Punished by the Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge (2 page)

But he didn't let me go and he didn't even answer me. Instead, he grabbed hold of the hem of my robe and slowly began to pull it up. As I felt the material move up my thighs I realized with horror that he meant to expose my ass and he'd get a good view.

"No, please, don't…"

He took his time with the material and the knowledge of the inevitable made things seem so much worse. At last he pulled it up over my bottom and I felt the cold air on my skin. I was still wriggling and clenching my muscles, I knew he'd see my ass cheeks clenching and unclenching but I couldn't help myself.

He placed a hand on my right buttock. I decided to try one last time, "Morgan, please, don't do this, don't spank me, please…"

He massaged my bottom gently, first the right cheek, then the left. Then his fingers dipped between my legs, and he stroked my lower lips. "You're wet."

"I'm just nervous! I'm not aroused."

"Really?" His fingers moved up, and he began to probe my tight rear hole with one finger.

"No," I gasped.
"Not there."

He moved his finger a
way. "You're so tight, you've never done it ther
e?"

I shook my head no and
remembered back to one fumbling
ex-
boyfriend who
'd
asked for "backdoor action". He never thought to use lube, and when he'd gotten a tiny bit in, the pain had been excruciating and
I'd given up all pretense of enjoyment. I'd never tried it since and was incredibly relieved when Morgan didn't want to go on there.

But he moved back down to my lower lips and began to stroke me gently, making me stifle a moan. No, I refused to be turned on by this!

He didn't let my silence deter him though - he moved on to my clit and began to press down on it firmly, alternately rubbing and pressing. I unwillingly let out a groan.

"Right," said Morgan hoarsely, removing his fingers and placing a hand on my ass. "It's time to give you a good spanking."

I moaned out in fear this time, and Morgan began to grope my ass, squeezing and rubbing each cheek alternately. "Do you want to you use your safe word?"

I shook my head. I wasn't in any pain yet, I was actually quite aroused by what Morgan had just done to me, and though I didn't want this, I remembered what Morgan had said about not crying wolf and not using the stop word unnecessarily.

"How are you feeling?"

"Yellow."

"Good girl."

Morgan continued to caress my bottom and I decided to try one last time.

"Morgan, please don't do this, I …"

I couldn't get any further. His hand came down sharply on my right ass cheek, and the shot rang out through the room. I gasped out loud in surprise. The humiliation was greater than the pain, I was lying exposed across his lap, and I heard him say darkly, "What are you meant to call me, girl?"

I groaned. I realized that he wasn't going to let me off easily, so I said softly, "Master."

His hand was caressing my ass again, and he said, "I can't hear you."

I wondered if my spanking was already over, and hopefully I said, "Master. You're my Master."

"Good girl. Now, since you've been a naught
y
girl, you're going to have to ask me to spank you."

I stayed silent. His fingers travelled lower again, stroking and caressing me till the wetness seeped out freely.

"And what if I don't?"

Morgan slowly pushed one finger between my lips and I groaned happily as I felt it inside me.
"Do you really want to find out?"

I shook my head quickly, no.

He removed the finger. "Then say it."

I bit my lip, feeling the absence inside me. "Fine. Please spank me."

He brought his hand down quickly, a light, sharp slap. "Say it properly. Insolent subs get rougher punishment."

I took a deep breath and finally managed to say, "Please spank me, Master. Please spank my ass because I've been naughty."

I felt Morgan relax, I felt his erection underneath me, and he caressed my bottom gently. "Good girl. Yes, I'll give you the spanking you deserve so badly."

I closed my eyes, waiting for his hand to come down on me, but he continued to massage my buttocks. I relaxed a bit, and that's when the first smack hit me.

"Ee-ouch!"

He began to smack me rhythmically, across my ass cheeks, moving from left to right, then right to left. It was humiliating but it wasn't too painful, and I could tell he wasn't using his full force. I was grateful he wasn't hurting me too much, and for some reason my pussy had become dripping wet.

He stopped after a little bit and dipped his hand between my legs again, caressing my swollen lower lips. "Perfect," he murmured, "We're right on track. A good spanking is meant to relax and arouse the sub, it's a physiological reaction."

He went on talking softly, probably telling me about the benefits of a good spanking, but I had no idea what he said. My mind had drifted off and all I could think about was how nice his fingers felt on my pussy. He stroked me, then moved to my clit, teased it and then went back to my lips. I was moaning out loud, hoping for more, when he moved his fingers away.

I was jerked into alertness. "What…?"

His hand was on my ass again, and he was caressing me. "Didn't you hear anything I said? I was just talking about the importance of breaks between spanks and your break's over."

Realization flooded in slowly, and when it did I groaned out loud. "No, please, I thought it was over, I want you to fuck me, I need to come."

Morgan brought his hand down on my ass, as if I'd never said anything. I groaned out loud. He began to spank me with more vigor, the swats were harder this time and more painful. He moved up and down, left and right, all across my ass, probably making it red with his hand. I knew I was getting wetter, my pussy was clenching by itself. I was groaning in pain and my mind drifted off…

And then it stopped, and I felt Morgan moving me and making me stand up. He stood beside me and made me bend over, with my hands on the bed, so that I made an inverted V. He
lifted my robe over my hips, exposing my pussy to him, and spread my legs wide apart. He
began to stroke me along my spine, sending shivers down my body.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good." The reply escaped me before I could think.

Morgan stood behind me and
rubbed
his jeans-clad erection against my pussy. I moaned out loud in delight. "Oh yes," I groaned, "Put it in me, I want you in me."

