Sweet Agony: A Collection of BDSM Erotica (5 page)

Michael brought the ruler down right across the center of her bottom and Sarah let out a shriek at the stripe of fire it left in its wake. “Oh God, one.” He brought it down again, lower, spreading the fire, “two”. The third hit her low and grazed her swollen cunt; it brought a mixture of pain and desire shooting through her entire body. “Three” Michael rained ten more swift blows over her ass, covering it with
red welts that could clearly be seen through the white cotton panties.

Sarah was breathing hard, and her knuckles were white where her hands gripped her ankles. Michael paused, stroking her blazing ass, waiting to see if she’d use the safe word but Sarah remained silent expect for some sniffling after counting the thirteenth stroke. He could smell her desire, and her ass looked incredibly erotic covered by the simple white panties. The combination of sight and scent was driving him crazy. His cock was hard as marble. He quickly delivered the last seven blows then slowly peeled her panties over her blazing cheeks.

“A pure work of art if I do say so myself. What a glorious ass you have, love. Right now it’s a pretty mix of cream and roses.” He bent down and ran his tongue over the welts then blew on them to cool the sting. Sarah hissed and rocked her hips slightly. God she was hot. Michael took a finger and ran it up the insides of her thighs, collecting the juice of her arousal, then moved up to briefly slide a finger inside her. Sarah clenched her muscles, dying for stimulation.

“You’re incredibly tight Miss Walton. Virgin tight, and ready to be taken.” He stroked her inner walls once, then twice, then pulled out, leaving Sarah quivering with need.

“Ahhgggggg...”

“So wet. So very wet. Such a needy little pussy. All this time you’ve been such a tease, and what you’ve needed was for a man to fuck you good and proper. Taste how much you want me naughty girl. Tell me you want me to violate you. Tell me you want me to fuck you hard and nasty down on your knees.” Michael ran his slippery finger over her mouth, painting her lips with her juices. Sarah licked them and groaned. “Tell me you want me to take your virginity.”

“Yes, yes Sir.”

“Yes what Miss Walton?”

“Please f...fuck me.”

“All in good time Miss Walton. Your punishment is far from over.” Michael stood her up, placed her hands on her head, tucked the hem of her skirt in its waistband so her rosy bottom was on display, and then stroked her nipples for a moment until
Sarah moaned. He cupped her breasts, leaning forward to kiss each nipple and suckle it through the cotton blouse.

“God Michael, I need you.”

“You... crack... are to call ... crack... me Sir ...crack... Miss Walton, and you will be fucked good and proper when I see fit. Now shut that mouth.” Michael brought the ruler across both thighs just above her knees one more time, and Sarah whimpered then moaned. The pain was sharp but exquisite; any touch at this point sent shock waves

straight to her core. Her entire backside was on fire. He stood back and circled her, rubbing his cock through his pants. She was a sight to behold.

Her bottom and thighs were crisscrossed with pink welts against the creamy skin of her ass and tanned legs. Her panties were bunched mid-thigh, and her blouse strained against her heaving breasts. Her nipples were so hard they looked as if they were about to tear through the material, and her eyes were absolutely wild with passion. Michael wanted nothing more than to throw her to the floor and fuck her sideways, but he resisted. The best things in
life took time, and this was going to be oh so good.

“Go to the corner. Hands on your head, nose to the wall. You saw fit to make me wait when I summoned you to my office, now you shall wait for the rest of your punishment. You are to stand there without moving. I’m going downstairs to get something, but I warn you Miss Walton, don’t move and don’t you dare put your naughty hands on your cunt.”

Sarah shuffled to the corner feeling very much like a naughty little girl. A very horny naughty girl, and she was loving every minute of it. God he was an evil man
;
evil, and sexy, and hot. She heard Michael move away from her and then heard his quiet footfalls on the stairs. After that there was nothing but silence. Time passed slowly as Sarah wondered where the hell he was, and what he was doing. Her bottom burned and itched. She was dying to rub it. She was also dying to rub her swollen clit. Just a few strokes and she’d be over the edge. She was so damn close.

