His and Hers Punishment

“The flogger? The crop? Or just my bare hand?”

She was smiling, but it was not a gentle smile. Not the same smile as when they were sitting on the couch together, talking and curled up against each other. Not like the one she’d give him when he brought flowers home to her, or a small gift, or even just a hug and a kiss. No, this was a smile that stated, clearly and¬†concisely, which of them was on top, and it was ever-so-obviously not him. He’d left a wet towel on the bed again, and they didn’t deal with such mistakes like an average, typical couple – they had much more fun when one of them made a mistake and disappointed their partner.

Last week, it had been dishes left in the sink, and that time it had been her who had made the misstep. He had tied her up and shoved their biggest dildo into her ass, then put nipple clamps onto her extremely sensitive nipples. And then he had gagged her, and fucked her ass practically raw while he berated her and told her that this was all she was good for. She knew he didn’t mean it, and the best part of it all was that her cunt was dripping wet by the time he slid his cock inside it. He’d fucked her other hole practically raw, too, and she’d thanked him, over and over, as he thrust away.

But today, today he was the one who had screwed up. So it was her turn to choose the punishment, and she had decided that the right one involved his ass and a hell of a lot of pain. He may not have loved having his ass tortured, but he certainly liked it, and he did love having her punish him as she saw fit – he loved it almost as much as he loved her.

“Anything but the crop,” was his answer.

She grinned wider. “The crop it is, then, my darling little slut. And you’re going to thank me with each strike, with each smack of it against your poor, delicate, sensitive li’l butt.” Then she shoved him onto the bed, and put cuffs on his hands, attaching them to the straps they kept hidden under the mattress whenever they weren’t in use…which wasn’t very often. Once he was restrained, she kneeled on the bed behind him, and brought back the crop for the first time. But instead of beginning to smack his ass with it, she brought it down slowly. She brought it to the top of where his ass began to part, and gently ran it down his crack, making sure to add a little pressure as it reached his asshole. He groaned, and she watched as his body relaxed a little bit.

But he wasn’t allowed to relax for long – not on her watch. She raised up the crop again, and this time she hit him with it, hard and fast, on his left cheek.

He cried out, “Fuck!” Then he swore again, as she brought it down on his right cheek. She brought it down, again and again, fast…furious…swift…rough. And each time he thanked her, and her grin grew, and soon her wetness – because this was incredibly arousing, of course – was starting to run down her thighs.

“Good, my dear man, good. I’m ready for act two now.”

“What is…act two?” he asked, his voice a little shaky, his breathing a fair bit louder than normal (and shaky as well).

“Act two is all about me, of course.” She went up to where his face was and shoved it onto her cunt. “Time for dinner, dear. Eat me, make me come, or it’s the crop again. And this time I won’t go easy on you.”

“That was easy?” he mumbled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, slut.”

“Mmm,” was all he said before his tongue came out and he began to lick his way down her slit. His tongue only had a little ways to travel, though, and moments later it was flicking against her clit, a clit which began to throb as his tongue worked away at it.

While he ate her out, she began to fantasize. About what would happen the next time he made a mistake, the next time he angered her. Because the next time, she was going to invite over a friend – a man they’d played with before, a man even crueler than her. In her fantasy, they would tie him to the headboard, and take turns fucking his ass, shoving their dicks into him as the other person tortured his cock and balls, biting, smacking, and twisting them until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then they would climb beneath him, and their friend would fuck her, each thrust of his dick making his ass slide against her boyfriends cock – a pleasurable feeling, of course, but certainly not one which would get him off. Because that was part of the delicious torment. Of course, it might be her, instead, who angered her boyfriend, and she knew that then they would take turns on her ass, one fucking it while the other one tortured her nipples, and perhaps while the other one put many, many clothespins onto her tender labia. She hated when anyone did that to her, but it still managed to turn her on a fair bit.

And yes, it turned her on so much that the first thought of the clothespins brought her back to the room she was in, and brought her over the edge. She grabbed his hair and shoved him against her cunt as she came, as she screamed and thrust against his face.

Her voice still quite breathy, she told him, “Very good, sweetie. Very good.”

“Glad to hear it. That was so much fun,” he said, slowly lifting his head from where it had been working away for the last few minutes.

“I hope it wasn’t enough fun for me to wind up finding another dripping-wet towel piled on our bed.”

“No, but it was enough fun for me to tell you about the mess I left in our car.”

“Really? Exactly how large was this mess?”

As he began to describe it to her, she made a mental note to call their friend that very night, to see if he was free for some fun that weekend. Because would it ever be fun. But she decided, then and there, that she wouldn’t try as hard to remember to turn off the lights in the other rooms. It may have been a waste of electricity, and it certainly would add to their electric bill…and it certainly would inspire her love to punish her, and do a damn good job of it. He may have hated to waste money, but he loved¬†to torment her, to do things to her body that made her gasp and pant…and beg for more, even if the pain was almost too much. But it never was too much, never, and as she shoved his head against her cunt again, she began to imagine what he would do to her body once he began to notice all the well-lit rooms around there house. Hopefully, this next time, he would let his imagination run wild.

She came again only seconds later.

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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