She's in Charge Ch. 04

"Get on the bed, on your knees; show me your ass." Natalie ordered. By her sensuous tone, you would think she was seducing me, instead of about to dole out corporal punishment. I moved to obey, my cheeks bushing furiously as I climbed onto the bed. "Don't move --I'm going to freshen up." She strolled from the room, carrying one of those paper shopping bags from the mall, the kind that left its contents a complete mystery.

Downstairs, I had orally given her a couple of orgasms, while her chick flick ran down and eventually finished. They were not the first orgasms I had given her on our "date night", and somehow I doubted they were the last. I, of course, was hard as steel, but had not yet enjoyed the opportunity to cum; I had also recently realized that not only did I not mind, I kind of enjoyed the horniness I was feeling --and I definitely loved how hot it had made my wife.

My cock was a heavy weight between my legs, tugging downwards as I remained on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass facing the door to our bathroom. Other than a playful smack here and there, I had never been "spanked". I was a bit nervous, not sure how hard she would hit, not sure how much it would hurt, or if I could take it. I had no idea how serious she was about "punishing" me for my behavior earlier. At the same time... My cock was hard and throbbing; I had to admit a bit of sexual thrill, of anticipation, as I thought about what she would do.

Long moments passed, and eventually I heard the bathroom door open again. The sound of high heels clicking on the floor drew near, and I craned my head to catch a glimpse. I felt a thrill shoot through my spine when I saw her, making my muscles tingle and my cock ache.

She stood tall in stiletto boots, the black leather reaching just below her knees; her pose was sexy and authoritative, one hand on her hip, legs apart, one slightly bent. Her free hand held a black and red leather flogger, the many strands hanging down towards the floor, the braided leather handle gripped almost casually in her hand. Above her boots, her legs were wrapped in black fishnets that disappeared beneath a tight black leather skirt. Her body was wrapped tight in a black leather corset; it went from just above her skirt to just below her nipples. Her breasts were soft globes pushed upwards and supported by the corset, showing more cleavage than I think I had ever seen on her. A slit of skin was revealed down the front of the clothing, underneath the heavy laces that crisscrossed her front. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore crimson lipstick and dark eye shadow. I checked to make sure I wasn't drooling.

"Eyes front, mister," she ordered. I snapped my head forward, staring at the headboard. I felt the tails of the flogger on my ass and shuddered; she was draping the stands over my cheeks, softly moving them up and down like a caress. She took my balls in her other hand, and I groaned as she hefted them, letting their weight rest on her palm. "You've been a naughty boy," she purred. Her hand was massaging my balls, while the flogger she lay across my back like I was a table, her other hand now free --I felt it gently grasp the shaft of my cock. "I believe it was twenty infractions?"

I started to protest, and her grip on my cock tightened.

"Are you calling me a liar, slave boy?"

"Um, no. No, I think you were right. Twenty. Yup."

I felt her hand release my balls, and move to my ass. "Twenty-five, now, slave. You failed to call me Mistress, and frankly, your tone was a bit disrespectful. Again." Her hand on my cock was stroking slowly, pulling downwards towards the bed.

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized.

One hand continued to stroke my cock, while the other rubbed my ass softly. I could only stare ahead, at her mercy, not wanting to do anything to earn more punishments. I felt her fingers trailing over the flesh of my ass, her fingernails dragging but not pressing hard enough to scratch. I tensed as she drew towards the crack of my ass, and then dipped in slightly, her fingertip brushing lightly against my hole; at the contact, I rocked forward, pulling my dick from her hand, and knocking the flogger to the bed. My ass cheeks clenched together tightly to protect the one part of me Natalie had never touched before.

Behind me, Natalie laughed. "That was something," she commented. "A little sensitive about your ass, dear? What about all those times you tried to convince me to try anal, saying it was no big deal?" She chuckled, and my cheeks burned red. She wasn't wrong, and I was horrified at what she was implying. "Well, I guess I know how to punish you in the future, huh, dear?" She leaned forward, and I felt her blow on my anus -- I shuddered, and clenched again; she laughed at my reaction.

Without warning, her hand crashed down on my ass with an audible smack. I yelped a little, more out of surprise than pain, and rocked forward a bit. Her hand was now rubbing my cheek were she had struck, softly. "Count them, slave,"

"One," I said quietly.

