Bad Girls Need to be Punished

You are standing in my room, the air is warm, but the wooden floor beneath your bare feet is still cool. In the flickering candlelight, I have just tied a scarf over your eyes, and stepped back to look at you; the colour of your shirt and trousers lost to the darkness. Your long hair, tied in a single thick braid, hangs down your back.

I step towards you, close to you; close enough to feel my breath on your neck. I raise my right hand, stroking your cheek with the backs of mu fingers as I reach to grab the back of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss. Your soft lips against mine, your tongue finding mine. You raise your hands to hold my head, running your fingers into my long hair. Pressing each other together, our kisses are deep and passionate.

I break the contact, leaving each of us breathless. I whisper into your ear to put your arms behind your back. As you move to obey my command, I walk round behind you, grabbing a length of doubled rope from the dark wooden chair in the corner. I grab both your arms and pull them up horizontal behind your back, your wrists pressed together. You feel the roughness of the rope on your skin as I slowly wrap it around your wrists, then the sharp tug as the knot is pulled tight.

I begin to run my hands softly over you body, starting with your arms, feeling the shape if your muscles beneath the sleeves of your shirt. From your arms, my hands reach your shoulders and the back of your neck, a few gentle squeezes begin to releave the strain of the day from your body and allow you to settle into the moment. Now my hands trace down your back, crossing your tied wrists, so the base of your spine. Before I reach your ass, I instead run my hands round your sides to your stomach, and begin to slowly move up. I press myself into you as my hands near your breasts.

With a light touch, I caress the underside of your breasts, up the sides and across the top; teasing you be keeping my fingers away from your nipples. Moving round in front you I reach up to grab the back of your head with both hands, threading my hands into your hair. I tighten my grip, tugging your hair as I pull you in for a kiss.

Walking back round behind you I take hold of the knot tying your wrists, making sure it is holding you tight. Now you can feel me run my hand up your back from the know, and you feel the rope in my fingers. My hand moves across to the left, pulling the rope with me, then around your upper arm and across your chest, before looping back round your right arm to the line on your back. You can feel me pass the rope around itself and I pull the tension tight before passing the rope slowly back round in the other direction. Now I pass the rope under one arm then the other, passing over the rope across your chest to hold it down. Again you feel me tighten the knot at your back. Now I pass the rope around your arms again; this time just beneath your breasts, and tie it off again at your back. Your arms are tied tight, no way or wriggling free. No way of resisting me. I'm not quite done yet. I pass the last of my rope over one of your shoulders and under the bottom line of rope  between your breasts, and back over your other shoulder. As I tighten it and tie it off, the bottom line of rope lifts, pushing your breasts out deliciously.

I remember moments leading up to tonight. Every remark, comeback, playing with yourself and cumming without my permission, and tonight you were late. I break from your kisses. "You have been such a naughty girl this week", I whisper into your ear, causing you to gasp with anticipation of what is to come. I slowly stalk round you, taking you all in. I step to your left side. You flinch as my right hang gently touches you ass. I whisper in your ear again, "Naughty girls need to be punished", before giving you a swift smack.

You gasp and shudder at the impact, and again as I swiftly smack the other cheek. "Did you think you could get away with misbehaving?" I ask. Another smack, harder this time, and again and again. Your legs begin to tremble. "Don't you dare drop! Stand up straight", I command, forcing you to steady yourself. "Feet apart." You shuffle your feet slightly. "Wider", I growl with impatience, gently but forcefully pressing the inside of your ankle with my foot.

I begin to gently stroke and massage your ass, occasionally running a finger down between your cheeks, not quite touching your hole, nor quite reaching your pussy. Whenever I felt you relaxed too much, I would give you another smack to remind you. Now I begin sliding my hand deeper between your ass, teasing your ass each time I pass to touch your pussy. I can feel the heat of your wetness through your clothes. Grabbing your belt at the back, and jerking it up, I say, "These need to come off."

Now I begin to remove the rope binding you. I remove it slowly, with each loop and tie undone with care, while I keep the tension tight until the last. With your arms free, I gently massage your wrists. You move to touch me, but I command you to stop; I am far from done having my fun with you.

