Punishment Lie No Other

Day 4

I've been dreading this evening. The wait has been excruciating, but now I am finally here. I know this punishment, for my transgressions and certainly not intended for my pleasure. Nevertheless, I can't deny the rush of excitement that fills me as I undress for him.

I kneeled in front of him, my head down, eyes averted, mouth open, as I knew this is what he wanted from the slaves he punishes. Out of the corner of my gaze I glimpse my master smiling as he knows what's to come. I now kneel, silently submitting myself to him.

He says nothing - but doesn't have to. I may not be able to see his face, but I know his displeasure and the intensity of his gaze... I shiver, but not just from the cold.

Without warning, his hand finds my hair and he yank me roughly towards the bed, dragging me on my knees, when he left me by my ponytail and shoves me forward, gripping my neck and pressing me into the mattress. I am bent over the bed, my ass in the air and completely exposed to him. I feel his free hand roughly grab my ass and I whimper, fearing (and wondering) what might come next, my ass is so soar from the last 3 days, I want to yell out in pain but know I better not.

For a moment he simply fondles me. He is far from tender - one hand pins me to the mattress by my neck while the other brutally massages and slaps my ass - and I wince at the assault. Suddenly he

is hand leaves my ass.

One hand slides down to my clit while the other continues holding me down on the mattress.

His hand lifts, slide up falling grabbing my ass. I gasp as I feel the sting of each grab. He release me and I lay perfectly still, wondering what is about to happen.

Several long moments pass, and nothing happens. I could feel goosebumps rising on my shoulders and back as the anticipation and fear sets in. Still he did nothing.

Finally I turn my head, wanting to see where he is and what you might be doing. No sooner do I move than I feel the sharp bite of a large silver plug entering my ass. I cry out in pain and my hands close in fists around the bed sheets.

He asked me if I was enjoying myself.

I remain silent, unsure of how to answer. He stated on my ass and said "I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry, Sir! Yes, Sir," I say quickly.

I could feel my pussy start to throb. I'm dripping wet right now, and I know it. He grab me by the arm, yanking me suddenly to my feet. As soon as I'm standing he reach out and grab my breasts, twisting harshly at my sensitive nipples and pulling me closer to him.

His hands assault my breasts, kneading, pinching, twisting making me cry out and moan at the torment. I set my eyes tightly but otherwise remain still, accepting his treatment. When out of no where I felt the clips close on my tender breasts.

With one hand he continues the assault on my breasts pulling on the chain, while the other entangles itself in my hair. He yanks my head back roughly, so much so that I have to arch my back to relieve some of the pressure on my neck. This is so intense I could almost cum from this alone.

His hand leaves my breast and travels down to my waist, where he grips me so tightly I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin. His hand moves to my wrists, gathering them together and lifting them above my head, effectively pinning me to the wall behind us.

He tells me to "Keep your hands where they are," then releases my wrists. His hands run down my arms, to my breasts, then further down my waist, kneading, pinching, pressing me harder against the wall. He reaches down and roughly grabs my thighs, forcing my legs apart. I almost lose my balance but manage to stay upright, being sure to keep my hands above my head. I shiver, feeling exposed and nervous at this examination.

Without warning, he shoved two fingers into my pussy while clipping the last clamp to my clit. I'm still soaking wet, but that does little to ease the discomfort as he roughly finger me. But then, I know it's not supposed to feel good... This, as with everything else tonight, is a punishment. Or perhaps he just wants to hurt me right now... Either possibility makes my heart race

Despite the pain, though I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and it doesn't take long before I find myself unconsciously thrusting against the palm of his hand. I don't dare to cum, though, I know I could. I'm not stupid enough to face those consequences unless I absolutely have to.

His hand wraps around my hair again. And pulls me back onto the bed, this time on my back. Within moments he is on top of me, pushing my legs up over his shoulders and slamming your cock into my throbbing pussy.

It hurts - it always does with him. The girth of him alone is enough to make anyone wince in discomfort, but the way his cock is slamming against me each thrust makes me cry out at the torment. My hands grasp at the sheet and I shift, trying to alleviate the pain. It still hurts, and I can no longer yell out. Instead I look up at him, and almost cum as I see the look in his eyes. He knew I was enjoying this, and seeing that makes him fuck me hard telling me I am not to cum. He fuck me this way for several minutes.

