Neither of us really wanted to go out for New Year's Eve. We would've rather curled up on the couch with a good movie and a pizza, but our friends insisted we at least make an appearance. It was early evening already, and the party started around 6ish. Nick and I were both hurrying around, trying to throw together festive outfits and preparing for our night out.
I had just finished showering, and was heading to the bedroom to look for clothes when Nick grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to the closet.
"What the fuck is this?" he asked. He was referring to his blue striped dress shirt, which I had improperly buttoned on a hanger. Nick preferred the top button of his shirts to be secured; he said it helped the collar maintain shape.
"It must've come undone," I claimed. "Either that or I just forgot to fix it. I'm sorry." I knew no excuse I had would make things right.
Angered further by my response, he threw the shirt, hanger and all, across the room. "Well, looks like someone needs to remember how to do things the right way," he said. "Do I need to teach you how to do things the right way? Do you need punished?"
I knew what was coming. This had happened before. Nick was always looking for an excuse to punish me.
He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me towards the bed. I was only wearing my towel from the shower, and he tore it off of me, tossing it to the floor. He bent me over at the waist so that my ass was facing him, and he shoved my face into the bed.
His belt he withdrew from his pants, and without notice, he smacked it across my bare ass, leaving one streaking red mark. I cried out in pain, and he offered up another. I pleaded with him, sobbing, promising to hang his shirts up right from now on. But the more I cried, the more he whipped me. Eventually, the pain dissolved and I began to like the sting. My cries turned into purrs, but once he noticed my enjoyment, he stopped.
"You starting to like that, huh?" he asked. "Let's see how you like this." He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings. One he tied around my eyes and the other he stuffed in my mouth, keeping me bent over the edge of the bed. Blindfolded, I was only privy to the sensations I could feel, and I felt his hand squeezing my ass hard. It was comforting given the beating I'd just received. He ran his hand up and down my pussy and ass, caressing the crease with all of his fingers. I was dripping wet already.
"Spread your legs," he demanded. I did so, and he shoved three fingers deep into my pussy. It took a few seconds before the pain of the initial thrust faded, and then he began working them in and out of my cunt slowly. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb as his fingers worked my hole. I moaned, but the stocking in my mouth muffled my voice. Soon, I came, and my legs were shaking so hard I found it difficult to stand. My knees buckled and I fell onto the bed.
"I didn't say you could lay down!" Nick yelled. "Get back up here, whore." He wrapped an arm around me and, with brute strength, lifted me up so that I was on all fours at the bed's edge. I could only anticipate what he would use me for next. My vision impaired by the blindfold, I listened as he rustled through our naughty bedside drawer. After a couple seconds, I felt his tongue in my pussy, on my clit. He wrapped his lips around it and flicked his tongue across it fast. My whole body shook with pleasure. Just as I thought I might come again, he pulled away, chastising me verbally for being so greedy.
