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Chapter Four The Morning After
I woke up feeling something touching my lips. I thought he was kissing
me and I puckered my lips and kissed them back. As soon as I did that I realized
it wasn't his lips at all, but his hard cock. I guess it was instinctive,
because I opened my mouth and it was inside. I tasted myself on him from the
night before. I was tired; it must have been pretty early.
He must have been in a bad position, because he maneuvered me so my head
was on a pillow against the headboard. He straddled my head and pushed his cock
down my throat. I gagged but he didn't stop. I pressed my lips together the best
I could, but I was gagging more than anything else. My arms started to flail
around and he caught them and held them against the headboard. I couldn't
breath; every time he pushed in he triggered my gag reflex. I started to shake
my head, trying to make him stop. He realized that it wasn't that I didn't want
to do this but that I couldn't. He pulled himself out of my throat and mouth.
"I'm sorry Master. I couldn't breath. I was gagging too much, you're too
big for that position." I said really fast hoping he wouldn't be too mad.
"Who told you that you could speak?" he scolded.
My right eye seemed to be pasted shut from the now dry cum. I rubbed it
feeling the crust falling away.
"Awe, you looked so cute with one eye glued shut with my cum." He joked.
"Come finish what you started." He demanded.
I sat up next to him, then leaned down and took him back into my mouth.
I circled my tongue around his head and sucked at the tip. I licked down the
side and then wrapped my lips around the base, sucking and moving my tongue back
and forth as I moved my mouth back to the head. I took him in, and began to move
my mouth up and down his shaft.
He was rubbing the back of my head. I gently grabbed his balls with one
hand massaging them as I sucked. He gently pressed my head down, then pulled it
back up by my hair. I let him set the pace
"When I Cum, don't swallow it ok. I want to see it in your mouth." He
told me "I'll be there soon."
I felt his cock get rock hard and I knew he was about to cum. He started
pushing and pulling my head up and down faster and I sucked as hard as I could.
As soon as he was done he ordered me on my knees in front of the bed. Once I was
there I was told to open my mouth so he could see it. Once I did that he told me
to let it leak out the sides like drewl.
I did as I was told, letting it leak out the corners of my mouth. At
first it sat on my chin, hanging there disgustingly. Then as more leaked out it
fell and hit my breasts, running over them down to my belly. I let the rest fall
out of my mouth and my chin was covered in semen mixed with saliva. He called me
his cum covered slut.
Comcast said it was 7:30. We slept for less than 4 hours. No wonder I
was so tired. I had to call out of work by 8 if that was the plan. I had to pee
too.
"Master, I'm sorry for speaking, but I need to pee, and then call out of
work." I got up the courage to say.
"OK, no problem, you can talk as much as you want now. Go ahead, you
know where the bathroom is, just leave the door open. There is a phone here and
in the living room. Wherever you prefer to use it." He told me.
I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. It turn out to be much more
difficult to pee with the door open than it sounded. It took me a good 5 minutes
of sitting there before it came out.
I came out of the bathroom to see Master cooking breakfast. The
apartment smelled like bacon and he had eggs on the counter. I picked up the
phone and called work. No one was there yet, but I left a voicemail for my
manager.
We ate breakfast and I cleaned up the table and counter as he called out
of work. The cum was almost dry on my tits and stomach now. I felt gross.
"We should go get your car, I didn't plan on you leaving it there all
night. Why don't you grab a shower and we'll go pick it up." He told me.
It was great to get in the shower, I felt so rejuvenated. His shower was
even masculine he only had Irish spring soap, and Salon Selectives shampoo. I
didn't see any conditioner. After the shower I dried off and put the towel back
on the rack. I walked out to his living room as I had entered the bathroom,
naked. It was almost feeling comfortable now. He didn't stare or do anything
else to make me uncomfortable; it was as if he'd been seeing me naked for
months.
He handed me the sweats I had worn for a short time the night before and
I put them on without my bra or panties as he got in the shower. He was fast and
was out of the shower before I knew it. He got dressed and we headed out the
door carrying my clothes.
We got my car and I invited him to follow me to my place. Once there I
asked him to come up. We got inside and he looked around a little. I asked if he
wanted me wearing his clothes all day or if I should get into some of my own. He
told me he'd like to see me in a short kilt type skirt with a white shirt to go
with it. I thought I could come up with something like that, even though it was
horribly out of style. As I went to my bedroom he raised his voice so I could
hear him between rooms. "No underwear though."
I found the skirt that seemed shorter than I had remembered, and the
blouse that seemed thinner than I remembered. I slipped into both and looked in
the mirror. My areola was fairly visible through the thin material and the skirt
didn't even reach half way down my thigh.
He looked at me as I entered the kitchen and smiled, "You look good.
Lift up your skirt so I can make sure you don't have underwear on."
I did as I was told, but all of a sudden I was shy to have him looking
at my naked body under it. I found that odd since I had been walking around his
apartment naked for the past 8 hours or so. I'm sure he noticed my
embarrassment, my face felt hot. He smiled once he confirmed that there were no
panties.
"So, where are we off to?" I asked.
"Well, while I'm thinking about it, I still need to punish you for
speaking when you weren't supposed to last night and this morning. What do you
think a proper punishment would be?" He asked me.
I surely didn't want to come up with my own punishment and had to think.
What should I say? If it was too light in his opinion, he might make me come up
with something else, that could end up being much worse than he'd think of. I
was stuck.