"Red, green or yellow?"

"Yellow," I said automatically.

"Stay still," he said, and moved away.

I was drifting down from my high, and I wondered where Morgan had gone to. Would he be getting something to whip me with? The thought sent a thrill through me, but my ass was already sore and I didn't really want him to whip me.

I felt Morgan reappear behind me, and then I heard a soft buzzing. It went away after a few seconds, and Morgan said, "I brought a vibrator for you."

My heart leapt in excitement and I wiggled my hips.
He switched it on and pressed it against my clit and then he began to rub it up and down along my swollen cunt. "Oh, yes," I moaned, "Put it in me."

But he moved it away and said, "I have something else for you, first."

He grabbed my ass cheeks with one hand, and spread them apart, widening my tiny back entrance. I felt something slick and hard pressing against my cheek, and then Morgan began to slide it in slowly.

"This is a lubricated
anal plug," he explained
, "It's quite thin, so just relax."

It didn't feel "quite thin" but I tried to relax. It pushed my walls apart and I felt my sphincter give way, and then finally it was completely inside me. I breathed a sigh of relief once it was fully in - it wasn't very pleasant, but it wasn't too bad either.

Morgan brought the
vibrator back and began to rub it against my clit again, and I felt the pleasure travelling up through my stomach and along my arms. I sighed as he began to
rub
it against my lower lips, until I was wet and impatient and then finally, slowly,
he
began to push it inside me, till it was all the way in.

I was moaning out loud - in this position it felt deeper than anything I'd ever had before, and it pressed against my walls, against the plug inside me. I was filled in a way I've never been before, and it felt amazing. As Morgan began to thrust it expertly, rubbing it against my walls, I couldn't hold back my screams any longer.

I began to shudder and I felt the pressure travelling along my body, sending me in spasms and then finally the orgasm rushed out of me and I saw red and the world faded away.

When I came to, Morgan had slowed down and was using his fingers to toy with my clit.

I let out a soft groan. "That was amazing."

Morgan pulled out the vibrator and said hoarsely, "I'm glad you think so."

He pulled me upright and slid the robe off me. His eyes were fixed on my breasts. "I've missed seeing them," he said softly, and took my left breast in his mouth. He sucked expertly, and then pulled away and pushed me to my knees.
The anal plug was still inside me, filling me up in a strange way.

I watched as he unzipped his jeans and slid out his engorged cock. It was large and demanding, and as he moved towards me, I knew what he wanted. Fair enough, I thought - I'm happy to repay a favor.

He came up to me, and slapped his cock against my left cheek. I gasped at the demeaning gesture and he said, "Hands behind your back and mouth open like a good sub, girl."

I did as he said, and he slapped my right cheek with his cock. "Now you'll take it in," he said, positioning the tip before my open mouth, "And I'm going to fuck your mouth like the slut you are."

Before I could protest, he pushed it into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head roughly. I wanted to say something, but my moans were muffled. He began to thrust his hips roughly, shoving into my mouth and forcing me to suck his cock, forcing me to take it all in.

My tongue hurt and I gagged once or twice, but
whenever I thought I'd choke he moved back out, before pushing in again. My hands were behind my back and I couldn't move backwards because he held me in place.

"Oh yes," he grunted, "You're my little fuck toy, slut."

Although his cock filled my mouth uncomfortably, I felt strangely proud to be his "fuck toy" and I wanted to make him happy.
When he moved out,
I tried to twirl my tongue around his tip and he rewarded me with a deep groan.

Morgan kept fucking my mouth for a while, and then he finally came and forced me to swallow his come. He kept calling me his slut and his fuck toy, and
it made me feel strangely sexy and happy.

After
he moved out of my mouth, he
pulled me upright
and walked me to the bathroom. He filled a glass
with
water and gave it to me, and watched as I rinsed my mouth and then had a drink. When I was done and put the glass down, he found a small face towel that he moistened. Making me spread my legs wide apart, he cleaned me up.

I was surprised by the gentleness of his gestures. They were so different from how he'd treated me just minutes ago
.

"You can get dressed for a little while," he said, "But keep the plug in. I'll wait for you downstairs."

I wasn't sure what to wear, but finally decided on a sexy bra and panties, skirt and a nice blouse. I chose something that wasn't dressy, but would hopefully make Morgan think I was pretty.

When I got downstairs, I noticed that Morgan had ordered room service. I smiled to myself, wondering what was under the dishes, and Morgan lifted them up for me with a flourish.
He'd ordered roast chicken with roast potatoes and roast vegetables, and I realized I was starving!

We grabbed the plates and moved to the dining room, where I munched in greedily.

In between bites, I said, "Being a sub sure does make you hungry!"

Morgan smiled. "Yes, I've noticed you tend to have a lot of physical reactions. So, how do you like being a sub?"

I wrinkled my nose and made a face. I couldn't deny my body's reactions, but I wasn't about to admit I liked it. "Some things are nice," I admitted. "And it's true that you can get me to orgasm by doing some things.
But that would've happened under normal circumstances anyway. I mean, fingers and vibrators aren't limited to BDSM."

I left out the bit about butt plugs. I was always conscious of mine filling me up and spreading me. It felt a bit strange, but not painful, and I wondered why Morgan had insisted I leave it in. It was hard to walk around with and I hoped I could take it out soon.

Morgan shook his head. "You're missing the point again," he said, swallowing a bite of his
chicken
. "These things might happen normally, but have you ever had such powerful orgasms in your vanilla sex life?"