Show your Lines

It had been “ages” since she”d been properly punished.

Busy, they”d just been so damn busy. It was tax time, they”d just remodeled two rooms in their home, there were serious extended family responsibilities, and lately, his soaring career was taking all of his attention.

After dinner each night it was always the same. Michael would work late into the evening, briefcase open, laptop carefully poised. She”d bring him a glass of Chivas, (she preferred wine) and then she”d amuse herself watching TV or reading a book. She would inevitably go to bed alone.

The last time they”d made love was over a week ago, and it had been almost a month since he”d raised welts on her pretty ass.

What was a girl to do?

Delicately chewing on a long fingernail, Sarah mulled over the current situation. She was trim, proud of her perky tits with peach nipples, had deep green eyes, long hair. He wasn”t getting tired of her, was he? Had he found someone he liked better? No, she supposed, shaking her head ruefully, he really hadn”t had the time.

He needed a break from his job, and they needed some free time together. That was the problem.

Sarah thought about the upcoming weekend. Wasn”t that available? Oh, no, wait. His company dinner was this Friday evening. Damn it!

Not that she didn”t want to go. As a matter of fact, she”d been looking forward to it for some time. His colleagues were always very enjoyable, she had a gorgeous new dress for the occasion, and she positively loved to dance.

But her problem remained. Last evening, for instance, he wasn”t even aware when she modeled her new red chemise! It was enough to drive a girl insane.

Then her eyes began to sparkle with mischief. Maybe, Sarah thought, I could push things just a bit. Maybe I can force the issue. Grinning evilly, she mused, maybe I can piss him off enough he”ll have to notice me!

On the heels of that idea came the slight worry that if pushed, her man would certainly push back; he just might react in a way she couldn”t handle. But she quickly tossed that thought aside. She was feeling so neglected; it was time for positive action.

Sarah began that evening after dinner. It was simple enough, really. As she stood to clear the plates she accidentally spilled his drink into his lap. He swore and quickly stood, giving her his most serious expression. She hastened to help with the mess, and though she apologized profusely, her eyes danced with mirth.

Yet, to her intense frustration, he did nothing. Well, he did stroke her cheeks gently and kiss her soft mouth. And he admonished her a bit about how she needed to be more careful (and to make sure his suit was cleaned tomorrow).

Well, hell. That didn”t turn out as she”d planned.

Michael worked long and hard that evening; Sarah managed to lose herself again in a novel. Eventually she went to bed alone. She didn”t know when he finally came to bed, but it was late, and to her disappointment, he was gone before she woke up.

After coffee and her morning shower, Sarah decided to spend a great deal of time on her appearance today. Choosing carefully, she made certain her clothes were sweetly seductive. She primped and pampered and perfumed and was poised waiting for him at the door.

When Michael got home, he did notice and kissed her warmly. Then, unfortunately, he asked when dinner was going to be ready because he had four new contracts he needed to oversee by morning. Gritting her teeth, she turned back to the kitchen to finish the preparations. He relaxed in the living room, loosened his tie, opened his damn laptop and started working.

They were having Mexican food, so Sarah decided to overly season his portion of fajitas. They both preferred spicy, but this level of intensity would probably singe the hair off the inside of his nose. Perfect.

She served him with a smile, which broadened significantly as he choked and reached for something cool to drink. Draining the last of his water in noisy gulps, Michael set the empty glass down loudly on the table. Sarah jumped at the sound. This time he was not amused and sent a furious glare in her direction.

“Little one?”

“I”m sorry, truly I am. I guess I just miscalculated.” She got up from the table and tiptoed into the kitchen. Barely holding back her giggles, Sarah prepared a fresh plate for him.

After that, they shared polite conversation. Michael again reminded her about being patient, and that things at work would certainly ease soon. Sarah looked slightly mutinous, but pretended to grudgingly acquiesce. She did remember to ask him about the company dinner the following night, and after looking briefly startled, he slowly nodded in approval as she gushed about her new black dress.

It was a promising beginning, but the evening once again became “tableau in front of TV”. Sarah read a book and watched a show (not being able to concentrate on either) and peered at Michael from the corner of her eye. By the time local news was on, defeated, she again decided to go to bed without him.

As she walked back into their bedroom Sarah noticed his briefcase. She studied it for a moment, wondering if she could finally do something that would truly annoy him. Opening it slowly, she scanned the contents carefully.

