My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  Chapter Twelve

  Lillian rushed into the house at seven thirty Tuesday evening, thinking about her successful meeting, and quickly began stripping when Brock’s angry voice startled her out of her thoughts.

  “Where the fuck have you been?”

  Lillian whirled around to face him as he stood in the doorway that led into the dining area, glowering at her. “I’m sorry I’m late, Master,” she panted as she finished slipping her clothes off before approaching him. “My meeting went longer than I expected and then there was a tie-up on the highway that had traffic backed up for miles.”

  “You have a phone.”

  Lillian stopped before him and looking into his cold eyes, she realized just how angry he was. “I know, I’m sorry. I left my charger here and my phone’s been dead since noon.”

  Brock grabbed her arm and dragged her over to one of the dining room chairs. Knowing he was being unreasonable and not caring, he sat down and hauled her across his lap. “Do you have any fucking idea how worried I’ve been?” He smacked her right buttock as hard as he could and then her left. His hand print in bright red on her cheeks only spurred him on. When she lifted her head and attempted to apologize again, he just shoved her back down and continued spanking rounded bottom. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. Understand?” His hand landed heavily in the middle of her ass, emphasizing his demand.

  Lillian simply nodded her head, accepting her punishment as her due, feeling awful about upsetting him, yet couldn’t help but be happy about this first outward show of caring from him. His worry over her gave her hope that she meant more to him than just another fantasy to fulfill, that maybe there was a chance he would ask her to stay at the end of the week. Her eyes filled with tears though, as she distressed over being the one to displease him as well as the pain and humiliation of her spanking. This was the first time she received no pleasure from being whipped and the pain enveloping her backside was almost unbearable. His arm rose and fell at a rapid rate, his hand landing with a resounding smack with each stroke.

  It was at least a good fifteen minutes before he stopped smacking her, but her relief was short lived when he said coldly, “My hand hurts, but I’m not nearly done with you.” Shoving her off his lap, he glared up at her tear streaked, remorseful face. “Go get your paddle and be damn quick about it.”

  Brock watched her scurry off, her red ass jiggling as she bounded up the stairs. In truth he was more upset with himself than with her. They had stayed home from the club this week so he could have her to himself before she left, but as she sat curled at his feet every evening, sucking his cock, it had only reaffirmed how much he was going to miss her. He knew she wanted him to ask her to stay, and that she would, but for how long? And if he did, just how much harder would it be to give her up after another month or two, when she finally tired of the lifestyle, tired of being owned by him and wanting a more conventional lifestyle? One in which he might try having with her out of desperation to keep her longer, even knowing that that kind of lifestyle held no appeal, no future for him.

  As she returned to him and he grabbed the paddle and pulled her across his lap once more, he berated himself for giving in to her fantasy, for falling so fast and so hard for her that now her departure in a few days was going to break his heart. He smacked her ass with the paddle, the red hue turning redder as she gasped in pain but didn’t fight him as he continued to mete out her punishment.

  “I’m going to make sure you can’t sit tomorrow, Lil, so you’ll be more thoughtful the next time.”

  The slap of the paddle on her bare flesh drowned out her whimpered, “Yes, Master.” Lillian had to grab hold of the chairs legs to keep from reaching behind her in an attempt to shield her tender flesh from another smack. The paddle hurt horribly, especially following such a vigorous hand spanking. By the time he had finished applying the paddle thoroughly to her buttocks and thighs, her cheeks were throbbing, felt hot and swollen, and she knew he had succeeded in making sure she would spend the day uncomfortable tomorrow.

  Brock set the paddle on the table and lifted her without offering her the comfort of his soothing hand rubbing her abused flesh. Standing, he pointed to the stairs. “Even though I saved dinner for you, you’ll go to bed without it. Now.”

  Lillian nodded and went upstairs alone. Even though it was barely eight o’clock, she got into bed. When she heard the front door slam, she knew he had left and she had never felt so miserable. It never entered her mind that she could simply get up, go get her own dinner and do as she pleased until she heard him return. She deserved her punishment and had no desire to disobey him. Instead she cried herself to sleep, remorse for upsetting him settling heavily on her.

