Forbidden Ch. 03

Chapter III -- Crime and Punishment

Tommy stayed at Jill's Monday night. They did manage to sleep, but only intermittently, and only when they were too tired from making love.

They woke early Tuesday morning and snuggled in each other's arms until Jill had to get ready for work. She left the bathroom door open as she showered, while Tommy lay in bed propped up by the pillows and watched, her body not quite clearly visible through the frosted shower door. He watched her step out of the shower and towel herself off. And he watched in silence as she laid out her clothes for the day and got dressed.

Before she left, she sat beside him on the bed and they kissed, their tongues dancing in each others mouths. Jill gently pushed him away. "I've got to go. Stay as long as you like. There's a spare key by the kitchen phone. I'll be home by 5:15. Will I see you then?"

"I'll be here," Tommy replied. "Don't be late."

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That day, Jill couldn't get Tommy off her mind. She still didn't know exactly what it was about him that got to her so. But she did know that she wanted him, and she knew that it excited her to be with someone younger. It seemed to bring out the slut in her, and she liked that.

For his part, Tommy couldn't get Jill off his mind either. She was an intelligent, successful and sexy woman. She was so much more than the airheads he went to school with. There were no games with Jill. She knew just what she wanted. And what she wanted was sex. If there was some risk involved, that was okay. So far, there didn't seem to be any limits with her. And there were suggestions of more to come.

Tommy got back to Jill's house about 5 o'clock that afternoon. He relaxed on the sofa as he waited for her. By 7 o'clock she still hadn't arrived home. Tommy thought that was a little funny, especially since she hadn't called to let him know, but he shrugged it off as no big deal. After all, it wasn't as if he was her father or anything.

She finally rolled in around 7:30. She had obviously been drinking. She explained that she'd had a late afternoon business meeting with a major client and afterwards they all went to happy hour. She was sorry, but she just hadn't been able to call.

Tommy actually had no problem at all with her explanation. After all, here she was, looking as good as ever, with a hint of horniness in her eyes. But his mind was working in another direction. Perhaps a little punishment might make the evening more interesting, he thought.

"I'm sorry, Jill, but your explanation is unacceptable. You kept me waiting for over 2 hours. The least you could have done is call."

"Jeez, Tommy. What's up with you?" she responded bluntly, not yet catching on to the game. "Lighten up a little."

"No, Jill. What you did was rude and selfish, and you need to be punished," he said, rising from the kitchen table where he had been sitting. "Now go stand in the corner while I decide on your punishment," he growled, doing his best to look the part of the stern taskmaster.

She looked at him intently, not quite certain what was going on. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Move," he said. "It will only get worse if you delay.

She lowered her head. "Yes, sir," she responded meekly as she assumed her position in the corner. She was fairly certain that Tommy was just playing around. What the hell, she thought, she might as well play along. She stood there several minutes, waiting, waiting for him to say something.

"Tommy," she said quietly after a time. There was no Response. "Please, sir," she tried.

"That's better. What do you want?" he responded roughly.

So that's how he wants it. Okay, she could do that. "May I go to the bathroom, sir? I have to pee."

Tommy grinned to himself at the submissive nature of her request. "Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of the corner?" he responded.

"Oh, no, sir. I had several beers earlier. I really need to pee."

"Very well," Tommy answered. "But just to make certain you're not up to something, You'll have to leave the door open. And I'll be watching."

"Yes, sir."

She entered the bathroom, leaving the door open and went to the toilet. She turned to look at Tommy, slowly unsnapping her pants and pushing them down her legs. She hesitated briefly before sitting down. Soon, the sound of her peeing echoed throughout the bathroom. She found herself strangely excited. Not since she was a baby had anyone watched her pee. Strange that it should turn her on like this.

When she had finished peeing and wiping, she stood up. Just as she was bending over to pull up her pants, Tommy spoke. "Are you ready to apologize for you misbehavior yet?"

She stared at him defiantly. "No, sir. I am not."

"Very well. Leave your pants and panties on the floor and come with me."

Jill hesitated for one brief moment, then kicked off her pants, and went with Tommy. He led her into the living room, pulled up a kitchen chair, and sat down.

"Bend over my knee, young lady. I think you need a spanking," Tommy said.

She stood rigidly still, dressed only in her white sleeveless sweater and bra, naked from the waist down, and glared at him. "You wouldn't dare," she challenged, knowing that she could still back down, but not certain she wanted to.

Tommy just sat there, saying nothing. They stared at each other for what seemed like ages, before Jill finally lowered her head in submission. My God, she thought. He's really going to go through with this. And I'm going to let him. She felt her body trembling as she lowered herself across his lap, forgetting for the moment that it was just a game.

Tommy rested his right hand on her bottom and his left on her back. Slowly he rubbed her creamy, delicate cheeks, until he felt her relax a bit. And then . . .

SLAP!

Jill gasped, squirming on Tommy's lap, but he held her firmly in place. SLAP! Again she gasped. Again and again he slapped at her, feeling the blood pounding in his cock as he felt her squirm.

Jill gasped but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying or pleading for mercy. When the spanks finally ceased, Jill realized that, although she was sore, she was certainly not in any real pain. If that was the worst he could dish out ...

