Lucky Bastard Ch. 08bysmall_town_girl©
"Yes sir. I'm ready for my second punishment."
My bottom is still blazing hot and very sore from his hard spanking, and I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my pussy, my clit and my anus, the whole area swollen and bright red from his expertly-placed slaps. Still I stand tall and still, if slightly shaking, as I accept that I have not yet completed paying my dues.
Coach Rye takes my face in his hands and bends down to place a soft caress of a kiss on my lips.
"That's my brave girl. Very well, sweet Annie, let's get you ready then. For this punishment I want you to turn back to face the chair and put your knees onto the cushion, all the way back so your weight is on the length of your shins. Yes, exactly like that. Now rest your collarbone and shoulders along the top of the back pillow and clasp your hands behind your back. Good. Stay."
I hear him move over to the bed behind me and fumble with something, though I cannot tell what it is. In a moment he is back and moves into my field of vision to show me the two terry-robe sashes in his hand.
"I am going to tie you up again Annie, and then I am going to gag you because your mouth is no longer buried in the seat, and I don't think you'll be able to keep your voice down for the duration of this punishment. The gag won't block your voice completely and you'd be able to breathe a little around it, as well as thru your nose, but it would effectively muffle your screams. Got it?"
My eyes grow large as saucers and my throat constricts as fear slashes thru me. He's going to gag me in order to muffle my screams?! What the FUCK?!! And yet... ...and yet here I am, not yet bound, keeping my position over the chair. And I know I'm going to let him do it. He thinks I can do this. I can do this.
Coach Rye crouches in front of me, looking into my eyes again. "I need an answer Annie."
"Yes, sir. I got it. You're going to tie me up again and you're also going to gag me to keep me quiet. I understand sir."
"Good girl." He says and softly caresses his fingers down my pale cheek before moving behind me to tie my wrists together behind my back. With my weight divided between my shoulders and collarbone on the cushioned backrest and my knees and shins on the padded seat the position is surprisingly easy to take, and I will myself to relax into it. Whatever it is, he thinks I can do this. I can do this. Coach Rye re-appears in front of me and crouches down again.
"Now your gag. Open your mouth Annie."
I open and he wraps one of the sashes around my head, placing it between my parted lips before pulling it behind my nape so that it settles in more tightly between my teeth and pries my jaw open. He repeats the process twice before tying it securely behind and I relax my jaw letting my teeth sink into the thick cotton now lodged in my mouth.
"Breath thru your nose Annie, we've practiced that before. You should have no problem breathing. Yes, very good. Go on, take long even breaths... Good girl. Don't forget to breathe during your punishment. Remember I don't want you passing out on me."
Getting up and stepping again to stand behind me he starts rubbing his hands against my raw ass cheeks, drawing small whines and whimpers from my gagged lips.
"You have no idea how gorgeous you look like that Annie... Bound and gagged and red and swollen from your previous punishment, yet completely submissive and ready to take more, whatever it may be. I've never seen a woman more beautiful in my life." He continues to rub and massage my abused ass as he speaks sending fresh sweet pain into my tortured, needy cunt.
His hands leave me momentarily and I hear him opening and un-zipping his jeans and sliding them off his legs, then the unmistakable tear of a condom wrapper, and in another heartbeat he steps right up to me and I feel his heavy, pulsating cock rubbing up and down my inflamed, still-stinging slit. Mimicking his own movements from before but using his cock this time he dips only his head into my sopping wet opening, then glides it up my crack to rub around my swollen tender asshole. Again and again he repeats this process spreading my cream all over my rosebud, while driving me mad with unfulfilled need at the same time. In my bound, bent-over position I have no leverage to push back and I am left to simply take his slow, almost hypnotic, precise moves, over and over again.
"Almost ready, now all we need is a good amount of lubrication all along my cock..." And with that he tightens his hold on my hip bones and slams into my pussy, all the way in, at the same time hitting my cervix with his head and my tender opening with his pubic bone, and the sharp pain rips thru me and spills out of my lips in a gut-wrenching scream, muffled by my gag: nnnrrrgggggghhhhhhaaaaa!!!
At the same time my pussy clenches and floods around his rock-hard cock, and he lets out his own guttural growl: "arrrgggghhhh yessss... squeeze my cock with your pussy... get it all wet with your juice... oahhh yeah that's right, just like that. More..." And he grinds himself deep inside me, his course hairs painfully scratching my hyper-sensitive skin, causing fresh pain and liquids to spill from the inside out.
