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Dominant Punishes Disobedience

Perspiring heavily, I came home from the gym and day-dreamed about the last time my Dominant had come over and gotten me all hot and sweaty. I enjoyed that kind of exertion much better than the sweating in a gym. After all, sweating in bed was so much more fun! I padded into the kitchen, got some water, and then plopped in front of the computer to log on and see if Jason was online yet. I was hoping he’d say he would be over any minute.

As I waited, my thoughts drifted to the last time he had come over and used my body for his pleasure, and I got hot and bothered remembering how his domination turned me into his submissive slut. I should have texted to request permission to play with myself, (obeying his number one rule), but he wasn’t online yet. Impatient and horny, I left the computer and went to stretch out on my bed. I got out my favorite Hitachi vibrator and used it to climax a few times before hopping in the shower.

As I bathed, I ran my hands over my soapy skin and thought about whether tonight I would get to see my Dominant or not. He could be so frustrating. Reaching between my legs, I soaped up to prepare to shave and felt how thick my vulva was, still swollen and sensitive from my earlier forbidden orgasms. Shaving carefully, I made sure I was bald and smooth to be ready to be used properly if he desired me tonight. As I did that, I used the memory of the first time Jason had taken me to get off again. Rubbing my soapy clit, I recalled how he had fucked me for at least an hour, calling me a slut and reminding me I was going to serve as his sex slave whenever he wanted me.

After toweling off and blow drying my hair, I returned to the computer screen to see if any messages had come through. I was all squeaky clean and ready for him, just in case, because that is what sex slaves were supposed to do. My hopes diminished when I saw that he wasn’t online. Nothing. I’d have to wait and try to be patient. Patience was the most difficult trait of being a submissive for me. The orgasms I had earlier didn’t make me feel less horny right now.

Just as I was going to crawl back into bed to sleep, I saw him log on. The little green light gave me mixed reactions. My heart started beating faster, and although my desire for him heightened, it was late now and nothing would happen except written words. Even though I wasn’t going to get fucked, I was going to make the most of our time together, so I tried to be cheery and upbeat.

He texted, “Tell me how you felt when I used you last week, my little slut.”

With trembling fingers, my fingers flew over the keyboard and replied, “I felt like your eyes were on me the whole time, and that embarrassed me a little, Sir.”

“Why?” he shot back.

“The intensity, Sir.” I could feel my cheeks starting to burn.

“Wait until I command you to keep them open and on me. Intense is a great thing.” I imagined he was grinning broadly.

“Yes Sir, I’m trying to prepare for it.” I waited a moment, and then added reluctantly, “Oh, I have a confession. When I came home from the gym tonight I used my vibrator and came a few times without asking your permission, Sir. I’m sorry and await your punishment.”

“I see. You will be punished for that. You know the rule -- you must ask to play with my pussy.” I sensed his disappointment in my bad behavior and that saddened me. But not being honest and forthright would have been so much worse.

“Sorry Sir.”

“It’s mine. Don’t do it again. Remember, the punishment gets worse if you continue to disobey.”

“I won’t Sir. I’m learning! At least I confessed.” Squirming in front of my monitor, I felt absolutely miserable. The climaxes weren’t worth the way I felt now. I had disobeyed my Master.

“Well I appreciate your honesty, but you still have to be punished. You must obey, be honest and stay loyal. You have my trust -- don’t lose it. I know you’re learning. You’ll still be punished.”

“Of course, Sir. I will take what you have to give, and I’m sorry.”

“I know you will. You have no choice. Your apology is accepted.” He must have realized how miserable I felt at that moment, and those words meant more than any pain I would need to endure later. I wanted to be back in his good graces as soon as possible.

“You are under my control. You belong to me. That is my pussy, my body -- I own it.” He wanted to make himself clear, and hearing those words comforted me even though I was still miserable.

“Habits are hard to break Sir, but I understand that now I only cum when you say I may. I got it.”

“I hope so. I don’t take it lightly. You’ll do well. I’m going to make sure you do. There’s no reason to feel awful. Just prepare for your punishment.” Even though I still felt awful, I appreciated his attempt to make me feel better.

