Yours Ch. 05

"I'm sorry." She whimpered, but I didn't believe her.

"Shut up." I said. "I'm going to have to really punish you now. Show you what your disobedience costs."

I dug my fingers hard into her hips and pushed them down passed the hem of her skirt. I forcefully pushed it up over her hips, exposing her.

She yelped with excitement, giggling.

I smirked. She had no idea how much pain she was about to be in.

I rub her damp crotch with my fingers, making her gasp with pleasure. I hooked my finger tips into the sides of her panties and pulled them down around her knees. I liked the way they looked there.

I quickly unbuckled my belt and slid it off, eager to punish her. I pulled my jeans off too, then my t-shirt.

"Beg." I ordered harshly, snapping the belt against my hand. She turned to look at me, biting her lip as she stared at the bulge at my crotch.

I grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her back to the table.

"Cheek against the table." I ordered.

I pulled back and waited for her to follow my earlier command, but I was met only with her heavy breathing.

"Jessica." I said, "Beg."

"Sir..." she said, but nothing else.

I frowned, and snapped the belt hard against the table, inches away from her.

She jumped, but still didn't speak.

"Jessica, you bit me." i said angrily. "You hurt me deliberately because you wanted this, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry." she said.

"No, sweetheart. Tell me what you did."

"I bit you." she said softly.

"Why?"

"Because... because I wanted this."

"Wanted what?"

"To be... punished." she said guiltily, "I wanted to be punished."

"So fucking beg when I tell you to beg."

"Please-"

The second the word left her lips I pulled my arm back and lashed out with the folded belt, cracking it against her ass.

She jumped and whimpered with pain.

"One..." she said.

"Don't bother." I said.

I hit her again, then again, loving the way she'd yelp with every snap, revelling in the chorus of her pain. She reached out and grabbed the other edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I finished the remaining hits fast and hard. I got to ten, then turned away from her saying,

"Don't fucking move."

She was panting hard, but let out a sultry giggle as I walked to the sink.

"Mmm... Thank you, Sir." she said.

"Shut up." I answered. This wasn't even close to finished.

I poured myself a glass of water and took a long, slow drink. I refilled the glass and walked back to the table.

"Stick your arms out." I said.

She obeyed, spreading her arms out to the side. I pressed the bottom of the glass against her hand.

"Hold."

She grabbed the glass and set it down.

"Up."

She raised the glass up and held it in the air.

I walked back to the sink and filled up another glass, then put it in her other hand.

"Don't. Spill." I ordered.

I walked behind her and just enjoyed the moment. I grabbed my hard cock through my boxers and slid my hand along it. Her ass was perfectly presented to me, her wet, pink pussy just waiting for me. I thought about making her strip out of the lingerie, but it was actually exciting with her still in it. Like this, it looked like I was really just taking her, not even bothering to undress her first.

"Jessica, in future when you want me to punish you, you just have to ask." I said, my tone light, "Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." she said.

"But now..." I said, "We can't have you disobeying me, hurting me just for a little fun. You're about to see what a real punishment feels like."

I dropped the belt on the floor and walked over to her. I ran my hands over the warm, soft skin of her ass, already pinkening from the first ten strokes. I slid my boxers off, standing naked with my hard cock pointing right towards her pussy. I spanked her once, not too hard.

"Don't spill." I said.

I stepped between her feet and slowly slid her legs open, pushing her ankle out. She let out a sudden gasp of anticipation, followed by a drawn out whimper.

"And don't... cum." I said, thrusting my head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. I entered her slowly, at the same time pulling back on her hair.

"Oooh, fuck Sir." she whimpered.

I slapped my open hand down against her back, making her jump. The glass in her right hand spilled slightly, the water just about dripping down the side.

"Don't talk. And watch the water." I said.

I gripped her hair tighter and pushed into her. She was so tight from this angle. I entered her quickly, pushing hard against the wet, hot grip of her pussy.

She moaned loudly as I pulled out and began slowly fucking her with about half of my length. Her hands were gripping the two glasses tightly, and her arms were already shaking.

