
a high self-esteem Sir, but I want your dominance so very
much that I'd endure anything to receive it. I want so much
to please you, and I'm trembling and wet with my need for
you." She was glad her face was hidden, as she knew her
cheeks were red from her admission.
He leaned down
and stroked her hair as he spoke. "Baby, anything I do
to you tonight is to help you grow, to bring us closer together.
The fact that you are willing to be humiliated and embarrassed
for me is a great beginning; you will soon learn to do all
I ask with eagerness and lust, and without embarrassment.
My goal is to set you free of all the restrictions in your
mind that you place on yourself, so you may writhe in your
submission under me without restraint." His hand on her
hair, the feeling in her sex and her rear made her quiver
as much as his words.
He told her to
rise, as slowly as she needed to, and lean on the bed, letting
her ass hang off. She had some difficulty, as she needed to
keep her ass clenched around the handle of the spoon, and
the clothespin on her clit swayed painfully with each movement.
He slipped her panties off then had her spread her legs and
brace herself, her knees against the side of the bed. She
moaned with pleasure as his fingers touched her sex, pulling
apart her outer lips to expose the now almost numb clamped
bud of her desire. She gripped the bedspread with both hands
as he released the clothespin, the rush of blood into her
clit making her gasp in pain; her gasp turned to a whimper
of pleasure as he used her juices to rub the engorged bud.
Chuckling softly
at her lust, as her hips rose up to meet his fingers, he manipulated
the bud, bringing a flood of her juices to drip over his hand
and down her legs, her ass cheeks still clenched around the
large spoon protruding from her rear. With one hand he massaged
her sex and with the other he began to gently twist the spoon
back and forth; her ass relaxed from its gripping duty and
her moans became more pronounced.
He had her bring
one hand back and hold the spoon as he climbed onto the bed.
He lifted her head and looked into her eyes; she melted in
adoration at the sight of his smile. "Who's slut are
you?" he asked. "Yours, Sir," she replied.
"Then show me your lust pet, fuck yourself in the ass
with the spoon."
Her face reddened
and her eyes dropped as she began to pump the spoon in her
hole, but he lifted her chin and smiled into her face; with
such a look from him she felt her heart swell up with adoration
for him and began to get into the feel of the spoon handle
going in and out of her ass. She moaned with pleasure, her
legs parting and lifting her rear to meet the spoon handle,
urged on by his grin of pride in her.
She pulled the
spoon out and dropped it onto a towel by the bed at his command.
He patted the bed next to him and she climbed up eagerly,
nestling in his arms. He brought one of her hands to his hardness
and urged her to stroke him; her soft un-calloused fingers
gripped his thick member and began long loving strokes as
he kissed her passionately. He groaned into her mouth with
his struggle to overcome his own need to cum, but her hand
was so soft and warm he was unable and he spewed onto her
thigh.
He held her close;
she could feel his heartbeat thru his chest, calming as his
orgasm faded; her love for him was so strong she felt like
crying. She thought he would fade to sleep now, as most men
do, and indeed he seemed to drift off for a bit. Her hand
left his cock, still hard, and she licked at the cum on her
fingers. He opened one eye and smiled at her. "Did you
think that was it, love?" he asked, chuckling in that
deep voice. She blushed and nodded.
Turning to lay
atop her, he lifted her hands over her head, attaching them
to a shackle in the middle of the headboard. "Not by
a long shot," he said. With her help, he lifted her legs,
spreading them wide, attaching each to a leather cuff at either
side of the headboard, leaving her spread open wide before
him. She let out a gasp of whimpering fear as he reached over
the side of the bed and produced a flogger. He had never used
a flogger on her before, had always used his belt, his hand,
or the spoon and certainly never smacked her anywhere but
on her ass cheeks. He gently stroked the flogger across her
pussy, watching her wide eyes as they followed its progress.
"Beg for it,
my slut; beg me to flog your pussy," he said, the flogger
continuing it's gentle strokes across her wet swollen sex.
