My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  For the life of him, Brock couldn’t figure out why he always reacted so quickly, so strongly to her. His need to control her, fuck her and please her was growing stronger daily and scared the shit out of him. He wondered if what he had planned tonight would finally make her end this ridiculous charade or make her more determined to see it through.

  “Come here, pet,” he demanded roughly, hauling her up and over his lap. Her buttocks wiggled enticingly as she quickly settled into position, their damp plumpness more than he could resist. He swatted her hard, like he always did, relishing the feel of her skin warming beneath his hand and the sun. He smacked her other cheek, the center of her ass, the under curve of her buttocks, the tops of her thighs. Over and over until his hand stung and her cries reached a crescendo of suppressed need.

  Rubbing the abused flesh, he soothed her shivering body then asked, “Would you like to come, pet?”

  “Oh, please, master. May I?”

  She sounded like a little girl begging for a treat and he could no more deny her than he could deny himself the pleasure of watching her come apart. Moving between her legs, which fell open so naturally he felt a burst of pride, and fingered her wet folds. She was swollen, soaking wet and shaking with need. Slipping his thumb into her anus, he finger fucked both orifices until she was bucking and crying out, her pussy clinging to his fingers as she came, soaking his hand with her release.

  Lillian lay meekly over his lap enjoying the small tremors that still coursed through her as much as his soothing hand on her buttocks and between her legs. He stroked her as he would a pet, giving her time to calm down from her explosive climax. She thought she would be perfectly content spending the rest of her life sucking his cock, swallowing his seed and lying prone over his lap for whatever he wanted to heap upon her.

  When Lillian emerged from the bathroom after drying her hair a short while later, Brock was waiting for her. “Come here, pet, I have something for you.”

  Seeing the collar he held up and the flogger attached to his waist, Lillian’s heart beat with excitement as she padded over to him and stood meekly while he attached it. Made of black leather with a simple silver ring attached in the front, it resembled a plain dog’s collar. It was slightly heavy and felt awkward around her neck, but she looked up at him with pride and happiness that he had finally decided to give her that symbol of ownership.

  “You’ll wear that from now on when we’re at the club or entertaining.” Picking up yet another see through, clinging shift, this one in black, he slipped it over her head, attached a black leash to her collar and led her downstairs.

  Richard was waiting out front with the car for them. “Good evening sir,” he greeted Brock before smiling warmly and nodding at Lillian. He didn’t bother to hide his appreciation of her near nudity as he opened the back door for them.

  “Good evening, Richard, and for God’s sake, quit siring me.”

  “Yes, sir.” Richard smiled when Brock rolled his eyes before sliding into the car, tugging Lillian behind him.

  Lillian bent, conscious of her bare buttocks showing and Richard’s eyes on them as she settled next to Brock. On the way to the club, Brock tugged her leash, drawing her over his hard thighs before lifting her shift and swatting her ass. Lillian never bothered suppressing her whimpers of both pleasure and pain when he spanked her and her soft cries echoed loudly in the small confines of the car. She shuddered with both embarrassment and excitement when Richard kept watching them in the rear view mirror. She knew his presence added to Brock’s pleasure, which in turn added to hers. By the time they pulled in at the club, her ass was warm and tingling, putting her in an elevated state of contentment tempered by the arousal in Brock’s eyes as he helped her out of the car.

  Brock led her to his table, sat her on her mat and attached the leash to the leg of his chair. Running his hand casually over her head, he said simply, “Wait here until I come get you to go upstairs.”

  It was two hours before he returned to her, grabbed the leash and led her out of the club to the elevators. Once inside, he jerked the leash, instructing shortly, “On your knees, pet.”

