Author's Note: This is the first in a series of stories I wrote for a friend of mine on request. She's a fair bit kinkier than myself, and as such, they're harsher than some of my other stories. I hope you enjoy them.
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She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she just couldn't help herself. He had been gone three days already, and that last teasing phone call hadn't helped either. (He hadn't even let her touch herself!) He wouldn't be home until tomorrow, so she figured she could get away with it, just this once. Scanning the website, she quickly found her favorite: rape porn. She trailed one hand down her naked stomach as the scene started, two men throwing a woman to the floor roughly. Something about the fact that she could be punished for this turned her on even more, and she began to rub her slit as the men began to use the woman's mouth and cunt. Rubbing herself harder and faster as the scene went on, ready to release three days of tension, she had just started to put two fingers on her clit when she heard the door shut.
No one else had a key... he must be back early! There was no way out of it now, it was obvious what she had been up to by her nakedness, sticky hand and flushed face. Hoping to at least minimize the damage, she quickly turned off the monitor and jumped away from the computer, kneeling on the floor, head down as she waited for him. It wasn't until she saw his shoes and legs in front of her that she realized she hadn't turned off the sound in her panic. Calls of "fuck yeah, take it bitch" and the woman's increasing moaning still came from the speakers.
Though she couldn't see his face, she could practically feel him glaring down at her, somewhere between anger and disappointment. "You couldn't even make it three days, slut? If I had been gone a week, I might have expected something like this, but I really hoped for better." Her face grew an even brighter red out of embarrassment and shame, though she noticed her pussy was still wet. "Stay there." She could hear him moving around, turning the monitor back on, starting the video over. "Now, get on your hands and knees so you can see the monitor." Too ashamed to argue and knowing better than to speak without permission when she was already in such trouble, she did as he ordered, watching the rape scene unfold yet again. The thought (and sight, and sounds) sent a jolt between her legs, and she had to resist the urge to continue touching herself.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, I should have behaved, it won't hap-" she was cut off by a loud crack and the sudden pain of a hard slap across her ass.
"Don't you dare speak again until I allow it. No, I'll need to punish you severely for this. Watching porn
and
masturbating without permission? You're right, it won't happen again, because you'll remember this for a long time." He grinned. "Of course, knowing you, you're looking forward to all this." Her head dipped a bit lower and her face became hotter than she thought possible -- of course, he was right.
She heard him pick up something and move to stand behind her, though as far as she could tell he was still fully clothed. Had she been able, she would have seen a massive tenting of his pants: the view of his naked pet on all fours in front of him (and her glorious ass), obeying every order, so ready to make up for her mistakes... what could be more appealing?
"I think I'll use one of your favorite punishments today, pet. You've... earned it, so to speak." A slight shiver went up her spine as her mind raced to guess exactly what he meant. Raping her and using every hole until she begged for him to stop? Flogging her ass until it would be red for days? Restraining her completely, denying her any movement or control of the situation? Before she could figure it out, she felt the cool, sharp edge of a blade travel down her spine slowly, too light to cut into her skin. She even arched slightly into it, unable to control herself, though he was careful not to let her cut herself by the motion.
"After the third cut, you may talk," he said, his grin even more devious than it was before. She let out a small breath and did her best to relax, her entire body keyed up -- and surprisingly horny -- as she waited for her punishment to begin.
He didn't make her wait long, as she soon felt the blade slide across her right shoulder blade. It was a shallow cut, and the blade was sharp enough that it didn't hurt much, so it was hard to tell if her wince was more out of pain or pleasure. She let out a gasp as he finished and pulled the knife back, dipping his head to lick the blood for a moment before starting the next one just a few inches lower, and now she groaned and could barely keep from moving as he cut her back. He left that one alone, moving the blade to the other shoulder and letting it drag along her skin, not cutting yet. He enjoyed teasing her -- after all, she couldn't speak until he finished this one. Not that that meant this was the last one by any means. Finally, when he heard a sort of mewling whine of desperation, he did the last cut, dragging it a bit longer but keeping it shallow and careful not to actually hurt her. She felt some of her own wetness drip down her leg as she sighed and whimpered happily, reveling in the combination of pain and pleasure. In fact, she enjoyed it so much, she almost forgot that she was allowed to speak now, and with that realization also came the thought that she desperately, desperately needed something in her pussy.
"Please, sir," she whined. "Please, please please."
