03 – Punishment

Literotic asexstories – 03 – Punishment by Ms_Mel,Ms_Mel
The following morning, Jakob woke me with an air horn. Adrenaline absolutely flooded my veins as I leapt from the bed. I looked around in a panic, my rumpled hair flying. The noise ended and, when I realized there was no danger, I glared daggers at him through the open door. With my situation temporarily forgotten, I shouted at him.

“What the fuck, Jake?!” His face immediately darkened, and I remembered exactly why I was back in my old house. The adrenaline still pulsed through me, but now it was justified. I backed away, collapsing to my knees as I went. Dread flooded my gut. I opened my mouth to apologize as he entered the room but, at a raised eyebrow, I remembered.

Rule 2: The prisoner will speak with respect, and only when spoken to.

He took another step closer to me and I tried to scoot back under his withering glare, but I was already against the wall. I desperately shook my head side to side, trying to apologize with my eyes while my jaw was clamped firmly shut. He stepped up to me, blocking the light and casting me in his enormous shadow.

He crouched down until we were level. His eyes were still dangerous; the teddy bear was nowhere to be found. He reached up towards my face. I closed my eyes and flinched as he took my chin in his hand. He made me face him, and I cracked my eyes open. There was concern on his face, only for a moment. Then a devious smirk broke across his lips.

“I don’t think you really meant that, did you, slut?” He asked gently. I didn’t miss the note of satisfaction in his voice, either. He was pleased that he had gotten to me that easily.

“N-no, Sir! Please, Sir, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I don’t-” I stammered out half an apology before he put a finger against my lips to stop me.

“This little outbreak can’t go unpunished.” He said, standing up again. “Follow me, slut. On your knees.”

I quickly crawled after him, desperate to lessen whatever punishment he had in mind. Why had I agreed to this? The little voice came back to remind me. You deserve it. You brought all of this upon yourself, and he deserves to have his revenge. Still, this didn’t feel like revenge. Jakob was being far more dominant than I’d ever seen, but he kept letting other, older emotions slip through.

I stuck to his heels like glue, following him as closely as I could without getting kicked in the mouth. He led me down to the unfinished basement. The stairs were particularly difficult to navigate on all fours, but I managed to avoid falling down the stairs into him. The basement was barely tall enough for Jakob to walk without crouching.

When I had been here last, it was a mess of holiday decorations, camping supplies, and other infrequently-used miscellania. Now, all of that had been packed into several boxes standing against the far wall. In the center of the room stood two sex racks. It took me several moments to recognize how they were meant to be used.

The first looked like a simple metal table, but the presence of joints indicated that it would fold into a chair-like orientation. The second was a leather-bound, X-shaped structure. Both had several straps for keeping me still. I swallowed nervously, but Jakob walked past both of them.

Against the left-hand wall, there was a series of shelves that I initially missed. Jakob approached it and considered something well above my eyesight. It really was humiliating, not being able to see anything above waist-level. It was a point of view most people had outgrown by the time they could walk and talk. I suppose that was the intent, though.

I raised myself up onto just my knees, and tentatively wrapped my arms around his thigh, hugging my naked form to him. He didn’t respond, except to let his hand brush lightly through my hair. I turned my face into his leg and inhaled his scent. I felt my heart break. I had missed him so much, and all that sorrow came back to the surface. I was so close to him, but somehow felt further away than ever before.

I refused to start crying, though. I was sure there would be plenty of tears to expend later. Jakob finally decided on what tool he wanted, and led me back upstairs. Crawling back up the stairs was far easier than going down them. I caught a glimpse of something short and black in his hand as he walked. We went back to the dining room, where the list of house rules was now pinned to the wall.

Jakob turned a chair away from the table and sat down. “Lay across my lap, slut.”

I fought the urge to wince; I knew it was coming, and that he wasn’t going to stop using that particular title until he felt I was numb to it.

I stood briefly and got a good view of what he was intending to spank me with. It was a short whip with a wooden handle and black leather strips. At least it wasn’t something solid. I laid across his lap, exposing my bare ass to the sky.

He roughly moved me over, centering my ass on his lap and forcing my torso to hang further down. It made my ass stick even further in the air, and I could feel the cold air against my moistening folds.