  Brock returned several hours later, undressed in the dark and slid into bed next to Lillian, unable to resist pulling her back against him until her still warm buttocks nestled into his crotch. Her deep sigh of content coupled with her soft body and the evidence of tears on her cheeks proved to be too much for his resolve. Silently, he slid his stiff penis into her cunt from behind, not surprised to find her warm, wet and welcoming. She sighed again, pushing against him as he moved inside her with slow steady strokes.

  What the hell was it about her he thought morosely, that had him constantly hard, constantly thinking about her, needing her so much? But as her pussy creamed further and her nipples tightened under his exploring fingers, he quit trying to sort it out and simply gave himself up to the pleasure of fucking her. His cock quickly took over his brain and soon he was driving into her with hard, fast thrusts that had her walls clenching around him, sucking him in, trying to hold on to him. They came simultaneously, her soft cry and his low groan combined with their heavy breathing the only sounds in the otherwise quiet darkness. When he discovered he was still hard, even after that powerful climax, it was an easy matter to slip from her clinging sheath, move his hand from her breast to her buttock to spread her open so he could slide easily into her anus.

  Once imbedded in her ass, he simply held himself still, enjoying the snug fit of her rectum and relishing her soft sigh as she simply murmured, “Yes,” in easy acceptance.

  His hand on her buttock softly kneaded that plumb flesh then clamped tightly on her hip when she attempted to move against him.

  Knowing she wanted it hard, he deliberately held her hip tightly so she couldn’t move, his thumb keeping her buttock spread as he slowly pulled back until just the head of his engorged cock was inside her, then just as slowly pushed back in. Usually he was so turned on when he took a woman’s ass he fucked her with fast hard strokes, but since he had already come, he was in no hurry to spill his seed again too quickly and was surprised at how much he was enjoying this slower, more meticulous ass fuck.

  Lillian shuddered against him, her breath quickening as he continued his slow assault of her ass, but she docilely obeyed his silent command to lie still and allow him to do as he pleased. Soon, the pleasure of this slower, seemingly more intimate fuck encompassed her. It felt as if he was making love to her ass, his slow withdrawals followed by even slower thrusts made her feel warm all over. She had no desire to come, no desire to feel any stimulation to her clit to get her off. His heavy breathing on her neck, his hard hand holding her steady for his possession and the feeling of being completely filled by him were all she craved. That and his pleasure.

  For almost thirty minutes he worked her ass and when he finally gave her his seed, his thrusts increasing in strength and speed until he spewed deep inside her, she had reached a plateau of completeness she had never experienced before.

  Brock was feeling much the same but with a different acceptance. After that earth shattering experience, he knew now what he had to do, and he knew it was going to sever all ties with her irrevocably. When he attempted to pull completely out of her, she reached behind him, urging him to stay. He could no more resist her silent plea than he could stop himself from turning her loose. His cock stayed hard enough to remain just inside her rect
um as they fell asleep and it was with great reluctance that he finally pulled out of her a few hours later and left her alone in the early morning.

  Lillian was just rousing when a knock on the door woke her completely. Glancing around the room, she saw no sign of Brock. “Come in,” she called sitting up, not bothering to pull the covers over her breasts.

  “Good morning, ma petite,” Jean-Luc greeted her with a smile that did nothing to hide the worry in his eyes. “Brock asked me to bring you breakfast.”

  Jean-Luc settled a small tray table across her lap laden with food. Lillian’s surprise at Brock’s request was quickly tempered by the mouth watering aroma of a huge omelet that oozed with cheese, bacon and onions. Fresh muffins and coffee accompanied it and for once she knew she could finish a meal he had fixed, mainly due to her missed dinner the previous night.

