I leave his office and he starts after me, slamming the door behind him and grabbing me by the wrist, digging his fingers in, spinning me around. He’s furious, but I can’t help but keep smiling. All of this attention feels *so good*. My smirk takes him over the edge and he grabs me by the throat, slamming me up against the hallway wall with such a force that the picture frames jiggle and one smashes to the floor, shattering.
Still gripping my right wrist tightly, he holds my arm against the wall above me, putting his knee up between my legs to hold me up, loosening his grip on my throat a little bit.
“What’s wrong, Daddy?” I manage to squeak, innocently.
He leans in close and puts his cheek next to mine. Panting with rage, he whispers into my ear, fiercely and breathily “You think it’s fun to try to make me cum when I can’t? You like to tease me like that, DON’T YOU?” He screams the last in my face, spitting a little in the process. Then he leans back and looks at my face. I gaze back lustily directly into his eyes and bite my lip.
I blink my eyes once, slowly and answer with “HMmmmmm,” and a throaty chuckle. I can’t help but lick my lips. I’m so eager for my punishment. I want him to break himself on me.
He releases my throat and grabs my other wrist, pinning it up against the wall next to the other one and pinning them both there with one hand so his other is free to grope and squeeze my breast roughly. He presses his body against mine. I look up at him, neither one of us breaking eye contact. I can feel his cock against my belly getting hard again and I gyrate my hips against him. For a moment I think he’s going to fuck me right here up against the wall. Either that or hit me, which I wouldn’t mind. Almost nothing turns me on more than the taste of my own blood in my mouth.
I’m almost disappointed when he pulls my arms down behind my back, grabbing them with one hand and leading me through the kitchen. I probably could have twisted out of his grip right then had I wanted to. But I didn’t want to, not in the slightest.
With his free hand he finds the door to our basement, our dungeon. The lights are on but the room is dimly lit with dimmer sconces along the walls of the stairway and a giant chandelier in the center of the large open play space. Padding lines the floor and walls and in the center is a large wooden play table with a five point shackling rig.
We approach the table as we descend the staircase. He’s still holding my wrists, which will be quite bruised later on, and I want to tell him he doesn’t have to. I would follow him anywhere, let him doing anything he wants. In fact, I’d been begging for this for weeks with my intentionally naughty behavior and it was finally here. I felt relief flood me as he pushed me roughly toward the table and I fell on the floor before it, sitting at his feet.
“Get. Up.” He snarls, slowly and deliberately. His voice has a menacing quality that sends shivers through my whole body, sets my skin to tingling. My heart pounding, I stand before him, looking at his white knuckled fists squeezed tightly at his sides. His whole body and posture is tight, every muscle tensed. Poor Daddy.
“Undress. Now.” I unzip my skirt and pull it down, stepping out of it. I take off my top and bra too. “Turn and face the table,” he says in his precise, controlled manner. I turn and face the table, which is about waist high, and wait for his next command.
I hear him walking around behind me, rummaging for just the right tool to give me an appropriate punishment for my naughtiness. My breath catches a second while I wait in anticipation. I know he’s taking his time to choose carefully because he wants to wail wildly on me and not severely injure me.
Would it be a switch? Maybe the whiffle bat? He could really burn some energy off using that one, but that’s altogether not enough fun for the effort.
My personal favorite is the paint paddle we kept from when we first moved into this home and painted all of the rooms together, selecting to mix our own unique colors to represent our new life together. We’d been so horny one day that we got naked and fucked all over the paint-covered newspapers on the floor, which dappled our bodies with red and blue an-…
I’m brought out of my daydream by him softly swishing the falls of a flogger down the length of my back. I like this game we play, where I get to guess which toy he’s selected. He runs it down my back again and I open my hand, catching a few of the falls in between my fingertips. He quickly withdraws it before I get to rub the fabric. It was either the soft suede or the flannel one. I feel a creeping disappointment, but it’s his decision, after all.
“Bend over the table,” he barks. “Forearms to the wood.” Every time he says that it makes my toes tingle.
I obey his instructions and immediately feel a whiff of cool wind on my wet, open pussy as he swiftly lifts the flogger over his head, inches from my body. I hear the familiar whistling as it arcs back down, making impact with my right ass cheek. The sting explodes against my skin and I feel my tissue wobble against the strike. For a soft flogger jeeze did that hurt! He must be really letting himself go. *You’re welcome, Daddy*. I hold my breath and remain silent and motionless, which I know pisses him off to no end. ^..^
It whistles again as he brings it up and back down for another forceful lash on the same side. This time I wiggle my hips and push back against it, taunting him to do it harder. He quickly obliges and I let my breath out, taking in another bellyful of air as he comes down yet again on my right cheek.
The next one is on my left side, the right now throbbing and tingling delightfully. He’s switching sides to let the sting settle in on the other side, which will increase the sensitivity there for the next set of blows. He strikes harder now and faster, whipping my ass with the flogger. I lay my head to one side and rest my cheek on the polished wood table. The finish is cool on my cheek and I focus on the sensation there, dissociating emotionally from the throbbing stings on my bottom.
His next whack lands from below, directly on my pussy. This time I moan a little bit and one of my knees buckles, shifting my weight to that side. The next blow is directly in the center of my lower back, and when the falls leave my skin I can feel the wetness from the pussy strike left behind. I moan again from the knowledge of how wet and eager I am to be having this experience. I move my focus from my wet skin back to the feeling of the cool table on my stomach and breasts, the hardness of my nipples pressing into the wood, the hardness of the wood on my face. I reach my arms out ahead of me and grasp onto two of the shackles before me, stretching my arms out as I walk back a few steps toward him, elongating my torso and deepening my stance, presenting myself fully to his punishment.
