5 Tales of Punishment

by Brock Landers

  “Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

  I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

  Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

  “I take it you liked that?” I said.

  Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

  Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Jamie’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

  She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

  I slipped all three fingers into Jamie’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

  “Whatever you say,” she replied.

  I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

  “After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Jamie said.

  “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

  “It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

  “But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

  “Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

  I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

  “Well, this is real,” Jamie said.

  “Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

  “What’s the matter?” she said.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

  “Who says you can’t still?”

  “I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

  “Of course it would,” Jamie said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

  “So you actually do like it?”

  “I fucking love it,” Jamie said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

  I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Jamie’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

  Jamie sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

  While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Jamie grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

  I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Jamie said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

  I nodded.

  “Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

  I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

  “You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

  I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

  “Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

  So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

  “Harder,” she said.

  I did.

  “Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

  I slapped her again, making her flinch.

  “That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

  I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

  “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

  She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

  I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

  My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

  “What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

  I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

  For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

  Looking down at Jamie’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 18-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

  For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Jamie.

  “Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

  So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Jamie, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

  Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

  “Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

  “It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

  I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Jamie said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

  “Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

  She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

  I stared at her for a moment then snor
ted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

  “Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

  “It is something,” Jamie replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

  It should have concerned me that a crazy 18-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

  “Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

  “That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

  “Who’s Carrie?”

  “One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

  “So you do to her what I just did to you?”

  “Hell no,” Jamie said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

  “I’m sure you would,” Jamie said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  “I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

  “For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

  “I’ll let you know.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”

  #####

  PUNISHING THE EX

  Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.

  Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar. She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.

  “What are you doing here?” Steve said.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”

  “Oh yeah. Why again?”

  “You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”

  “I said that?”

  “Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”

  “Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.”

  “Do I have to?”

  “If you want those papers signed you do.”

  “Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.

  He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.

  She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.

  “Have a seat,” he said.

  “No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”

  “Six weeks?” Steve said. “Seems more like six months.”

  “No,” Shyla said. “I’ve only been dreaming about a divorce for six months. But the papers have only been waiting for six weeks.”

  “Six months? That’s it? I figured you’d been dreaming about it longer than that. Ever since you started fucking that guy on the side. What was his name again?”

  “You know damn well his name is Harry.”

  “Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Dirty Harry. The man with the magical dick that makes my wife do things she’d never done before in her life.”

  “I’d done them before,” she said. “Just not with you.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you used to do them all the time.”

  “Whatever,” she said. “I didn’t come hear to argue.”

  “Then what did you come for?” Steve said.

  Shyla sighed and shook her head. “I should have known better than to believe you were actually going to sign the papers,” she said as she turned and started for the door.

  “Hold on, hold on,” Steve said. “Bring them over here and I’ll sign them.”

  She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “You’re not just fucking with me again?”

  “Nope,” Steve said. “I’ll sign them.” He smiled. “On one condition.”

  She tilted her head slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “What’s your condition?”

  “One last fuck session. For old time’s sake.”

  Shyla scoffed. “If I wanted your dick in me we’d still be together.”

  “Yeah, well if you want this divorce you’re just going to have to put up with my dick being in you one last time.”

  Shyla looked at him carefully. “You actually mean it, don’t you?”

  “You’re damn right,” Steve said.

  “One fuck,” Shyla said. “And then you’ll sign. Today.”

  “Right after we’re done.”

  “Why should I believe you?”

  “Because you have no choice,” Steve said. “Unless you want to get the lawyers involved again.”

  “You know I don’t.”

  “Then why not give it a go? You’ve go t nothing to lose.”

  “Except my pride.”

  “Is it really that shameful to fuck your husband?” Steve said. “After all, we’re still married. Technically, at least.”

  She considered this for a moment, then said, “Fine. What the hell.”

  Steve carefully hid his surprise. He hadn’t actually thought that she’d take him up on his demented little plan. In fact, now that she had, he was starting to wonder if he could actually follow through with it. After all, she was still technically his wife. And deep down he still loved her. And did you really do this sort of thing to someone you loved?

  Then Shyla added, “It’s not like it’ll last very long, mister three-pump-chump,” and just like that Steve knew he could do it. Hell, she deserved to have something like this done to her after what she’d put him through.

  “Oh, darling,” Steve said. “You always made me feel so good about myself.”

  “It’s just one of my many gifts,” Shyla said. She started to pull her shirt over her head.

  Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.

  Shyla gave him a funny look.

  “Clothes on,” Steve said. “At least to start.”

  She flashed him a curious look but pulled the shirt back down.

  “That’s better,” Steve said. He stepped forward and looked down at Shyla. Even in her 2-inch heels he had a good 4 inches on her. Not to mention almost 100 pounds.

  “Oh, and one last thing,” he said, suddenly inspired.

  “What now?”

  “I get to do anything I want to you,” he said. “For once, I get to be in control.”

  “Are you sure?” Shyla said. “That’s not like you.” />
  “I’m positive. And no complaints. Otherwise I don’t sign.”

  “Fine,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

  “Oh, we’ll get it over with all right,” Steve said, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. “But it’s gonna take a while.”

  “Not likely,” she said.

  “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, slapping her ass sharply.

  “Hold on just a minute,” Shyla said, startled. She started turning around.

  Steve grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his body against her backside. With his mouth right up next to her ear he said, “No complaints, remember? You agreed.”

  “I know,” she said. “But this isn’t like you. You’ve got me a little worried.”

  “About what? Me hurting you?”

  She nodded.

  “Don’t be,” Steve said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t witnessed Dirty Harry doing to you over the past six months.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Fine,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and taking a half-step back. “Then I guess I won’t be signing anything today.”

  Shyla took a deep breath and dropped her eyes towards the floor. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Okay. I’ll play by your rules. You do what you want and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But don’t expect me to pretend that I like it.”

  “Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to do any pretending. All you have to do is shut up and take what I give you. Do that and I’ll sign your stupid papers. Got it?”

  “Got it,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

  “Good,” Steve said. “Now get down on your knees.”

  Shyla did so without comment. Steve dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already rock hard with anticipation. He hadn’t realized that having complete control over someone else could be so exciting. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Especially knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath.

  “Open your mouth,” he said.

  Again Shyla obeyed without comment.

  Steve tried not to let his amazement show. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done anything he’d asked. Weeks, maybe even months. But here she’d done it twice within one minute. He idly wondered why he hadn’t tried doing something like this earlier in their relationship. At least he could have gotten something out their time together. Oh well, too late now. All he could do was take advantage of it this one time. He’d better make it worthwhile.