She hit me again, a bit harder, on the other cheek. My cock, hanging between my legs, bounced at the impact. "Two," I said.

She leaned over me, her hair trailing along my back, tickling me. With her lips at me ear, she whispered; "let me know if I hit too hard, ok? I don't really want hurt you."

I nodded. The fact that she was still so concerned made me feel a bit better, and I relaxed a bit, unclenching my muscles. I felt the strands of the flogger again, and closed my eyes, trying to stay calm, wondering what it would feel like. She struck, and I called out "Three" with a grunt. It was a different feeling than her hand; the strands of the flogger hitting in dozens of places, each a small light sting. I was certainly in no danger of her passing my limits.

"I read online how to use it," Natalie commented. "Someone suggested I try it on my arm first, to get the hang of it. So don't worry -- I'm pretty good already." She struck again; this time, I yelped a bit -- one of the strands had flicked my exposed anus, and I clenched again to protect it. Natalie laughed and struck again.

When my count reached fifteen, she stopped and set the flogger down on the bed. One hand returned to caress my tingling ass cheeks, while the other firmly took my cock; she jerked it hard, pulling my cock down and slightly back, at an awkward angle; I grunted with each hard pull, wishing only that she would speed up.

With my cock pulled back, so it was actually pointed back and away from me, I suddenly felt her lips on the head. She sucked me into her warm mouth, her tongue flickering rapidly over my head. She was sucking with quite a bit of force, her tongue washing over me. The strain in my groan as she pulled me back and between my legs was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. I felt my balls pulling tight, felt the familiar tingle. "Oh, god," I gasped. It had come so fast, I couldn't stop it -- I felt myself erupting.

Natalie pulled away with a curse, breaking all contact. I grunted as my cock pulsed, my cum dripping from me down onto the bed. Without any contact, it was unquestionably unsatisfying; I wasn't even sure I had an orgasm. I felt confused, and unrelieved.

"Oh my god," Natalie cried behind me. "You cam in my mouth! You know how much I hate that, AND you were not even allowed to cum! You are in sooo much trouble, mister!"

I whimpered. "But... You let go!"

"Damn right I did. You did NOT have permission, and you promised me." She was quiet, as she fetched the roll of paper towels and started to wipe my seed from the bed spread. "This better not stain," she warned. "Well," she commented. "I hope you enjoyed that. Because that's the only orgasm you'll be getting tonight."

"What?" I protested. "But that doesn't even count! You let go! That's not fair! You can't do that!"

"Oh, Honey," she said softly, and she sat on the bed next to me. "Don't whine. You promised to do exactly what I wanted. You've just experienced your first ruined orgasm; you had best get used to it, as it won't be the last. I had planned on doing it later anyways."

"What?"

She laughed. "So, the internet says this ruined orgasm should suck quite a bit. Like you didn't even have a chance to cum. That sound about right?"

I nodded, not really believing what she was saying.

"Well good. Now, I still owed you another ten spanks, and now you've gone and cummed without permission. So another five special ones when we are done." She popped off the bed, and I heard her rummaging for something behind me. "Let's continue!"

I groaned. Despite the amount of cum I had just oozed all over the bed, I somehow still felt almost as horny as I had before. And she wasn't going to let me cum for real? What had- "Ouch!" I yelped, my thoughts interrupted and scattered; something had just hit my ass, and it hurt quite a bit more than the flogger had. "Sixteen!" I added hastily.

Natalie held the object out so I could see it without disobediently turning my head; it was a wooden paddle, and I couldn't help but think it really would be better off serving up a game of ping pong. It was admittedly well crafted, smooth and darkly stained. I would just rather it was being used for something else. I had to stop myself from reaching back to rub where she had struck.

"This is going to hurt more," Natalie explained. "I'm not going to go easy on you like I did with the flogger." I groaned at that --my ass still tingled from her earlier administrations. "But we can stop right now if that's what you want; but we don't play any more either. Date night is over. Our week of play is over. You can go downstairs and finished yourself off, all by yourself." I stayed silent, sensing she had more to explain. "Now, let me be honest. If we DO keep playing, I intend to keep playing with you -- but you will not cum tonight. You will not cum tomorrow. Or the next day. Hon, I'm going to keep you waiting till next weekend, at the very last minute on Sunday. When the clock strikes midnight kind of thing, right about when your pretty little carriage turns back into a pumpkin. Sunday at bedtime."

