Punished for Her Pleasure

Waiting and anticipation are the worst parts. She was late! Not only was she late, she was late on purpose. She was late on purpose so that I would punish her. Punish her even more than the normal harsh punishment she was due and loved.

She was pushing it now, five or ten minutes is almost excusable, well it's not, late is not excusable but half an hour was too much! Perhaps I will send her away, that would be the punishment she deserved and would hate.

I should do that but I want to fuck her and whip her and humiliate her and do unspeakable things to her all for my own gratification. The bell rang, at last.

I looked on my phone and she was standing on the doorstep. "Take your coat off and drop it on the floor." As expected she was wearing only black sexy underwear. Bra, knickers and suspenders, black stockings and red shoes with ridiculous heels.

"You are half an hour late so you will stand there until I let you in," I spoke into the intercom. It was cold outside, her arse and tits will be ready for a good whipping. I gave her forty five minutes of standing there shivering in full view of any passers by.

I opened the door and indicated for her to come in. Her cheeks were red, her beautiful blue eyes were watering and looked even more beautiful. She had natural blond hair, only on her head and a voluptuous figure, a little too heavy by modern tastes,

She had a tattoo under her tits 'esclava' which translates as slave. As soon as she entered the hallway she took a collar from the shelf at the side and put it around her neck. I added a leash. She was about to speak so I put a finger to her lips. I looked her in the eye and without me saying she put her arms behind her back holding on to each elbow.

I slapped her face with my right hand, then my left, she stood proud, looking directly at me. I hit her again on each cheek and she continued to look in my eyes. There was a half smile on her lips. I continued to hit each cheek hard and fast. She remained silent, I think in the army they call it dumb insolence.

Smiling, I moved closer, she thought I was moving in to kiss her. I put my arms around her, pulled her to me and unclipped her bra. I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra down exposing her delightful large tits. Her nipples were erect with pale areolas. Her arms remained in position as she had not been told to move them so her bra hung below her tits.

The defiant look remained as she pushed her tits out. I slapped her left tit hard, boy did it wobble. I slapped her right tit, then her left again. She remained silent and insolent. With my left hand I pinched her nipple, pulling the tit out as far as I could then I slapped it, side, top and bottom.

I swapped tits, squeezing the nipple harder and pulling her tit out further. Even though I slapped her very hard she remained silent and obstinate. Her tits and cheeks were bright red. Putting my hand down her thong I found a very wet, warm cunt. God she was ready!

My fingers were soaking so I rammed them into her mouth. I removed her thong. "Prepare your arsehole, kneel on the bed and wait for me," I ordered. She grinned and strutted off, wiggling her arse and sticking her chest out.

When I arrived in the bedroom she was kneeling on the bed as instructed, her arsehole glistening with lube. Her blond hair hanging down hiding her face, her back arched and her red tits hanging down. She was looking at four implements on the side table. Each exactly three inches apart: a cane, a whip, a crop and a many tailed flogger.

I picked up the cane, gave it a few swishes in the air before hitting her arse, six times. "Aaaaaaggghhh!" She screamed, the first noise she had made. Her tits swayed beautifully with each stroke. Grabbing her hips I rammed my cock into her arsehole. Met with no more than a grunt.

"Turn round," I ordered and put my dick in her mouth. "Suck it clean slut." With gusto she set to. I pushed in until my balls were hitting her chin. I don't have the biggest cock but how she took it down her throat without gagging I don't know.

"On your back, legs up and wide." I told her as I pulled my cock out. With a big grin she lay on her back and spread her nylon clad legs displaying beautifully her open wet pussy. Grabbing her ankles I pushed her legs further apart, leaned forward and kissed her cunt.

I put four fingers into her welcoming pussy and my thumb on her clit. It did not take long for her to splash her juices all over my hand and arm. I smacked her pussy hard and continuously. This time she yelled and kept on yelling mixed with laughter.

