Submissive Beth Ch. 1

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Roissy001
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It took her the best part of ten minutes to come down from her pain-induced high. She remained almost motionless throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional "twitch" of her thighs or abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity. The sofa would remain stained forever with her copiously flowing cuntal juices, and there would be times later when I would have her return to this position and make her add more of her excretions to the stain. Neither of us ever mentioned the obvious damage to the sofa, but I didn't mind, and just the sight of it would conjure up such sweet memories that I accepted it as a hazard of our life style. I sat on the sofa, next to her, as she slowly returned to normalcy. She looked up at me, smiled coyly, then slithered her nakedness into my arms, nestling her head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the hair atop her head as she curled into a fetal-like position, my hand resting lazily on her hip. "Well, what do you think?" I whispered.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I thought it would never stop. My buns are still tingling. Do you have any idea how much that damn birch rod hurts, Mr. Henderson?"

"I can only imagine. But why did you keep asking me to do it harder if it hurt so much."

She brought her hand to my cheek, lovingly caressing it with her fingertips. "Because it hurt so good," she replied. "Such pleasure in pain, it's unbelievable, David." I ran my hand from hip to her back, which still glistened from her perspiration, and scratched it gently. She purred like a kitten with each soft touch. "The strange thing is that I enjoyed doing it to you as much as you liked having it done."

"But you didn't come, and I did."

"I'm saving it," I whispered with a broad smile she couldn't see, but felt.

Boldly, she ran her hand between our clasped bodies and found the semi-erect tool well ensconced in my pants. She squeezed it playfully. "I want it so bad, David." Her words were enough to make the organ stir. "Can I suck it--please?" she begged.

Who was I to say "no" to having my cock sucked? I didn't have to reply. She lifted herself off of me far enough to get at the belt of my pants, then deftly undid it (with one hand, no less) and drew the zipper down. I lifted my hips from the sofa and allowed her to pull the pants all the way off, then followed by my underpants. My cock, now growing, sprang free. I watched the top of Beth's head slide down my body until it came to rest upon my thighs, where she had a bird's eye view of my almost tumescent member.

"I like it when it gets hard in my mouth," she whispered softly as she grasped the shaft and drew it to the "O" of her parted lips. I closed my eyes as she blithely took me in her mouth, coating me with copious amounts of her saliva and licking the glans before beginning a gentle sucking action that drew her cheeks inward. Almost instantly I became rock hard as she moved her head and back and forth, taking me deeper inside her warmth until I felt the cockhead ram the back of her throat. She breathed through her nostrils, took a gulp, then took me in all the way, deep-throating me as her lips chewed at the base of my shaft, mingling with my pubic hair.

"Mmm, I like that," I said huskily.

Beth garbled something unintelligible over my well-sheathed member, then sucked me some more. She brought her fingernails into play soon thereafter, lightly scraping my testicles with one purpose in mind--to give me the feeling that her only desire was to make me come inside her mouth. I knew she would never take her lips from my cock until I had spilled my seed deep into her throat. I began bucking my hips in tune with her rising and falling head, which she shook from side to side every once in a while just to alter the exquisite feelings she was providing. I held my hand on top of head, though it needed no guidance, and opened my eyes to watch my sword move back and forth between her rose-petal soft lips.

I felt the first wave of my orgasm at the base of my cock, pushed her head all the way down on me, then let my seed blast forth like cannon fodder, emptying myself in her throat. She swallowed every drop, gulping down the cascading sperm like candy, never lifting her head until she was sure I had no more to give her. Then, and only then, did she take her lips away, looking up at me with her puppy-dog eyes, smiling sheepishly, like the fox who had just stole the hen house.

She licked her lips, as if searching for more jism. "Feel better?" she smiled.

"You're insatiable," I said. "Is there anything you won't do for this tired old man?"

Beth laughed. "Yes. I won't let you get away. I could never get tired of sucking your cock, or letting you fuck me, or having you whip me. Whatever you want, David, it's yours for the taking. You don't even have to ask."

