“Enough. Go home.” She blew him a kiss, and called over her shoulder, just as she started down the hall. “See you Friday.” And she never looked back.
Bruce was sorry, and surely needed a cold shower.
Little Miss Notoriety's schooled another Shagville Heights community member; who'll be next on the list?
CH. 3
MISS NOTORIETY EXPLAINS WHY CHEATING IS BAD
“Oh dearest Billy,
You shouldn't have stepped out on your Filly”
Little Miss Notoriety's
Known for her variety
In the punishment department
“Look in the glove compartment.”
Inside he found
a little night gown
He'd wear it with pride
While her strap-on would glide
Thru that backdoor of his
Soon he begged to jizz
Of course Belle said, “No!”
Yet she continued her flow
In and out
He did pout,
Crying out for more
Begging for Belle to make him her whore
Atop of him she laid spent
He really was a Gent
Caught in his cheating ways
Hopefully it was just a phase
“I hope you learned your lesson my friend.”
“Although I'd love to teach you again.”
“Don't let me catch you out without Bunny.”
“Or next time I'll call the dogs, and douse you in honey.”
Belle kissed him on the cheek
Oh the gossip she planned to leak
The man will never cheat on his wife again
Because Belle will make him pay for every sin
CH. 4
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY DOES A LITTLE MATH WITH LINDA
The last appointment on Sunday was always Linda from accounting at the Law office. If only she hadn't cheated on her own taxes, and robbed half of her clients in the process, she wouldn't be on “the list”. Belle had three standing appoints that day; the day before she went back to being Mr. Switzer's fuck doll. Little Miss Notoriety knew how to end and start a week off right, that's for sure.
Who wouldn't want a naked, delectable-dish like Linda tied to their Saint Andrew's Cross in their private dungeon? Then there's Belle who’s a gorgeous blonde that wore a pair of thigh high boots like no other woman in Shagville Heights! The dungeon was filled to the brim with gorgeous scenery tonight.
“I see you have on my favorite outfit lover.” Belle's voice brushed across the beautiful brunette's ear.
She watched as Linda nearly melted into the cross that she was tethered too by her slender wrists and ankles. Linda had a body that most women would kill for, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off!
“You told me to wear nothing, Be—” Linda's voice squeaked as her head thrashed back from the yank of hair by Miss Notoriety.
“I hope you weren't about to address me by my name, as if you... a piece of property has that right?” Barely a whisper across the shell of Linda's ear, and Belle felt her quiver.
“I'm sorry Mistress. Please don't hurt me.” The accountant sounded desperate enough to beg, but still a question lingered in the air.
“I thought you liked it when I hurt you?” Belle tightened her grip on the woman's hair, and shoved her leather clad knee between her spread thighs. “Ride my boot while we talk dear.”
The embarrassment's written all over Linda's face. Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes closed immediately, but her hips had begun to gyrate on Miss Notoriety's knee, just as she was told to do.
“Good girl.” Her lips touched the accountant's cheek, lifting her knee higher to grind into her pussy. “Go on... fuck your cunt down on my boot. That's it.” Anything else she might have said was drowned out by Linda's panting with need.
“Please Mistress … please don't stop! Please … hurt me.” Linda begged in that deep sultry voice of hers. She could have definitely been a phone sex operator if the accounting gig didn’t work out for her.
How the story changed with just a grind of a knee into her dripping wet snatch.
“OK.”
And just like that, Linda hung there, panting for breath, and whimpered in an attempt to get her Mistress' attention. Belle made her way to the bench where all her items of punishment lined up in an orderly fashion. .
“You think the Shagville Heights Paddle tonight?” The word SHAGVILLE carved into the finely crafted wooden paddle.
“Nooooooooooooo... please not that.” She cried out, yet her hips dry humped at the air with urgency.
Interesting.
Poor thing has no idea that she's always telling on herself. Belle knew what to listen for, what to watch for in her play things. Just like Joseph knew when his little fuck doll was or wasn't having a good time. Miss Notoriety might've used blackmail to get them there, but they continued to come back of their own free will; they just hadn't realized it.
“Now make up your mind dear. Do you want me to hurt you or not?” Belle teased, and her thigh high boots clicked across the tiled floor. She'd made her way back to her delicious treat on the cross. Her right hand brushed the lettered side of the paddle over Linda's firm, tight ass.
“Hurry up slut!” Belle exclaimed. “If you pick wrong the only one cumming tonight's me.” The hollow sound in her laugh told of the devilishness inside the woman, but really what fun would that be if the naked whimpering woman wasn't allowed to orgasm?
“Hurt me...fuck me, please Mistress.” She screamed out just as Belle's knee once more brushed her bare ass, and slipped between her thighs, and roughly she ground her knee up into Linda's juicy slit. Her left hand snaked around the accountant's hip blazing a fiery trail right to the honey hole, and her fingers slipped inside her crevice. Linda's hips thrashed back and forth, not sure which sensation's going to get her off first.