There were many folders and files, customary nice pens, some credit cards. What trouble could she possibly cause? Grinning, she decided to go for the obvious. She took a deep breath, and one by one, removed all his plastic.

She knew he often catered important business lunches. He rarely carried cash, in fact with business he ran on plastic, and he would be very angry when his customary charge cards were missing. She held them in her hands slightly, suddenly nervous, and then decided to hide them in her underwear drawer, deep in the back, near her naughtiest panties.

That night, Sarah slept fitfully, tossing and turning, feeling at times guilty, at times horny. She debated sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick masturbatory session but sleep finally overtook her.

The next morning she awoke much later than she”d planned. She felt bleary-eyed and sluggish from lack of sleep when she wandered slowly into the kitchen. Michael had already left for work, but he left a note for her on the table.

“”My little one. I expect you to be ready at 6:00 this evening. We are guests of honor at this dinner and therefore must be prompt. ~M”"

She remained disappointed about her unsuccessful attempts to rouse his ire, and his hand, but it was time to put that aside. She was truly looking forward to this event, the dinner, the dancing, the people. Smiling, she threw herself into preparations for the evening.

~

It was nearly 6:00 p.m.

For once, she was ready on time. She was also breathless with anticipation, with excitement, with nerves. She spent hours today cleansing and moisturizing, having her hair and nails done, going out to shop one more time for the proper undergarments, and making sure she was going to be able to dance in her ultra high heels. As she examined herself in the mirror she had to admit she was pleased with the results.

Her hair was piled high, curled prettily, a few loose tendrils in arranged disarray. Though not overdone, bright elfin eyes were lined heavily and high cheekbones were regally emphasized. She gave her reflection a kiss with her flirtatious mouth that was toned a deep pink to match her long manicured nails.

She ran those same hands slowly down her long dress, smiling at the feel of the black satin. It was sleeveless, with deep plunges in front and back. A sheer wrap around her shoulders pretended modesty.

She turned to look at her dress carefully from behind. She was wearing thong panties and thigh high stockings; the dress was so form-fitting any other type of undergarment would have easily shown.

High heels that just skirted the edge of slut completed her look. She was ready.

Sarah nervously paced back and forth in the living room, killer heels cutting sharp tracks through plush carpet. Where was he? He was always on time. Damn it! She”d forgotten her purse. She strode back to the bedroom to find it, and on impulse decided to check for his credit cards. To her surprise, they were gone.

As she walked back to the living room her brow was crinkled in confusion, but then she forgot all about it as she saw him standing there, waiting for her.

Her heart started beating faster when she saw Michael. He looked devastatingly handsome in his dark suit. He was so tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair; she couldn”t wait to be in his arms tonight.

“You look wonderful,” he said.

“I”m so glad you”re here,” she blushed in relief. “I was getting worried. Are you ready to go?”

He leaned down to kiss her cheek and said, “I need to get something from the bedroom. I”ll be right back.”

Sarah checked her makeup in the hall mirror and added more lipstick, humming happily to herself. She didn”t notice he was in the room again until his reflection appeared behind her; she smiled at him in the mirror. He caressed her upper arms gently, then gripped them firmly. Startled, she gasped and then tried to break loose.

But Michael now took control.

“My little one, it seems we have unfinished business at home.”

“What? No! We can”t, not tonight, no please, we”ll be late!”

Dragging her away from the mirror, he said, “I”ve let your naughty behavior go on long enough. The dinner can wait.”

He was amused at her continued protests as he forced her to the center of the living room. He sat on the large chair they often used for discipline and pulled her across his lap. Smiling at her predicament, he cupped her sweet ass cheeks firmly.

“N-no! Not now!” she still begged.

“Since when,” he murmured, pulling her dress up over her struggling hips, “are you the one to say when you will be punished?”

Michael looked down at her before he began. She really was beautiful. The black thong divided her ass cheeks, her pretty stockings framed fine thighs, and her high heels should probably be outlawed. Her hair was gorgeous, makeup was perfect, and her new dress was so sexy. He grinned hugely. His little Sarah was going to be very angry before he was done.

SLAP!

He hit one perfect cheek over her thong, watching the pale globe redden slightly.

SLAP!

The other side quickly received the same.

Her flesh jiggled slightly and she started kicking and flailing at him, much more than was usual for her. While squirming all over his lap, she continued to plead with him to stop.