I enjoyed my slow pace while I watched her, minute by minute, as her arms got tired and her pleasure increased. Eventually I could feel her pussy gripping hard around my shaft, and I knew she was close to orgasm.

"Careful sweetheart." I said, thrusting harder, "You don't have permission yet."

She inhaled sharply and let out a purring whine.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"No talking." I said, thrusting even harder.

Within a minute it was too much for her, and her pussy was twitching around my cock. She gasped and moaned, and as the pleasure took her she let the glass in her right hand bang against the table, causing water to slosh over her hand. It seemed to be a small, gentle climax, but it still counted.

I sighed with frustration and pulled out of her. I knew I had to punish her, but it took all of my willpower to actually stop.

I leaned over and took the glasses out of her hands, moving them out of her reach.

"I'm sorry..." she gasped, still shaking.

Without answering her, I grabbed the belt from the floor and lashed her ass hard.

"You talked twice, came once, and spilled the water." I told her. "If my math is right then that's... twenty lashes."

"Twenty!?" she gasped.

"Twenty-five now, and more if you keep talking." I said.

She whined, but didn't speak again.

"You don't have to count... but don't be afraid to make some noise if you have to."

I wanted to enjoy this too, after all.

I started slowly, leaving long pauses between each hit, but soon I sped up, each snap of the belt coming just a few seconds after the next. I felt my cock throb with every hit, but I didn't stop no matter how much I just wanted to forced myself back into her.

I reached 25 surprisingly quickly, and I let my arm drop. It was very tiring, putting so much strength into each swing. I was so excited, but by mind felt strangely still, my thoughts calm. All day I'd been irritated by the behaviour of my sister, and haunted by the memories of Jessica's abuse. But now, watching her shaking with pain, listening to her gasp and pant, probably on the verge of tears... it just felt right.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I slowly put each glass into her trembling hands and grabbed her hair again, lightly tugging on it.

"What are the rules, sweetheart?" I asked.

Silence.

"It's Ok, you're allowed to answer me. What are the rules?"

"Don't... don't talk. Don't spill... don't-"

Her words were cut off by a sharp wail as I pushed my thick cock back into her tight, silky pussy.

"Don't what, sweetheart?" I asked, filling her to the hilt.

"Uhhnnn... mmm..." she moaned, "Don't cum!"

I laughed and started to fuck her again, keeping my pace steady so she wouldn't spill any water. Her earlier orgasm didn't seem to have satisfied her at all, only serving to make her hotter and wetter.

I increased my pace until I was fucking her hard, finally giving myself the pleasure I'd been holding back. I grunted with pleasure and suddenly felt the table lurch beneath us. I pushed down on her head and shifted my legs back, slamming into her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she was cumming again, helpless to resist the pleasure overwhelming her.

I watched her hands, knowing what was about to happen. When Jessica really came hard, her hands would always twitch and shake. I always thought it was weirdly sexy, but now it was about to get her punished.

Her right hand dropped first and the glass tipped, spilling water over the edge of the table. She frantically tried to grab it, but could barely move with my weight on her, and so only managed to push it, sending it spiralling off the table where it shattered on the floor. In her haste to save one glass, she dropped the other, sending water all over the wooden surface of the table.

I laughed at her panicked whines, and fucked her like I was trying to break her, the table shifting away from me with every thrust. Her pussy was still quivering around my cock, and I let myself join in her pleasure, shooting my cum into her. My orgasm was quick, but intense.

I laughed again, breathlessly, and slowly pulled out of her.

"Well, no talking this time, at least." I said, "But let's do the math, two glasses and one orgasm, meaning-"

"Two." she interrupted breathlessly.

"What?" I asked.

"Two... I had two orgasms." she confessed.

"Well... thank you for being honest." I said, smiling. "But I don't remember telling you to interrupt me."

If she hadn't corrected me, I never would have known. did that mean she wanted more punishment? Or maybe she was remembering my order to never lie to me, and felt not telling me would be dishonest.

Either way, I loved that she'd done it. Although I didn't tell her she could speak...

"Two orgasms... two glasses... and talking without permission.." I said.

She groaned at the last addition, but didn't respond.

