My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  Brock grabbed her buttocks while his lips latched onto a turgid nipple as he slammed her down, embedding himself completely in her tight, still convulsing sheath. Lillian wrapped her arms around his head, holding his mouth to her breast as he suckled her tits and thrust up into her. She rode him with wild abandon, gasping with renewed pleasure.

  Brock worshipped her nipples with lips, teeth and tongue before kissing the fleshy mounds, her neck, ear and cheek, then moved back down to cover the same territory as she gripped him tightly. He came with a volcanic explosion and as she joined him, her cunt clenching his dick in orgasmic release, he muffled his groan in her breasts.

  Brock looked up from her breasts to see Jean-Luc glaring angrily at him from the doorway. Wondering both what he was doing here on a Sunday and what had him so pissed, he gingerly lifted a very sated Lil off his lap. “Take a swim, pet. It looks like Jean-Luc needs to have a word with me.”

  Lillian looked over at the chef, not abashed in the least at having been seen fucking outside. Giving him a little wave, she climbed off Brock’s lap and waded into the cool refreshing water of the pool

  “What’s got you so riled?” Brock demanded as he entered the cool interior of the house and slipped his shorts back on.

  “You didn’t kiss her, not once.” Jean-Luc glared at him with a knowing look.

  Raising a dark eyebrow, Brock folded his arms across his bare chest and glared back at him. “So?”

  “You’re holding back, on purpose. It’s not right. She deserves better.”

  “She deserves the fantasy she asked for and is paying for, nothing else. I outlined the details of her contract and nowhere in there did I say I would kiss her mouth. What are you doing here anyway? It’s your day off. I thought you would be with your own woman.”

  “I was on my way. I thought I’d drop some of the leftovers from the club off for you and Lillian’s dinner tonight.”

  Brock’s irritation lessened at his thoughtfulness. “Thanks, Jean-Luc. I appreciate it.”

  Both men moved into the kitchen by silent agreement. Brock grabbed two beers from the fridge, handing Jean-Luc one. “You’re really taken with her, aren’t you?” he asked before taking a long swallow of the cold brew.

  “I’m taken with the look I see on your face when you’re looking at her when you don’t think anyone else is. She makes you happy. You want her and more than for a few weeks just fulfilling a fantasy.”

  “Yeah, well you may be right, but that’s the hell of it. A few weeks is all we’ve got, and I have to keep something of myself from her. I’ve been burned too many times. You know that.”

  “I do know, but she isn’t either of your former live-in subs. Quit blaming her for their inability to give you what you want.”

  “You and I both know nothing lasts forever.”

  Sadness filled Jean-Luc’s grey eyes. “No, nothing does. But if we spend all our effort mourning the past, then the future passes us right by.”

  Brock knew he was referring to his fairly new relationship with Allison and how they had both fought it for too long. Heaving a sigh of regret, he downed his beer, then said, “I’m not you, Jean-Luc, but I promise I’m treating her better than I was and consequently we’re both enjoying this fantasy more. That’s all I can give you. Thanks for the dinner. Tell mom hi.”

  Lillian left work at lunch time a few days later and returned to Brock’s with a headache. Hoping she could get rid of it by that evening by laying down for awhile, she stripped, grabbed her clothes and made her way upstairs. Lost in her thoughts and misery, she didn’t notice the woman with the feather duster in Brock’s room until she had dropped her clothes on the floor, her main focus on lying down.

  Startled, she quickly grabbed her dress and held it in front of her. “Who’re you?” she demanded a little more sharply than she had intended.

  The woman smiled ruefully and shook her head. “I take it Mr. Matthews didn’t mention that I’d be here Wednesdays cleaning?”

  Feeling foolish, Lillian shook her head. “Sorry. I’m usually not here during the day, so he probably didn’t think to tell me,” she replied, making excuses. The truth was, Brock told her nothing about himself or the people that came and went around here. Thus far, she had learned everything she knew about him from outside sources. “I came home early because of a headache. I can go rest in the guestroom so you can finish your work.” She wondered what the woman thought of her parading around naked and then decided she didn’t really care what she thought. She just wanted to get rid of this damn nagging pain.