He pulls out, and I know his cock must be glistening with my juices and jutting rock-hard and painfully full before him. He rubs it again along my crack and over my rosebud and then lets the tip of his head rest against my tightly clenched rear entrance.
"Okay Annie, I am going to start your second punishment now. I am going to fuck your ass hard -- very, very hard -- and I am not going to stop until I cum deep inside your belly. It is going to hurt because of your previous punishment. Like before, I want you to focus on taking it in, absorbing the sensations and the feelings, and I want you to keep breathing thru your nose. And you do not -- I repeat, DO NOT -- have my permission to cum. This is your punishment: To be used solely for my pleasure, with no regard to your comfort or needs, and no hope of getting your own release out of it. You will submit yourself to this punishment, and at the end of it you will be hurting and frustrated and feeling completely and utterly used... and you will also be forgiven for breaking my rules. Understand?"
Heart lodged in my throat I nod and mumble around my gag: "nyeh nhir"
"Good. Now you know what to do. Relax your sphincter and push out a little. Here we go."
I let my head hang down and close my eyes, exhale slowly thru my nose, and consciously relax my tight back opening. Immediately I feel his velvety head push insistently in, his palm on the small of my back holding me steady. My anus is already sore and swollen from the direct slaps it got earlier and the pressure on the still-raw nerve endings hurts like hell. Involuntary sounds of distress tear from my gagged mouth but his cock is like a force of nature, relentless and unstoppable. He keeps pushing slowly and I feel the burning sensation as my ring of abused muscle is forced to stretch ever wider around his rock-hard, engorged, purple head.
Incoherent pleas try to make themselves heard over the ever-increasing pain but cannot be deciphered thru the thick cotton between my teeth, and I frantically shake my head and flex and point my feet trying to release some of the tension pooling tight in my body. Coach Rye seems to ignore me completely and just keeps pushing slowly and forcefully in, the sleek lubrication aiding him in his quest, until suddenly his mushroom head pops fully in. Immediately the edge of the burning pain subsides and I realize I had been holding my breath, and re-focus on drawing air into my deprived lungs thru my nose.
With both hands he grabs the tops of my fleshy mounds, his thumbs and fingers sinking painfully into my shining red globes, and he uses my abused flesh as handles to keep me in place and slowly plow all the way in. Tightening his hold even further he immediately starts pulling out until only the head remains in me, and then smashes back right back into me. He grinds deeply, and then withdraws almost fully only to slam all the way in again. As he does I am pushed forward into the chair, the coarse material rubbing roughly against my nipples, adding to my sensory overload.
He picks up his speed and soon he's holding nothing back, using his whole body mass and his powerful thighs and hips in deep forceful thrusts, hard and fast. He bottoms out on every plunge and when he does his thick base painfully stretches my abused sphincter, his pubic bone smashes my tormented cheeks and the full sac under his base slaps against my tender-red, puffy perineum and outer lips, and my nipples get another rough chafing from the cushion fabric.
I am swamped by the sensations and his fast rhythm doesn't leave any space to think, only to feel. I relax into the pain, my mantra playing itself over and over in my mind: He thinks I can do this. I can do this... Time ceases to exist and I find myself in a semi-conscious space where there is nothing but sensation and I let myself sink into it, succumb to it, fully submitting to the pain pounding hard into me, filling me. Dimly I recognize and welcome the sounds of our bodies slapping wetly together and our breaths coming out in short, shallow gasps. I don't exist anymore, all I am is a bundle of acute sensations floating, rocking, ebbing and flowing in time to his fucking. I want to stay like this forever.
Sensing my withdrawal Coach Rye slows his movements and bends down to speak directly in my ear. "This isn't a reward Annie. Don't you dare cum. This is the price you pay for not being honest in a session with me. You'll do well to remember this... Or next time I will add alligator clamps to your nipples...." And with that he reaches down below me to painfully pull, pinch and twist my hard red nipples, holding them tightly clinched between thumb and forefinger, and resumes his hard rimming of my ass.