“I hate disappointing you, Sir.” It was hard to shake this sinking feeling. I was unaccustomed to failing at things and right now, I felt like I was failing as his submissive.

“I’m happy. I don’t enjoy giving punishment, but I must do it. It’s part of my duties. I can’t allow you to disobey me. You must know I control you -- no matter what. Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” “I know Sir. It’s for my own good, so I’ll serve you better.”

Before we signed off, he set a time to come over to mete out the punishment. Tomorrow, I was to unlock the door, be naked, shaved and clean. He asked me to be leaning over my bed when he came down the stairs. I was to place some toys on the table at the foot of my bed, several floggers, nipple clamps, and numerous paddles of varying sizes.

I tossed and turned most of the night, and the next day dragged by agonizingly slow. Finally, the moment came. As he entered the room, I was to remain silent and only do what he told me to do. I had asked him if we could kiss before the punishment commenced, but I wasn’t sure if that would be permitted. Striding across the room, he stood behind me and placed his hands on my butt cheeks. I trembled uncontrollably, and he asked, “Hey babe, why are you so nervous?” I couldn’t answer him intelligibly. All I could think about was that I was glad to get the punishment over with, but I was so emotional because it was a combination of being a disappointment to him and a little fear at being punished for the first time by my new Dominant.

“Stand up and kiss me,” he commanded, since I didn’t reply.

Gratefully I quickly stood up and pivoted, standing naked before him. Embracing my naked body, he kissed me passionately, and I returned his embrace and stabbed my tongue into his open mouth. It sounds like one of the old romance novels, but I truly felt like I melted into his arms. My trembling stopped, until he turned me around and pushed my head down onto the bed again. Next, I heard some rustling as he undressed quickly and then placed his hands on my ass cheeks once again.

Leaning against me, I felt his cock grow hard almost instantly. It was amazing. Being able to make him that excited so fast made me proud. It was clear that he wanted my body and I was pleasing to him. Without pausing long, he pushed his cock inside me and I was pleased that I was soaking wet and ready for him to slide in and out of me at will. Pumping hard and fast, it didn’t take long for him to climax. Normally I love hearing a man grunt and make sounds, and he didn’t. Not this time. Regardless, I could tell how much he enjoyed it by how he collapsed beside me on the bed, panting.

“Was that my punishment, Sir?” I asked playfully.

Shaking his head no, he pulled me close and kissed me again. “I don’t have much time, and I was horny. Next time, be ready.” With that, he got dressed and left me alone. As horny as I was, I didn’t dare get out the Hitachi so that I could cum too. I spent another restless night. And then another…

A few more days of waiting impatiently for my punishment slowly passed. At last, he set another date to commence the punishment. He instructed me to be in the same position as before, with my hair tied in a pony tail. This time when he came down the stairs, I remained quiet as did he. No kiss or embrace this time. Instead, I heard him get undressed before he touched me lightly on my back. Somehow, I knew this was not going to be like last time. I trembled noticeably and more intensely than before, and he felt it. I didn’t know what to expect from him because he had never really discussed much about his style of punishing, other than he would sometimes make his other slave “red all over from pain/pleasure.”

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked quietly. Déjà vu.

“I’m not sure, Sir.” I managed to say as I struggled to stay still and reminded myself to breathe. Then a loud smacking sound filled the bedroom as he smacked my ass cheek with something. I’m still not sure what it was, but I am guessing it was his belt. Another one followed, and then another. With each strike, I jumped and let out a squeal or gasp. The pitch of my yelp depended on the intensity of the whack. The shaking and trembling continued, along with ragged breathing. There had been no warm up, no light smacks to get the blood to the surface to help me build up to take the pain easier. This was a punishment, not a scene. My job was to simply take it.

In dungeons and bedrooms of my past in scenes as a bottom, I had taken a lot of pain and had even been covered in black and blue bruises for days and weeks afterwards. Bottoming is different than submitting so what hurt the most right now was the pain I felt for having disappointed him by disobeying his rule. The climax I had with the vibrator without permission was not worth what I was experiencing now.

