Lynn's Journey Pt. 03

"Well we are sadly a little more than half way through my dear. Can you tell me what the count is?"

I have to find my voice as I'm closer to moans and cries now than words. "Well there was the first eight firm ones. Then four more pleasurable ones." I pause as I think, enjoying you gently rubbing my now burning bottom. "And then the combinations which I think were each two firms and one pleasurable. So... What is that?" I'm too distracted to do math. "8, 9, 10, 11, 12 and 4, 5, 6. So 12 firm and 6 pleasurable?"

"That seems right. Spread your legs a little so I can see what effect these have been having on you."

I know what you will find. Wetness. Although my attention has mainly been on the spankings, I couldn't help but also feel the growing moisture between my legs. I spread my legs just enough for you to slide you hand between them.

"You naughty girl," you say, cupping my wet mound, "this must not be a terrible punishment for you. It feels to me that your pussy likes it when you are bad. Shall I share some of the spankings with it?"

You don't give me time to respond. Your hand lands with a firm SLAP just above my asshole. As it land it slides forward along my pussy lips. I gasp, more from pleasure than pain. Again you, in the same place. SLAP. And again your hand slowly moves along my wet lips but this time your middle finger starts to move between them, rising just short of my clit. The pain and pleasure has released something in me and I wantonly spread my legs more, exposing more of my wetness to you.

Taking advantage of your new view, this time you land the spanking directly on my pussy. The pain is shocking but I love the feeling of the blood rushing into my most sensitive parts. This SLAP is followed by your probing finger, ever so slightly entering me. I want to raise my bottom to guide the finger deeper in but you pull out and land a SLAP in the same spot, followed again by your finger into my wet hole. This time however your whole finger goes in. You don't linger though. A third SLAP in the same spot. This time it's two fingers that go in. I'm struggling to keep my breathing steady with all the pain and pleasure. Gasping and moaning both at the same time. As you pull your fingers out I give you a little whimper, wanting more. You reward me with several slow in and outs of your fingers. I love it. Eventually however you do pull out and a land a fourth SLAP on my swollen pussy. This time you push in three fingers. My ever growing wetness allowed them to easily push in despite my tightness. Instead of finger fucking me this time you take your time to let me feel you stretching my pussy - going deeper, opening and closing your fingers in me, rotating your hand so I feel your knuckles moving in me. Although this is somewhat uncomfortable, as you take full advantage of my hole, it is also very intense. All I can think is "more, more, more."

You pull your fingers out and I feel myself tensing as I wait for your next move. I am so on edge that slight shudders go through my body. You do nothing but watch. I squirm a little to relieve some of the tension but also to get your attention. Still nothing. I close my legs, squeezing my pussy muscles, and try to calm its burning. Still you do nothing. I know you haven't given me all my spankings yet. Although part of me wants them, I'm sorer than I thought I would be. I realize I wouldn't mind if you ended your spanking early, after all this was our first real spanking session. Realizing my clenched pussy fells slightly better I relax, and trying to be a good girl, resume my position of legs spread. I can feel the burning returning.

Finally you speak. "You have six spankings left. Three if each type. I've decided I'm going to save the three pleasurable ones for a short while. I will however give you your last three firm ones now and I intend for them to be the hardest ones you receive today. After I give them to you I don't want you to say anything to me until I give you permission to talk. Talking without permission will result in me adding to your remaining spankings. When I'm done spanking you, you will stand up and return to your place in the middle of the room. You will stand straight, arms by your sides but you will keep your eyes lowered, looking at my lap where you now lay. I will then explain to you your second punishment for your second crime of planning to touch yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir"

"Very well. And remember no talking until I give you permission."

You tighten your grasp on my arm that you've been holding behind my back, moving it higher up my back and restricting my movement even more. Then, as promised, SLAP! You spank my ass harder than any previous time. I feel my whole body jump. I nearly scream out. Again, in the same spot. Again my body jumps and I feel my wetness increasing. My ass is on fire. My eyes full of tears. SLAP! You surprise me and land the third hard spanking fully on my wet pussy. I can hear the wetness on my lips as your hand lands on them. The pain, the blood rushing, the pleasure is overwhelming. Tears unwillingly pour our of my eyes. The tears show the pain but I hope you know they also show the happiness.