  Lillian dropped to her hands and knees without a word, then smiled gratefully up at him when he caressed her head and praised her. When the doors swished open, she followed meekly behind Brock into the observation room, her eyes glued to her master. Brock never confided in her ahead of time about his plans, never let her know what he had in store for her. The flogger hooked on his belt told her she was going to get whipped, the room he had chosen told her she was going to have an audience. She knew the three viewing areas were filled to capacity, but the audience didn’t bother her. The only thing she was concerned with was not pleasing Brock, not measuring up to his expectations. He led her onto a padded mat and faced her towards the wall, attaching her leash to a ring on the wall. Taking the flogger from his hip, he ran it lightly over her buttocks before taking a step back and drawing back his arm for the first blow.

  Lillian cried out at her first taste of the multi strands of leather, the sting they generated sharp and painful. She tried to lower her head, but he had shortened the leash enough that she had to keep her head high. This time she was prepared for the pain when he wielded the flogger again across her ass, the strands falling separately, covering her buttocks. By the fifth stroke she was in her comfort zone, the pain having melded into pleasure, her body swaying with his demands, lifting eagerly for each caress of the leather. Without being told, she separated her knees, giving him access to her tender folds.

  “That’s my girl,” Brock praised her as he aimed the flogger lower so some of the strands whipped against her pussy. Her cry was music to his ears. Her arms almost gave out, but the leash kept her upright. His pride in her swelled as she forced herself to remain steady. “Just a few more, pet, and I’ll be done.”

  “Yes, master.” The next stroke landed on her thighs before he moved back to her buttocks and proceeded to whip those tender globes at a hard, steady pace. Her ass felt on fire, hot and swollen, as did her dripping pussy. By the time he stopped, she was aching for his cock. It didn’t matter where, it never did. She just needed his possession, his seed, his pleasure. It was all she had ever needed.

  Brock tossed the flogger aside as Eric entered the room, completely naked, his hungry gaze fixed on her. Running his hand down her head and back, Brock said soothingly, “You did good pet. Did you enjoy your flogging as much as our audience and I did?”

  Lillian smiled up at him. “Yes, master. Thank you.”

  Brock then nodded to Eric before straddling her back. One hand fisted in her hair as he pulled her head back and looking down at her. “Open, pet,” he commanded, his other hand caressing her jaw and throat.

  Lillian didn’t hesitate as she opened her mouth and accepted Eric’s cock willingly. She moaned as his hard cock filled her mouth and slid to her throat. His hand at the base, Eric held his cock as he fed it to her, his brown eyes filled with warmth as she sucked him.

  “That’s it, Lil, take him deep, all the way. Breathe, baby, slow and easy,” Brock instructed her softly. “Do you know how beautiful you look with your cheeks bulging and your throat working over his cock?”

  Lillian kept her eyes on his, basking in his praise, willing to do anything to please him. He kept his one hand fisted tight in her hair, holding her head immobile, while he continued caressing her face and neck with the other, soft, soothing strokes blended with soft, soothing words of praise. She couldn’t do much but be a receptacle of pleasure for Eric’s cock, but she could stroke him with her tongue as he fucked her mouth with slow deep strokes. He was wide, but not as long as Brock. She hollowed her cheeks as he pulled back, sucked his head and licked his pre-come before accepting him down her throat again. Both Eric’s and Brock’s groans told her she was pleasing them both and the proud and pleased look in Brock’s eyes as he gazed down at her, was worth dying for.

  “You’re doing good, pet, so good sucking his cock. You’ve
made me so proud of you. There, that’s a girl, take him deep again.”

  Eric’s hands went to her shoulders as he leaned over her. His hips moved faster, his thrusts short and hard as he fucked her mouth in earnest.

  “Every drop, Lil, swallow every drop,” Brock instructed, his hand tightening further in her hair as he gently caressed around her bruised, stretched mouth.

  Lil’s eyes watered as she tried to keep up with his thrusts, her lips sucking hard, her tongue stroking his cock as he erupted in her throat, his cock jerking with his release, his come filling her mouth and throat. His thrusts didn’t slow as he emptied himself, and Lil accepted each one, as both men praised her endeavors.