"I believe that's... thirty-five lashes."

She gasped, and went stiff.

"Oh, the glasses were worth ten each, didn't I tell you that?"

I was distracted for a second when I realised we were now standing in a small puddle of water in our bare feet, and there was a broken glass nearby. I made a note to order Jessica to clean up the glass as soon as I was done. After all, she was the one that made the mess.

I looked up and delivered the first blow, taking her by surprise again. I went about her punishment slowly, not allowing my anger to take control. The regular sounds of her pain were almost comforting, and the motion of whipping her already felt natural to me. My cock was rock hard again by the tenth swing, which was the same swing that made her break down in tears.

On and on I struck at her, blow after blow marking her perky pink ass. I lost myself in it, finding an easy rhythm, each violent crack bringing me almost as much joy and pleasure as it brought her pain. I felt right, like this. It felt natural, and good. It felt-

"STOP!" she screamed suddenly, breaking my wonderful sadistic trance.

I stopped, and let my arm fall limp, exhausted.

Thirty two lashes, I'd counted out so far.

"I can't take any more, pleassse stop." she whimpered, sobbing.

It seemed while I'd been further exploring my sadistic urges, she'd been approaching the limit of her tolerance for pain.

I walked to the side of the table and looked at her. She was in agony, her legs were shaking and barely holding her up. Her face was red and wet with tears, and her eyes were bulging in pain. Her make up had smeared and run down under her eyes. The dishevelled look made me even harder, made her pain look so much more intense.

'Jessica...' I said gently.

'Please... no more, I can't do it... you said you'd stop..." she whimpered, closing her eyes tight.

A strange rush of pleasure flowed through me, seeing her like this. This was exactly the type of pain I'd always imagined her in, in my darkest moments, all those years.

I had to stop now.

But at the same time, I couldn't...

"Jessica, there's just three more." I said, gently stroking her face, "Just three more and it's over."

She looked up at me, blinking back her tears.

"I can't!" she croaked, "I can't do it."

"You can!" I said, dropping the belt and holding her face with my other hand, "You can do it, sweetheart. You've taken so much already! Just three more, and your punishment's over. Just three more!"

I leaned over the table and kissed her gently, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips.

"You can do this..." I whispered, "You can take it, I know you can."

She looked up at me, so utterly vulnerable and uncertain.

"Just... just three?" she whispered.

"Three more, and we're finished." I said.

She closed her eyes, and let out one more sob.

"Ok..." she whispered.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Ok... ok, do it." she said, almost too quiet to hear.

"No Jessica." I said, "Tell me what you want."

She opened her eyes again, and stared into mine.

"Please... please finish punishing me, Sir." she begged.

I swear to God, I almost came again right then and there. This was it. The peak of my dominance and sadistic glee. Pushing her to her absolute limit, then literally making her beg for more.

I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. She responded desperately, whimpering submissively. I pulled away and kissed her once more on the head.

"Three more." I said, standing up.

I grabbed the belt and took my position behind her. Her ass was badly bruised, and she was barely standing.

Three more hits.

They would have to be good ones.

I summoned all the remaining strength in my exhausted arm and struck down with everything I had. The crack of leather against skin echoed louder than any previous one had, and Jessica screamed in pain. She pushed herself up onto her toes, causing the table to slide forward. By this point it was almost at the wall.

Again, I reared back and struck out, using my whole body to deliver an incredible blow that made her whole body shake and quiver. From behind her I could see her open her mouth to scream, but only a few small whimpers escaped. She quickly lowered her head to the table and let out a long, moaning breath.

Finally, I let out a my own loud grunt as I whipped her one final time.

And suddenly she was silent. After a few seconds, she let out a small whimper, then a louder whine, and then her legs fell out from beneath her.

I lunged forward to catch her as she fell, her weight taking me by surprise and knocking me to the floor underneath her. I sat up and held her in my arms. I looked at her, panicked, worrying I'd pushed her too far. But when I saw what was happening, I couldn't believe it.

She was cumming.