You let go of my arm that you've been holding. I take this as my cue to get up. Every instinct in me is to rub my sore ass and wrist better but I stop myself as I don't think it would please you. I'm weak as I stand, overwhelmed I realize. I step out of my panties that you had dropped to my ankles. They are like a little lace puddle on the floor. My skirt however drops back down, covering me like nothing has happened. I stand in front of you teary, flushed, disheveled, and wet. I want to look at your eyes to see what you make of me but following your word. I keep my eyes on your lap and can't help but notice a wet spot on it from me.

"First things first." You say. "Take off your blouse. Just drop it on the floor."

I have always been shy about walking around naked but right now I feel silly still being dressed consider what we've been doing. I slip off the blouse, letting it fall on the floor beside me. It is no sooner out of my hand than you say, "The skirt too."

It is a very flowy skirt with a little zipper on the side. As soon as I undo the zipper there is nothing left to hold it up. I let it drop to the floor and puddle around my feet.

"And of course, your bra." My shyness kicks in, making me a bit more hesitant but I know there is no point hesitating. I'm too far in this game already. I undo the back clasp, and slide the bra off, dropping it onto of my blouse. My pink nipples stand to attention under your gaze.

"Very nice. Now on to the matter of your second punishment. In a minute I'm going to go sit on the chair," you say, referring to the easy chair we have in the bedroom for reading, "and you are going to position yourself on the bed so that I have a good view of you. As punishment for planning to touch yourself, you will touch yourself in front of me until you cum. However instead of touching yourself as you like, you will only do as I specifically tell you. As a part of this punishment your hands will obey my every direction. I expect you to provide me with a good show of what I would have missed had I not caught you."

"But," I interrupt you.

"One extra spank for that word. Do you have anything else to say?" I shake my head no but strongly want to protest. You know this is a major punishment for me as you know how shy I am. The idea of you making me touch myself while watching me is horrifying. I know I am blushing bright red.

"Very well. I think I shall enjoy this." You say, walking over to the chair and taking a seat. "Please take your position on the bed."

Even if I was allowed, I wouldn't look you in the face. This is torment for me. I go over to the bed. I half lay, half sit in the middle of it, leaning against the pillows. I want to pull my legs tight towards me to cover myself but don't dare. Instead I stiffly put them straight in front of me.

"Look at me. I want you to remember at all times who is in control." You say. I look at your face. You are half-smiling, enjoying this too much I think.

You begin your instructions, which I follow nervously. "First, spread your legs and bend your knees. I want to have a view of your pussy at all times. Next take a few deep breaths. Get comfortable. Relax. I know this is a punishment but it is also a show for me. I want to see you be overcome by the feelings in your body."

It takes me a few minutes of breathing but eventually I find myself calmer. You are right. This is the perfect punishment for this crime. I may as well try to enjoy it, despite the embarrassment, like I enjoyed the spankings, despite the pain.

"Good. Let's start with your breasts. I would like to see you slide your hands up and down over each breast, letting each finger roll over your nipples." As I follow your first instructions I can feel my nipples hard under each finger. I repeat several times.

"Now I want you to draw circles around your areoles with one finger, careful this time not to touch your nipples." You watch me carefully and I keep my eyes on your face as you told me.

"Good. Next you are going to lick your finger tips and rub that spit on your nipples, repeat until they are shiny with wetness." At first I don't get my fingers wet enough. My nipples are barely wet and they are dry before I return to them. Each time I repeat I try making my fingers wetter but you always say "not wet enough." I find myself spitting on my fingers to finally get them wet enough to please you. They are now sticky with wetness but I'm happy to have finally met your challenge.

"Good job." You say, and then smile. "Now I want you to blow on them until they are completely dry again."

