I pulled my waistband down, freeing my slowly growing cock from my boxers. Her eyes widened and she let out a small moan when she saw it, as amazed as ever by its size. I lay over her and pushed my cock against her panties. I brushed the tip against her damp crotch, enjoying the strange, soft feeling of the fabric.
I slowly pulled her panties to the side and began to stroke her pussy lips up and down with the tip of my cock, thrusting slightly against her now visible clit every time I reached it. I kept this up for a while, watching as she grew increasingly impatient and frustrated, wriggling her hips and gripping my bed sheets tight.
It was hard to keep control. My cock was so hard now, so ready, but I wanted to keep teasing her. She lifted her hands up beside her face and started curling and uncurling her fingers in frustration, gripping at the air. She closed her eyes a few times, turning her face away, but her gaze always came back to mine, silently pleading.
After several more agonisingly long minutes, I gently pushed the tip against her pussy, but stopped before entering. She held out longer than I expected, but I only had to repeat this two more times before she finally broke.
“Yesss…” she moaned, “Please, please fuck me, please…”
She’d done it. She’d spoken without permission. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and she let out a little squeal of surprise.
“I told you not to talk.” I growled, pulling hard.
“Ahh yesss, fuck me, please, oh God…” she muttered, wincing with pain.
I clamped my other hand over her mouth and twisted her hair in my grip. Her eyes finally met mine as she realised what was happening.
“Shut. Up.” I said, letting anger creep into my voice.
She let out a little whine against my hand, then fell silent. I held her there for a while, enjoying the look of complete panic in her eyes.
I eventually released her, only to grab her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks.
“What did I say?” I asked.
I relaxed my grip so she could talk.
“I’m sorry…” she whispered almost silently, “I’m sorry, I forgot, I-”
I tightened my grip again, cutting her off. I brought my face close to hers.
“Answer me, slut. What did I say?” I asked.
I let her go.
“You…” she squeaked. She cleared her throat and continued. “You said I can’t talk…unless I’m answering you.” she said, her voice shaking.
“So why did you talk?” I said.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she trailed off.
I could see her eyes starting to glisten with the warning of tears.
I pulled back from her completely and got to my knees. I tucked my hard cock back into my boxers, forcing it to lie horizontally to make it fit. I closed my eyes and started to rub them with my fingers. I was planning to act frustrated and angry, but I was surprised to feel that I actually was a little angry. I’d always planned for her to fail my command, but it still pissed me off that she had.
I looked back at her. She was terrified, like she was awaiting a death sentence.
“Turn around.” I said.
She looked confused, but slowly rolled over on the bed, not daring to speak again.
“Tuck your knees in,” I said, “Push your ass up.”
She slowly acted to obey me, folding her knees under her and pushing her face into my cushions. She was still wearing her panties, and I could see the dampness of her crotch even from behind.
I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, and she let out a little gasp as her wet pussy was exposed to me. I moved behind her, and she let out a long sigh as I grabbed her ass hard with both hands. She really had a great ass, so round and firm. I’d started noticing it more on those occasions when she wore tight jeans to school, and I knew I wasn’t the only guy who watched her from behind. I was just less obvious about it.
I squeezed harder than I had before, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my grip.
She sighed as I released her, but then suddenly, without warning, I slapped her right ass cheek as hard as I could with my open hand. She squealed and gasped in surprise, but didn’t speak.
“Jessica…” I said, “I want you to listen to me. You disobeyed me, and I’m going to punish you. I’ve hit you once…and I’m going to hit you nine more times.”
I’d rehearsed this over and over to myself. I wanted to seem confident and imposing. I wasn’t threatening her, I was just calmly letting her know what was going to happen.
She let out a little whimper of fear, and her body shivered.
“But you need to understand something,” I continued, “This doesn’t have to happen. If you don’t want me to hurt you, you’re free to leave whenever you want. You’ve always been free to leave… But if you do, I’ll be…well… even more disappointed with you.”
She slowly turned to face me. Her expression was magnificent, so sorrowful and panicked.
“You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.
She slowly shook her head. She looked miserable.
“Answer me, Jessica.” I said.
“N…nno. I don’t…” Her voice was shaking. She was on the verge of tears, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She sounded so sincere.
“So you have a choice to make.” I said softly, “You can leave now and avoid the pain…or stay, and accept your punishment.”
“I’m sorry…” she whispered.
