It was Valentine’s Day and my boyfriend at the time was visiting me for the weekend. He had just went to my art gallery show the night before, and we were cracking open a bottle of wine in the kitchenette before going to my favorite band’s concert.
I was hinting at how I’d got him something special for tonight. I got cock rings because he loves withholding his orgasms, and the thought of the rings making him extra hard really turned me on. He was hinting that he got me something too, but I’d also have to wait. This was all forgotten though by the time we got to the concert. The band’s contagious dancey energy in the intimate venue left us elated, and we hopped on over to a local bar to get more plastered.
The relationship was rocky but we loved one another too much to leave. This resulted in a lot of fights when we couldn’t clearly communicate with each other, but it always guaranteed amazing sex. There was often this lingering tension between us like an undercurrent that we didn’t know how to navigate, and fucking was always the solution.
That night in particular though, we definitely had too much to drink. We ended up fighting about some bullshit. Don’t ask me about what, probably about who finished the wine or something. I definitely started it, and ended up crying out of pent up frustration. That shut him up and as soon as he holds and consoles me, his touch would make me feel more at ease and I’d want to kiss him to forgive and be forgiven. And that’s how it usually starts.
His anger is still there. It’s probably 4am at this point. I’m on top of him kissing his ear and neck. He takes off my clothes in between my leftover sobs. He takes off his belt and tells me to bend over. He kneels on the bed with one hand shoving my face down into the bed, and the other holding his leather belt folded into a spanking whip, holding it above me. He strikes my ass on one side and I hold in a groan. It stings so good.
“Who’s a bad girl?” His voice is cold.
I stay silent and bite my lip. He slaps me again with the belt, much harder and on both cheeks. I know it left bright red marks this time and it hurts so much that I let out a quick yelp. I swallow the rest of the pain and feel my pussy get hotter, and my wetness ooze over my clit. He puts down the belt to rub my ass in circles to diffuse the sting and any leftover guilt I felt about arguing, before picking it up again.
“Who needs to be punished?” He sounds distant and I know he’s turned on.
I am holding my breath. My face is stuffed into the bed and I can hardly think through the fog. He whips me again, across each cheek, then between my legs. I let out the scream I’ve been holding in and then a pathetic whimper after. “Me, me…” I mumble into the mattress. Everything throbs and wants him inside of me.
He put down the belt and is caressing my ass again. He’s leaning over me and lifts my head up by my hair gently. “What did you say?” He’s forcing me to look at him, tears still in my eyes.
“I’ve been bad and I need to be punished” I say defiantly, but a shake in my voice betrays me. He kisses me. “Good. Now get up so you can get into what I got you.”
He gets a harness out of his bag. It’s a harness with cuffs on my legs and arms that keeps me in spread eagle position. It gets tucked under the mattress so that I can’t move once I’m in it. He helps me get strapped in and I’m laying there with him standing above me.
I know he got aroused seeing how wet I got from him spanking me. It’s an old trick in our book. But seeing me in a helpless state works on him too. I watch him take off his clothes and he takes out his hard cock last. He kneels over my chest so that the tip rests between my lips. I open my mouth to lick off the precum but he pulls back a little.
“Do you want my cock in your mouth?” He’s looking down at me.
“Yes.” I clench my hands but I can’t move my arms towards him like I want. I have to beg to end this torture. “Please.” He holds his cock with one hand and sticks the head in my mouth. I lean forward for more but he holds my head down softly with his other hand.
“Do you want all of it down your throat?”
I just look up with my eyes big and a “mhmm” comes out from around his cock. He pushes into my mouth then. I try to open wide for him and he starts to fuck my face. My spit gets him entirely wet and it’s getting all over my chin. He takes it out when I gag and rubs his balls over my face and mouth, my tongue getting as much of a taste as I can.
He is leaning back to finger me while this is happening and I let all my moans escape into his full balls. “Fuck…” I hear him say, with his eyes on my body. “You’re so wet. Do you need to be fucked?” It’s not really a question because he’s already getting up and kneeling between my legs. I’m stuck here and my words mean nothing to him.
“Do you need to be fucked?” He asked again, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips and I can hear all the wetness squishing together. I just nod. He slowly pushes himself into me, but only half way and holds it there. He’s so thick I can’t help but sigh out of content. He looks up in silence, not moving.
Okay then, “I need to be fucked by your perfect cock. Please give me the whole thing…” I’m desperate, and needed him to fuck me senseless.
He pushes the rest of himself in me before he presses his body on top of mine and puts one hand on my throat. I gasp as he fucks me hard, and he’s kissing me between breaths. He puts his face down with his lips on my ear and sticks his fingers in my mouth.
He starts to whisper to me “Your pussy feels amazing. You are amazing. I can’t get enough of you… You’re my fucking angel and my devil, you know that?” Hearing this tears me up again, but also makes me want to come. And he knows. He leans back up and slows down his strokes so they’re slow and deep.
“You’re creaming all over my dick, baby. Good girl. I’ll let you come now” he says and uses one hand to hold me down by my waist, the other to rub my clit. My legs clench against the straps holding me down and my pussy pulses tightly over his dick as he continues to fuck me. I kind of blackout as I squeeze my eyes shut because it feels so good, and he keeps going. At this point I’m screaming from all the sensations, and a thought occurs to me that we might be waking up the neighbors at this ungodly hour, but I don’t really care.
He’s pounding his hips into mine and I know he’s going to come soon. “Please come inside me” I manage to say between shudders. He lets out a heavy groan with his eyes closed, collapsing his body on top of mine. We are panting at one another and when he opens his eyes he kisses me deeply before he goes to wipe me clean and unstrap me, finally.
We only had a couple hours before dawn. Before I fell sleep cradled against him holding him close, I realized I forgot about the cock rings. Maybe next time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t5b58r/punished_on_vday_fm