I picked up the riding crop and hit the inside of her thighs from where her stockings ended up to her cunt on one side and then the other. I hit her cunt. "Yeeeeeooowww, yes, yes, yeeeeeeessss," She shouted.

Her cunt and inner thighs were bright red, getting up and squatting over her face. I ordered her to lick my arsehole. As I was facing her cunt and still had the crop in my hand it would have been a waste not to use it so as she stuck her tongue up my arse I smacked her cunt.

"Grrrruugh," was her muffled comment. Assuming she was enjoying it I continued. Her poor cunt was raw and ragged.

"On your stomach, whore," I commanded. She lay on her stomach, her hands above her head and her large arse inviting a beating. "Shut your legs for once, slut, I know you find it difficult. You'll have plenty of opportunities to spread them later.

I picked up the whip, three feet of leather going from a thick handle to a thin business end. Starting at her shoulders I whipped my way down, enjoying the wobble of her arse as I hit it, giving it a few more than her back. I finished just above the back of her knees.

Being unable to resist I parted her arse cheeks and slotted into her arsehole and fucked her hard. When I was done I wiped my cock on her arse. "Get up and put this on." I handed her a sky blue silk minidress and she put it on. The front covered her up to her neck and a couple of inches below her cunt.

It had a halter top and was almost completely backless, the crack of her arse just covered by the clingy material. She was standing looking at me, the defiance gone and the smile one of satisfaction and pleasure.

Slowly turning, what a lovely sight. She put her arms over her head, this lifted her tits, the nipples tenting the dress in beautiful twin peaks. Her makeup was a wreck, lipstick smudged and her watering eyes had messed up the eye makeup. Fuck she looked good.

As she turned the stripes on her back were plainly visible, the dress gripped her arse, and below that the stripes on her thighs could be seen. She looked beautiful in her red shoes, black stockings and sky blue dress.

Her messed up hair and makeup made her look as though she had just been rough fucked. I found a brush and gently brushed her hair. "Now for your big treat we are going to the pub, men have been buying raffle tickets all week. There are two prizes the first prize winner gets to fuck you first and the second prize second."

"I don't want other men to fuck me, sir," she pleaded.

"Don't worry, I will take great pleasure in watching you get fucked which should please you that you can do this for me. They will not fuck your arse just your cunt. I know it may be a little tender but I am sure you will be so pleased to please me." I was still brushing her hair.

"Thank you sir," she said. I put the brush down, dressed, reattached the leash and led her out.

*****

My master allowed me to see him after being celebate for over a week. I decided to take a chance and be late, that would make him very angry. He would severely punish me, my pussy was leaking at the thought of it. He may send me away! That is the other alternative which I dread.

I was not prevented from putting my collar on, which would be a severe punishment. As soon as I put the collar on my nipples and pussy tingled.

He punished me, I smiled at him as he tried to break me. He of course won and he broke me. He fucked my bum, he whipped my tits and everywhere else. I sucked his cock when it came out of my bum.

Finally he hit my inner thighs and pussy, oh how he hurt my poor pussy, it was red raw. He then told me he was taking me to the pub to be fucked by two different men. He had sold raffle tickets with me as the prize! He was making money out of me getting fucked! I'm a whore!

He is my pimp. He's going to get pleasure watching me get fucked, fucked in my sore, tender pussy. Watching while he counts his money.

I put on a very beautiful mini dress, low at the back to show off the whip marks. Short to show the raw scars on my thighs. Before we left the house to walk to the pub he bent me over and put a butt plug in my bum. With our juices on my thighs we walked to the pub.

We arrived greeted by wild cheers into the packed function room. The men parted to make way for me until I reached a raised dais. I was standing by a tub used to draw raffle tickets. The only other female in the room was going round selling them, five pounds each.

My master removed my coat and pirouetted me around, holding my arms above my head which lifted my dress and gave glimpses of my bum and pussy. More men were trying to buy tickets.