Once he returns for the second round on my right side I can help but gasp with each strike. I imagine how red my stinging flesh is under his gaze and I moan again, losing myself. I’m not sure how long we remain like that, with me occasionally yelping and moaning as he burns himself out on my ass. He’s panting with exertion now and I feel like I’m on fire.
Suddenly then, it stops. Silence. He’s away from me and I feel alone with the lack of contact. Then I feel his hands on my ass, stroking my burning skin, no doubt admiring the heat and flush of my cheeks. He takes a handful of ass and pinches it and then slaps me firmly, making my flesh jiggle as I cry out. I hear him unzip his pants and feel my pussy widen as he forces himself deep inside me.
He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls me up to standing as he wraps his arm around my torso, lifting me up of the ground while still fucking me from behind, bouncing and dropping me on his cock. He withdraws himself and let’s go of my belly, using the fistful of hair to shove me onto the table. He leaps up to stand on top of the table. Grabbing me roughly and spreading my arms out, he shackles my hands to each side. Nimbly, he walks down to my feet, spreading my legs out, and shackles my ankles. The fifth shackle is at my neck, but he doesn’t secure that one.
He walks away again and I savor the soothing coolness of the wood on my burning ass cheeks, closing my eyes. When he returns he stands at my feet. I open my eyes. Lifting my head I can see him moving things around on the tabletop, but I can’t get up high enough to see what they are. I lie my head back down, surrendering to the experience.
I hear a squirting sound and feel the cool slipperiness of lube as he pushes something up inside my pussy.
“DON’T CUM!” He bellows, and I feel myself reflexively tighten around the device inside of me. He fumbles around for another minute, no doubt deliberately to heighten my anticipation. Everything this man does is deliberate, he doesn’t fumble.
He reiterates his instruction. “Whatever you do, don’t cum.”
I look up at the ceiling and inhale deeply, holding it for a second before exhaling a rush of air, relaxing myself and preparing for what’s coming.
Finally, he’s ready and I hear the click of a button and feel the yet-subtle vibrations of the bullet he put inside me. He lifts up the remote and waggles it at me teasingly and shows me as he presses the next button, amping the vibration strength up a notch. I can already feel my juices dripping out of me around the ridges of the almond-shaped device. My pussy wants so much to squeeze itself around it, clamping down and pressing it more firmly around my a, u, and g spots, but I take another big sigh and stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sensations below.
He walks up to my head, remote still in hand, and grabs my face roughly, his fingers digging into my cheeks and twisting my lips. “HERE bunny.” The first is loud and the second more quiet. “I need you here now” he whispers. Holding the remote over my face, he presses the next setting and I feel the bullet jiggling inside me, bouncing off of everything, leaving no spot unstimulated.
I arch my back and lift my ass cheeks off the table in a useless attempt to try to move away from the intense vibrations coming from inside me, but this only makes the vibrations more pronounced without the counter pressure of my body weight to still some of them. Instead, I lower myself back to the table tilt my pelvis back, pressing my ass firmly into the table and muffling the vibrations to a more tolerable level.
“No bratting, bunny. I know what you’re doing.” He walks away, leaving the remote on the table next to my head so I can stare at it. It’s on the highest level right now and maybe I can control myself if I can manage to muffle it by keeping the pressure on my ass, which is now numb; nonexistent.
When he returns, I hear the familiar hum of our hitachi and I release the pressure. It’s no use. I’m definitely going to cum now.
He stands over me with the wand in hand. Staring at me upside down, coldly and unapologetically, he switches it on and I see a twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. I feel his hard dick massaging my head and I try to turn toward it, desperate to do anything to distract him from his evil game.
“Don’t you dare fuckin cum,” he hisses.
He touches the hitachi to my labia and immediately I start panting. *I can’t cum, I can’t cum, icantcumicantcumicantcum* I repeat to myself, frantically reciting the mantra. He isn’t even touching my clit yet and I’m already starting to cum. I can’t help it!!
I suck air in between my teeth and pant a couple of times with my lips open and teeth clenched tight, like a woman doing Lamaze exercises. I close my eyes tightly, but he slaps me across the face. “HERE BUNNY!” My eyes shoot open. I start biting my lip, trying to move my attention to the pain. He moves the wand to my clit and I clamp down forcefully on my lip, my tooth breaking through the skin.
My tongue tastes the blood and that’s what finally sends me over. My heels dig into the table and I arch my back as I orgasm forcefully, grinding my hips to force my clit harder onto the hitachi. Mercifully, he holds it there for me and doesn’t move it away like he usually does. Instead, he unhinges the head piece, which drops down abruptly out from under me and my neck rolls back over the edge of the now-missing table top. Now I know why he hadn’t shackled my neck. He uses his fingers to press my cheeks firmly into my molars, forcing me to open my mouth or incur another oral injury. I open widely and he stuffs his cock inside my mouth, fucking it furiously as I cum harder into his hand.
My pussy feels like it’s crying as I explode inside. I feel a wave come from deep inside my pelvis and it rides to the front and I squirt forcefully, making the bullet shoot out from inside me.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and strokes rapidly “Don’t think I’m going to let you swallow this cum, you cum slut. You’re a bad bunny. You don’t deserve this cum.”
I whimper, both with the recession of my orgasm and at his refusal to grant me my favorite treat. Three strokes later and his hot sticky cum splashes across my tits. He rubs it all over my chest with his hand while he refastens the headboard latch. He slaps me gently across the cheek again “Nice bunny. I’ll see you after I finish my video call.”
He walks up the stairs, cuts the power to the sconces and slams the door, leaving me jizz-soaked and shackled to the table.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/852u66/tea_service_part_23_or_little_brat_gets_punished
You’ve got some talent. I can’t wait to read the conclusion and whatever you write next