I swallowed. I honestly didn't think I could take another week. I could tell her no; the option was there. The date would be over, and she'd likely head to bed; I could go downstairs and masturbate. No problem. Except... I didn't want to masturbate. If I was going to cum, I wanted her to be the one to make me.

"Look at me," she whispered. I craned my neck, turning my head so I could see her. She smiled, her full lips parted just a bit, her cheeks flushed with arousal. As I watched, she lowered her hands to her waist. Slowly, so slowly, she took the zipper of her skirt and slit it downwards. The skirt sagged a bit, following her downward tug on the zipper; it hung suspended, snagged on the curve of her hips, for just a moment; then it slipped free, and slid to the ground, pooling around her heels.

A lacy black garter encircled her waist, sitting just below her navel, their clips connected to the tops of her fish nets. Just below, a matched pair of panties sat snuggly on her hips, the gentle slope of her flesh there as inviting as the rise of her cleavage. As I watched with wide eyes, her hand covered her mound; it moved up and down sensuously, her eyes half closed and a purr escaping her pursed lips. I moaned in the back of my throat, hungry for her, and noticed my hard on had returned, as persistent as ever, hanging between my legs heavy and obscene.

Her finger pushed against her slit, the lacy garment pushing up into her, giving herself a bit of a wedgie. She moaned, and pulled the panties free again. She turned, her ass to me now, and bent over at the waist; the panties barely covered her ass, the lace framing and accentuating the milky white skin of her firm cheeks. Slowly, moving with silky smoothness, her hands went to her waist, taking hold of her panties. With a fluid motion, she pulled them down; as she bent, I could see a bit of her lips from behind, and I moaned hungrily.

Natalie strolled over to me, my eyes following the motion like I was afraid I would lose sight of her, and dropped the panties on the bed next to me; the crotch was soaked, and I could smell her sweet aroma all over them. She bent close, her lips brushing my ear. "Look how wet I am," she whispered. "Seeing you like this, baby, on your knees... Waiting for your spanking. It's so hot. We can stop if you want, if you can't take it. But do you really want to?"

I didn't know. God, the thought of her that wet, set my mind afire. Her smell filling my nostrils made me dizzy. If we stopped... I shook my head slowly. I didn't want that. I loved how much she was loving this.

She reached down, and ran a finger along her slit, inches from my face; my eyes were glued to that small sliver of heaven, and I moaned as her finger pushed slowly into her sweetness. She thrust it in and out several times, slowly, and I wished it was my finger.

Natalie pulled the finger free, and smiled at me. She held the finger towards me, and I obeyed the unspoken command. I sucked her finger into my mouth, and greedily sucked her juices, the flavor exploding in my mouth.

"I love being in control," she admitted, as I cleaned her finger. "I love the rush. I love getting exactly what I want, and that you are willing to do it. God, I'm so horny," she moaned, and rubbed her mound briefly. She pulled her finger back, and grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. "Tell me you want it," she ordered. "Tell me you want me to spank you."

"Spank me please, mistress," I whispered, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment, my cock dripping between my legs.

"Louder," she demanded. "And what else do you want?"

"Spank me!" I cried. "Use me! I want to give you pleasure, to make you happy!"

She grinned, and moved away, behind me. The paddle crashed down on my cheek, and I yelped at the sudden intense pain. I glanced behind me; I could see Natalie fingering herself slowly. I closed my eyes, and moaned.

She spanked me again, and again. The last eight strikes came fast and somewhat hard; I knew I was at no risk of being hurt, but it was hard enough that it stung. When she finished, she rubbed my ass for a moment, and then she let go and stood back. "On your back, slave," she commanded.

I complied, settling into the center of the bed, my cock --glistening with precum --pointing up at the ceiling light. She returned to her bag of tricks, and retuned with a coil rope. Quickly, as if she had been practicing, she tied me spread eagle on the bed, and then stopped to look down at me with a smile.

"Having fun?" she asked. I nodded with a grin.