  “That’s a good, girl, Lil. Swallow now, every drop. I’ll punish you if any leaks out,” he warned her. Brock watched her throat swallow repeatedly and eyed the way she kept her lips clamped tightly around Eric’s now softening, slowing cock. As Eric slowly pulled away from her, Brock released her hair and rubbed her scalp, an uncharacteristic emotion akin to jealousy clouding his mind. It wasn’t over the fact he had given her mouth to Eric. It had excited him immensely watching her suck another man’s cock upon his order. It wasn’t until she swallowed Eric’s semen that he had the first stirrings of displeasure, and he knew he wouldn’t be allowing her to take any other man’s seed into her body again. He wanted to be the only one given that pleasure.

  Lillian’s mouth and throat were sore and her ass still throbbed painfully, but it had all been worth it to see the looks of pleasure on both Brock’s and Eric’s faces.

  Eric stepped back then held his hand out to Brock. “Thanks, boss,” he said, a wide grin splitting his face.

  “You’re welcome. Would you like to return the favor?”

  “Sure.”

  “I’m going to take her ass now. You’re welcome to play with her while I do.” His attention went to Lillian who was watching him with calm acceptance. Running his hand over her head affectionately, he said, “You have permission to come as much as you want, pet.”

  Those bright blue eyes lit with gratitude. “Thank you, master.”

  Brock retrieved his lubricant from his pants pocket and wasted no time kneeling behind her reddened ass. Spreading her buttocks, he liberally coated her anus before thrusting two fingers inside, quickly coating her tight channel. His dick was so hard it was painful. The sight of Lil taking Eric’s cock so willingly, even though he had been ruthless in fucking her mouth, had turned him inside out. She seemed oblivious to the thirty or so people watching them, which only excited him more. That her attention was all for him and his commands was something he had thought never to find in a woman.

  Unable to wait a moment longer, he released his cock, spread her cheeks and thrust into her ass in one smooth stroke, the look an feel of her well striped ass fueling his lust.

  Lillian closed her eyes in pleasure as Brock took her ass, his strokes deep and hard. Eric knelt beside her reaching underneath her to pull and pinch her nipples and finger her seeping cunt. As good as his fingers felt, she didn’t care about them or the pleasure they evoked. All she cared about was feeling Brock’s cock inside her again, taking her with long, hard strokes. Her anus burned as he fucked her, her muscles quivered in stress of his invasion. She shoved back against him, accepting his rough possession, glorying in it, aching to feel his release filling her once again.

  Her orgasm came quickly, burst upon her and shattered her already frayed senses as her cunt gripped Eric’s fingers convulsively. She rocked with the pleasure, groaned as Brock rammed into her over and over only to be brought to peak again by Eric’s clever hands and Brock’s demanding cock. Between the two of them she lost all sense of time and reality, following each climax into bliss before finally feeling the ultimate pleasure, Brock’s come filling her ass, her body.

  Chapter Nine

  Brock spent Sunday in his home office, brooding. Last night had not gone anything like he had anticipated. He had expected his pet to balk at being made to suck Eric’s cock, especially in front of so many people. He knew the whipping wouldn’t bother her, she embraced the torment from another new object the way she had embraced everything he had subjected her to. Of course, he could reason that she was just fulfilling the terms of the contract, living out her fantasy as he dictated, but he had entered into this temporary arrangement so sure that she wouldn’t last past a few days, thus there was no real threat to getting his hopes up.

  Now, here they were, entering their second week, and she was showing no signs of displeasure, no sign of weakness or thoughts of crying off. And he was finding himself thinking in terms of after the month was up, envisioning her sitting at his side, sucking his cock, existing to please him months from now, even knowing that will never happen. He had to do something to turn her off from seeing this through, of making her realize that this wasn’t what she wanted after all.

  After ignoring her all day, Brock fed them both the dinner that Jean-Luc had left and then settled in the great room again, one of his action flicks showing on the big screen and Lillian sitting contentedly at his side. Half way through the movie, he released his cock without taking his eyes off the screen and pushed Lil’s head down on him. When her mouth engulfed his heavy erection, he looked down at her bright head, irritated with the natural ease with which he had simply reached down and freed himself and with the way she had accepted his cock in the same manner. Watching her savor his dick, her enjoyment evident, only made him more irritated.

