She was in the bedroom when Richard returned. The weakness in her knees when she heard the door open reminded her that she should have been at the door to greet him. She knew her punishment. She knew that Richard would enjoy it, which is why she planned to be late. Feeling naughty, she sat right in front of the bedroom door and let her hand caress her sex. Imagining it was his hand, she continued, moving faster, feeling her lips puff up and respond instantly.
"What are you doing?" Richard asked, seeing her kneeling on the floor near orgasm, something he did not want her to do without permission.
"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to," she said, her lips defiantly curled into a smile.
Richard looked down at her and spoke slowly, "Wait for me on the bed, I will return."
With those words, he went downstairs, and she hurried back to the bed. She lay there, listening to Richard in the house, boldly touching herself again.
Her lips trembled as she lay still on the bed, awaiting her Master to return. Each of his steps echoed in her ears making her heart jump as she felt him come closer. He laid his fingers on her hips causing her to yelp with lust, his fingers flowing down her legs slowly. He watched as she quivered, his fingers caressing her soft curves. Richard's eyes locked on her face, watching her as he laced the rope around her ankles, securing them spread to each post.
As he watched, Richard saw her face color, grimacing in her fight to follow his order not to look away.
"A lovely color," he said, "I am going to enjoy you."
Much to his delight, she blushed deeper.
Richard teased his captive victim as she wiggled under his touch. Circling his fingers over her ample breasts, grazing her nipples while she shuddered and moaned, Richard leaned forward, pressing his lips roughly to hers, and crushed them as he twisted her nipples. Moaning, she reached up to savor the kiss Richard gave her. Allowing his hands to flow up her sides, he traced over her arms and pressed her wrists to the bedpost. Still kissing her deeply, he parted her lips with his tongue and secured the cuffs on her. Richard grinned feeling her struggles to get free.
Stepping away from her, Richard looked down at the body before him. Each inch writhing toward him, her moans echoing her desire to please, to be touched again. He turned to the night table, opened the small cabinet where he kept the nightly toys, pulled out his short crop and remote vibrator.
"Have you been a good girl?" he asked her, pushing her breasts around with the crop.
"Y-yes S-sir," she stuttered, the anticipation making her aware more of her nakedness.
The air swirled around her sex, enhancing the wonderful frustrating torture. Her breasts shook with her labored breath, saying, "Please S-sir," as best she could.
"Please what?" Richard asked coyly, tracing the head of the crop over her belly, gently lapping at her sex.
She visibly shuddered, writhing on the satin sheet spread open for him, helpless.
"Please Sir, I want to cum for you," her lips mouthed as the crop tapped lightly on her clit, the leather biting at her already swollen sex.
Grinning, Richard leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "You will... we have yet to begin."
Fanning his fingers over her quivering flesh, Richard silenced her while his crop continued to tap. He watched as the wide leatherhead slapped her clit, just rising again for more. Placing the crop flat on her thighs, he moved closer to rub lightly on her sides, caressing her quivering form. She writhed, trying to direct Richard's fingers over her body in a futile attempt. Richard's eyes gazed down at her, lifting his hands to watch her tremble, letting them only brush her even softer. Each time his touch left her body, she moaned for its return.
Richard stood next to the bed, his body blocking the candlelight, so she could only see his silhouette as he reached for the vibrator. Leaning her head forward, she saw his darkened figure and felt the cool vibrator slide over her inner thigh. Stroking up and down, Richard teased her by letting it vibrate close to her sex, yet not touching. She continued to groan, each time louder than the last. Richard leaned back rhe light momentarily blinding and she welcomed the return of his shadow.
In his hand, he held a gag designed to fill her mouth. A penis gag.
"Please no Sir. I will be quiet," she said, knowing that he would do it anyway.
Richard lifted her head; cupping it in his hand he held the gag in plain sight, "The sound of your desire distracts me. If I am distracted, your punishment will last longer. Do you want that?"
Racked with need and lust, she nodded, opening her mouth for the plastic phallus gag. Richard slipped it in, looping and securing the straps around her head.