  “Thank you, Jean-Luc.” Even though she wanted to, she refrained from asking Brock’s whereabouts. It was obvious he wasn’t joining her and she tried not to fret over the reason why. “I missed diner last night and this looks wonderful.”

  “You’re welcome, dear.” Jean-Luc’s eyes caressed her sleep flushed face and bare breasts with fondness, wondering himself at Brock’s surly mood that morning. They only had a few days left with Lillian. He hoped Brock didn’t make them all miserable with his brooding. “Just bring the tray to the kitchen on your way out, will you? Brock said to tell you he’d see you here this evening after work.” At her crestfallen look, he added, “He had some things to see to first thing this morning.” He had no idea if that was true, but he couldn’t stand to see her look so uncertain.

  “I’ll eat and get going myself, then,” Lillian replied with false cheer, wondering why Brock couldn’t have waited until she left for the day like he always did.

  Lillian had trouble concentrating all day as the hours passed slowly. She had missed being bathed by Brock this morning, and bathing him in return. She had missed even more the feel of his belt on her ass, even though she was still tender from the previous evenings spanking, and the feel of his cock moving hard and fast inside of her before she left for the day. She was a pathetic mess, she thought ruefully, and by the time five o’clock rolled around and he still hadn’t made his usual call to her, she felt as if he had deserted her. Just like everything else, she had gotten used to him calling her at her office, usually by late morning or early afternoon, right before he left to go into the club. His silence today was deafening and she left her office worried about what she would find when she reached his home.

  Much to her relief, Brock was there and greeted her warmly even though his eyes seemed coolly indifferent as he watched her strip in the entryway. “I missed you today, Master,” she ventured as she stepped up to him, her clothes clutched tightly.

  “Did you, pet?” Brock reached out and fondled her left breast before pinching her nipple, hard. “I’ll let you show me how much later. Put your things away while I freshen my drink, then we’ll eat.”

  Lillian met him in the kitchen and, as on previous nights, set out the dinner Jean-Luc had prepared for them before kneeling on her mat by his chair. His silence at the table distressed her to the point she couldn’t eat and she simply nodded her head when he tried to give her more. “I’m not very hungry.”

  His brows drew together in a frown as he looked down at her. “Did you have a big lunch?”

  For the first time, Lillian didn’t tell him the whole truth, not wanting to argue. “Yes, so please, no more.”

  When he simply nodded and returned to his meal and the evening paper, she sighed in disappointment. The last few nights, when they had dined at home, he had talked to her through dinner, telling her about his day, asking about hers. Tonight it seemed as if he had something on his mind, and it either wasn’t her or she had done something to displease him, and she desperately needed to know if she was the reason for his reticence.

  “Master? Have I displeased you?” she asked, holding her breath for his answer.

  Again Brock looked down at her, his brow lowered as if he was contemplating both her and his answer. With a deep sigh, he pushed away from the table ad held his hand out to her. Kissing her on the cheek, he simply replied, “Clean up the kitchen, pet, then join me in the den. You can suck my cock while I watch a new movie I picked up today.”

  Lillian quickly cleaned up their dinner dishes, disappointed he hadn’t answered her question, but eager to please him, to have his cock in her mouth again. He had already started the movie when she knelt between his spread legs, his hard cock fisted in his hand. Without a word or a look, he grabbed her head and fed her his cock before releasing her to take care of him on her own.

  Lillian wrapped her arms around his waist as she went down on him, eager to make amends for whatever had made him unhappy. She tried taking her time, sucking him slowly, using her tongue to explore every inch of his length and width, but he was either very horny or she was very good because in less than ten minutes, he was holding her head and thrusting into her mouth with hard jerks. His come filled her throat and she savored every drop. After she had licked him clean, she was relieved when he released her, allowing her to continue to suckle his now semi-erect cock.

  Laying her head on his lap, she relaxed as she simply held him in her mouth, moving her lips and tongue slowly, softly over him, conveying to him the depth of her feelings the only way she could. When he leaned his head back and sighed in contentment, his hand moving to caress her head in the manner she so loved, she felt a spark of hope that all would be well now.