Gripping my hips tightly, he shoved his cock inside me. Pulling in and out slowly, he would stop periodically to smack me again on one cheek and then the other. It hurt. I gasped. But I had mixed feelings because his cock felt good even though he didn’t care if I was enjoying it or not. He pumped in and out and while doing it still managed to strike me hard. I’m sure that I squeezed his cock harder as I tensed after each blow.

Then he withdrew his cock and dripped some lube in my ass crack, and I tensed. I realized he was going to fuck my ass for the first time. This wasn’t how I had imagined it to be at all. Anal sex always scared me for a variety of reasons. Would it hurt? Would it be “dirty?” Would I be sore the next day? Would I enjoy it? All I knew for sure was that up until now, the thought of being impaled ‘there’ made me feel submissive. Incorporating anal fucking in my ‘punishment’ made it all that much more intense, because instead of compliant, I just felt scared.

While my mind was racing, I felt him slip one finger and then two gently into the tight opening, and then he extracted them, spreading the lube generously around and in my opening. Next, I felt the engorged tip of his cock pressing against me. The lube made it easy to slip inside, but once there, my sphincter muscles spasmed, and I squealed, “Ow!”

“Relax baby,” he growled. Without hesitating, he pressed a bit harder, entering another inch or two. It felt like a yard.

“Sir! Ow!” I cried out again, as respectfully as I could manage given the circumstance. Having my ass this vulnerable brought out every submissive feeling I had in my body. Getting past the two sphincter muscles was painful, but once he did I hoped it would stop hurting as much. “Just a minute, please! Don’t move!” I begged, wanting time to adjust to the invasion.

“Take it,” he barked. “Be a good girl and just relax. Let me in.” His hand ran up and down my back, and he felt my tension. I could tell he was enjoying being in command and having me at his mercy.

Not long after that, my muscles let go and relaxed as I accommodated his thick dick. Feeling that I was loosening around his shaft, he started thrusting in and out more insistently. Each inch felt like it would split me in two. Panting and fearful that it may start to hurt again, I struggled to accommodate him and relax into it. I shifted slightly to improve the angle, and that made it hurt less. To my surprise, eventually it actually started feeling good, and he must have sensed that I relaxed more because he sped up.

After thrusting repeatedly for what seemed like a very long time, I summoned the courage to ask, “More lube, please, Sir.” The friction was starting to irritate the lining of my ass, but other than that, I was starting to enjoy being used so harshly. He was showing no compassion, just animal lust. And I was taking it.

Pausing briefly, I could sense that he was considering my request. Maybe he was almost done – close to climaxing – and wouldn’t honor my request. Or maybe he wanted it to hurt. I wasn’t thinking very clearly. Maybe he wanted me to beg some more. Just as I was going to do just that, he dribbled some more lube along his shaft as he slid it deep inside me and then pulled out, getting it nice and wet again.

I belonged to him completely now. He’d conquered all three of my holes. My body was no longer mine. After the additional lube was applied, he pumped harder than before, and I heard his balls slapping against me. His excitement had him breathing hard as he thrust against me over and over, going deeply to the hilt. The fresh lube made it glide easily, and I leaned back into him, starting to enjoy the sensation. This didn’t go on for very much longer because my tight ass caused him to climax. He grunted loudly and complained, “Damn it, slut! You made me cum already.” With that, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and drained. Not done just yet, he administered a couple more swats across both butt cheeks, and then it was over. I had made it through the first punishment.

Breathing hard from the tension and pain, I tried to calm down and relax as I watched him get dressed and prepare to leave. I felt proud of myself for having served him well and for making it through the punishment without embarrassing myself by crying.

“Fucking my ass wasn’t part of the punishment, was it?” I asked playfully, being bolder than I felt. He had told me he would use all of me, and that I had no choice about it. Now that he had done just that, I felt accomplished and thoroughly owned.

Shaking his head ‘no,’ he finished getting dressed, hugged me good bye and departed, leaving me to contemplate that there were consequences to my actions. It drove home that with this Dominant, disobedience would not be tolerated. That was clear. Now all I had to do was internalize that so obeying without thinking would become second nature.

For the next few days, when I shifted in my chair and the bruises shot a dull pain through my buttocks, it was a gentle reminder of the fact that I belonged to him and must obey. Or take the consequences. Not knowing what he had in mind made each day something that I anticipated.

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