Leaning forward, he lightly kissed her forehead, while rapidly wiggling his finger over her engorged clit. She attempted to moan, to scream her thankfulness for his attentions, but it only came out as a muffled whimper. The gag worked. Richard moved his lips lower, kissing her lightly, torturing her with gentle touches. She responded by arching up to him, savoring even his beard rubbing against her skin. He feasted savagely on her breasts, mouthing them, nibbling, concentrating on her nipples. She closed her eyes, each sensation shooting straight to her hungry sex. He lifted his face, pulled her nipples toward him with his teeth, her muffled desire sounded through the gag.
"You are as sensitive as ever." Taking up the vibrator, he gently slipped it inside her, roughly pinching her nipple. She writhed vainly attempting to turn it on. Richard drove it into her, stopping short and threatening her to pull it out if she moved again. She lay still, breathing heavily.
Richard reached into the cabinet and took out his suede flogger, lifting the crop from her thighs, trailing the ends over her breasts. She shuddered, her body confused, wanting to move to the touch and run from it as well. In his hand, Richard spun the flogger, causing the air to swirl around her now sensitive breasts, catching the ever-hardening nipples occasionally. She whimpered, wanting to beg permission to cum for Richard's pleasure, to end her torment. Richard shifted suddenly, and while still spinning the flogger, struck her sex and inner thighs.
She spread herself wider, trying to obscenely thrust her crotch where the soft suede would land. Richard swung the flogger, causing it to strike her sex, thighs and breasts, the soft material lapped at her blushing body. He chuckled to himself, using the crop to awaken the area he was to strike next. Moaning through her gag, quaking with need, her breath coming rapidly under the assault, throwing her head back thinking that now was the time, now she could cum, only to feel Richard stop the flogger and crop inches from her. Her eyes wide, she looked at him, staring, pleading not to be tortured so. He just grinned and stepped back, rolling the spanking bench next to the bed.
His hand slowly trailed over her skin, he felt as she attempted to press her body into his grasp. Watching her eyes carefully, he cupped her head and lifted it. She rubbed her cheek in his palm, moaning through the gag, watching as Richard slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She visibly shook, feeling his body, his heat. Removing the gag from her mouth, he kissed her lightly, finding her more than willing to receive.
He broke the kiss and stepped away. She lay quivering on the satin bedspread, silently listening for what he would do next. The shift of air played over her skin, the creak of a hinge, and then a sensation of something moving over her belly. Slowly these things lowered to her sex, her head turned side to side as she released longing sighs. Something circled around her breast, pressing harder and wrapped around it. She recognized it as his hand. Arching her back, she tried to give more of herself to Richard's touch, only to feel him pull back. Sighing, she lay back down and felt the fondling hands again, kneading her breast.
She heard his voice, seemingly from a distance, say, "Keep still my pet, and this will be over soon."
Her lips tried to move, to bring voice that she would do as told, but it only came out as a grunt. Kissing her, crushing her lips under his, his hands rose to release her wrists, rubbing them softly. She lay there, suckling his tongue, not wanting him to move away. She could feel his chest grinding against hers, teasing her nipples. She felt his body slide over hers, caressing her back and lifting her up to him.
Floating in air, she felt the cold leather of the spanking bench settle against her torso, chilling her heated breasts. On her instincts, she hooked her arms under the bench and took hold of the handles, feeling swift and strong fingers wrap the cuffs about her wrists. Her ass lifted, as if to welcome what was to come, but nothing came. After a suspenseful moment of stillness sudden, cold drops fell on her ass. Squirming, she settled into the cold of the drops, wanting to feel them fall against her sex but her desire was thwarted as Richard dripped it closer only to pull away.
Humping her pelvis against the bench, she yelped as the drops came down again, this time hotly. Like molten rock they burnt into her sensitive cheeks. A hand came and slapped her ass, shaking the cheeks, giving a slight respite from the dropping lava.
Another smack, but this was heavier. Many fingers landed across her ass. She cringed, tensing for the next blow, only to feel it come lightly. Relaxing, she raised her ass, hoping that whatever it was would catch her clit and relieve her at long last.