  Brock glanced at the clock and then back down at Lillian. He only had a few more minutes to enjoy her. He had exploded in her mouth nearly an hour ago and since then she had been silently content to lay with her head in his lap, his cock or balls in her mouth. He had never known how good it could feel to have his cock catered to as she was wont to do after swallowing his come. Most women were glad to have finished him off and move on to something else, namely their own pleasure, which was natural. But his pet was more interested in spending her time with her face in his crotch, her tongue and lips wrapped around him, or simply holding him in her damp mouth while she suckled him softly. It took all his willpower not to stiffen completely again, but thoughts of what he was about to do were enough to keep him from becoming fully erect.

  Lillian’s hands were unconsciously caressing his belt, much the same way he was caressing her head and soft hair. She loved that belt and what he did with it. He had missed their morning routine on purpose, but it was time to make up for that neglect now. Greg and Nathan would arrive at any moment and he would have to be prepared.

  Lillian was pulled away from Brock’s cock with a jerk of her hair and hauled to her feet unceremoniously. Startled, she looked up into his cold, dark eyes and felt her heart sink.

  “Go get your collar, leash and cuffs and be quick about it.”

  Lillian nodded and scrambled to do his bidding. Handing him the items one at a time, Brock had just attached the collar, leash and cuffs when two men came in the front door. She recognized Greg as the man Brock had given her ass to last Sunday, the other man she didn’t recognize. A yank on her leash drew her eyes back to her master.

  “On your knees, face to the floor, hands behind you and ass on display.”

  Lillian obeyed quickly, not wanting to displease him. Brock snapped her wrist cuffs together behind her before handing her leash to Greg and then removing his belt. Her heart beat rapidly in both fear and excitement as she watched him fold it over, raise his arm high and then bring it down forcefully across her buttocks. She couldn’t help but cry out, the initial shock of that first swat never failing to startle her.

  Lillian kept her eyes on Brock, ignoring the other two men, as he whipped her ass repeatedly with slow, measured strokes until he had covered every inch of her tender flesh. She would have enjoyed the whipping as she had the previous ones if he looked as if he was enjoying it. But his face was closed with that cool indifference he had s
hown her earlier, making her fret over his obvious displeasure.

  By the time he slowly returned the belt to his waist, her buttocks were a flaming mass of pain, swollen and hot. She trembled slightly as he reached down to lift her up before taking her leash from Greg. Without looking at her tear streaked face or haunted eyes, he led her upstairs, his two guests following behind her. When Brock passed his room and led her into one of the guest rooms, she really began to worry. If he wanted to share her with his friends, she thought he would do it downstairs or his room where they could be more comfortable. She couldn’t figure out why he had chosen a guest room.

  “There’re attachments on the posts, if you want to restrain her,” he said to the two men before handing her leash over to Greg. “Remember my rules. She’s all yours.”

  Lillian knew her shock and sense of betrayal was clearly reflected on her face when he turned to her and looked at her with eyes reflecting a storm of roiling emotions. He said nothing, however, before simply turning away and heading towards the door.

  Disbelief and pain were reflected in her voice as she whispered, “Master?”

  Brock closed his eyes briefly against her pain before turning to face her. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll be back to get you when they’re done. I want to finish my movie.”

  And just like that, Lillian knew the fantasy was at an end. Her dream come true had turned into her worst nightmare and she had no one to blame but herself. She thought she had made it abundantly clear that everything she did, her every pleasure came from giving him his. She knew he hadn’t wanted to see to her fantasy himself and had only agreed because she had worded it so he couldn’t get out of it. She also knew these past few weeks had been just part of his job, but she had dared to hope, especially in the last few days, that he might want to continue their relationship without a deadline, to at least see if they had a future together. How could she have been so wrong? For the first time since she had first appeared naked on his stage in front of a room full of strangers, she felt ashamed of her nudity, embarrassed by her need to give up everything for his pleasure only to have it thrown back in her face.