She moved up my body and curled up again, her ribs resting on my genital area. I cupped her breast, gently, and we slept like that till morning. When I awoke the first light of day had already broken through the venetian blinds, filtering its shadows on the carpet in front of me. Beth was nowhere to be seen. I listened, then heard the sound of running water in the kitchen. I stood up, suddenly aware that I was naked save for my shirt, and strolled toward the area of the noise. Beth was standing in front of the sink, already having donned one of my t-shirts which failed to completely cover her naked posterior. The thin crack of her ass looked inviting and sexy below the bottom of the shirt. She turned, sensing my presence. The scene was almost comic--she immediately caught sight of my flaccid cock and I stared straight at the light-brown hairs which adorned her lower abdomen. She shrieked, as if scared, and reflexively pulled the bottom of the t-shirt over the pussy hairs, an act which only served to stretch the top of the shirt over her breasts, highlighting her seemingly always erect nipples.

Her face was flushed. "Oh, you scared me!" she said breathlessly, still staring unabashedly at my hanging cock and balls. In the same reflexive gesture, I covered myself up with my hand, though for the life of me, I don't know why. What did I have to hide from her, she had only a few hours ago sucked the damn thing dry? "What are you doing, babes?"

"I was just making some coffee," she said, obviously recovering from her sudden scare. "Do you always walk around the house half-naked?" I smiled. "Only when someone else is similarly situated."

She looked down at the t-shirt and realized the absurdity of her remark. "Oh, David, get your ass over here."

I walked to her and she casually threw her arms around me. We embraced, our bodies slowly moving closer and closer together. Her nipples felt like hard pebbles against my chest. My cock, still unstirring, pressed against her upper thigh; her pubic hairs, soft and warm, nestled against my thigh. My arms went under the back of the t-shirt. We kissed, briefly at first, before she politely broke the kiss, and said, with a perfectly serious look on her face, "Mmm, I didn't recognize you at first without a hard-on."

I laughed. "It's at parade rest."

"Ready to be called to attention at a moment's notice, I presume," she smiled, pressing her thigh suggestively into the softness of my manhood.

"We haven't even had a cup of coffee and you're trying to get me going again," I protested, but only half-heartedly.

She giggled. "So you need a cup of coffee to get you going, huh?"

"I just have to look at your sexy little body and I'm half-way there," I whispered, bring my face toward hers with lips at the ready. She accepted the offer, kissing me with more passion this time, grinding her lips slowly against mine and insinuating her tongue into the juncture to punctuate her ardor. My cock stirred immediately against her leg and she smiled through the kiss as soon as she felt its growing hardness. I jammed my tongue into her mouth and her fingernails raked across my back, digging deeply into the skin.

This time I broke the kiss. "Horny little thing, aren't you?" I smiled.

Her face spoke of her lust. She swallowed some of the juices I had deposited in her mouth. I reached for the bottom of the t-shirt and whisked it over it head in one smooth motion. In that one, quick instant she was naked as a jaybird, slightly red-faced, mouth agape, staring into my eyes with a fiery passion. She reached down between us and grasped my now fully erect manhood.

"I dreamed of this big monster last night," she husked, slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft, milking it.

"A nightmare, huh?"

She took a deep breath. "Oh, David, even in my dreams you fucked the hell out of me! I can't get away from you." Quickly, she undid my shirt buttons, her hands shaking slightly, before pulling it off. The both of us stood naked, in the middle of my kitchen, looking at each other's bodies for what seemed like a long time before we embraced again. I was not embarrassed at all by my telltale erection.

"Now I'm ready for my coffee," I said, holding onto Beth tightly without kissing her.

"Excuse me?"

"I always have a cup of coffee in the morning before engaging in sexual pursuits," I said with a broad smile.

"Your serious?" she asked, feeling my stiff manhood pressing against the sweet softness of her abdomen, her pubic hairs now mingling with my testicles.

"Would you mind? It will really wake me up."

She pouted. "You do mean it, you monster. You're ready and I'm ready," she said, punctuating her remark by pressing her abdomen firmly against my hardness, "and you want a damn cup of coffee!"

She really did seem upset, but she had to learn that it was I who was in complete control of the situation--at all times. Yes, she had her needs, and I would fulfill them better than they had even been fulfilled, but it would be on my terms, in my way. I broke the embrace, strolled to the table, and sat down, my skyward-pointing cockhead brushing against the tablecloth. Beth looked at, almost dumbfounded, a rather exasperated look on her flushed face.

