Part 2 "Peter's Punishment"
Miss Valentine left the front door unlocked for Peter. It would be the only lock she left open for Peter that evening. She emerged from her bedroom wearing a black bustier and a red plaid schoolgirl miniskirt. A riding crop dangled by her side. Her hair flowed around her stunning face. "It's time for your discipline, Peter. Come with me." She turned and he followed her down the hall to her bedroom. She walked sensuously, her long legs in heels, her ass sticking out enough that he wanted to reach up her skirt.
Her room was all soft pinks from the curtains to the bedspread to the roses on the dresser. The setting was a stark contrast to her naughty personality. Was she a good girl with bad girl tendencies? He did not know.
Miss Valentine sat back in her plump wingback chair and threw one leg over the arm. She was wearing lacy black panties to match her bustier. "Undress, Peter," she ordered. He undressed in front of her, all the while she looked seductively into his eyes. He kicked his loafers off, slowly pulled his shirt over his head, unbuckled his belt, loosened his zipper, and let his slacks fall to the floor. Miss Valentine smiled, pleased with what she saw, his already erect cock.
"Lay on the bed, Peter." Her kind voice confused him momentarily. Miss Valentine gently but firmly tied Peter down to her bed with arm and leg restraints. Peter was a strong man, so the restraints gave him a thrill he rarely had: being completely vulnerable to this woman. He wouldn't have to think; just obey. "Remember, you may say 'Yes, ma'am' or 'No, ma'am' but that is all." After securing him, she walked around the bed admiring her man and running the head of the riding crop across his skin. He felt she was mapping her territory, marking all the areas of his body she would ravish.
Miss Valentine stood at the foot of the bed. "Do you understand why you are being punished?"
"Yes, ma'am," he responded.
"Your cock is mine. I decide if you orgasm." She ran the riding crop up his leg to his thigh. "Did you break that rule last time you were here?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, feigning modestly.
"Well, we can't have that happening again." She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, crawling up until they were face to face. Her legs straddled his hips, and she sat back on his thighs. He could feel her wet pussy through her panties. "Do you understand that you need to learn a lesson, Peter?"
"Yes, ma'am." He wanted so badly to touch her body. Being restrained with her straddling him he felt so vulnerable yet insanely turned on.
"If you cum without my permission," she warned him, "the punishment next time will be a thousand times greater. This is going to hurt me more than it is you."
She lowered her face down within an inch of his. Her brown waves fell around his face. They could feel each other's breath on their skin. She began moving her head down his neck without touching it, then his chest and nipples, never touching his flesh, just breathing across it, and further down to his abdomen, the raven hair that trailed down to his belly button, and then finally her mouth hovered just above his cock. She began licking the base of his shaft, then she gradually licked all the way to his head. His cock responded positively. She licked him again and again until he moaned for more. Without touching him with her hands, she slid the head of his cock into her mouth, sucked on the head, then began stroking it with her tongue. He let out a satisfied moan, so she changed up and went back to licking his cock with long, slow strokes. He was stiff. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft while she ran her tongue over his balls, massaging them carefully.
Then without warning she took him into her mouth forcefully. Her tight lips slid down his shaft swiftly, taking him all the way into her throat. How could this be punishment? he thought. Then she pulled him out and licked the head of his penis, circling the rim with her tongue. He let out an exasperated sigh. Then he understood. She wasn't going to let him cum. She was taking him to the edge and would refuse him over and over. She stroked his cock with her tongue again until she felt his breathing change. Then she got a stable grip on his shaft and plunged his cock into her mouth again, sliding her lips up and down voraciously. He felt like he would come off the bed but his restraints were tighter than he thought. She continued sucking his cock, long strokes, using her tongue against the rim of his head, fondling his balls, and emitting extended moans against his cock. He trembled. He could play her game. He'd just pretend he wasn't close. He tried to force himself to relax and not show any reaction to what she was doing, but it was no good.
She seemed to be able to read his mind. She took her mouth off of him. "I love your cock," she purred seductively. "You have a beautiful cock. I love the way it looks." He moaned, frustrated. "Do you love the way I suck your cock?" He nodded yes. "You want me to keep sucking your cock?" He nodded again. "Pet, I just can't do that, can I? You understand that you are being punished."