“I know, Jessica. I know you’re sorry. But you still have to be punished.” I said firmly.
She turned her head and lay down on the cushions again. The situation had changed so quickly. She’d been so eager, so joyful before.
Did I really want to do this to her?
She stayed silent for a little while, before whispering something so quietly I couldn’t hear it.
“What?” I asked.
She let out a deep breath.
“I’ll stay.” she whispered.
My heartbeat quickened and I could feel little jolts of adrenaline shooting through my body. This was another new step forward in our relationship, another way for me to dominate and control her…and she was staying.
I definitely wanted to do this to her.
“You want to stay? You want me to hurt you?” I asked.
She nodded silently.
“Answer me!” I said. I couldn’t stop my excitement leaking into my voice.
“I’ll stay.” she said slowly. “I…I want…you to hurt me…”
I slid my hands up into my hair and threw my head back. I had to stop myself laughing, screaming, jumping for joy. I couldn’t believe this was really going to happen.
“Good girl.” I said softly, trying to calm myself. “If you want me to stop you can just say so, and I’ll stop. But then you’ll have to leave.”
She nodded again, and I could see that tears were beginning to form on the edges of her eyes.
“Now I want you to count for me.” I said, “Every time I…”
My mouth suddenly felt dry. I couldn’t believe I was really going to say this.
“Every time I spank you, I want you to say how many times it’s been. When you count, I’ll take that as a sign that you’re ready for me to continue. But don’t keep me waiting.”
She closed her eyes and I could see her nod gently again.
“Count, slut. One.” I said.
She took a long, shuddering breath before quietly saying,
“One.”
I hit her left ass cheek as hard as I had the right. The sound of our flesh meeting seemed so loud in the silent room, but I knew it wouldn’t carry beyond the door. I’d done a few tests with my laptop speakers, and I knew it had to get really loud in here before you could hear it even in the hallway, never mind any other rooms.
“Two…” she whimpered.
I spanked her again, this time lower on her right cheek, near her thigh. I was surprised at how much my own hand had begun to sting already.
“Three.” she said quickly.
I hadn’t expected her to speak this quickly. She was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible. In my hurry to keep up, I only hit a glancing blow to her left cheek.
“Four.” she whispered.
I steadied myself. There was no reason to hit right away. I wanted to enjoy this.
I slowly moved my whole body back, then struck out to bring a much stronger slap to her firm ass. My hand was really burning now, but I finally got the reaction I wanted.
She let out a long moan of pain and jumped forward, sitting up to cling to the top of my headboard. She tangled her fingers in the bars and rested her face on the cool metal. I let her rest there for a little while, before I got impatient.
“Get down.” I said firmly.
After a few seconds of hesitation, she moved back into position, her ass sitting proudly in the air. I noticed that her skin was turning pink where I’d spanked her each time. It was hard to see in the dim light of my lamp, but I looked down at my hand to see it was also a darker shade. I smiled and clenched my fist, almost enjoying the pain, knowing we were sharing it.
I looked at her again. She hadn’t spoken for a while. She’d stopped counting.
“Jessica…” I said.
She didn’t say anything. She was holding on to my cushion and letting out slow, shuddering breaths.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard.
“Count, slut!” I commanded.
“Five!” she shouted.
I moved quickly back and spanked her hard. I let my hand linger on her firm ass for a few seconds, enjoying the heat it gave off.
“Siiix.” she moaned.
I waited about 30 seconds, listening to her shaking breath, before I twisted my torso back and brought as much strength as I could into slapping her. Her whole body jerked forward again. It seemed to hurt her more when she wasn’t ready for it.
She whimpered softly, and I realised she was crying. I moved to the side to see her tear stained face. I looked along her body, and started running my other hand over my cock through my boxers. I didn’t think I’d ever been so hard in my life.
After maybe a minute I was getting impatient again.
“Jessica…” I said.
“Si…six…” she whispered.
She’d miscounted.
“Wrong!” I hissed.
I pinched her left ass cheek hard with my left hand, and slapped her hard on the right. She seemed to try to pull away from me, but I maintained my grip.
“Se…seven!” she moaned.
“That’s wrong, slut!” I shouted.
I increased my grip and started twisting her firm flesh, as I slapped her right cheek again, harder than last time. Without waiting, I hit her again, twice, three times in the same spot. Once again I could feel a swell of black rage rise up in me, spurring on my actions.
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