"With cream and sugar," I said with wry half-smile.

She looked so damn sexy in her nakedness, her skin white and smooth, her girlish but firm breasts capped by her ever-hard thick, oh-so-suckable nipples; her curly-haired bush, neatly cropped, elegantly adorning her lower abdomen; her sleek, supple legs slightly parted; her hands at her sides, twidgeting nervously. She stared at me for a moment, her child-like, dark-brown, puppy-dog eyes, her most expressive feature, showing a mixture of anger, which she was trying hard to keep repressed, and innate submissiveness, which was written all over her face.

Without a word, she turned and continued filling the coffee pot, a job she had only begun before I interrupted her. There was a thin veneer of perspiration just above her delectable buttocks, on her lower back. For the next ten minutes, I watched her move about the kitchen, naked and lovely, acting just a little huffy, not trying to hide the fact that she felt miffed about being rebuffed. When she placed the cup of coffee on the table in front of me, she refused to look at me. This wasn't the sort of submissiveness I expected of her.

"Beth, go to the living room and bring me back the leather belt from my pants." From the tone of my voice and the nature of my instructions, my intentions were obvious.

She cast an understanding glance in my direction, then turned on her heels and disappeared out the door, her ass cheeks bobbing slightly as she walked. When she returned, nervously holding the belt, folded, in her hands, her visage was entirely different. Gone from her eyes and face was that look of defiance. It was replaced by that now familiar aspect of total submission. Her face was completely flushed as she demurely handed me the device she already knew to have a special, intended purpose. I nonchalantly took my fourth sip of my morning coffee, so thoughtfully prepared by this stark-naked, beautiful woman who, in one wild weekend, had discovered her being while showing me mine.

I placed the belt on the table, where she could see it, and took another sip of coffee. I placed the cup in the saucer, then looked at Beth. "In this house, I am in charge." My voice was firm. She sensed the seriousness of the situation. No, this wasn't a game, this was our reality.

Nervously, she bit her lower lip. "Yes," she said softly, lowering her head and closing her eyes.

"Sexual pleasures, when I permit you to have them, will be at my whim, on my terms, when you are deserving, and only then. Do you understand?"

She gulped, then nodded softly in affirmation. Her hands were back at her side, twidgeting once more.

"Turn around," I ordered.

Casting a furtive but telling glance in my direction, she quickly spun on her heels turned her back to me. I wanted to bend over and kiss her gorgeous ass cheeks, so round and smooth and perfect, but she had to be punished. The defiance that she had exhibited had to be taken from her from this point forward. "Bend over and grasp your ankles with hands," I commanded, then watched her perform the act which forced her to spread her feet well apart in order to maintain balance. Not only was her behind presented perfectly by her awkward position, the entire length of her hairy crotch, the labia parted like rose petals to show her pink gash, was on display in all its glory. To cap it off, her tiny, pinkish-brown, crinkled anus was well exposed between her opened ass cheeks. The sight kept my erection at its fullest.

I made her stay like that, the blood rushing to her lowered head, while I blithely finished my cup of coffee, then turned in my seat until I was directly behind her, my cockhead pointing upward about three feet behind her widely spread legs. I could have taken her then and there, anally or vaginally, and my statement would have been made, but I knew the lesson would only be learned, the correction properly made, by the application of corporal punishment, which she truly desired at this moment even more than penetration of one of her body openings.

The pungent, thick womanly smell emanating from between her legs, and the tell-tale moistness surrounding her vaginal entrance was ample evidence that just the anticipation of punishment was enough to get her going. I slid the chair forward slightly, scraping it on the linoleum floor, to gain a more advantageous position over my submissive lover, and her body shuddered slightly with the knowledge that the time of reckoning was near.

I doubled the inch-wide belt in my hand, its metal clasp digging into my palm, and said, "Don't move. Hold your ankles tight," before raising the instrument of punishment and delivering it soundly, from directly above her naked ass, with a loud resounding crack as the leather bit into the creamy-white flesh.

"AHHHHH!" she cried, feeling the first blush of searing pain upon her right buttock. Her body lurched forward ever so slightly, but she maintained her balance. I let her wait a moment for the next blow, her buttocks twitching slightly in anticipation, not wanting her to know when or where to expect it. Finally, I let her have another one, this one a bit more sharp than the first, on the same cheek, but a bit more toward her right hip, with the cruel belt swung in such a fashion as to come more from the side than the top.