Jakob’s warm palm lightly stroked my asscheeks, and I heard him chuckle when his fingers ventured down and found my wet pussy. He toyed with it for a little bit before his hand withdrew, and a light spank came down. His large hand was able to catch some of each cheek.

I moaned involuntarily, and he chuckled again. “While I think it’s amusing that you’re turned on, slut, this isn’t going to be a pleasurable experience for you. This is your punishment.”

“Thank you for punishing me, Sir.” I responded. I was determined to not need punishments any more than absolutely necessary. If I could help it, this would be the first, and last. He hummed in satisfaction before a whistling sound announced the arrival of the first lash.

I was mistaken to think that the several strips would be easier to endure than a solid paddle. They moved through the air with lightning speed, and struck in several small places instead of distributing the impact across a broad surface. It didn’t feel like Jakob had held back at all, and a scream tore from my throat as the pain lanced through my body.

“Count it. Out loud.” Jakob instructed me as he raised the whip again.

“One.” I gasped through my tears.

“One…?” Jakob’s trailing off tone indicated he was expecting more from me.

“One. Thank you, Sir.” I managed to get out.

The second lash was only different from the first in one aspect: I now knew that Jakob HAD held back earlier. This time, when I screamed, he clamped his hand over my mouth. He let it up just long enough for me to count.

“Two. Thank you, Sir.”

The hand Jakob wasn’t holding the whip in was gently caressing my ass now. His warm palm, combined with the burning pain, caused me to feel like my skin was on fire. His hand moved to my mouth. The whistle was unnecessary to know what was coming next.

“Three. Thank you, Sir.”

On the fourth lash, the tears finally broke through. I sobbed into his hand as he continued to redden my ass. On the fifth lash, he announced that we were halfway there. A surge of fear went through me at this; there was no way I would endure another five lashes.

The lashes began to fade together in a blur of pain. Despite that, I could still feel myself getting wetter. Somehow, though it never had before, the pain was working my own body against me. On the eighth lash, Jakob took notice of it.

“My, my.” It sounded like he was shaking his head. A finger roughly shoved itself into my leaking pussy. “I thought I told you this wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience for you, slut.”

“I – I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me.” I cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his finger worked my g-spot. I felt myself beginning the climb towards that peak but, just as the pleasure began to eclipse the pain, he withdrew the finger and the whip fell.

“Nine! Thank you, Sir.” I shouted in agony and frustration. The finger was back, working me closer to the edge. His thumb flicked my clit, and the sudden, unexpected sensation nearly sent me over. “Please, Sir!” I begged him in earnest. “Please, Sir, let me cum! Please let your slut cum!”

The fingers were withdrawn immediately, and he growled into my ear. “No. This is your punishment, slut. You are not to cum.” He waited until I whined in frustration, falling away from the edge of orgasm. Then the tenth lash collided with my abused ass.

“Ten. Thank you, Sir.” I couldn’t entirely keep the tone of annoyance out of my pained voice, but he didn’t comment on it. He gently rubbed my raw ass, which only accentuated the burning sensation. It usually felt so good to have him touch any part of me, but now it just made more tears leak out of my eyes.

I whimpered pathetically, and Jakob made a soft shushing sound, like you would to calm a crying child. He gently lifted me from his lap and held me tenderly, comforting me as he did when we had particularly rough sessions together.

All too quickly, he released me. I yearned for his touch, for the gentle giant I once knew to take me in his arms and make it all go away. Instead, he led me over to the couch and had me lay down on my stomach.

“Stay here.” He murmured before his steps retreated towards the master bedroom. I dimly heard him rummaging around in the medicine cabinet in the master bath. When he returned, he knelt beside me and I heard the unscrewing of a jar. The ointment we kept for just such an occasion.

I tensed and shook when the cold ointment touched my burning flesh. “Hold still, Sarah.” He said soothingly. The warmth that flooded my chest from his use of my name gave me the strength to force my shaking limbs to cease. He applied a generous layer of the ointment before screwing the cap back on the jar. It calmed down the worst of the burning, but I was still left in a considerable amount of pain.

“I didn’t break the skin.” Jakob said. “I’m sure it feels like you’re missing most of the skin back here, but it’s just really red. Lay here for a while.”