"Someone get my girl a drink," Master shouted and two whiskies soon appeared. The ticket sales were slowing down so master unfastened the clasp at the back of my neck allowing the top of my dress to fall down and my large boobs were on show. My red boobs with their stripes and protruding erect nipples. Not only my boobs but also my tattoo it does not take much to see that it is slave in Spanish.

Some more tickets were sold and following this the draw was started. "One hundred and sixty eight," was called and a very excited well dressed man shouted and waved his tickets in the air.

My master took my leash and led me into the next room. "You will give this man the fuck of his life," he told me.

"Yes sir." The winner followed us in.

"Would you like her on her back on the pool table?"

"Yes please," was his nervous reply. I pushed my dress down and wiggled out of it. Someone had wisely covered the pool table. I lay on my back with my legs open invitingly. To be honest I was soaking, the disgrace of what I had been through and was going through was as big a turn on as the punishment of earlier.

If I didn't love my master I think I would hate him; sometimes I do! The chap had taken his jacket off and had his cock in his hand as he approached the table. This was the first time he had seen me naked, apart from suspenders, stockings and shoes. He saw the stripes from the cane and whip.

As he climbed on the table he could not take his eyes off my battered pussy. He glanced at my master who nodded to give him permission to go ahead. He tentatively climbed on top of me and pushed his cock into my pussy. I cried out partly in pain and partly to encourage him.

He became more confident so I put my arms and legs around him. "Yes, yes, yes," I shouted. "Oh god, yeeeeees," his shirt clad chest was squashing my tender boobs, his cock banging away at my poor pussy. With three final thrusts he climaxed into me.

"Thank you," he said. A nice man but nice men are not my type.

"Well done, you will be rewarded, I'm sure he'll buy a lot more tickets next time," he congratulated me. 'Next time'! shit, he is going to make me do it again! A shiver went through my body and more juices to my pussy.

My master remained seated with his bottle of whisky on the table beside him. "Would you like a drink before the next winner?"

"Yes please, sir," I needed it. The second man came in, younger and fitter, oozing confidence and cockiness.

"I want her bent over the pool table," he demanded. This guy intended to hurt me. I didn't want him to know if he succeeded.

"Do what the man wants," instructed my master, I climbed down and bent over the table. If he was contemplating fucking my bum he was disappointed my master had taken the precaution of inserting a butt plug.

I looked round, he had a large cock pointing in my direction. Without any hesitation he rammed it in my pussy so hard that my thighs banged into the table. He went as hard as he could and embarrassingly for him came within seconds.

He tried to carry on but his cock deflated. "Can I have a drink of that," he said pointing to the whisky. I think he was playing for time, not wanting to go out so soon. He slowly drank some of the Scotch as I straightened up and sat next to master. I would have crossed my legs ro hide my pussy from the cocky chap but it was too painful.

He went out and master helped me put my dress on, a combination of my juices and mainly their sperm running down my legs. With one last drink each we went out to be greeted by more cheers. The pub landlord came forward, "Here are your earnings, just over a thousand pounds," he was grinning as he spoke.

My master took the money off him, peeled a twenty pound note off the roll and handed it to me. "You did most of the work so here is your pay, whore." He had turned me into a prostitute, my humiliation was complete. He handed the rest of the money back to the landlord. "For the charity box," he said.

I wanted to hand my twenty pounds to the charity as well but a look from my master stopped me. I am a whore. He put my coat around my shoulders and fastened it, taking my leash he led me out again to clapping and cheers.

We walked back to his house, following like the obedient slave I am. There was a full moon and the streets were well lit so I was visible to any passers by and there were a few. I was blushing with embarrassment and flushing with excitement.

On arriving at his house he removed my coat on the doorstep, turned me round and again unfastened my dress. I wiggled out of it allowing it to fall with my coat. It's a lovely dress. I hope it does not get damaged.