She was unable to speak at first, horrified that he'd actually
whip her engorged labia; the pain would be too intense, she
was certain. But something clicked in her mind, a little voice
that said 'trust him'.
"Smack it
Sir, oh please flog my aching pussy, please, I beg you to
hit it hard Sir," she said, all in a rush of words. He
almost looked surprised, then grinned. "Well, since you
put it that way, of course I will oblige." Then the pain
began.
She cried out with
the first lash of the flogger, indeed the pain was sharp thru
her engorged sex; her tortured clit throbbed as a few strands
of the flogger hit directly onto the bud. Again and again
the flogger lashed across her wetness, spraying her juices
across her thighs; her grunts and moans punctuated with the
sharp thwap of the flogger. Nor did he flog just her pussy;
he lashed her across the thighs, her exposed breasts, her
arms and the backs of her legs, leaving no part of her unmarked
by it's cutting sting. She screamed between her teeth as the
flogger caught her tiny starhole as it made it's way across
her ass.
After awhile, she
noticed she didn't feel the flogger's sting as much as before;
she seemed to float into a haze of desire and pain. In the
back of her mind, she recognized this as the endorphin rush
she'd heard spoken of so many times but had never experienced.
She began to relax a bit and looked forward to each new smack
of the flogger, wanting him to never stop so she could continue
in her submissive daze.
Panting with his
effort, he stopped and looked down to admire her prone body,
now striped with his lust. "Th-th-thank you Sir, more
please," she whispered, obviously surprising him. His
broad smile told her he was pleased. "Well done pet;
you have learned much tonight." He dropped the flogger
and bent his mouth to her wetness, taking her clit between
his lips. Just a few rubs between his lips, a gentle bite
to tease, and she was ready to cum. She begged him to allow
her release, her voice raspy with her need. He said nothing
and continued his sucking of her pussy, his mouth taking her
entire labia between his lips and pulling upwards.
She closed her
eyes, struggling not to orgasm without his permission, a strict
taboo in their relationship. Her legs were tight with the
oncoming rush, and she groaned, knowing she couldn't hold
it off for very much longer; the torture and abuse of her
clit had taken its toll, she was ready. Suddenly, she realized
he was no longer lipping at her cunt, he was leaning over
her, his cock positioned at her cunt. "Cum for me, precious
pet," he said and thrust into her hard.
She cried out as
the hairs of his crotch grated against her clit, the thrust
of his thick hardness into her sudden and delicious. She spasmed
again and again, her walls contracting around his thrusting
member, her labia and clit throbbing as she struggled to get
more of him inside her, writhing in her orgasmic bliss.
Without missing
a single thrust, he untied her legs, letting them wrap about
his waist, then reached up and unshackled her wrists, bringing
her hands up behind his neck. He lifted her so they were in
a sitting position, he on his knees and her impaled upon his
cock. She wrapped both arms around his neck and hung on as
he thrust up into her, his hands gripping her red-striped
ass, kneading and lifting her, then allowing her to drop back
onto his hardness fully. In this position they thrust together,
grunts and moans escaping each of them, fitted together as
if one; she felt as if their hearts were beating in perfect
rhythm, their bodies entwined. She surprised even herself
with yet another orgasm, shaking within his arms, her cunt
constricting and holding his hardness as tight as possible.
He spewed into
her, both of them shuddering with pleasure as together they
reached orgasm; the smell of their lust wafting upwards as
they kissed, tongues as entwined as the rest of their sweat-soaked
bodies. He lay her back down, then collapsed on top of her,
neither ready to disengage from the other. He held her head
in his hands, kissing her gently over and over, whispering
his pride and love.
She glowed with
his pleasure in her, her face angelic under his praise. Together,
they drifted off into a deep slumber, still entwined, neither
wanting to end the moment. Her smile never left her, even
as she slept, for she knew the love of his discipline, knew
they would awaken to even more.
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