Her whole body was trembling against me, and her hips were thrusting weakly forward. Her eyes were totally glazed, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. Her orgasm seemed to last and last, as her body tensed and relaxed with the waves of pleasure. Tears were still streaming down her face, and she was gasping irregularly.

I was fascinated by her. I gently cupped her face, and she buried herself into my body, whimpering. I slid my finger down her body and into her pussy, and suddenly another orgasm was upon her, so powerful she squirted all over my hand.

This was incredible. She really was a masochist, able to cum from nothing but extreme pain. She was so beautiful.

Eventually her shaking and twitching stopped, and her body went limp.

"Jessica." I said gently.

She reacted to my voice, but didn't speak. She turned to look at me, seeming to be possessed by some barely conscious level of instinct. She grabbed painfully onto my hair and pulled herself close to me, then pressed her head against my neck and breathed deeply, in and out.

"Jessica..." I whispered.

This time she didn't move. She just clung to me, shaking.

I'd read about this, so I wasn't too worried about her. I was actually excited. This was a level of submission and masochism that few people could reach, a complete emptiness of mind and body. From what I'd read, some people weren't even convinced it was possible, but here it was, right in front of me.

I just held her, and watched her, gently stroking her hair from her face, until I realised I was sitting in a puddle of water and she should probably be in bed right now.

"Jessica, I need you to stand up." I said gently, trying to stand her.

She barely reacted, needing me to practically lift her onto her feet and hold her there. It was a few minutes before she seemed able to take her own weight, and still clung tightly to me even when she could.

"Just wait here for a second, sweetheart." I whispered in her ear. "Just stand right here."

I ran out of the kitchen and over to the bag I'd brought my clothes in, barely registering that I was now walking around naked in Jessica's house. I took my camera out of my bag and sprinted back to her.

She was exactly how I left her, standing unsteadily in the middle of the room. She'd spilled water on her thin yellow lingerie, which was now transparent enough to show her dark, hard nipples through it. Her yellow panties were still bunched around her knees, and her arms were crossed in front of her stomach defensively.

But it was her expression I was most interested in. The tears were streaming down her face had blurred her make up, but her eyes were wide and her lips parted. She had such a look of complete peace and bliss that it took my breath away.

I snapped a few quick pictures of her in that state, then moved behind her to get a complete view of her abused ass, and her wet pussy which was dripping with my cum.

I was fast with this; she needed to get to bed, that was obvious, but I couldn't not capture this moment.

Getting her up the stairs was its own ordeal, as I had to guide her up each step. She was limping badly, and I knew it wasn't really from the physical damage. I'd seen women online take twice as many, on some occasions even ten times as many lashes with a variety of different tools. But the pain I had given her had been enough to make her like this, to clear her mind so completely...

I finally got her into bed, only stopping to strip her. She lay down on her side, and curled up in a ball. I ran out to the bathroom and grabbed some lavender scented lotion that promised to be kind to sensitive skin, and a small pack of wipes that were on the sink.

I sat down next to her, took her in my arms, and reached over to gently spread the lotion over her bruised cheeks, making her whimper and moan. As I finished, I squeezed her gently, almost playfully, and was surprised when she jerked forward and started to shake again. She was cumming again, this time from nothing more than a touch. She pushed her head against my shoulder as her orgasm took her, and I wrapped my arms around her. The sounds she was making sounded almost distressed.

"It's ok, sweetheart" I said soothingly, "It's ok."

I didn't know how I was supposed to be treating her right now. I'd read about after care and things like that, but when I was faced with this almost catatonic, yet hyper-sensitive woman, I was somewhat lost.

I gently wiped away the make up smeared on her face, then just cuddled her until she started to relax, counting down the minutes until she was asleep. When she when totally limp in my arms, I gently laid her to the side and went back downstairs.

I picked my clothes up off the kitchen floor finding them damp. Maybe I should have used smaller glasses for my little game. I mopped up the puddle she made, then swept up the glass, putting it in the trash. Hopefully her parents wouldn't notice one missing. I made sure to tidy away any trace of your session, then locked the door and turned off all the lights. Just like the night before, I was faced with the choice of where to sleep, except this time it didn't feel right to leave her alone.