I want to protest in frustration but don't. As I blow my nipples dry, it is as though the wetness is moving from my nipples to my pussy. I wonder if you notice.

Once they are dry, you torment me by saying. "Very good but on second thought I would like for you to get them wet again with spit. I liked how they looked better when they were wet." At least this time I knew the spitting trick so it takes less long.

"Now I would like to focus for a few moments on your right nipple. First flick your finger back and forth on it, pretending it's my tongue." I carefully follow your every instructions. "Now tight circles around it. Perfect. Now pinch it for me, tight as you can. Good release. And again. Hold. Release. Again, tight, tight. And release. Now pinch and twist it for me. As far as you can go one way. Now the other way. Now pull it. Pull further. Good. Release. Give it a little rub as a reward before we switch sides."

You repeat the same instructions for my left nipple. I can feel it hard as I flick it and circle it. I easily imagining its your tongue as you've done this to me many times. Each time I pinch it I feel electricity run straight from my nipple to my clit. The pinches making my clit feel like it is throbbing. And with the twists and pull my pussy responds with more wetness. When you finally tell me to give it a little rub it feels so good. It's all I can do not to let a hand drift down to touch my burning pussy.

You repeat this twice more on each side, always encouraging me to pinch harder, twist further and pull longer but always rewarding me with the rub. The pain and pleasure have made me less uncomfortable about you watching and more eager for your next instruction.

By now my nipples are red and sore but also long since dry. "I think those nipples would feel better if wet again." I go to again spit in my fingers but you stop me. "I think we could get wetness from somewhere else. Careful not to touch your clit, I would like you to gather some pussy juices on your fingers for your nipples."

I smile at the shift in your attention. As my fingers go down I'm shocked at how wet I am. Even the bed under me has a wet puddle. I scoop some wetness into my fingers and rub it onto my sore nipple. I repeat the process for the second nipple and then look to you for further instruction. You signal for me to repeat a few more times. Each time I bring my fingers down it takes all my self control not to touch myself as I gather the juices. Soon my nipples are glistening.

"Now I want you to cover those pussy lips with your juices. Again, careful not to touch your clit." You instruct me. Your voice no longer has that stern tone. It is husky and I can hear the hunger in it.

I start rubbing my wetness on my swollen pussy lips. They are red and a slightly stinging from their earlier spanks. They are eager to be massaged. It doesn't take long for them to be covered in wetness but I continue moving my juices around. My fingers unconsciously seeking my clit. My breathing deepens as I the slightest touches of my clit starts to drive me mad. I let out a small moan and as soon as I realize I've been caught doing what you expressly forbad. I look at you guiltily.

"Your right, you naughty girl. You know that was bad. Spank your pussy to show me you are sorry." You say.

"Spank myself?" I ask. I am very surprised by your instruction. Spankings are something one receives, not does to ones self.

"Don't question me." You reply, the sternness temporarily returning to your voice. "Besides, I haven't given you permission to talk yet so those two words will add two more spanks to those I still owe you. Now raise your hand and spank your pussy for me."

I lower my hand onto my pussy with a spank but to say my efforts are hesitant or safe would be generous. Instead of a spank it is more of a short touch. I hadn't intended to be quite so gentle but nerves had over taken me.

"What do you call that?" You say. "I said to spank your pussy." You look at me expectantly.

This time my hand lands with a bit more force but still more of a tap than a spank.

"Try again." You say.

I take a deep breath and decide to commit to it. My hand land right on my pussy with an audible SLAP. It is far from the firm spankings you gave me but even its little force causes me to jump a little and let out a short cry, more from surprise than pain.

"Much better." You say smiling. "You will give yourself five more of those. I expect each one to be slightly harder than the last."

I proceed, trying to follow your directions but find it hard to bring myself to slap too hard. With each spank however my clit gets more and more excited and my pussy wetter and wetter. By the fifth spank the problem is less with my hesitance and more that I am so wet that the spanking hand slips as it lands on me. You watch the whole time, slightly licking your lips. I'm sure you are imaging licking my swollen pussy lips but don't dare hope for such a reward today.