"Stand up," Tommy said. She slowly eased herself to her feet, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rub her tender ass. "Are you ready to apologize?' Tommy inquired.

That's when she made her big mistake. "If you think I'm going to apologize to you, you'd better think again. You're going to have to do a lot better than that, if that's what you want," she challenged.

"Very well," Tommy replied. "Get back to your corner." Jill strode across the room to her corner like she was in a parade, chest thrust out, head held high. "Now, remove your top and bra and stand there."

She complied proudly as Tommy left the room. He returned a couple of moments later, holding his belt in his hand. "Okay, Jill, it's time to assume the position again." Jill looked at the belt, then at Tommy. He wouldn't dare. Defiantly, she walked towards him. There was a little extra wiggle in her walk, and a little extra attitude. He wouldn't dare.

He looked longingly at her backside as she lay over his knees, her ass sticking out, begging for attention, still pink from the prior blows. He could feel her breasts hanging down just in front of his left thigh. He couldn't help but notice her erect aureoles as she bent over.

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! No sooner had she bent over his knees then he delivered four stinging blows to her ass. This time, she let out more then a gasp, this time she screamed. The pain was intense, but somehow, she felt a pleasure building in her loins that rivaled the pain. She squirmed on his lap, trying to build on the pleasure, not wanting him to stop his assault.

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! More screams. More pain. More pleasure. She squirmed, desperately trying to release her pleasure, but to no avail.

"Well?" Tommy said. He hesitated, giving her time to respond. When no response came ...

WACK! WACK!

"Please stop," she begged. She felt the tears running down her face, her body shuddering. Her loins screaming out for attention. "Please," she begged, "no more. I apologize. Please stop."

She heard the belt hit the floor and a wave of relief washed over her. Tears were still running down her face as she sobbed quietly, her body shuddering as the pain ebbed throughout her body.

"Please fuck me," she said softly, so softly, in fact, that Tommy wasn't sure he'd heard right. Still trembling from the blows, she turned to look at him. Tommy wiped the tears from her face and ran his fingers through her hair.

Gently, he helped her to the floor, pausing only long enough to remove his clothes. Instead of rolling onto her back, she stayed on her hands and knees. "In the ass," she said looking him straight in the eyes.

Tommy reached behind her and inserted his finger into her pussy, noticing that she was already wet. It seemed that she had enjoyed her punishment. He easily inserted two more fingers and began pumping in and out of her womanhood. Jill moaned, sticking her butt out to reach his fingers.

Removing his fingers from her pussy, Tommy shifted his attention to her ass hole. He maneuvered a finger around the tiny hole, gently inserting its tip into the darkness. He slowly eased his finger in, then out, repeating the pattern with an increasing tempo. Soon, he added a second finger to the first, continuing the in and out motion until he could feel her relaxing. He pressed the head of his cock to her pussy and felt her body grow tense in anticipation. Slowly, he entered her. He matched his movements to the rhythm of her hips, careful not to get overly excited.

Jill's emotional stability was being severely strained. Her ass was still screaming from the pain that had been administered to it, yet her pussy was filled to its satisfaction with his cock and there was a not altogether unpleasant intrusion in her ass that she'd never before experienced.

"Take me, Tommy. Stick your cock in my ass," she groaned. "Fuck my ass, Tommy, fuck my ass."

She felt him withdraw his fingers and reposition his tool at her forbidden entrance. Slowly, his tip entered her. He withdrew it just as slowly. Then he entered her again, a little farther this time, then slowly out again. She felt him keep up this slow, gradual assault, moaning as she felt him trying to rip her apart, wondering if she could take him. And then he was in.

The rhythm became easier and a strange pleasure began to overtake her. She reached one hand back to her engorged clit, massaging it, rocking to the rhythm of his thrusts. He reached under her with both hands and grabbed her tits, twisting his fingers on her nipples, mashing them against her.

She felt his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Oh fuck, Jill. This is so fucking amazing," he gasped, his breathing coming in abbreviated spurts.

She could feel her own orgasm building within her as the waves of pleasure began to overtake her. "Oh Christ, I'm coming. Oh Tommy. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh shit."

They reached their climax together, and went limp on the floor, totally spent. After a while, Tommy slipped out of her. He gently rubbed her buns, but she squirmed from the pain of his touch, otherwise seeming unaware of his presence. He woke her as gently as he could, but she seemed only vaguely aware of her surroundings. He helped her to her feet, and led her slowly to her bed, laying her face down so as not to cause her any more discomfort.

He sat cross-legged on the bed beside her, patiently watching over her as she slept. At last she opened her eyes. "How long?" she asked.

"About 30 minutes. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she smiled. "A little sore, but otherwise, not seriously damaged." She was quiet for a moment. "You know, Tommy," she said hesitantly, "I do tend to act irresponsibly from time to time. I hope you will continue to keep me in line." She smiled at him. "Now if you don't mind, there's some Ben Gay Ointment in the medicine cabinet. I would appreciate it if you could get it and rub it on my ass."

Tommy shook his head in amazement as he went to the bathroom. She was certainly an amazing woman. By the time he returned with the Ben Gay, she was asleep again. He eased the ointment onto her bottom, still pink from the punishment it had received, and gently massaged it in.

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