He answered her with a firm spanking.

“I suppose (SLAP!) you think (SLAP!) that because (SLAP!) you wish it (SLAP!) I”ll stop? (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!)You are quite mistaken, my little one.”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Michael did stop for just a moment to touch her warming cheeks, and then he grabbed her thong and pulled it down. Leaving it tangled at her knees, he marveled at the sight. She was just so incredibly arousing.

Sarah realized his attention was diverted and attempted to get free. Swinging her arms back at him she actually managed to connect with his hard chest. Amused again, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Then he looked for something with which to restrain them.

He”d retrieved their box of “toys” from the bedroom and easily found what he needed. Using a thick scarf he thoroughly trussed her wrists, and as she began to swear he laughed and removed her panties completely. Holding her head firmly, he shoved them into her mouth.

Very nice. With her wrists bound behind her back, her mouth effectively gagged, he held her immobile while he removed his jacket. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

He began to spank her forcefully now. Hard slaps, without pause, and then harder still. There were so many he lost count after about forty but he cheerfully continued her punishment.

Sarah whimpered through her gag, the muffled sounds growing louder and louder. She wriggled shamelessly over his lap. She was covered in perspiration and her hair was hanging in her face; her face was now almost as red as her ass cheeks.

Good.

Stopping momentarily, he listened to her stifled complaints with a smile. Then, searching through their supplies, he selected a thick anal plug with an extended handle. He held it up in front of her face and told her to spread her legs. When she didn”t immediately comply, he found their leather paddle and strapped her harshly across the center of her cheeks several times. It left small welts and deepened the crimson shade of her ass.

Wincing at each stroke she finally obeyed, exposing her damp pussy and tight hole for his pleasure. He teased her wetness and shoved his lubed finger into her clenching ass, fingering her thoroughly. He also lubed the plug and then began to make it fit, inch by inch.

Sarah tried to escape, her wrists still bound, but Michael easily held her down with one hand on the small of her back. He forced the plug inwards, and as he approached the widest part she yelled through her gag. He could barely make out her garbled pleas, but he punished and continued to push, and finally the plug was in. He marveled at how her ass quickly clenched tightly around it.

Beautiful.

She held her body still, ass up, trembling, breath coming in quick gasps. Michael knew the toy was uncomfortably huge; this was the perfect opportunity to remind her who was in charge.

“My little one, I wonder if the plug will be visible through your dress? I imagine you”re going to have difficulty sitting through dinner and dancing with me later.”

He grinned as she moaned. “I”m going to enjoy this evening thoroughly.”

Listening to her continued muffled protests, he jiggled the plug playfully and said, “Stand up.”

She slid off his lap; he kept her on her feet and quickly walked her across the room. Positioning her body over the back of the couch, ass up high, he raised the back of her dress again.

Those perfect cheeks were red and glowing hot and the plug was protruding from her tight hole in erotic display.

WHAP!

Michael used the leather paddle to strike her ass sharply. It took her breath away, he saw, as her entire body jerked in shock over the couch.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

After each stroke he deliberately paused, letting her anticipate the next blow. He also scolded her, “What did you think you were doing, spilling my drink in my lap?”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

As he caressed her crimson cheeks he could feel the intense heat. She was wriggling furiously now in pain from the paddle; he found it so arousing as she began to fight anew.

Grinning, he held her down more firmly and continued the assault on her ass. “Did you think I wouldn”t know you hot-sauced my meal on purpose?”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Her level of frustration must be incredible, Michael thought in wonderment, paddling her with even more force. “Never hide my credit cards again, you naughty little slut. It”s a good thing I checked before I left this morning; you could have caused me problems at work today.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Then he felt it, felt Sarah”s true submission. Her body became limp over the couch and she began to sob. But he wasn”t quite finished with her yet.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Her sobs were louder, yet muffled, and still he continued to punish her.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Tears trickled down her cheeks, dripping off her chin, soaking into the panties wedged into her mouth.

Ah. That was it.

He stopped the spanking then and kissed her burning cheeks.

“Sweet girl, my brave little one,” he said gently.

She cried, head lowered, tears and mascara trickling down her face. Her bright red ass still showcased the handle of the thick plug.

Lifting her up, Michael cradled her in his strong arms. Her hair was mussed, makeup ruined, dress rumpled; he thought she had never been more lovely.