"I don't know Master, a spanking maybe?" I offered
"That sounds good, how many spanks do you think you deserve for twice
disobeying your master?" he asked.
"Umm, 3 for each time sir? I said hopefully.
"Well don't you think that the second one should get you more than the
first infraction?" he retorted
"I guess so sir." I said in defeat.
He moved to the living room and sat on the couch. "Lay across my knees
ass up" he demanded.
I did as I was told after following him in. I found that I made him
angry by not lifting my skirt though and had to repeat the action of positioning
myself on his knees.
After lifting my skirt and lying across his knees my ass was up in the
air fully exposed to him. He raised his arm and smacked his hand across both
cheeks of my ass.
SMACK "Bad Girl!" he said timing the B with the smack.
He paused a second then repeated the action four more times. Each slap
seemed slightly harder than the last. My ass felt hot and it was beginning to
really sting. I felt myself getting wet.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Each timed saying, "Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad girl."
He paused again and asked me to tell him why I was being punished. I
told him the reason, only to hear him ask me if I thought I should be punished
for not lifting my skirt the first time. I could only say that I should be, not
really believing it since he didn't tell me to do that. I was so horny from
this, I didn't understand. I never liked pain before and this was really
starting to hurt.
He was really hitting hard now, calling me a bad slut. The slapping
sound echoed in my ears as much as it stung my ass. I wondered if he knew how
much this was turning me on. I think I started to cry again but my face was in
the couch cushion so I couldn't feel the tears.
"How many was that?" he asked
"I'm not sure sir, a lot, I lost count." I thought it was 15 but it
could have been 14 if he was trying to trick me. I wasn't 100% sure.
"Well damn-it, I didn't count either. I think that means we have to
start over." He said with obvious glee in his voice.
"OK sir" was all I could think of to say.
"Shut up, of course it's ok." He said harshly.
"Damn this hurts my hand though, we'll have to come up with a better way
to do this next time." He said through his teeth.
He pushed my hips a little, so now I had one foot with my toes touching
the floor. I thought I felt that his knee was right against my pussy with my
partially spread legs. He told me to count them out loud.
"One" I said through the pain.
"Two" I said as my pussy pushed into his knee.
"Three" I said through my sobbing.
I felt his knee rise up more, pressing against my pussy even more. It
was torturous.
"Four"
"Five"
"Six"
If he went fast enough I think I could actually cum. My mind was a
wreck. I didn't know if I was up or down. What if I did come, would he get mad?
Did I want to come from this? A spanking?
"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten." Came in quick succession. I thought I was
about to come, but he paused.
How could I cum from a spanking? It didn't make sense, I hated myself
for being turned on by this.
"Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen F I F T E E N" really hurt. And I
sobbed as he struck me.
"You like this don't you," he said teasing me.
"No sir" I said through my sobs.
"How come you pussy is glistening then? You look wet to me." He said to
my humiliation.
"OK, in any case, five more for you not lifting your skirt." He told me.
He was hitting harder than I'd ever been hit before now, but it barely
hurt, it all seemed to go through my ass directly to my clit. I was so confused.
"Count them." He scolded.
"One" I said.
"One? Oh, OK, I didn't know you wanted to start over." He said laughing.
"Sir!! No! I meant one for the skirt. It's number 16 total." I yelled
horrified.
"So I'm wrong? We aren't starting over?" He said.
I knew there was no correct answer. No way to get out of this riddle. I
didn't say anything.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"You SMACK stupid SMACK fucking SMACK cunt SMACK, you can't even
SMACK count to 20." SMACK.
The words pierced through me like a dagger.
"How many are we up to now you stupid cunt?" he said maliciously.
Crying like a baby now, "I don't know Master."
"You don't know...Well, I guess we just keep going, your ass is looking
bruised, it's gonna hurt when this is over."
He leaned down to my ear and asked me if I was ok, and if I wanted him
to stop or keep going. I told him that he could do what he wanted with me. I
told him that I was his to treat as he wanted.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Fire on my ass, it hurt so badly now but now I wanted to keep going
until I came. Why in God's name do I like this? What is wrong with me?
"Tell me why you are getting this spanking," he demanded.
"Sir, I'm getting this spanking because I was a bad girl, I spoke when I
wasn't supposed to and I didn't lift my skirt up properly when you were going to
punish me for it." I said sobbing the whole time.
"How many times have you been spanked so far?" he wanted to know.
"Master, I have no idea, please." I begged.
"Well I hope you figure it out soon. My hand hurts almost as bad as your
ass looks. It's starting to get purple." He told me.
I began to wonder if he was just going to keep spanking me until I came.
Was that the plan or was it something else. As he started to spank me again, I
pushed my pussy against the side of his knee, grinding it in rhythm with the hot
shots of pain to my ass.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I started to wreathe as the orgasm went
through me. He whispered in my ear as he continued to spank me. Calling me a
whore, how he'd never met a whore who would come from getting a spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, the orgasm intensified with the bright
pain being applied to my ass.
"STAND UP!" he shouted while I was still in my orgasm
I managed to get up, weak legged and still partially convulsing. He made
me bend over at the waist and hit me once more before I felt him push his cock
into me. It stung as his hips slapped against my tender flesh. He held me by my
hips and pulled me toward him as he thrust forward. I was cumming again. He was
there shortly after, pulling out and coming on my ass. Even the ropes of cum
hurt as they hit my hot skin. He pushed me to the floor when he was done. I half
sat, half laid there crying as he fixed himself.
