This story was created with the loving help and the editing skills of looking4it. I want to thank him for all he does for me and all I know we will do for each other in the future.
I lay there; face down on the blanket in the sand. The sun is beating against my skin making it glisten with moisture in the bright light. The waves are singing a lullaby as they roll upon the shore and then return to far off places. I drift, relaxing and occasionally dozing off. You are watching me from a distance, waiting for the perfect moment to make your move.
You watch my breathing until you are sure that I have drifted for a moment into sleep. The sand makes your approach silent and you have positioned yourself so that your shadow falls behind you instead of across me. I have no warning of your nearness. You bring your hands close to me. The first that I am aware of your presence is when you press your hand over my eyes and grasp one of my wrists with the other. The only sound I hear other than the ocean sounds is your breath in my ear as you "Shhhhh" me. You gently press your knee down on my back preventing me from moving and you release my wrist long enough to place the blindfold over my eyes. Whether out of fear or excitement, I am silent. Your touch is familiar. I know that you will not hurt me if I do as you wish me to. So, I lay still and comply. Once the blindfold is in place, you again take my wrist and I feel something tighten around it, not painfully so, just snug.
Without saying a word, you help me to my feet and lead me up the beach. I know we have reached the door of our beach house when you pause and I hear the click of the doorknob releasing. It is cooler inside and instantly my nipples harden as we cross the threshold. I forgot and left the air conditioner running when I went to the beach. Again, you stop. This time, I am not sure why. I next feel something placed around my right ankle. You put pressure on my legs indicating that you want me to spread them apart which I quickly do. Click. I know that you have just attached my ankle to something, though I am not sure what. You repeat the process with my left leg. I am now standing with my legs wide apart. I feel something very cool against the skin of my ass and I realize that you are cutting my bathing suit off with scissors.
"Damn!" I think, "I just got this suit"
Knowing what the result would be, I remain silent. I feel my suit bottoms drop to the floor at my feet. You also remove my top. I know that I am now standing naked before you. This both embarrasses and thrills me which starts a tingle in between my thighs.
I feel the soft kiss of your mouth on my right nipple, gently licking, sucking hard, biting, and teasing. Your tongue tickles it a little bit. I feel hard sucking again, as if you are trying to milk my tit. And then... the shock of the clamp. I can't help but let out a groan as the clamp tightens on my already hardened nipple. I know that I will pay for that, but I couldn't help it. Just as a reminder, you give the chain attached to the clamp a hard tug. My left nipple receives the same treatment as my right and again that groan slips out as the clamp hits its mark. This time when you tug on the chain, even harder than the first time, it pulls hard on both nipples at once. You know so well how to reach that perfect balance between pleasure and pain that sends tingles of desire coursing through my body.
Releasing my wrists, you push me over, bending me at the waist until my stomach is pressing against something that feels like a saw horse. My wrists are now fastened to the legs on the other side of this thing leaving me totally exposed from behind with my ass in the air. I feel your fingers on my clit, just brushing it at first. Then you tickle it, rub it hard and fast. You pinch and pull on it bringing me so close to the edge of orgasm and abruptly stop. The third clamp on the chain is now roughly tightened around my stimulated and sensitive clit. I feel another tug on the chain. I assume you are just making sure that the clamps are on tight enough. Another hard tug, but this one doesn't let up, I try to shift a little and only manage to start the weight you have just placed on the chain in motion sending exquisite pain shooting from my nipples and my clit through my entire body and providing constant stimulation. I can tell that my pussy is now so wet that it is almost dripping. You reach down and roughly ram 2 fingers inside my pussy. I have to bite my tongue to prevent the moan from escaping my lips, God it feels so good. I want you inside me so bad, but I know that there is more to come before you will allow me that pleasure. Your fingers are still inside my pussy but are not moving at all, just there, trapping me at the precipice of a raging orgasm. Their presence is torture since I want so badly to have you fucking me and allowing me to cum.
Next, I feel cold liquid dripping over my asshole. Oh God, I know what is coming now. Please not yet. You now pull your fingers out of my pussy and I feel the hard tip of my butt plug at the opening of my anus. I try to relax the muscles, but it is so difficult. Usually, you take more time before inserting my plug or fucking my asshole. You must be really angry at me this time. My mind is racing, trying to figure out if there is something else I did besides leaving the air conditioner running. Certainly you can't be this upset at something that trivial can you?
I cry out, "Please not yet! I'm sorry I left the air conditioner on! I promise I won't do it again! Please not the butt plug yet!"
I feel a very hard slap to my right butt cheek and you whisper in my ear, "I did not tell you that you could speak. This is not just about the air conditioner. Now, behave yourself or you'll make this worse."
With that, you put pressure on the butt plug slowly pushing it into me. You know that since you have not worked my hole yet you can not go too fast, but you go just fast enough to remind me who the boss is here. Finally, it passes beyond the tight muscle ring and settles into place. You step back surveying your work and allowing me a moment to become accustomed to the plug before proceeding with the next surprise you have in store for me.
SMACK! Totally without warning, the leather paddle you purchased but never used before connects with the tender skin of my ass. You told me when you purchased the paddle that you would save it for a time when I was really naughty and needed extra discipline. I cry out again with shock and surprise. Three more swats in rapid succession on my exposed ass, each one sending the weighted chain moving, each movement of the chain tugs on my nipples and my clit, each tug sends another jolt of exquisite pain through them to every part of my body and each one causing the butt plug to shift inside me. You pull your hand back again and I tense, expecting another swat, instead, you lean in and stick your tongue deep inside my pussy licking up the juices that the punishment has created. I lean back into you as much as I can only to have you quickly remove your tongue and deliver another swat to my ass. I know that my ass must be turning a nice shade of pink now. I feel the heat and sting building in the skin. You are not done yet though. God, I want you to fuck me so bad right now. But, instead you rain more swats to my ever more sensitive ass.
I am still not sure what I have done to make you so angry. I know about the air conditioner, but can not think of anything else I have done and that can't possibly be enough to bring this on. Finally, you start to speak. Each word is punctuated by another swat. As you do, the tears begin to roll down my face. You give me permission to make as much noise as I need to since no one will hear me anyway.
SMACK! "You" SMACK! "left" SMACK! "the" SMACK! "air" SMACK! "conditioner" SMACK! "on"
It continues in this manner as you tell me that I cost you more money for the power bill with my carelessness, and that I forgot to gas the car again and so you ran out of gas. Now it is clear to me the true nature of the punishment. I know that it is not about the air conditioner or the money at all. It is about you running out of gas. You continue the punishment as you tell me that you had to hitch a ride into town to get gas just so that you could get to the gas station to fill the tank. You tell me that you were lucky enough to find a car full of nice gentlemen that were willing to help you out, but that you were embarrassed by the fact that you ran out of gas in the first place. Fleetingly, the thought crosses my mind that if you were embarrassed, then somehow you were going to embarrass me as well. The fire building in my pussy and the burning skin of my ass pushes that thought aside. All I can think of is how much I want your cock inside me and how badly I need to cum.