The more she thought about it the worse the ache between her legs became.
Every nerve in her body was centered at the pulsing point in her wet pussy. Sarah shifted her legs slightly but it wasn’t enough to find relief. “Michael will kill me if I touch myself so I have to just stop thinking about it. Where the hell is he? God you’ve gone nuts Sarah, standing in the corner, panties at your knees, ass well spanked, juices dripping down your thighs, and talking to yourself. Where the hell is Michael?”

Sarah shifted again. God she just had to touch herself. Just one stroke. Surely she’d hear him if he started up the stairs. Taking a deep breath then holding it, listening for any sound, Sarah slowly brought her hand downward. She silently shifted her feet apart and softly rubbed her belly before sliding her hand down between her pussy lips. When her fingers found her swollen clit she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. One stroke, two, three, almost there, oh God...”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MISS WALTON?”

Sarah squeaked in shock as her hand flew back to its place on top of her head. Michael was right behind her. He must have
been in the room watching her the whole time. Damn him and his silent cunning. She’d never heard him come back up the stairs.

“I asked you a question Sarah. What were you doing?”

“I was ... I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough. Turn around and tell me what you were doing.” Sarah turned slowly. This time her look of embarrassment as she bit her lip and looked at Michael from behind lowered lashe
s
was real. Sarah could feel a hot blush staining her cheeks, and cursed herself for it. For a moment she looked up, eyes blazing with anger over her predicament. Michael smiled briefly as well; he knew it was hard for Sarah to override her pride. They held each other’s gaze silently, waiting for Sarah to make her choice, then she slid back into her role and shifted her feet nervously.

“I was t... t.. touching myself Sir.”

“Where, Miss Walton?”

“I was rubbing my pussy, Sir.”

“And did it feel good Miss Walton?”

Sarah’s voice dropped to a hushed whisper, “Oh yes, Sir. It felt very good. I need to cum Sir, please.”

“Have you ever made yourself cum before Miss Walton? Do you play with your little cunny in the dark under the sheets?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Well there will be no cumming for such a nasty girl until you learn your lesson. I’m glad it felt good and I hope it was worth the whipping you’re going to get for disobeying my orders.” Michael moved closer and slowly stroked her face, pausing to play with one of her braids. “Unbutton your blouse Sarah.”

“Yes Sir.” As she began to unbutton her top, Michael opened his pants and pulled out his cock. The sight of it straining in his hands, rock hard, as he stroked it, almost made her pant with need. Sarah’s eyes moved over him and she licked her suddenly dry lips, before bringing her eyes back up to meet his. The pure sensual lust in her gaze almost did him in.

“See something you want Miss Walton?”

“Oh yes Sir.”

Michael slid his pants off and went to his favorite chair. He sat down and straddled each chair arm so he was sitting, legs spread wide, cock standing at full attention waiting to be serviced. Sarah moved towards him, eager to please, dying to take him into her mouth. When she was a few feet from him, he held up his hand to stop her.

“Take off your panties and kneel down right where you are.” Sarah did as she was told, her eyes pleading with him to let her come closer. “Good girl. Now take your blouse all the way off and sit up on your knees.”

Michael waited until she knelt before him in just the plaid skirt that was pulled up in back to display her crimson ass. He sat transfixed, slowly stroking his shaft, squeezing the head and fondling his balls. Sarah looked at him imploringly. She wanted to be the one with her hands on his beautiful cock. The waiting was killing her.

“Squeeze your breasts Sarah, pinch the nipples, twist them in your fingers.” Sarah closed her eyes and threw back her head as she rubbed and tugged at her nipples, her
mouth opened and she gasped at the pleasure she was giving herself, imagining it was Michael’s hands teasing her tender flesh. “That’s a girl. It feels nice doesn’t it?” Sarah moaned and nodded. “That’s enough now. Hands back on your head, eyes on me.