“Five swats with the paddle, and then you get to cum?” Belle’s lips brushing the side of her delicious treats neck. “Deal?” She then licked at the ear of her victim, pressing her own body right into the small of Linda's back. “Say it, or you can hang there all night long, slut.”
“Yes...yes fuck yes, Mistress please spank me. Please make me your Shagville Heights bad girl.” Linda's voice cracked when Belle shoved three fingers inside her cunt, her tight walls instantly closing around them like a greedy little slut.
Belle stepped back, her fingers dutifully worked the woman over, while her right arm lifted and swung for the fences!
Crack!
The loud sound of wood on flesh mixed with the cries of Linda were like a finely tuned violin playing the sweetest notes she’d ever heard. Barely under control before another smack of the lettered side of that paddle came crashing down into her pale white skin, leaving the words imprinted in red and slowly beginning to welt up.
In and out Belle jabbed her fingers inside that tight dripping hole, her thumb finding her clit, and strummed over it each time the woman's hips pummeled down onto her waiting digits. Each smack of the paddle drove her further and harder down onto the blonde's waiting hand. Last but certainly not least, the fifth swat came right dead center of the woman's divine ass.
Crack!!!
The chains rattled, the wooden cross creaked, and Linda's body slumped forward as she heaved for air. A blood curdling scream poured from her, but it's one of splendiferous eroticism and orgasmic bliss. Linda's tears streamed down her inflamed cheeks, but her hips continued to pound repeatedly into the waiting fist below. Over and over, until she slumped almost lifeless against the cross.
The paddle hung on the back side of the cross, and Bella tended to the amazing woman in her care.
Belle brushed kisses across the woman's cheek, and her tongue licked at her tears, tasting of her beautiful submission. “You so gorgeous right now, my little accountant.” Soft whispered words spoken to ease some of the sobbing tears, that now quaked through the woman's body that formerly la
y lifeless.
“Thank you Mistress. Thank you.” Linda was silenced with Belle's lips that crashed like a tidal wave into jagged rocks, her tongue swirling and tangled with the other woman's. She gave the woman time to relax and allow her fist to slide from her cunt easily.
“I'll see you next week pretty girl.” She licked each of her fingers in turn, allowing Linda to watch.
“Stanley will get you cleaned up and on your way. Good night.” A kiss blown, and without looking back, her heels tapping a soft tune of confidence that faded down the hall.
Ch. 5
BELLE NOTORIETY GETS THE BELT
“Belle...I said have those papers on my desk when I walked in the office, so would you care to explain why I don't have them?” Joseph's tall muscular frame shadowed over Miss Notoriety as her heart became a war drum pounding in her ears.
Mondays were always a fist full of excitement around the law office of Mr. Switzer, and that Monday was no different
“I... Umm...I apologize, Sir.” Belle stammered over her words, his face now inches from hers, and her deep blue eyes stared into the dark abyss of chocolate brown. “My sister called, and I lost track of time. I'll have them on your desk in less than fifteen minutes, Sir.”
“Not good enough.” Her head thrashed back with the hard yank of her hair. “Your sister is more important than your job, Miss Notoriety? Or more important than me?” He growled across her lips, and Belle could barely catch her breath before his lips crashed into hers, and she was devoured by the wolf.
He demanded her attention be given to his mouth and tongue, and Joseph's free hand kneaded and pinched at her already hardening nipples. Each breast treated in the same rough fashion, and the kiss ended with a rush of air filling their lungs.
“Please Joseph, I'm sorry. Nothing's more important than you.” Belle melted to the floor finding her knees, her chin tipped down, and her cheek brushed his outer thigh. She was apologizing, or tried to, before she was not so gently coaxed off the floor, and bent over her desk in the middle of the office.
She was on display for any and all to see; what if a client walked in? Joseph Switzer practically owned the town of Shagville Heights; he didn't care who walked in, or what they might see. He's a man on a mission, and teaching his fuck doll a lesson was in progress.
His crotch bushed across her tight ass that was covered by a very thin material of her too short black pinstriped skirt. He leaned over her, pressing her face into marble topped desk. “You need a spanking Miss Notoriety. I think that'll teach you never to disregard my instructions, don't you?” He voice was so eerily quiet that fear sent a shiver up her spin. “I think my belt will make adjustments to your attitude quite nicely, don't you?” His tongue lapped at her ear, and his lips closed on her earlobe.
“Sir...please I deserve this. I know I do.” Tears already poured down her cheeks, and he'd barely touched her.
Belle really was his: heart, mind, body, and soul. Nothing she did was without his knowledge, and her screw-ups weren't immune. In fact they were personified, and soon her body's left feeling cold, and she peeked to watch his belt sliding from the loops of his dress slacks. That sound caused chills to pimple her pale flesh, and she turned her head not able to watch any further.
“Yes, Belle you do deserve this. You should hope no one walks in, hmm? That would be quite embarrassing, don't you think?” Her skirt was shoved up, her bare ass exposed, and her pale pink garter belt was revealed. Joseph's fingers trickled up the inside of her thigh-highs, barely brushing her pussy lips, and teased back down the opposite side. “You are wet. You really are a sick little fuck doll, my beautiful girl.” His haunting laugh filled her mind with eerie thoughts, but the words of praise pushed them away. Joseph knew how to manipulate his puppet, and twist her little kink knobs to just the right setting.
