Punished

I come home and hear my fiancé in the shower. After a long day at work, I decide to join him and then take a nap. Stripping down to nothing, I walk in the bathroom and step in the shower. I'm completely caught off guard when his hands encircle my wrists and slam them against the shower wall. Looking up, I see his piercing blue eyes staring at me accusingly. I stand perfectly still, pinned up against the wall. He then takes each of my wrists and puts them in the Velcro shower cuffs we had bought.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I say.

He stared at me for a second, then slaps me across the face. I gasp out, wanting to scream but knowing better. He grabs my chin and brings his face close to mine.

"First of all, you will address me as Master or Sir. Secondly, you have been such a bad slut lately I'm surprised you have to ask what you've done."

As he speaks, my stomach drops. He must have found the vibrator out of place.

"Are you bored with me, slut?"

"No, of course not Master!" I stammer, not meeting his eye. He sighs loudly and walks out of the shower, turning off the water and leaving me bound to the wall. I stand there for over an hour. I know he wants me to think about my decisions. When he comes back for me, I am shivering and cold. He uncuffs me and grabs me by my hair. He drags me down the hall and throws me onto the bed with rage in his eyes.

He bends me over his knee. I see him pull out a riding crop and my heart starts to pound.

"No, please Master, I'm sorry, please don't spank me!" I cry out, making feeble attempts to squirm away.

My head is yanked back by my hair and I am slapped hard three times. I still myself and my hands curl into fists in anticipation.

"Spread your legs, slut," he commands, "or I'll have to spread them for you."

As I spread my legs, he reminds me of the rules.

"You will count every one you are given, thank your Master, and ask for another. Do you understand?"

Before I was even done nodding my head, his hand slaps my right cheek hard, making me cry out in pain. Again and again he slaps my right cheek, until the skin is cracked and bruised. Once we reach twenty, he switches. The process is repeated. Then he reaches over and picks up an object from the floor. My head is yanked back as he roughly shoved a blindfold on my eyes. He then flips me onto my back and secures each of my ankles to the corners of the bed. He warns that if I try to cover myself with my hands, he will punish me. Then I hear the whirring of the crop, and suddenly my cunt is on fire. I scream out and tears instantly well up in my eyes. I earn another slap in the face for not thanking him. He whips my pussy twenty times. I am a crying mess under him.

I hear my master shuffling around. Suddenly I feel his legs straddle my chest. My mouth is forced open and his hard cock is shoved in. I force my jaw to become slack so I can take in as much of his cock as possible. He fucks my face until I am choking on his cock. My pussy is dripping wet, and I slowly start to rub my clit. I close my eyes as my master continues to pound his cock into my mouth.

"What do you think you're doing?" My master asks, and I freeze. I didn't even realize I wouldn't be allowed to touch myself. His right hand drags me by my hair to my knees and holds me there. He rips off my blindfold.

"I want you to see your punishment coming."

A ball gag is placed in my mouth and he positions himself under me. He slowly begins to eat my pussy, his tongue slowly lapping at nowhere in particular, then finding my clit. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and nibbling and sucking on my clit for what seems like hours. Every time I get close to cumming, he removes his face from my pussy and tells me that I am a bad girl and I don't deserve to cum. "You know you don't deserve to cum, don't you, slut? You already screwed yourself with the vibrator without your Master's permission. Why should I give you any pleasure?"

I stay silent, waiting. The ball gag is removed and the blindfold goes back on. I am bent over so that my face is being held into the bed by his hand and my ass is high in the air. After spanking my sore ass some more, he leans into me and whispers, "If you make a sound, I will not give you my cock" and slides his cock into my ass. I grit my teeth and squirm, earning me a swat on the ass. He then begins violently thrusting into me, making me gasp out. He ignores my sounds and tears into my ass, focused on fucking me into submission. I feel his cock begin to twitch, and then the hand that had held my face into the bed rips my head up and flips me over. He cums all over my tits and face, smirking at me as I desperately try to lick some off of me.

"Good girl," he whispers, and kisses me on the cheek.

He binds me to the bed once more and leaves me there, still craving his cock. I suspect I won't be given it for a few days.