  “Nonsense. I’m about done here. My name’s MaryAnn. You must be Lillian.” MaryAnn held out her hand in greeting.

  Lillian took her hand smiling ruefully. “Why is it that everyone knows me but I’ve never heard of them?”

  MaryAnn laughed knowingly. “He’s very closed mouth, our Mr. Matthews. However, if it wasn’t for him I don’t know what would have happened to me or my two children. I owe him a debt I can never repay.”

  Lillian’s headache suddenly didn’t bother her nearly as much as her curiosity. “Tell me,” she said, sitting down in a chair, still holding the dress against her.

  MaryAnn continued dusting as she spoke. “My husband was an alcoholic, but despite that flaw, he was a caring, loving man. Unfortunately, when he was in one of his black depressions, he turned to drink instead of me, usually shutting me and the kids out until he got over whatever had sent him into that downhill spiral.” Tears filled her brown eyes as she remembered the man she loved but couldn’t seem to help. “That’s no excuse, however, for him picking up our six year old son from school when he was drunk and wrapping the car around a tree on the way home.”

  “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry,” Lillian exclaimed, eyeing the other woman with sympathy.

  “Thank you. The accident left my husband dead and our son with a broken back. Our health insurance was through his work, so after the grace period and after Robbie was dismissed from the hospital, they dropped us. So, here I was with two children, one disabled, no job, no insurance. I answered an ad in the paper for a cleaning service for a large facility, which turned out to be Mr. Matthews’s club. I was up front with him right away when I went to interview.” She smiled as if that interview was a precious memory. “I told him I was a hard worker but had no experience. Since I was prepared to beg, I said I was desperate and told him briefly my circumstances. After explaining in somewhat vivid detail what went on at his club, he simply said the job’s yours if you want it. He named a ridiculous salary for the position which included free health insurance for me and the kids.”

  First Lillian had learned of Brock’s generosity was when she had met Michelle at the spa and she had indicated he was responsible for getting her off the streets ad setting her up in a legitimate business and now she hears MaryAnn’s story and she asks herself, is it any wonder she fell in love with him at first sight?

  “So, you see dear, I know all about his preferences which means you can quit hiding behind your dress. I’m not offended nor am I judgmental. He’s a good man and my family has everything they need. That’s all I care about.”

  “Thank you, MaryAnn.” Lillian dropped the dress and climbed into bed as she left the room. She fell asleep dreaming of a knight in shining armor who wielded a heavy black belt with such stimulating expertise.

  “I have a present for you, pet,” Brock said, delighting in the way her bright blue eyes lit up with curious pleasure. He had missed her last night at the club, but when she called and told him she wasn’t feeling well, he had insisted she stay home and rest. Today he had surprised her by taking her to lunch and then announcing that they would both be staying home that evening instead of going in to the club.

  “What is it, master?”

  “I’ll show you in a minute. Fetch your cuffs, both the wrists and the ankles.” He watched her ass jiggle and sway as she flounced over to the cabinet to do his bidding. As much as he enjoyed the sight, that part of her delecta
ble anatomy wasn’t his main objective this evening.

  Lil returned and laid the cuffs on the bed before turning to him. “Lift your breasts for me, pet.”

  Lil cupped her breasts, holding them up and watched as he slowly lowered his head and sucked her left nipple into a tight hard bud. When he released her, he slipped a gold loop over the pointed tip and snapped it tight. Lil squealed and jumped with the sudden pain.

  “Take a deep breath, pet. The pan will pass shortly.” Without waiting, he proceeded to suck the other nipple into a tight point and clamp another ring around it, leaving the chain attached to both dangling between her breasts. “Okay?”

  Lillian simply nodded while biting her lip against the pain. But he had been right. Within moments the pain had eased and her nipples now throbbed with aching numbness that she felt all the way in her pussy.