He pulled out without warning and stood up, grabbing me by the ankle and dumping me unceremoniously off the side of the bed. "Stand up," he commanded, and I hurried to obey.

He told me to "put my hands behind my head and legs apart." I hurry to comply, and fear sets in as I watch him bend down and pick a belt up off the floor.

He straightened, the belt in hand, and looked me in the eye. Then he smiles - as if I could call it that - and the fear in the pit of my stomach intensifies.

He told me to "count." A simple command, but it makes my blood run cold.

He swings the belt then, and I almost stagger backward as it bites into the sensitive flesh of my breasts. "Ah, one!" I cry out, shutting my eyes against the pain.

"Keep your eyes shut," I hear him say, and I gladly obey; I would rather not see it coming.

Several seconds pass and nothing happens. When it does I hear it before I feel it, but that doesn't make the sudden stinging along my side and abdomen any more pleasant.

The location of the blow shocks me, and I almost forget to count. Almost. "Two," I say breathlessly.

I hear him circling me, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I wonder where he will strike next. The burst of pain across the middle of my back answers that question, and I yell out, "three!" only to gasp again as I feel it on the inside of my right thigh. "Four!" I cry, and I have to focus on forcing my legs to stay open.

My stomach, my legs, my breasts... None of it is safe from his mistreatment, and I breathlessly count each lash. Yet I still don't realize just how exposed I am until I feel the sharp bite of the belt against my clit, as it rips the clasp off.

Tears spring to my eyes and I have to bite my lip not to scream. My knees bend inward protectively, and try as I might I can't seem to will them apart. My eyes are still closed and I cower in front of him, not daring to open them but not yet able to regain my composure. I fear that every moment I waste just makes things worse for me.

Finally my breathing evens and I stand upright once more. Sure enough, no sooner do I relax than I feel the strike of the belt on the back of my legs, then my lower back, all in quick succession. I yelp with each strike but don't attempt to shy away.

You stopped counting, he cooly said, then swung the belt again, this time just above my pussy.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I cry through the pain. "14! 14, Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I know I'm babbling so I fall silent. "Oh no, Try again." "Ten - Ah! Eleven!" My shoulders sting from the latest blow, and I wonder what number he is planning on stopping at.

My breasts are suddenly on fire. "Twelve! Ah, thirteen! F-fourteen!" I can feel tears of pain welling behind my lashes, even as an aching consumes me.

I cry out as the belt bites into my pussy again. This time I remember to count. "Fifteen," I manage, although it still takes a moment to stand up straight again. Fortunately he was patient, and waited to strike again, this time my ass.

By the time we reach 19 I am trembling, and my skin is now damp with perspiration from this treatment. I remain tense, waiting for the 20th lash... But it never comes.

Instead I feel him grab my hair once more and force me to my knees. Keeping my hands behind my head and my eyes tightly shut, I open my mouth at once, knowing my place. Still, that doesn't stop me from gagging when he forces his cock deep into my throat.

He fuck my throat with abandon, and I cough and sputter around it as he did it. I do my best to suck him off and use my tongue the way I know he likes, but the constant struggle for air makes it difficult.

Again and again I feel the lash of the belt, lighter than before but enough to make me moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His other hand grips my hair tightly as he chokes me on his cock, and the combination of sensations makes my pussy ache. I desperately want to cum - and I could, I know I could - but I know that would not be wise.

Suddenly he dropped the belt and grabbed my face with both hands, thrusting ruthlessly into the back of my throat. I choke and sputter, tears streaming down my face, but that didnt deter him.

Finally he thrusts hard and deep one last time, forcing his cock down my throat and holding it there. I start to panic instinctively, and without thinking I move my hands from behind my head and try to push hin away. It didn't do any good, of course - he easily hold me in place as he cum down my spasming throat. The only thing I can do to stop from choking any more is to swallow, which, with some difficulty, I manage to do.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he releases me, and I cough and gasp for air at his feet. My breathing finally calms and I steal a glance up at him.

"Look at me," he says, and I do so quickly, staring up at him from my place on the floor, a myriad of emotions written across my face. He just stares at me, saying nothing, and my already throbbing pussy starts to ache with desire. Finally he smirks at me, then says, "Get dressed."

The disappointment is almost unbearable, but I obey. I didn't think I was going to cum tonight anyways.

As he walk away he says still dont think she sorry.