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Adventures with Kane–Segment 001 (Kink: BDSM, group sex, humiliation)
Kane’s hands touched the back of my neck, sweeping my long braid to the side of my shoulder. His lips pressed against my skin and sent shivers down my arms and back. I knew what he was going to ask. I knew how I would have to answer as well.
Since the beginning of the relationship, we’d done this. I wanted to be the best, and he wanted to be with the best. Being seven years my senior and the expertise of over a decade of military service, he knew what I needed–discipline.
“Did you get everything done?”
I blushed. There was no way to conceal the truth.
“N-no.”
I never knew what the repercussions would be. The anticipation, the slight fear, the shame of not completing my tasks sent another wave from where his lips kissed my neck all the way down to my panties.
“Oh?”
He turned me around. I tried not to look him in the eyes. I did not have a good excuse. The truth is I spent only two hours working, and the last six fucking around on the internet with little done in between. I was a little too talented at procrastinating.
“I didn’t–”
“Look at me,” he raised my chin, “You can add a tic next to posture. Where is your notebook?”
“In the kitchen.”
His eyes were an intense chestnut. I could see the mischievous excitement sparking in them. He loved it when I succeeded, but my failure was much more pleasurable for him.
“Well, lead the way.”
It was a slow walk to the kitchen. I wondered how he would punish me. Would it be spankings? Sometimes he enjoyed using the leather strap just past the point I can bear. Those were my least favorite and usually reserved for more extreme offenses. I felt my heart quicken. He wouldn’t even need to see my notebook. My eyes cast to the floor as we drew near.
“Do you want to put two tally’s next to posture?” He demanded.
“No, sir.”
I straightened up the way he liked: full height, chin up, sternum up, back straight, and tummy tucked in. I was petite, just over five feet tall, with a fit hourglass shape and perky C cups.
“Why are the dishes not done? Hm? That is your chore.”
I blushed. We split the duties fairly. There was no excuse.
“I lost track of time.”
“What were you doing? Look at me.”
Looking him in the eyes was difficult. A firm expression overtook his normally playful demeanor. His tone was one I knew. There was no way I would dare argue or lie.
This was the most embarrassing part.
The Confession.
“I was playing MTG.”
“You were being lazy and procrastinating. What else didn’t you finish?”
“My writing.”
I almost looked down. As much as I did not want to be punished, most of all, I did not want to disappoint him or myself.
“How much did you get done?”
“Only 500 of the 3,000.”
“Fuck, Stoya, that is the worst you have done in a long time. Bend over the counter.”
My body tensed — the leather strap. I turned around to face the granite countertops. Despite knowing I should obey instantly, I hesitated. Kane pushed his hand into my back. Even if I wanted to, my strength would not match his.
“Hands on your head.”
I felt the anxiety, the fear. I closed my eyes and did what he said. He lifted my skirt up over my round, ivory ass. Endorphins rippled through as his fingers slipped my panties to the floor.
“Let’s see here.” I could hear him rifling through the pages in the book. It contained a detailed account of all of my successes and failures. “You didn’t write. That’s a big one, Stoya. You know that. How can you be the best if you do not have the discipline even to work? One count of bad posture today, three from over the last week, you embarrassed me at Leon’s party by getting too tipsy on Wednesday, the dishes are not done, and you wasted your workday playing games that should’ve been saved for tomorrow. The only thing you’ve done well is your workouts and food.”
“Ah!” I cried as a sharp, open-handed smack landed on my ass.
“Is that who you want to be, huh? A lazy nobody?”
I didn’t answer.
Another sharp smack caused me to coo and squirm.
“Answer me. IS that who you want to be? I can have a million girls with a nice body. Is that all you want to be? Lazy and stupid?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Don’t worry; I am here to help you learn.”
He stroked my hair and ran his hands down my back. I could hear the front door open. I tried to jerk up.
His steady hand held me in place.
I heard the footsteps walking up the stairs. My heart dropped. He’d never done anything like this. Nothing public. Just little games in the bedroom or things I didn’t prefer that turned him on. I tried to turn my head, but he pressed his fingers against my chin and cheek.
“You only got your workouts done, Stoya.” He said, “Unsuccessful, pretty girls are only good for one thing, being a slut. Do you want everyone to treat you like a slut?”
“No,” my heart was pounding, “Please, Kane.”
The steps grew closer.
“Shut up. You have to learn. If you don’t want to be treated like that, you need to work harder. Today though, you are going to be treated exactly how you acted.”