Her fingers moved to the laces of her corset, and she made quick work of the ties. Soon, she pulled open the heavy leather, and the globes of her breasts fell free as she disrobed. She bent over again, and unzipped her boots, and then kicked them free. She stood over me wearing only her fishnets and garters, a look she knew I favored, and smiled at me. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, and straddled my waist, facing away. My erection, standing at attention, was a mere inch or two from her dripping pussy, but it might as well have been a mile.

She took my cock in one hand, her grip encircling the base, and she squeezed tightly. I moaned at the contact, loving it, hating that I wouldn't cum, but loving the feeling, the attention. "I owe you five special spanks," I heard Natalie whisper, and I suddenly held my breath, feeling a shock of cold; did she mean-?

Smack! While her hold on me had held my hard on still, her free hand had smacked me across the head of my cock. "Ouch!" I cried. Now she was stroking, and the pain was quickly forgotten. I moaned as the speed of her stroking increased, and gasped in sudden disappointment when she stopped again.

"Four more," she laughed. "And then your punishment is done. I'll bet you never cum without permission again," she chuckled.

"No mistress, I-" I started, and then cut off with a yelp as she slapped my cock, this time hitting the shaft. I felt my precum splash free down onto my leg. "Oww! Two, mistress!" I called. Her hand was rubbing my balls, rolling them in her palm, massaging them. Her grip on my shaft had not lessened, and I could feel the blood pulsating in the head of my cock.

The third hit was a slap on the head, the sensitive part stinging, and I moaned. It hurt, but somehow, my desperate cock was taking any contact it could. My balls were tight against me, and I wondered if it was possible to cum from getting slapped in the cock.

The fourth took me in the shaft again, and I moaned again. Somewhere in the fog of my brain, it occurred to me the hits were no harder than if I was pounding away at Natalie during really intense sex; it didn't hurt so much as shock me that she was doing it. And the throbbing in my cock increased, and I wondered if I would cum on the last hit.

But she changed direction, and let go. I tried to raise my hips under her, trying to get my cock to rub up against anything, desperate for one last touch. She held up a finger where I could see it over her shoulder, and I heard her giggle. "Last one," she warned. "Just a single finger. No problem, right?"

And she flicked my balls with that finger, and I howled in surprise and pain. One little finger, one little flick, and it hurt way more than her cock slaps had. "I'm sorry dear," she whispered, "But you had to learn you're lesson. You won't cum again, will you?"

"No, mistress," I answered with a grimace. My balls were throbbing, a sharp pain I felt in my gut. It was definitely a lesson I would never forget.

Natalie pushed herself forward, sliding down me, and I felt her body push my cock downwards as she slid atop it. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy cover my cock, and futilely tried to guide myself deeper into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, as she began to grind her hips, pushing herself down on me, but not letting my cock enter her. I could feel her lips grasping at me, wrapping around my shaft like a hand, and she shifted herself back and forth atop me. "Fuck," I said again. The feeling was glorious, wonderful, unbearable. "Oh, god, please fuck me," I begged, and she laughed at my desperation.

Natalie shifted again, and without warning, her pussy crashed down on me, enveloping my cock, pulling it in. I cried out in sheer pleasure, and heard Natalie moan above me. She leaned forward, her breasts now hanging tantalizingly in front of my face, and raised her hips --and then crashed them down again, our pelvis' smacking together. Again, she pulled herself up only to crash back down, over and over, faster. She was fucking me, the wet sounds of our sex drowned out only by the sounds of our moans.

"Oh goooooood," I moaned. With every thrust, I felt myself drawing closer. Natalie's cries above me had taken on a tone of desperation, and I knew she was close to cuming again, but I couldn't hold on. "Oh god," I cried, a tear actually in the corner of my eye. "Stop! You have to stop! I can't take anymore!"

But she pounded faster, my cock afire in the wet heat of her, every nerve firing, by balls filled and pounding. I wouldn't be able to stop myself. "Cum with me," she panted, meeting my eyes and smiling. "You have my permission, baby."

Struggling against my ties for leverage, I thrust back even as she increased her pace, dropping down on me, her fluids drenching me. I cried out, a long echoing scream I'm sure the neighbors must have heard, and felt my cock erupt, even as Natalie's screams rose to a crescendo, and I felt her muscles clamp around my cock. We froze, her pussy clamped down on me, and I felt myself spasm into her, twitching, my balls draining. Her orgasm ended with a sigh, and she collapsed atop me.