After he removed her panties from her mouth he kissed her tenderly. She kissed him with passion, struggling just a bit with hands still restrained behind her back.

Michael tucked her hair behind her ears and touched his lips to her tear-stained cheeks. As he kissed her again and again, she calmed in his arms.

“My little one. On your knees.”

Sarah looked at him with surprise, but then bit her lip as he helped her to her knees. She leaned back, hands still behind her, and opened her mouth obediently as he unzipped his pants and freed his thick cock.

With his hand under her chin he shoved into her mouth and began to thrust. She was wet and hot, her tongue was tantalizing, and he groaned as he slid himself in and out.

“Suck me, little one.” He murmured, hands in her hair. She clasped her pretty lips around his cock and drew him in deeply. Almost gagging as he slid his full length into her, she pleasured him skillfully, her eyes watering.

He was painfully aroused and began to pound harder into her mouth. Faster and faster, he was going to explode soon, and he held her head firmly as he took his last few rough strokes.

Grunting, Michael pulled out and let his cum land on her pretty upturned face. Multiple jets of warm white spattered her cheeks, her hair, her chin, and dripped down the front of her black dress.

Breathing heavily, he took a step back. He adjusted his clothing as he gazed on his Sarah kneeling on the floor in front of him. She was cum-covered, paddled and plugged, tears still welling, and he smiled as he lifted her to her feet.

She looked at him in aroused frustration and he kissed her, tasting his own cum. She kissed him back desperately, and he allowed it briefly before pulling back slightly and turning her body away from him.

Ignoring her pleas he ushered her face down over the couch again. He lifted up her dress, exposing her fiery red, blotchy cheeks; the sight of the huge plug protruding was almost obscene. Grasping the base, he began to fuck her with it, pulling it almost all of the way out, then pushing it in, over and over again.

She moaned constantly through her now wide-open mouth. Her hips began to move involuntarily back against him and her thighs were slick to her stockings with her own moisture.

Michael spread her legs wider apart as he continued to slowly fuck her ass. Reaching underneath, he slid two fingers into her pussy and penetrated her wetness in time with the actions of the plug.

Eyes tightly closed, Sarah began to beg him, “Oh Master!”

“Yes, pet.” He smiled, filling her holes, becoming aroused yet again, watching her writhe in agonized pleasure. Now he attacked her clit, roughly pinching and rubbing as she whimpered for more.

“Please!”

Finally he said softly, “Cum for me, little one.”

“Ohhhh!” She immediately climaxed, flooding his hand with juices, clenching tightly on the toy embedded in her ass.

“Sweet pet,” he murmured, keeping up the pressure on her clit, continuing to fuck her with the toy in her clasping ass as she gasped and shuddered and squirmed, hips pumping up and down.

Her breathing was just beginning to ease when suddenly Michael removed the plug in a smooth motion, letting the cool air kiss her exposed hole. Releasing his cock, he aimed his renewed erection at her ass and penetrated.

“Oh God!” Sarah cried, as he began to fill her tender hole with sharp, rough strokes. His hard body pressed against her flaming cheeks as he forcefully took her.

Perspiration dotted his shirt as he fucked her; the heat from her spanked ass radiated against him. He used his hands to spread her cheeks wide, enjoying the sight of her widely stretched hole clenching tightly on his thickness.

“Do you love my cock in your ass, little one?”

“M-Master-”

“Answer me.” He goaded, pounding in and out.

“Y-yes, I -”

He rubbed her engorged clit and was rewarded with loud cries as her entire body shook with another intense orgasm. She sobbed his name over and over as she shuddered, her ass gripping his cock.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and removed my gag. I happily opened my mouth, tasting his cum, my ass, and a little blood. I licked and sucked his cock with vigor. What can I say, I like what I like, as sick as it sounds. He patted me on the head, and said to me, “you have done well my little one. You now know some of the things that I am capable of. I know you hated and yet enjoyed some of what has just occurred. If you fail me, you will feel only pain the next time. Pain ten times worse than you just felt. I will whip you, and beat you until you understand. Now if are a good pet tonight, while I cannot promise you how your new owners will tend to you, I will tell you that I will never harm you physically again. If you obey your new Master, I’m sure he or she, will treat you with kindness.”

“Thank You Master” I replied. “After what just happened, I promise I will be good.” Although part of me enjoyed my painful and wonderful experience, I really didn’t want a repeat performance any time soon.