“Please, please,” I begged softly under my breath.
Whomever just walked in was about to see me there — sundress up over my hips. Ass fully bent over with no panties. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I said, shut up, Stoya.”
Then he laughed. I could hear the stranger pause around the corner.
His voice was no longer soft and personal. It boomed with full authority tinged with slight mercurial amusement.
“Alright, Stoya, I promise I will let you go if you are not wet right now.”
Whoever it was, was silent except for an awkward cough. They were watching. My face burned with embarrassment.
“Does that seem fair?” He gave me another light slap on my ass.
I hesitated. “Y-yes, sir.”
His fingers slid up my inner thigh. I squirmed away from his soft touch. One finger lightly grazed my lips.
“Oh, man, you are a little skank aren’t you? Look at that mess.”
He didn’t even have to enter me to feel how wet I was. It wasn’t fair. I was always wet.
“Please,” I begged.
“I said shut up. I don’t want you to say another word. You made your choices. You decided not to work. Now you have to take responsibility. Feet apart.”
I obeyed silently, spreading my legs.
I heard the stranger go to leave.
“Wait, stay man. Check her out.” Kane hollered.
I wondered who it was, which one of our friends was seeing me like this? How often would I have to run into them? I opened my mouth to object, but closed it as soon as I remembered what happened last time I did not accept my punishment.
Two fingers pushed into me. I gasped. At first, they ran up and down slowly. My body reacted instinctively every time they touched my clit. The mystery guest tried to plunge both fingers to me. I squealed. Only one would fit even with all the lube my body was producing.
“Stoya, do you know whose fingers are in you right now?”
“No, sir.”
The answer came out weak.
“Do you want to know?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Stand up and turn around.”
I wanted to prolong my face to the counter as long as possible. Things would be worse if I did. Things were always worse.
My jaw dropped.
It was our same friend I’d embarrassed Kane in front of at the party. I would never have thought him the type out of all our friends to be okay with this debasement. My face flushed crimson all over again. I could feel it racing down my neck and over my clavicles.
I think he was embarrassed as well. He didn’t make eye contact with me or say anything. He stepped back and leaned up on the island. Kane was smirking, practically bouncing, tanked with the power he had over me. The shame raced through me.
“Go stand over there in position one.”
I followed his directions and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my head and my feet apart.
“You didn’t know this about her, huh?” Kane asked our friend.
“No, uh, I didn’t expect this.”
“The truth is, Stoya is a little slut. You saw how wet she was. She loves this.”
I felt tears burning my eyes. I wouldn’t cry. It would make it worse. The shame was almost unbearable. The thought of having to look at our friend again, or worse, him telling everyone about this, made me slightly queasy. I had no idea how far Kane would take this.
“Tell him, Stoya. Look him in the eyes and tell him what you are.”
I looked him in the eyes, but I couldn’t say it.
“Stoya,” his voice unfurled in a low warning growl.
“I am a slut, Leon.”
“Go on, Stoya, tell him what you did at the party on Wednesday. Tell him what you did in his house all night. Tell him why you kept disappearing.”
I took a deep breath. Shit. Last week was exhilarating, but I never thought anyone would find out. It was part of the reason I ended up drinking too much and getting boisterous. It was one of the better punishments for failing a challenge. I knew I couldn’t stall. My face felt like it would never stop burning.
“I-I,” I took another deep breath.
“Eye contact!”
I couldn’t read Leon’s features. I couldn’t tell if he was merely entertained or turned on by this. Was he judging me? Was he going to tell everyone?
“I masturbated in all the rooms in your house.”
It came out in a rush. As if it was one word. I saw his eyes widen. He looked at Kane who just laughed.
“I told you she’s a slut.”
He looked back at me.
“With everyone there?”
“Y-yes.”
“Wow.”
That is all he said. I looked at Kane. I hoped this was it. This was all the punishment I would endure.
Kane walked towards me. He circled me like a predator about to attack its prey. He pressed himself up behind me. One hand ran up my inner thigh and slid inside of me. The hem of my dress was caught on his forearm, giving our guest a full view. His other hand fondled my perky tits.
I tried my best not to make any noises, but a moan escaped when he pinched my nipple.
“Good, no bra.”
His hands left. I let out a sigh.
“Look at Leon, Stoya, and don’t make a sound.”
I looked at him. I saw his weight shift as his cock grew harder.
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