“Yes, Sir.” I mumbled into the cushion. I had only been awake for thirty minutes, if that, but I wanted to just go back to sleep. Jakob set the ointment on the coffee table, and retreated to the kitchen. I heard him moving pots and pans around in there, and vaguely thought that I should be helping him before I passed out.

Jakob woke me up gently this time, prodding my shoulder until I roused. I went to sit up and almost yelped in pain. I tried to lay down again, but Jakob’s forearm caught around my neck and shoulders, preventing me from doing so.

“Push through it.” He said firmly. His eyes were back to the cold, guarded expression. I nodded slightly, and he released me. I moved my hands up to the shoulder of the couch and pushed back in one swift motion. I clenched my teeth and screwed up my eyes to keep myself quiet. It burned like hell, but the sharp stinging sensation had been taken care of by the ointment.

He led me from the couch to the dining room, where he had prepared bacon, toast and hashbrowns for breakfast. There were two plates and two glasses of orange juice, but one of them was on the floor, at the right foot of the chair at the head of the table. Jakob sat in the chair. I knelt at his feet, leaning against his legs for support while we ate.

When I finished, I sagged against him. A thought leapt to the forefront of my mind, and I looked up at him. His eyes were far away and beautiful. I got lost staring at him for a moment before remembering. I tapped his leg lightly, and he shook himself out of his reverie. He looked down at me and cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, slut?” The gentleness that followed the whipping was gone.

“Sir, what will happen to me when you have to leave?” I asked hesitantly. “Is the prison going to take me back?”

He considered me for a moment before responding, “I’m not going to be deploying again. I put in for a leave of absence. They usually don’t approve them for such a long time, but I called in my favor with the Secretary. That fast tracked the approval, and got me freed up to handle this.”

I stared at him, trying to come to terms with what he’d said. Just days before he left on the deployment that would come to be his last as a married man, Jakob had recognized the daughter of the Secretary of the Navy, Admiral Glass, at a bar while he was out with three of his friends. The girl was too young to drink, and much too naive.

The way Jakob told the story, he had left their booth to go convince her to drink with them, where they could keep an eye on her and the creeps away, when he saw two men run a play on her. The one on her left showed her something on his phone while the one on her right slipped his hand briefly over her drink, and the surface rippled as something fell into it.

Jakob shouted for his buddies and, before the two men knew what happened, they were on the sidewalk outside, each with a SEAL sitting on his chest while they waited for the police. Jakob and the remaining SEAL took SecNav’s daughter home. The girl was visibly shaken, well aware that sheer chance had saved her from a horrible fate and lacking any desire to go to a bar ever again.

Secretary Glass had given his word to each of the four men involved that, should they ever need the full weight of his office, they only had to call. That was a serious favor. The kind of favor that less-scrupulous men would be able to transition into an extremely comfortable life in the higher ranks of the military.

Jakob had instead used it for me. For the despicable woman who ripped his heart into pieces. I lowered my gaze and forced the tears back. I hadn’t been this weepy in a long time, but now I was dealing with six months of repressed emotions and it seemed like any little thing would set me off.

“So, what are you going to do for money?” I asked softly. If he was burning through his retirement for this, I was going to send myself right back to prison. It might be a waste of his favor with SecNav, but I was not about to let him throw away his golden years over me.

“It’s a paid leave.” He said simply. “Plus, D.O.C. has an account set up for any of your needs while you’re here. I have to requisition funds and have them approved first, so it’s not particularly convenient for day-to-day things, but I’ve already used it to set up an appointment with a doctor for next week. They need your physical done, and I suppose it’s only prudent that we get your long term birth control started again. Have your headaches come back? I remember they used to get pretty bad when your hormonal panel was out of whack.”

“How are we going to go to a doctor? I can’t leave the property.” I was still processing the idea of a D.O.C. bank account just for me, but I recognized the justification for the birth control for what it was; Jakob didn’t want a pregnancy showing up while I was in his care.

“The doctor I’ve scheduled with makes house calls. Any medication will be delivered by a private courier. Of course, this means that I won’t be able to punish you like that again until after your physical.” He mused aloud, seemingly thinking to himself as he sipped the remainder of his orange juice.

“Really?” I couldn’t stop the word from springing forth and, just as I knew it would, it betrayed my inner elation.