She gasped loudly in pain, the shock of receiving a lash where she wasn't expecting it, inhaled deeply, then let out with an almost blaring, pain-admitting "OHHH!" I waited again, letting the pain simmer slightly, before delivering the third stroke, which, like the first, was brought directly down from above her buttocks, this time on the left side, with about the same intensity as the second one. I had made Beth assume the ankle-grasping position with a specific purpose in mind--to stretch her skin tightly across her ass and thereby increase the severity of the pain. My method worked to perfection; I watched the taut cheeks ripple only slightly as her "AHHH'S" and "OHHH'S" became longer and louder, her breathing more ragged, and lovely ass cheeks more and more reddened from the onslaught.

Over the next ten or fifteen minutes, I delivered at least ten or twelve more hard lashes to her beleaguered behind, ignoring her pleas for mercy, which she meant for effect only, and Beth accepted them all with a growing understanding that I would tolerate no more of her insolence, that any misbehavior on her part would meet with punishment accordingly. The juices streaking down the insides of her thighs, something I had not seen her do heretofore, flowing copiously from her vagina, were the best evidence that the extreme pain she was graciously accepting was as much of a turn-on for her as it was for me.

I placed the belt back on the table, then slid the chair forward again, until my legs were between hers with my sword ready to be sheathed directly beneath her gaping vagina. I placed my hands on her hips, now coated with sweat, and gently pushed them downward. Without a word, Beth raised herself up slightly, her body still bent forward and her well-reddened ass, lightly streaked ass brushing against my lower chest, and lowered herself onto my erection. My cock slammed into her hot, steaming cunt with one quick jolt, to the hilt, as her ass crushed against my abdomen.

The act was the quickest fuck I can ever remember. I came almost as soon as my cockhead bumped against her cervix, and I spurted forth so much pent-up cum that I thought it would never stop gushing. To my surprise, Beth came too, her cries of pleasure almost as vocal as her earlier shrieks of pain.

It wasn't over quite yet, however. After coming down from her high, Beth raised herself off of my still erect manhood and turned to face me. Keeping her legs wide open, she moved forward until her crotch was above my cock again, then lowered her pussy until we were sheathed once more. Her pubic hairs mingled with mine; the cheeks of well-warmed ass rested atop my thighs. We embraced, her unbelievably hard nipples digging into my chest.

She cocked her head sexily, a contagious smile broadening across her face. "Wow," she whispered into my ear, "I guess I'll be a good girl from now on." Her pussy was as hot as I'd ever felt it, and as wet as a lake. "I guess you will," I said, returning her smile.

She moved her head back so she could see me eyes. "You didn't hold back," she said, an obvious reference to the force of the whipping I had just delivered.

"No, I didn't. Did you want me to?"

She smiled again, the answer to my question readily apparent in her eyes. She was pensive for a moment, then said, "You could have whipped the insides of my thighs... or even between my legs. That would have really taught me a lesson!"

I looked at her in disbelief. This was more than a suggestion that her submission was showing no limits, it was an open invitation for more extreme punishments. "There will be other times," I said.

"When you won't hold back." Her eyes spoke of her seriousness, of her complete submissiveness.

"No, I promise--I won't hold back."

"Good," she smiled, pressing her crotch harder against me, planting my shaft even deeper inside her, brushing against her cervix once more. "Now then... would you like another cup of coffee?"

CHAPTER TWO

I made rules that expected Beth to follow without question--

She must never close her legs when sitting; her knees shall always be parted to permit views up her skirt, by anyone who wanted to look. When riding in the car, she was required to raise her skirt sufficiently to allow her to place her buttocks on the cool leather seat. She must never masturbate without permission; conversely, she would masturbate, upon my command, until I gave her permission to stop. Unless told otherwise, she must sleep with a butt plug inside her every night. In the morning, upon arising, she would withdraw the butt plug and cleanse herself with a warm, soapy enema. Her sexual openings, the three of them--mouth, cunt and ass--were to remain accessible upon my command, whenever and however I wanted. Whenever giving me head to completion, she must always swallow my cum.

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