"Beg, bitch," he said. Bitch is often a derogatory term, in this case he meant a female dog. I got down on my knees with my hands up like a dog begging. I made a whining sound.

He took hold of the leash again and led me crawling around the garden. When we reached the far end of his garden he unzipped his fly and pointing his flaccid cock initially at me he swung round and peed on a rose bush. Thank god he didn't pee on me, although it would have warmed me up.

"This is the last chance to pee for a while, so instead of being a bitch you can be a dog, cock your leg and pee on the roses." he told me. This gave me no choice. I could end up having to pee on the floor in his house. I moved round lifted my leg and peed on his roses.

Leading me back he soon came to a halt and sitting on a bench removed a shoe and threw it. "Fetch," I quickly went after it on all fours. I was happy although freezing, I know he likes to look at my nether regions when I crawl.

I returned with his shoe in my mouth, smiling as best I could and wagging my bum as I had no tail. He threw the other shoe and I scurried after it. The exercise was warming me up a bit. I brought his shoe back and to my surprise he picked up my leash and led me back to the front door.

My arms and legs were wet and cold, in fact I was so cold I was shivering. He led me into the lounge where he sat back on the couch with me at his feet. "My feet are cold suck them," he demanded. His feet were cold I was fucking freezing, I sucked on his sock covered toes.

"Enough, take my socks off." I did as asked and he stood up. "Trousers now." I removed his trousers and boxers as I knelt before him. "Stand up and take my jacket and shirt off." As soon as he was naked he picked up my leash and led me to the large imitation log fire. "Lie on the rug and get warm." The heat was wonderful.

He left me there while I revelled in the heat, soon returning with a mug of hot chocolate laced with brandy. I could feel it going down. "Warm now?" he enquired. He was being so nice and caring, he's never done that before. I was waiting for the catch.

He was drinking brandy from a large balloon glass. When I had finished my chocolate he again picked up my leash and led me back to the couch. He sat back down, spread his legs and indicated that I should suck his cock. He put his brandy on a side table which held another glass and a bottle.

Holding his semi hard cock I licked around the head, looking lovingly into his eyes. I took it deeper into my mouth until it was in my throat. "Balls." I started licking his balls, sucking on them and taking them into my mouth individually. I continued to look him in the eye, I love this man.

"Arsehole," he demanded, lifting his legs up. I stared at his hairy arse put my hands on his bum cheeks and spread them. I licked up his arse across his bumhole and up to his balls. I looked up and then put my tongue in his arsehole. "Good girl, take the butt plug out and straddle me and put my cock in the hole you would like it in best.

If I put it in my bum it would be less painful but less likely to have an orgasm. If I but his lovely cock in my pussy fuck me it would hurt like hell and I would have a wonderful climax. I slid it into my pussy.

Life is great, I have my love's, my master's cock in my sore pussy, the sensations of hurting and near climaxing were exquisite. My master and I were smiling at each other, he was sipping his brandy while I bounced up and down on his delicious cock.

"Yesssssssss," I shouted as I climaxed, the best orgasm I have had in ages, from head to toe. I threw my head back and howled like a demented wolf.

"Arsehole," I lifted myself off his cock which was extremely well lubricated and put it in my bum. I bounced up and down until I felt him cum. He held my hips and lifted me so that I was dripping from my bum onto his prick. He leaned over and poured two drinks, handing me one.

He ran two fingers up my thighs and inserted them into my pussy, my wet pussy which had the remains of the previous deposits. He put the fingers in my mouth. Taking my now empty glass he said: "On your knees clean up my cock and balls.

So there I was licking the cum that had dripped out of my bumhole off him. When he was satisfied pulled me up by my hair and handed me another drink. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him so my head rested on his chest.

"You have been such a good little whore today you may spend the night in my bed. Although you will need to shower first."

"Thank you, sir." The perfect end to a wonderful day.