I start to slowly undress you. Beginning with your blouse, unfastenting each button one at a time before sliding it back over your shoulders and down your arms. Your breasts, now free of your blouse but held by your bra, heave deliciously with each heavy breath you take. I take a moment to appreciate the contrast of your dark underwear against you soft, pale skin. "Your bra too." You hesitate for a moment before reaching behind you to undo the clasp, before slowly sliding each strap from your shoulders and dropping it to the floor. You cover your breasts with your arms and turn your head away in embarrassment. "I didn't tell you to cover yourself. Lower your arms and lift your head!" as you move to obey I swiftly slap your left breast, making you start with surprise. "Don't hide your body from me again! You are mine to enjoy. You are a bad girl, and I am here to punish you."

My hands move down to untie your belt and the fastenings of your trousers, which easily fall to the floor at your feet. "Step out of them." This time there is no hesitation to obey. I take a moment to gather your clothes and put them aside. Stepping in front of you again. "That was better. You've earned a kiss,"  I whisper, before stepped close and pressing my lips to yours, my hands holding your head. You reach up to put your hands on my arms. At the touch I break away and smack your other breast. "Did I say you could touch me yet?" I grown. "You were starting to behave. It looks like you need more discipline. Hold still. Don't move." From behind, I press my body close, my arms wrapping around you. "Your legs are closed again," I whisper as I push them apart with my leg.

I return to touching your body as before, relishing the difference feeling your naked skin against my hand, and the heat from your body. I move my hands down your back and across your ass before moving round to your front, where my hands caressed your neck and your breasts, avoiding your nipples, and your stomach down towards your pussy, but stopping painfully close.

Grabbing your hair I turn you around and guide you across the room. "Lean forwards for me, further, and put your hands out. Keep your legs straight and apart." Your are now bent over, with your hands resting on the hard surface of the black wooden bench at the bottom of the bed, and your ass is pushed right out for me.

"When you're naughty, when you talk back and misbehave, this is what you get." I say before the first blow comes. The palm of my hand slaps the right cheek of your ass, not too hard, but you know it will get harder. Now the second blow, as strong as the first, connects with your left cheek. "You know you're a bad girl who needs to be spanked, don't you?" I grown and smack your ass, harder this time. "Don't you?" Forcing you to reply, trying to catch your breath. "Say it again. Make me believe that you know you need punished." You reply again, better this time. "Good." I strike your ass again and again, harder and faster, until you cry out and your legs start to give way. I stop and say, "Keep your legs straight." You struggle to obey but you still straighten your legs, shaking slightly, but straight. Your ass is glowing with a rich pink colour. My hand stings.

You hear the sound of a drawer open and close, then feel the touch of leather on your back, lots of thin pieces of leather. I trail the flogger down your back and over your ass, the straps fanning out across your body, before raising it for the first strike. I start with a few gentle strokes across your ass, then a few across your back, and then the backs of your legs. The skin of your back and legs begin to redden, and your legs start to shake, but you keep them straight. I start to strike harder, making you cry out. A few more quick strokes across your ass, then I stop. You hear me throw the flogger onto the bed and sit on the bench beside where your hands are resting. I yake your hands and turn you towards me, guiding you down until you are laying across my knees. You hear the pop of a container open, then the feel of my handhan, the lotion cool on your tender skin. I spend several minutes softly rubbing it into your skin as you begin to relax, my legs taking your weight.

I click the cap back onto the bottle, and place it on the bed next to the flogger, before gently bringing you to your feet and standing in front of you. "Kneel for me." I command, and you obey. You can hear the soft rustling as I unbutton my shirt and take it off, then the clinking as I undo my belt before I remove my trousers. "Put your hands up in front of you," I say, taking hold of them as you raise them. "Now you have permission to touch me. Do you want to touch me?" You nod shyly. "Tell me. Tell me you want to touch me. Tell me you need to." Even in the dim candlelight I can see you blush as you respond. "Here," I say as I guide your hands to my dick.