Jostled out of my sub-space I am suddenly overwhelmed by it all and I start sobbing again because this fucking hurts!. Soon tears and snut start pooling in my nose and it's getting hard to breathe thru it, and all of a sudden panic sneaks over me to grab me fully in its clutches and I start struggling with all of my might, bucking violently and kicking and screaming thru my gag. NNNNNRRRAAAA!!!!! NNNNNRRRRRAAAA!!!!!! NNNNNRRRRRAAAA!!!!!! NNNNNRRRRRAAAA!!!!!!
It takes him a moment to realize something is actually wrong, but by my third scream I feel him go completely still behind me, then pull out immediately, all the way out, and then wrap his left arm around me and pull me back into his embrace to keep me from hurting myself in my panic. With a single tug of his right hand the knot at the back of my head releases and my gag slacks, and Coach Rye is speaking quietly and urgently right into my ear "Holy FUCK, Annie, STOP. Stop NOW. I gotcha. It's all right, you can breathe. Shhh... you can breathe." He pulls the gag completely out of my mouth and throws it away. "There, you can breathe. Take deep breaths for me Annie. I gotcha, it's all right... shhhh... it's all right. Breathe Annie... Shhhh... Just breathe."
When my panic subsides I stop struggling and go limp against his chest. I can only focus on filling my lungs with air, gulping and coughing. "That's it Annie... in thru your nose, out thru your mouth, slowly... Shhhhh.... It's all right. I gotcha. It's all right..." Coach Rye keeps murmuring reassurances in my ear. Suddenly I get a flash-back from our years training together to one of the many times he'd caught me flying off the top uneven bar after missing a new maneuver I was trying to learn. This is Coach Rye. He's always kept me safe. I know he's going to keep me safe. Suddenly I am embarrassed by my outburst and a huge sense of failure washes over me. I couldn't do it. He thought that I could, but I couldn't. I've failed him. I've failed him miserably. The tears come again, big fat tears rolling down my face.
He leans back just a little to tug at my wrists and my hands are freed and he brings them forward to rest on the back of the chair and starts to slowly rub my neck and shoulders. After a few more minutes his gentle massage ends and he steps back and pulls me away from the chair, sits down, and tugs me back onto his lap so that I am cradled in his arms, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart thumping steadily, reassuringly, under my ear.
I feel him kissing the top of my head and my sense of despair and failure intensifies, and I start sobbing again, my warm tears falling onto his bare chest. "Shhhhhh... it's all right Annie... it's all right..." his trying to comfort me only makes me feel worse and I try speaking between my sobs: "I a-am s-so sorry sir! Y-you thought I-I c-could d-do it and I-I just p-panicked! I am s-so sorry and I feel so ash-ashamed o-of myself f-for failing y-you..." I am crying hard now into his chest, unable to look him in the eye. I feel his hand cupping my chin pushing my head back and I know I'll need to meet his gaze, like it or not.
"My sweet, sweet Annie, you are not the one who should be apologizing here. I pushed you too hard... You're such a natural submissive that for a moment there I seemed to have forgotten that this is your first session, first punishment... I should not have gagged you and tied your hands behind your back. It was too much, too soon, and I am sorry, really sorry I made you panic like that. You have not failed me, do you understand? I failed you. I promise I'll do my best not to fail you again. Got it?"
I let his words sink in. Do I get it?
Finally I nod slowly. "Yes sir, I understand, but..." He raises an eyebrow but lets me continue. "...But sir, I feel like I've failed you because I haven't been able to endure your punishment thru. You said when you were done I will have been forgiven... Please, I need you to complete my punishment. I need to know I have rightfully won your forgiveness. Please... Please continue punishing me. Please give me the chance to be truly forgiven!"
My face is flushed red now but I am holding his gaze and pleading him with my eyes to understand. Coach Rye says nothing for a moment and just searches my face, then asks me:
"Annie, are you sure this is what you want? You've just gone thru an ordeal. You've taken almost all of your punishment phenomenally well and at this point I am willing to forgo the rest and declare this infraction of my rules null and void. I need you to be very, very sure that this is what you want Annie."
I feel better already. "Yes sir, I am very sure this is what I want, what I need. Please, please, please finish my punishment... Please." My eyes are begging him to see my need, my sincerity.
