“Positive.”
“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”
I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.
“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.
“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.
“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”
“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.
But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.
Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.
Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.
“Is that all you got?” she said.
“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”
“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”
“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.
She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.
“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.
“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.
“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”
I slapped her again.
This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.
“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”
I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.
“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”
I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.
“Harder,” she said.
I obliged.
“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.
So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.
“Harder!” she screamed.
I slapped her yet again.
And again.
And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.
But Jamie was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.
My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.
“On your knees,” I said.
She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.
We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Jamie and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.
“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Jamie replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”
She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”
“Since when is tonight about what I want?”
“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”
She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”
“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”
“I guess you will,” she said.
Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.
“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.
“I guess I could do that much,” Jamie said. She opened her mouth.
“Tongue out,” I said.
She did as she was told without comment for once.
I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”
As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.
Using Jamie’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.
Caught by surprise, Jamie was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.
“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”
I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.
Seeing Jamie in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.
Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”
She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.
30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Jamie for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.
Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.
“Hold them there,” I said.
Jamie grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.
Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them.
Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.
I grabbed Jamie’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.
Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Jamie’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.
I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Jamie had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.
Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.
I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Jamie groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.
“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.
“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.
She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.
“That’s better,” I said.
“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.
Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.
“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”
Jamie nodded.
I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.
“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”
“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.
I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.
She held tight.
I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.
She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.
“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”
So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Jamie on just as much as a good finger-banging.
I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.
I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Jamie to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.
There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.
While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.
I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Jamie gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.
“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”
Jamie didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.
“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”
“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.
“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.
I laughed softly. Jamie certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.
“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.
Jamie’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.
Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.
Jamie’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.
Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.
I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.
She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.
“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?�
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“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.
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