You wrap one hand around my dick and hold my balls in the other, and start stroking; slowly but firmly. I can hear your breathing getting heavier. "Use your mouth." I feel your hot breath, then your lips grip me. You slowly push my dick into your mouth, pushing back the skin as you take me in, deeper and deeper until I hit the back of your throat, before slowly sliding me out again. Your saliva glistens on my swollen flesh. You take a few deep breaths and take the head of my dick in your mouth again, stroking at the same time. "Play with it. Have fun with it. Show me how much you want it." You follow my command; you lick you suck, you stroke, you take me in deep until you choke. You begin to suck harder and faster. My dick is rock hard, and my balls tighten. "Make me cum. Take it all, take every drop." A few moments pass and I unload in your mouth. As I cum you slow your pace, stroking my dick and sucking out every drop, making me shudder and gasp as you pull me from your mouth. You lick your lips and smile, not a drop in sight. "Good girl," I whisper, my breath shaking. "Now a little treat for you."

I take your hands and raise you to your feet, pushing your legs apart, and bind your wrists in front of you. Hooking my thumbs under the sides of your underwear, I draw them slowly down so that you can step out of them. They are soaked with your juices. You can hear the sound of wood against wood as I move something in the room. Taking your hands in mine I say, "Sit. It's okay, I've got you." Lowering yourself gently, putting your weight on me to keep your balance, you find yourself sitting on my bench with your legs on either side. I give you a kiss, then take hold of your right leg. You can hear the sound of rope, then feel its touch as I bind your leg to the side of the bench and the same with your left leg; your legs are kept spread for me, exposed to me, and you cannot close them. Now I take hold of the rope binding your wrists and pull them over your head and backwards, forcing you to lie back on the bench, before tying it to the bench as well so you cannot sit up or use your hands. You have no way of fighting what is to come.

You feel me run my fingertips from your right knee up your leg, across your hip and stomach, sqeeezing your left breast and up to your throat before letting go. I take my time enjoying your body; the feel of it beneath my touch and the way it looks stretched out for me, exposed, with the candlelight playing across your skin. Now using my whole hand; massaging your inner thighs, but not touching your pussy; squeezing your breasts, but not touching your nipples.

Once you are squirming with the torture of my touch, my fingers find your pussy; the tips of my fingers giving the lightest touch. I caress the lips of your pussy like this for some time, building the tension, stroking and squeezing but still not touching your clit. Eventually, when I am ready and you cannot stand the torture any longer, I push my finger deeper. I find your wetness, you are soaked, and my touch finally connects with your clit causing you to cry out; your body shudders under my gentle touch. Continuing to rub your pussy and your clit, I can feel your pleasure rising, getting closer and closer to orgasm. You beg me to let you cum, but I refuse to let you, "Not yet. You have to hold it." You plead and plead with me to let you, but again and again I refuse. I can feel that you are at the point where you cannot hold on any longer, and I stop. You whimper and cry, shaking your head and squirming your body at being denied your release. Your bonds hold you tight, unable to do anything about it.

I wait a few moments, but not long enough for you to even start to relax. I move my touch and attention to your breasts. I massage them and squeeze them for a time, before moving to your nipples. I start by running my whole hand across your breasts, stroking your nipples with my fingers and palms. Now I lean down to you. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel mine, and gasp as my tongue flicks your left nipple, before moving to do the same to your right. Now I start to kiss your right nipple, and play around it with my tongue, while my hand squeezes your left. Then I switch to do the same to the other side; this time my fingers squeeze your nipple. Switching between each breast I stroke, squeeze, kiss and lick for a while. Then I start to nibble gentle with my teeth, and twist and pull with my fingers. You cry out with the confusing mix of pain and pleasure, and I release you.

Your panting breath is like music to me, your heaving chest and glistening body like a work of art. I watch as your breathing starts to slow again, but before you can recover you feel the leather strands of the flogger as I slowly draw them across your stomach, then across your breasts, and now all the way down your body and across your soaking pussy; at which point your body shivers with anticipation. I give you just a brief moment, then comes the snap of the flogger striking your left breast. Your cry out and your breath instantly becomes deep, panting heavily. Snap again as I strike your right breast. Snap; your stomach. Snap; your right thigh. Snap; your left thigh. Then your breasts again and again, this time a little harder.