He keeps studying my face for a few seconds, then takes a deep breath and tells me:
"Okay Annie, here's the deal. Being worried about you has served a blow to my libido..." He points onto his lap and I follow his gesture to see his cock now laying softly along his thigh. "So I am going to sit back for a while and let you show me how much you want to be punished. If you do a good job convincing me I promise you I'd be up for action in no time..." And he actually winks at me, thankfully lightening the mood between us, and I feel hope stir in my chest. I can still do this.... Oh please please pleeeaaase let me show you how much I want it!
As I scamper down to my knees ready to start he simply says "wait right there." and strides over to the bathroom. I hear some shuffling and the water running for a few seconds, and in another moment he's back, folding into the chair, and I realize he'd removed the soiled condom and gave himself a quick wash. Raising surprised eyes to him he shrugs and lightly points out: "I didn't think you'd care for the residual taste of rubber and I didn't want that to hurt your chances of success... I have a vested interest in it, you see".
His part-wolf, part-sheepish smile is all the encouragement I need and I shuffle closer on my knees then settle down again, and bend to give him a long, wet lick from the under his testicles all the way to the very tip of his cock, feeling it twitch and smiling up to his eyes. "I think I can do this!" I tell him happily, then dive down to start working on him in earnest, taking his whole shaft into my mouth and sucking it wetly, deeply, massaging it with my tongue. As it starts growing I start bobbing my had up and down making sure to use a lot of saliva just the way I now know he likes it, using my hands to caress and softly tag at his balls while continuously sucking his cock.
The feeling of him expanding in my mouth and starting to push into my back and the first taste of his pre-cum is all the aphrodisiac I need to get my own juices flowing again. Un-checked I hear myself confessing in his ears: "I just love feeling your cock swell inside my mouth, it fills me up so good!"
He answers by tugging me by my hair none too gently back and off of him and then he stands up, towering above me. Taking my head in both his hands he now pushes his cock back into my mouth and starts face-fucking me with short, fast thrusts causing drool to start falling out the corners of my mouth. I hear his soft grunts of pleasure and feel my pussy clench, the movement re-igniting the lingering pain in my punished flesh. Finally he pulls back from me and rubs his wet cock over my face and I realize it is fully back to its painfully-erect, purple-red state.
I turn my pleading eyes again to him and he gives me a small smile and a nod and helps me to my feet.
"Okay Annie, I believe this is really what you want... so I am going to resume your punishment and see it thru to completion. I am not going to gag you, nor am I going to tie you up. Instead I want you to go back to your position on the chair hold your elbows in your palms; I'll need to warm you up again..."
I almost squeal in joy -- Yes!! -- and hurry to arrange myself over the chair as instructed.
"Okay, this warm-up is going to be short and sweet and to the point. 3 spanks on each one of your cheeks, then 3 each on your pussy and clit -- just to get them back to the level of awareness they were at the end of your first punishment. I will skip your anus this time as I am sure it's still as sensitive as I want it to be... Ready?"
"Yes sir, I'm ready!" Fuck I'm almost giddy with excitement... bring it on!
He takes his position to my left and raises his hand, and in another second it lands on my ass cheek with a sharp SLAP!! sending all-new pain and heat into my flesh. It hurts enough to wipe the smile off my face and immediately I go back to my breathing and my mantra, vowing to myself that I would not freak out again. He thinks I can do this. I can do this.
He makes quick work of the slaps to my ass and it is once again glowing red and burning.
"Okay now use your hands to open your ass wide for the rest of your warm-up"
I do, and he doesn't give me more than a second to settle before landing consecutive sharp blows to my tingling drenched pussy and finally my clit, setting a fire thru my folds.
"Good. Take your elbows in your palms again. I am going to resume fucking your ass now, and I am not going to stop until I cum. Take it. Keep your voice down, and DO NOT CUM. Got it?"
I follow instructions and answer: "Yes sir."
I hear another packet tear behind me and then Coach Rye grabs hold of the tops of my red-hot globes and again rubs his condom-clad cock along my slit, penetrating all the way into my pussy for lubrication, pulls out, and positions it outside my sphincter.
I do and he immediately plunges in, not so slow this time as I've already been stretched open, and soon he's fucking me again with full, hard thrusts, his speed and power picking up more and more with each push and I absorb the sensations he's giving me -- the sharp pain from his pubis smashing my ass, the scratch of his body hair against my taut, inflamed skin, the hard slaps of his sac against my pussy and his thick, steel-hard cock rimming my asshole repeatedly, mercilessly, furiously, stretching and filling me completely from within.