"Those spankings have done delicious things to you my naughty girl. As a reward for your obedience I would like you to touch that eager clit of yours that I see until you cum. Show me how excited this has made you."

You don't need to tell me twice. I can feel my clit throbbing and my shallow breathing has proven to you how excited I am. All my shyness about you seeing me touch myself is forgotten in my wanton state. I start rubbing myself, harder than I normally would but I am so eager and the rubbing feels so good after the stinging slaps. I run my finger around my clit. I rub it through my fingers. I even put my fingers into my wet hole to move more wetness onto it.

I don't know how long I've been at it but it couldn't have been that long before I find myself arching my back and moaning loudly as I start to cum. My body spasms under my own touch. My moans turn into cries. My eyes close. I cum hard and long.

Eventually I catch my breath and again become aware of the room and you in your chair. You must have enjoyed the show as your pants are open and your cock is rock hard, pointing out at me.

"Tell me, do you remember your third crime girl?" You ask.

It takes a moment for me to remember what you are talking about. "For being wet and not planning to share my wetness with you?" I answer, excited as I'm pretty sure I know where this is going.

"Very good. In the future I would like you to remember that when you get wet you have an obligation to come to me so that I may enjoy your wetness. I will reward you with pleasure when you share it with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." I'm already starting to fantasize about all the ways you could reward me.

"Today however you were selfish. As your third punishment I am going to use your wetness only for my pleasure. Get on your hands and knees on the bed and present to me your bottom so that I can fuck you from behind."

I crawl to the edge of the bed and assume the position I know you like. Despite you saying this would only be for your pleasure, I know I will enjoy it. I am so wet and eager after all of this to finally have your cock in me. That will be reward enough for me.

From the corner of my eye I see you stand and walk behind me. I hear take off your belt and your pants. By the pause in noise or action from you I assume you are taking a moment to enjoy the view of my ass presented to you and my pussy lips, barely visible from where you stand, but what you do see is dripping wet.

You rub my ass with your hand and then slide it between my legs.

"Very nice. I see you are ready for me" you say as you slide your fingers into my wet hole. You slowly finger fuck me as you continue talking. "Before I finish with you, we still have the outstanding issue of the spankings I still owe you. It was only going to be three but due to you speaking when you were told not to it is now six."

You take your fingers out of my wet hole, dragging them away teasingly across my pussy lips and finally my ass. Your first spank lands across both my checks. Sharp, stinging and quick. I'm shocked. It isn't your hand that has spanked me but instead your belt! I barely have time to react before it lands again. It feels very different than your hand. Although you are not using as much force, the hits sting more and make a much louder noise. I don't think you have strapped my hard enough to leave welts but I can imagine the belt has left distinctive marks. Again, without warning, a third hit. I think that one might have left a longer lasting mark.

"Now spread your legs for me and lower your face to the bed. I want to see what I'm doing."

I move so that I'm presenting myself fully to you. Using the end of your belt, although much more gently, you slap me directly on my pussy twice, quickly one after the other. Although these spanks are little more than love taps, the belt has the effect of making them sting just the right amount.

"And for the last one..." You say but you finish your sentence with actions instead of words. You land your belt right on my clit. I gasp and my knees collapse under me. I nearly cum again in that moment but you grab my hips firmly, raising them back to the kneeling position.

"And now I finally take what is mine." You say as you unceremoniously push your hard cock into me. No more teasing or toying, now you just fuck me. Holding my hips for leverage you thrust hard and with purpose. This is unlike our regular lovemaking when you try to pleasure me. For the first time I understand the difference between sex and fucking. It's like you are trying to stretch me, forcing yourself in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I no longer feel like me. I'm now just a thing for your pleasure and with that realization I am unable to think anymore. I let myself go and enjoy my rolling orgasm as I feel you closer and closer to cumming yourself.

Your final thrusts are the deepest. I cry out, your hand grabbing my hips so hard I know there will be handprints, as you empty yourself into me. I hear you grunting, satisfied, each thrust deeper and harder until you have exhausted yourself.