"Relax my pet," his voice echoed as another thudding and hard smack came to her. Fighting herself, she relaxed her behind and felt the blows cascading up her body and slamming down into her sex. Moaning wantonly in time with the spankings, she widened her legs hoping she would please him and be forgiven, ending this punishment.
With a hand fanning over her ass, she relaxed lying against the bench. He began to knead her muscles and she felt the touch course through her body, pulsating into her sex. She felt lips brush against her ear, heard his soft voice, "Very good my pet, you have taken this well."
A light buzz began, the sound of the familiar vibrator sang in the air; she excitedly drank up his words, "Now your punishment is done. Your reward comes now."
She squealed with delight, her body trembled awaiting his touch. The buzz followed the line of her back up to her ears. Growing louder, the sound encompassed her, blocking everything else. As it slowly died away, she began to notice that a hand no longer held her ass. A heated flush radiated there, a slow seeping of warmth came over her. A welcome fire. She melted, her body slumped against the bench. On her upper arm, she felt the shakes of the vibrator like electricity, going to the very center of her. She felt a wide smack on her ass. Again it came, causing her to moan aloud, the hit echoing throughout her entire body.
Her hips rocked up and down, moving involuntarily, rubbing her mound against the padded leather of the bench. Her legs were moved, folded up under her, arching her back, and forcing her ass up higher. She could feel her sex spread on its own, puffed up noticeably, feeling as if it was her body. Gasping, her sex opened to Richard. Wanton with a burning need deep within, she hunched her body, bringing herself closer to him. Sound was lost to her in this sea of sensation, feeling hands take hold on her body, wanderers' exploring not so distant shores. Her wrists released and rubbed, lifted up and over causing her to fall, tumble down into a strong set of arms. The cool leather licked her back as she was set down, her legs spread wider.
Gentle kisses covered her neck, lightly showered her chest, teased her nipples, moved down, down. Her breath came quicker, anticipating what was to come next. Richard's mustache brushed against her mound as she felt his breath cool her sex, stoking the fire. Every inch of her body was connected to her one tender and sweet spot. Her entire world revolved on this moment, the act of surviving the punishment she wanted and giving herself for his pleasure. Thinking on how happy he was to have her, to be given such a precious thing as herself, only heightened her joy as his tongue began to touch her.
Moaning, more like screaming, she spoke her love for Richard with each breath. Fighting her animal instincts, she kept her pelvis still, letting Richard savor her hidden and most private self. Feeling his lips move from hers, she boldly spread her legs more and tilted herself upward. She expected to feel his special kiss, but was delightfully surprised.
With tantalizing force, Richard entered her with the vibrator. She sighed, hoping that he would take her for himself. As she clenched to the phallus within her, she realized that it was not the vibrator but something far better. Smiling widely and cooing with glee, she let her arms fly upward and wrap around the body before her, bringing its welcome weight onto her. Feeling filled and emptied, she inhaled his scent. His beard scratched her cheeks and his teeth closed in on her blindfold, pulling it off. Her eyes blinked quickly, adjusting to the dim light and Richard came into focus.
Overwhelmed, she parted her lips, about to beg permission to cum, only to feel Richard's finger on her lips and a light warm breath coming over her face.
"You may cum freely, my pet," he said, as his body began to force its way further into her very welcome depths. Richard watched as her head tilted back and eyes closed. He listened as her mouth parted and a brief song of pleasure. He held her as she trembled, feeling his orgasm fill her.
She awoke as from a daze, cradled in Richard's arms, close to his heart. Her blurry eyes alighted onto his smiling face. She reached up and tilted her head, kissing his neck lightly.
"Why do you enjoy this so?" he asked her, his eyes showing that he knew her answer.
"I love you more than words can say. I want to be yours in all ways and always. You are my Master, my lover, and my friend." Her voice came lightly, almost tender.
"I know, but why do you provoke me into punishing you?" he said, his voice with a subtle twinge of anger.
"Because... being good all the time is boring. Besides, it's as much fun as the reward after." Her face brightened into a grin that could only make Richard chuckle.
Cupping her head in his hands, he kissed her lips deeply, his passion radiating into her. Returning his passion, she mumbled: "Wait until next time..."
Originally published May 2006 - "Hot Tamales"