  “May I take your cock out, master?”

  “Not yet. Lie down, hands above you.”

  Lil complied lifting her arms and allowing him to stretch her tautly as he attached the cuffs to the top bar. The stretch was uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind, especially after he tucked a pillow behind her. He cuffed her ankles next, but left her legs free for the time being.

  “Lift up,” he instructed before sliding another pillow beneath her hips, elevating her pussy, putting it on display. “Perfect.” Running his hand over the bare folds of her cunt, he smiled at her before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a small object. One hand laid over her cunt while he held up the object with the other. “Do you know what this is?”

  “No, master.” Made of thin flexible bamboo, about three inches long and an inch wide, she had never seen anything like it.

  “It’s a pussy whip and I’m going to use it on my pussy.”

  “Will it hurt?” she asked warily. He hadn’t done anything yet that she hadn’t accepted eagerly and that they both hadn’t found pleasure in, but that small object made her flinch.

  Brock smiled. “I suspect so as that is the purpose.”

  “And that will please you?”

  “Immensely, and I think you also. You like it when I smack your cunt with my hand. This is the same, only more intense.”

  Lil relaxed against the pillow and let her bent knees fall open. Her cunt was lewdly displayed, raised up on the pillow, the main object of Brock’s focus.

  “I’ll warm you up with my hand first. Will that help?”

  Lil just nodded, marveling again over how he always looked to her needs even while planning to torment her. His hand landed hard on her exposed flesh, the crack sounding loud in the room. Her hips lifted involuntarily for another smack while her cunt gushed wetly. Brock’s chuckle embarrassed her but didn’t prevent her from accepting the next smack with enthusiasm as well as the next three.

  Before she had time to acknowledge the switch, he applied the small whip to her pink, tender flesh lightly. Her gasp was music to his ears as he swatted her again, aiming for the plump folds. Three more times he smacked her with the whip, adding a little more force with each one. The bamboo hitting her bare flesh echoed loudly but didn’t drown out her small whimpers. Pausing, he glanced at her red face, a light sheen of sweat coated her face and dampened her hair. She was stunning, and, for now, all his.

  “Look, Lil. Look at how pretty and red and swollen my pussy is.” Inserting a finger deep into her vagina, he swirled it around before withdrawing it slowly. “And look how wet you are, how excited that made you.” Reaching up, he held his digit in front of her mouth. “Suck it.”

  Lil took his finger in her mouth and licked it clean of her juices, unable to deny the proof of her desire. But more than the erotic pain of the pussy whipping was the proof of his excitement pressing against his jeans, of his pleasure in administering it.

  Brock saw her eyes go to his crotch and as she continued to suck his finger, he undid his jeans and pulled his engorged cock free. Wrapping his other hand around his erection, he said, “See what whipping you does to me, Lil? I love turning your ass and your pussy red, hearing your cries of pain and pleasure, seeing the wet proof of your desire. But, we’re not done.”

  Lil’s eyes widened as he pulled his finger from her mouth and discarded his pants, leaving himself bare. Kneeling beside her splayed thighs again, he ran his hand over her still red cunt, feeling the heat from her whipping, spreading her puffy lips open to reveal her aching clit.

  “Look, pet. See how red and swollen your clit is, how it aches for release?”

  Lil looked down at her crudely exposed clit. It indeed was in need of attention exposing her dire need of an orgasm.

  “I’m going to give you five more swats, this time on your clit. I want you to come for me, Lil. Will you do that for me?”

  Lil cringed at the thought of that little whip landing directly on her clit, but if it would please him, she knew she would do it. “Yes, master, if you wish.”

  “I do. Now, pet,” he ordered harshly as he tapped her clit lightly at first and then a little harder.

  Lil cried out, the pain immense, but followed quickly by body consuming pleasure. She exploded on the third smack, her hips lifting, begging for another stroke as he held her cunt spread wide and applied the whip unerringly to her clit again. By the fifth stroke, she was weeping, shaking, her arms pulling against her restraints as she allowed the pain to lead her into explosive bliss. When Brock’s hand covered her still pulsing cunt, she ground against his palm, feeling safe and comforted as he held her cupped in his hand while she calmed down, and when he ran his lips over her reddened, abused flesh, his tongue soothing the pain, she felt cherished.