Jakob turned a wicked smile at me. It scared me almost as much as his glare had that morning. “Don’t think you’ll be getting a free pass, slut. There are many, many ways to adjust someone’s behavior without leaving a mark.”

He sighed and pushed back from the table. I clung briefly to his leg, getting one last whiff of the cinnamon pine scent that seemed to flow out of each of his pores. Then he was standing. I got to my feet, wincing at the renewed movement of the muscles in my poor ass. I picked my dishes up off the floor and combined them with his, taking them all to the kitchen.

Doing the dishes, even while nude, was so close to normal that I would have been able to ignore my problems if it weren’t for the ceaseless heat radiating from my backside. When I finished, I turned around and leaned against the sink. The clock on the stove read a quarter past one. That couldn’t be right. I called out to Jakob.

“Honey, did we-” I broke off, frozen in horror at what I’d just done. Jakob slowly walked into the kitchen, his sorrow hidden deep behind the irritation he wore on the surface of his face. I said nothing, but looked down at my feet. Why couldn’t I get this through my head? Was I trying to hurt him even more, reminding him of what he had once had? What was wrong with me?

He walked in and stood toe-to-toe with me, towering over me once again. “Slut.” He acknowledged, giving me a chance to speak.

“I am so sorry, Sir. Please don’t use that thing on my ass again, Sir.” My lower lip trembled as I held back the emotions. “I won’t do it again, please, Sir.”

“Do you deserve to be punished, slut?” His tone was passive, cold.

“Yes, Sir.” I whispered in terror.

“Would you like to suggest a punishment other than another flogging?”

My mind raced. He was giving me a chance. What was better than turning my ass cherry red? What would he want? I thought briefly about anal, but his hips would smack just as hard as any tool. Then, I spoke. “Would Sir like to fuck his slut’s mouth again?”

He laughed. He laughed at me and said, “I don’t think that’s much of a punishment for you, slut! Sucking my cock is a reward for you, isn’t it? Doesn’t it make you wet to think about?”

I looked down at my feet again, shame flooding color into my cheeks. “Yes, Sir.” I whispered in humiliation. Of course he wouldn’t allow that. He knew I’d always enjoyed sucking his cock and, now that I knew I could deepthroat, it was a skill that I was keen to master.

“I think we’ll have to use the table downstairs.” Jakob said after a brief silence. “Come with me, slut.”

I followed meekly behind him, wondering and worrying about what exactly was going to be done to me. Maybe he wanted to drip hot wax down my body, so he needed me restrained and flat. My thoughts were interrupted when Jakob went to the shelf again.

Now standing, I was able to see the vast collection of tools at his disposal. There were more vicious-looking whips, gags of all sorts, hoods and suits, a menagerie of dildos and vibrators, as well as a number of plugs and beads that would no doubt become acquainted with my tight ass. It made me clench subconsciously.

Jakob saw me looking at the shelf and frowned. “Go lay down on the table, slut.” I obeyed, laying face down. The cool metal immediately hardened my nipples and sent goosebumps racing across my body. Despite the imminent punishment, I could feel myself getting excited for Jakob to use me. I was still frustrated from earlier, and I desperately wanted him to finish me.

Jakob spoke while considering his options on the shelf. “What did you want to say, slut?”

“Sir?” I asked in response.

“When you forgot your place. What did you want to say?”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Sir. I was just going to ask if there was a power outage last night.” I responded. “The clock on the stove said it was after one, but we had only just woken up and gotten breakfast.”

“You had a nap before breakfast, slut.” He reminded me.

“Surely it wasn’t that long of a nap!” I protested, adding, “Sir!” before he tacked on another punishment.

“I woke you up at ten o’clock this morning, slut. After your punishment, you slept for a couple hours. I decided to wake you up at half-past noon. We can’t have you just laying around all day.” He smirked, finally deciding on a toy. It was a large, white wand. The kind I knew was incredibly powerful. My heart sank in my chest as he walked over to me with the wand and some body tape, and I recalled his words from earlier; “There are many, many ways to adjust someone’s behavior without leaving a mark.”

In a desperate bid to put off the inevitable, I kept asking questions. “But, Sir, why would you wake me up so late and let me sleep so long?”