  Lillian sighed with pleasure when Brock finally fed her his cock. She had been wanting him in her mouth again ever since he had started the movie, but waited patiently for his permission. It seemed her craving to have his cock in her mouth, pussy or ass was only increasing with each day, her need to pleasure him, to erase the loneliness she still detected in him, increasing also.

  She tried to draw out his pleasure, and thus her own, but he wasn’t allowing it. With hard thrusts, he quickly erupted in her throat and then turned his attention back to the movie, ignoring her. Disappointed that he had ended their pleasure so quickly and at the way he was back to shutting her out, she simply rested against him, drawing comfort from just being near him.

  Her comfort was short-lived however when he took her upstairs after the movie ended and again cuffed her to the bed before leaving her alone for several hours. When he joined her in bed a few hours later, flipped her over and pushed his well oiled cock into her ass, she knew he was back to brooding. Even though he didn’t allow her to orgasm, she savored the feel of him possessing her anus, drew comfort from his hard body lying on top of her and his heavy breathing in her ear as he pleasured himself. She also drew comfort, and hope, when, a few hours later, he released her cuffs, silently rubbed her shoulders and put his arm around her for the rest of the night.

  By Thursday morning, Lillian was seriously contemplating ending her fantasy early. Ever since that first, brief eye contact her and Brock had shared across the club, her main objective had been seeing to his pleasure, of wanting to be the one who erased the cold, lonely look in his black eyes to one of warmth and happiness. Every morning this week he had continued to bathe her followed by a spanking but with no sex afterwards. After breakfast, they had gone their separate ways to work until she met him at the club in the evening, where he ignored her until they came home. Like previously, he cuffed her to the bed, took her ass with silent, self-centered intensity before leaving her alone for another few hours. It was obvious she was a failure at pleasing him, that she wasn’t going to be the one to erase the loneliness of his life. The only reason she was still here was because of the kernel of hope he gave her each night when he finally relented, released her wrists and pulled her into his arms for what was left of the night.

  Lillian came out of the bathroom expecting to bend over for her whipping, but Brock was no longer in the room. Disappointed she wasn’t going to get to begin her day with that stinging pleasure, she padded downstairs to greet Jean-Luc good morning alone.


  “Good morning ma petite,” he greeted her with a smile and an undisguised male appreciation f her nudity.

  “Good morning, Jean-Luc.” Though Lillian still blushed when he looked at her like that, she enjoyed his easy friendship and always welcoming smile. “Can help you this morning? I love to cook, but I don’t get much opportunity.”

  “I just started the bacon if you’d like to keep an eye on it. Brock likes his crisp, but I know you prefer yours softer. There’s an apron hanging next to the stove.”

  Lillian checked the bacon without donning the apron. She didn’t have her master’s permission to cover up and she didn’t want to do anything that would displease him further. Sipping on the orange juice Jean-Luc had set beside her, she was brooding over Brock’s absence and not paying attention when a sudden spark from the pan landed on the plump side of her right breast. With a yelp, she jumped back, rubbing the slight burn.

  “What happened?” Jean-Luc rushed over, took one look at the burn and cursed. “Why the hell didn’t you put on the apron?”

  Lillian felt tears of frustration threaten as she answered honestly, “I didn’t have my master’s permission to cover up, Jean-Luc. You know the rules.”

  With another curse, Jean-Luc bellowed, “Brock! Get your sorry ass in here!”

  Brock came rushing in dressed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts and covered in sweat from his workout. “What the fuck is wrong?”

  Lillian wished for a hole to open up and swallow her when Jean-Luc pointed at her and snarled, “She is your responsibility and it is your duty to see to her needs. Now, because of your neglect, she has burned herself while helping me.”