  Brock worshipped her cunt with his mouth, burying his face between her legs and feasting on her warm, damp folds, his tongue stroking her inner clinging flesh until she came again, filling his mouth with her release. After licking his lips, he grabbed her ankles and drew them up, attaching them to the headboard and leaving her bound completely spread eagle.

  The position was crude and uncomfortable, but Lillian didn’t care as he thrust his cock into her sore pussy and proceeded to fuck her into another orgasm. The only thing that could have made it better was if he had taken her ass instead. He hadn’t fucked her there in a week and she missed it, him, invading that tight orifice. Her need was so great, she found herself asking for it before she realized hat she was doing.

  “Master?” She panted against his neck as she was still clenching around his pistoning cock.

  Brock slowed his thrusts to look down at her. “What do you want, pet?” he asked, seeing the need in her face but not knowing for what.

  “You haven’t taken my ass in a while,” she blurted, blushing, before she could lose her nerve.

  Her words not only surprised him, but turned his cock harder, needier and it was all he could do to hold off his climax while he slipped slowly from her tight, clinging sheath. “You’re so fucking right, pet.” He prayed the slick juices coating his cock from her pussy were enough lube for her, because he couldn’t bear to take the time to grab the lube. In one smooth move, he left her pussy and slid into her ass, her elevated hips and spread legs making the transition easy.

  Lillian moaned as he took her ass with one stroke. “Yes, Master,” she whimpered as she felt again the pleasure of being taken there, of having her rectum filled with his hard, wide cock.

  “Dammit, Lil,” Brock cursed as her sigh of acceptance and pleasure egged him on. Thrusting hard, unable to temper his strokes, he pounded into her. Just before he exploded, he removed the clamps from her swollen nipples, her cry of release setting off his own. He filled her rectum with his seed, coming so hard, so fast he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to come down from the ecstasy.

  When he finally came to his senses, he reached up and released her ankles and wrists and simple drew her shuddering, damp body against him and held tight.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lillian was basking in the pleasure of finally being allowed to cater to Brock’s every need as she d
esired. Over the next few days he had smiled more and treated her more as a pampered pet than a possession he took out once in awhile, used and then set aside. For years she had suppressed her desire to give herself totally to a man thinking there was no way it could be as fulfilling as her imagination led her to believe. In this day and age it was unheard of for a woman to meekly obey a man in all things and spend her days catering to him. Her fantasy had always taken that idea a step further, had also involved submitting to a man totally, allowing him to dictate every aspect of her life while she lived just to please him, drew her pleasure from being the source of his. She had always kept her desire to herself thinking it was abnormal and that she would be ridiculed or advised to seek professional help.

  She had gone to Brock’s club that first night with the intention of exploring the sub/dom lifestyle in a more personal way than just through the internet, maybe trying out a few of its pleasures after getting up her nerve and finding someone she wanted to give up control to. But her first glance at Brock had sealed her fate. His cold eyes and lonely air called her inexorably towards him. His slow, deep voice with its inherent command filled a need within her that she could no longer deny.

  Now, with each passing day, she was falling deeper and deeper in love with her master, craving his pleasure, dominance and seed as an addict did his drug. She figured she had the best of two worlds. At work she was a confident, successful business woman doing what she loved and was in control of her own career. At home, she had no worries and no decisions to make. She simply did as she was instructed, lived to please her master and thus gaining her own pleasure. The question now remained would this end next week or would her dream come true and her master request to own her permanently, without a contract or end date to worry about. As to that end, she still had no idea if Brock was simply fulfilling her fantasy, or if he too desired a more permanent relationship. Last night had marked the end of their third week together and it was hard for her not to let the prospect of this coming week being her last with her master keep her from enjoying every moment to its fullest.