“I'm so sorry, my Master. I know I've been very naughty, please punish me.”She choked out. “Teach your fuck doll a lesson, Please?” Just like her owner, Miss Notoriety pulled at every string she could in order to get Joseph to punish her. She knew each button to push to get his motor running, and she pushed the right one with her last comment.
“Don't worry my dear, I plan to teach you a lesson you will never forget.” He kissed her damp cheek. “Hold on with both hands to the edge of the desk. Stretch yourself out over the top of the desk. I want to see everything I own.” His voice dropped an octave when commanding her and the black stiletto's moved to shoulder width apart; she arched her back as her ass tipped higher into the air, and it called to him.
“Please spank me, Sir.” Belle's voice was barely a whisper, and her fingers turned white as snow from her grip.
Words ceased between them, and body language began to speak volumes. Each thrash of the belt left welted skin in its wake. Over and over the leather found that formerly creamy white skin, and turned it a lovely angry shade of red. Faint and well defined lines left behind, and criss-crossed over one another.
Tears pooled on the smooth surface of the desk top, but she had yet to utter a word. Sobbing was her way of apologizing, and her soft whimpered cries spoke to his inner sadist, and pleased Joseph beyond belief. Ten more vicious strikes left inflamed marks in their path, and the silence was deafening.
“Please forgive me, my Master.” The words scarcely out before she was consumed with violent sobs, and his hand gently caressed across the material that clung to her back, dampened from her sweat.
“Oh my dear, you are forgiven. You are quite forgiven.” His words lapped at her senses, and his tongue licked away her tears as his arms wrapped her, enveloping her in safety. Joseph guided her to rest in his lap, and cooed at her gently. “It's OK my baby girl. You have pleased me greatly.” Just hearing those words brought more tears, but they also soothed her in a way like nothing else could.
“Thank you, Sir. I'm really sorry I failed this morning. And no one's more important to me in this world than you.” His lips brushed across her damp forehead.
“I know my sweet baby, I know.”
Ch. 6
BELLE SHARES HER FEELINGS
You said the papers were to be on your desk first thing
Except the phone gave a ring a ding-ding
My sister wanted to gossip about her ex-husband's wife
I listened to her drone on about her horrible life
I didn't hear you come in the back door
My hair was yanked, and my knees found the floor
My body was hot with need for you to forgive
You playfully said you'd decided to let me live
You teach me a lesson I'll always remember
My ass is as red as the hottest ember
Your words whisper across the shell of my ear
“You are now forgiven, my dear.”
Ch. 7
LITTLE MISS NOTORIETY MAKES A DEPOSIT WITH BARNEY THE BANKER
Miss Belle Notoriety had been one busy secretary over the past few months. Joe Switzer, the attorney she worked for just finished the case of his life and was off celebrating in style. She normally would have been right by his side, but tonight she had a prior engagement.
Barney Thompson was on the menu for that evening, and she had special plans for him. He hung naked as the day he was born from the eye bolt; his toes barely supporting his weight. “So… you like stealing from innocent people?” She said in that soft, yet alluring tone of voice, calling for Barney to look up from his bound and gagged position in the middle of the bank; his bank.
Barney, the president of the only bank in Shagville Heights, had gone under the radar with Miss Notoriety until about three months ago, when he walked into Mr. Switzer’s office and needed help. He was the big case Joe just finished. He was found innocent of embezzlement of dozen of elderly people’s retirement funds.
Innocent in the court of law…
“Mwavpaauuu,” Barney grunted around the gag. A spreader bar kept his legs apart a good three feet, and same for his arms which were cuffed and bound
above his head.
“What’s that? I don’t understand.” A wickedly saucy laugh escaped her. “I bet some of those elderly people told you they didn’t understand either…but you didn’t listen did you?” Belle cut the distance between them, and with a fist full of his hair, she yanked his head back.
He mumbled across the ball-gag.
“You were only found innocent because Mr. Switzer is that damn good, but we both know you are guilty as the day is long, right?” She helped him shake his head yes by yanking his hair back and forth.
“I’m going to show you just what happens to men that take from little old ladies and sweet elderly couples.” Belle said in that soft sing-songy voice of hers. Without warning, she stepped around to face him; the back of her hand swung and met his cheek, his head swung to the side with a whimper.
“Oh… did that hurt?” She stepped in right up next to him again, and whispered softly across his ear. “The pain ends, when you tell me where the money is… pretty simple, right?” Stepping back she sent him that dazzling, teasing smile.
While he focused on her smile, her hand crept down and had encircled his naked ball sac. At first she lightly teased and coaxed his cock to a slow, but steady hardness. “You like the way that feels, Barney?” Her voice so soft only he could hear, and then his blood piercing scream might have been heard by the neighbors, as that soft coaxing turned into a tight fist squeezing the poor life out of his once hard cock.
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