“Please Sir.”

“Silence, Miss Walton. You are to keep your eyes on me and your hands on your head. Do you understand?”

Sarah whimpered but nodded. Michael loosened his tie and slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt as she watched him, then moved his hand to his hard shaft. He began by stroking himself slowly
;
up, squeezing the head gently, then moving back down, over and over, never speeding up or slowing down, drawing out his pleasure, making her wait, watch, and want. When a bead of pre cum appeared on the tip of his cock
,
Michael spread it around with his thumb then motioned her forward. Sarah came to him eagerly, sliding on her knees, and took his thumb in her mouth, cleaning it of his cum and sucking the one finger for all it was worth.

“Put your hands between your legs Sarah and play with your clit. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone.”

Sarah sighed and immediately slid her hands downward. She held her swollen lips open with one hand so he could see how wet and pink her pussy was. Michael exhaled sharply at the sight of her engorged clit, and he began to stroke himself faster as she pinched it and circled it with her fingers.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers Sarah. Slip them inside you. Can you feel them my naughty girl? Soon it will be my cock sliding in and out of you.” Sarah moaned and Michael smiled. “No cumming Sarah, bad girls must wait. That’s enough now. Hands back on your head.”

“Arrgghhh... you are so going to pay for this Michael!”

“That’s enough Miss Walton!” Michael picked up the riding crop he’d placed near his chair and struck her across the breasts. Sarah cried out and Michael paused, loving the fire in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

Michael grinned from ear to ear. That was his girl, always up for adventure.

“I should make you watch as I pleasure myself
,
Miss Walton. I should make you kneel at my feet while I cum on your breasts and face. You’ve been very naughty Sarah
;
very, very, naughty indeed. Such a tease. Now you will pay.”

“Please no
,
Sir.”

“This is what it feels like to want something desperately, Miss Walton. This is how the boys feel when you flirt then tell them to stop. I won’t be stopping today Miss Walton, and you’re not going to want me to. Would you like to suck my cock
,
Sarah? Do you think you could take it all in? Have you tasted a man’s cum before, you nasty girl? Have you sucked a boy off and swallowed him down?”

“I ...I tried once. It... My mouth hurt so I wouldn’t do it anymore.”

“You’ll do more than that today Miss Walton. You’ll take every inch of me into that sassy mouth of yours until I’m buried deep in your throat, then I’m going to hold onto your cute little braids and fuck you in the mouth. You’re going to suck my cock as
hard as I want you to for as long as I want you to, and when I cum, you’ll swallow every drop. This riding crop applied to your ass will give you a little bit of extra incentive to do a good job of it. Now get over here and service me girl.”

Sarah eagerly scooted between his thighs.

“Spread your knees wide, and arch your back when you lean forward.” Michael tapped Sarah’s upturned feet as she bent low and spread her legs
.
He could apply the leather tip of the crop between her bum cheeks and could whip her little pink bottom hole with her in this position. He did just that, and Sarah gasped in pain mixed with desire. “Now get to work. Disobey me and you’ll feel the real sting this crop can deliver.”

Sarah took Michael
’
s cock in her hands. She cradled his balls in one, and held the shaft tightly in the other. Peeking up at him innocently, from beneath lower lashes, Sarah hesitantly stuck out her tongue and began to lick him all over. They were tiny little licks designed to tease and stimulate but not to truly satisfy, and Michael’s
erection swelled even larger as he watched her go about her work.

“Is this good Sir? Like an ice cream cone?” Sarah lapped at him with a broad flat tongue on the underside of his cock, starting at the base and moving up to tease under the head then swirling when she reached the tip. Michael’s fingers dug into the chair and he nodded, hissing when she repeated the motion. The sight of her servicing him, looking so innocent in the skirt, socks, and shiny shoes, her red ass sticking out from under the bunched up skirt hem, was almost enough to make him quit the game and fuck her into the ground, but he resisted. This was too much fun.