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Chapter #4

I laid spread open, bent over the foot of the bed, chest down with my ass pointed up in the air. I balanced myself against the mattress with my knees as my wife stood behind me in her cupless lingerie, her breasts exposed and chains dangling beneath them. The red satin fabric played nicely with her matching hair and my now cherry colored rump as well.

Jennifer leaned over me, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, but not quite allowing me the honor of feeling it against my own. Though I stared into the blackness of a pillow, I knew her tits hung beside my face, challenging me to do something about it, as if I would.

“Face me.” As she instructed me she hissed directly into my ear.

I turned my head to face her and her perfume and steamy breath now danced together in my nostrils. I longed to taste her but desperately wanted to be further disciplined so I didn’t try, I didn’t speak, I didn’t utter a sound. I simply complied.

“Good. Now, what is it that you want?”

Even though she was asking me a question, she had not yet given me permission to answer, so I waited. Her gaze widened, baiting me into the thinking I was insulting her with my silence but she smiled, assuring me I was behaving as I should.

“Very good, my pet.”

She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand and kissed me on the forehead. She leaned back again, standing straight up behind me making it hard to keep eye contact.

“Now, speak. What is it that you want?”

“To be punished, mistress.” I answered.

“Why? Why do you deserve to be punished?” She asked.

My mind raced, not knowing exactly what it was she wanted to hear. I had admitted to spending money without her approval but was that really why I needed to be taught a lesson, or did I deserve it simply because she said so?

“Because, I’ve been bad, mistress.”

I tensed slightly, not knowing if my answer would satisfy her. I wanted to be hit again, but I also longed for her to violate me with her purple toy, her tongue, a finger, anything.

“You have been bad, my pet, haven’t you?”

I nodded.

“You need my discipline, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You want me to punish you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Say it.” She commanded.

“Punish me, mistress.”

“Again.”

“Punish me, mistress.”

I had nearly moaned out my request, begging to be spanked, struck, touched in any way she deemed fit. Jennifer reached beneath me, gripping my cock and balls tightly in her hand. The edge of the ring against my shaft almost made me cry out, but I restrained.

“Are you sure?!” She demanded.

I sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to protest and told her I was sure. She released me but the moment was short lived, as she only did so to remove the ring. She grabbed me once again, this time only my erection and squeezed tightly.

“It’s going to hurt, you know.”

Her warning fell mute as I had come to terms with my fate well before I found myself being bent over my own bed. Her grip shifted and she began to stroke my shaft. Slow at first but building speed until she was banging her fist into my groin with every thrust. I growled and moaned with each pump until in one swift movement she stopped and slapped my balls, causing me to hop slightly off the bed.

“I told you not to move bitch!”

Again she slapped my scrotum and again I came off the bed.

“You’d better stop moving if you don’t want these things ripped off!”

A third time she slapped me and for a third time I jumped. As hard as I tried I could not keep myself from twitching when her hand met my balls. I thought for sure she would hit them again but instead, she stepped away, back over to the dresser and picked up another item. I closed my eyes, not wanting to know, not wanting to spoil the surprise. I heard the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle being squeezed, then again, and a third time, and finally the snap of the lid being replaced. I could feel her approaching and still almost jumped when she placed a hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to expose my puckering hole.

“Fine.” She let out an annoyed sounding huff. “If you want it that way, you got it. I’ll teach you to disobey me, you little fucking slut.”

With that she shoved a handful of cold lube into the crack of my ass. She slid her hand up and down, distributing the icy jelly from my back to my balls, until convinced she could proceed. With her fingers she began circling my anus, preparing it for the coming abuse. She rubbed faster and poked harder with each pass of her fingers. She delved further and further until she had two fingers fully inside me. I couldn’t make an audible sound, only guttural snarls as she stretched my asshole from within. I swallowed hard and tried to relax myself, giving my manliness over to her, fully releasing any last remnant of control I may have had.

She wiggled each finger together, back and forth inside me while pressing down against my ass cheek with her other hand. She sunk her nails into my rear and gripped a handful of flesh. I thought for sure she had broken the skin as heat around her grip began to build. Just as I was about to cry out she released her grasp and with her palm smacked hard where it had just been. I barked. She spanked the spot again and I barked again.

“That’s right, bitch. Yell for me, yell for your mama.”

As she taunted her fingers gyrated inside me, almost in rhythm with her words. With each spanking her fingers seemed to match the blow, torturing me inside and out. She pushed back and forth now, pumping my ass with her hand, digging her fingers into my guts until I was humping myself rearward into each thrust. I felt myself loosening and begged her for another finger.

“What the fuck did you just say?” She shouted in disgust and jerked herself out of my asshole.

“I’m sorry, mistress!” I cried. “I was overwhelmed!” I tried to catch my breath as I begged forgiveness.

“You think you can get away with that shit? You think you can do whatever the fuck you want and not have to pay up. Well, you’re wrong. I’m not about to get you off before I get mine. Stand up.”

I pushed myself up off the bed and stood at attention. I didn’t dare face her, instead, stared forward, examining the wall in front of me as if it would be a question on a test. Jennifer climbed up and centered herself on the bed, kneeling in front of me, daring me to look her in the eye. Her tits bounced as she positioned herself over some pillows, propping herself up against the headboard as she laid back, legs spread confirming my suspicion that only a g-string separated her pussy from the rest of the world.

“Get up here.”

With both hands she pointed toward her tits wand I knew she wanted them sucked. Jennifer’s nipples were tiny compared to the rest of her breasts, and needed massive amounts of attention to become erect enough to stand out at all. However, once engorged her nipples were plump and full, easy to grip and roll between my fingers.

I jumped onto the bed and laid my self next to her. I held my mouth over her left breast and began to lower myself toward it. Before my lips could land she grabbed me by the back of the head, pulling my hair. She yanked my head back until I was staring straight into her face.

“You’d better make me cum soon or you’re not getting shit else, you hear me?”

I tried to nod and her grip on my hair tightened.

“Speak, bitch. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” I mustered.

She looked away and stared up at the ceiling while releasing me with a shove. She craned her neck and adjusted herself against the pillows before glancing back over in my direction.

“Go.”
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