Now I pause for a moment, then snap! You almost scream as the flogger connects with your pussy. Your breath stops, your mouth open wide, as you absorb the shock. Your pussy, already sensitive from being denied an orgasm. Your breath shudders as you regain it, and a shaky sigh passes your smiling lips. Your pussy is overflowing with your juices, dripping down your ass onto the bench. I rub your pussy gently and your so sensitive clit before striking you again with the flogger. This time you just manage to keep your breath, and beg for more. I strike you with the flogger all over your body, switching between your breasts, your stomach, your thighs and your pussy; building the speed and strength of my strikes before letting them die off again.

Eventually I slow and stop, putting away the flogger. You hear the pop of the cap as I take out the lotion, before its cooling touch on your skin. The feel of my hands rubbing it in both calming and erotic. I now untie the hitch holding down your bound wrists and slowly pull you back to a sitting position, before freeing your wrists and rubbing the feeling back into them. You practically collapse onto me, wrapping your arms around my shoulders as I free your legs from their bonds, finally allowing you to close your legs. We stay like this for some time; me kneeling in front of you with your arms around my shoulders and my arms around your waist, your head against my neck and mine resting against your chest.

Rising slowly you stand with me, maintaning our embrace for a few moments more before I take you by the hand and guide you to my bed, where I lay you in the middle. I follow you onto the bed, kissing you deeply. You tell me you need to feel my dick inside you, begging for me to fuck you. "Not yet," I whisper, making you pout and whimper. I move my kisses to your neck then start to move down your body; kissing your throat, your breasts, and down your stomach before shifting my body between your legs.

You feel my warm breath on your pussy, then the touch of my lips as I land a kiss right on your clit, and another. Your body shivers and your legs squirm, trying to push yourself towards me. I shift my arms under your legs so that my hands are grabbing your ass, and pushing up your knees. You feel the flick of my tongue as I begin to tease and explore your pussy with my mouth; kissing, licking, sucking. Now I take my right hand from your ass and shift my weight onto my left arm. With my mouth now focused on your clit, my fingers start to tease your lips and your entrance, dipping just the tip of my middle finger in and out.

You are so wet; when I suddenly slide my finger up to my knuckle there is little resistance. You gasp and moan. Even with just one finger your pussy feels so tight. My finger slides in and out slowly, pressing forward. I slip a second finger in, making you gasp again as your tight pussy stretches further. With my pace increasing slightly, I move my other hand from holding your butt and slide it up between your cheeks to start playing with your asshole. My pace builds again; your breath becomes quicker and your moaning gets louder. The teasing of my fingers running over your asshole gets too much for you and you start begging me to put my finger in. Your ass is already so soaked with the juices flowing from your pussy that my finger easily slips in. With my tongue on you clit and my fingers fucking both your pussy and your ass, it doesn't take long until you come. As your climax shakes your body I slip my fingers from you and remove your blindfold.

We lay in each other's arms for a time, the taste of yourself as we kiss is intoxicating to you. Once you catch your breath you whisper that you need to feel me inside you. I roll onto my back and tell you to get on top. You kneel up facing me and slip your left leg over me. You reach down between your legs and take hold of my dick, guiding me towards your pussy. As my head presses against your pussy I say, "Look at me. Look into my eyes." You slowly lower onto me; squeezing me in. Your pussy feels so tight. With me all the way in, you rest your weight down on my hips, taking a few moments to get used to my dick stretching you before you start to ride me. It doesn't take long for your pace to quicken, my hips rising to match your movements. I gaze up at you, revelling in how sexy you look as you grind down on me. I can feel myself tighten, I'm getting close. I grab you by the hair and make you look into my eyes as I say, "Make me come." You increase your pace and grind down on me hard, barely able to keep hold of yourself. My dick is so hard and deep inside you. I feel like I'm about to explode. Unable to hold on any longer I come hard and you collapse onto me, another orgasm wracking your body; twitching with each pulse of my dick pumping deep inside you.

I roll you to the side and slip from you. Holding each other, your head on my chest, we drift to sleep together.