Punishable Offenses

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  He stuffed his fingers deeper into her back door with unrelenting determination. This time, however, the pain turned wildly erotic. When her first “Oh, dear God yes!” came out of her mouth, he gave her bottom another firm crack of his hand.

  “What was that for!” she came back.

  “For doubting me in the first place. I win, again, Madeleine.”

  He continued on with the impaling hand, until his cock was hard and ready. Withdrawing his fingers from her rectum, he raised her ass and drew close behind her. Taking an ass cheek in each hand, he pulled them wide apart and began to inch his cock inside her backdoor with an ease she’d never felt before.

  “Oh, my!” he heard her gasp.

  “See what I mean? You just needed a little priming.”

  What seemed like flames from an enormous fire flashed before her closed eyes as Daniel settled into a steady and rhythmic fucking. She experienced no pain, while a feeling of profound submission covered her like a huge, warm blanket. She dove under the comforting mantle never wanting to surface again. He controlled her, owned her, enslaved her—her resistance broken. As the ass-fuck became more vigorous, she felt sensations arising from the base of her body, another kind of climax centered there began to grow in strength. Her entire body was spasming when she felt his body tense up and his forceful hands clutch her cheeks even harder. Then his ‘Fuuuuuck-meeeeee!’ lifted into the air and he shot his load inside her ass.

  “Yesyesyesyesyesssssssssssssssssssssss,” she heard herself repeating until it seemed she passed out.

  Madeleine woke and Daniel was gone—not far away, but no longer inside her ass. She remained crouched on the bed, while he lay flat on his back with a limp cock and his eyes closed. When she fell to her side, they opened on her.

  “Did I do okay?” her small voice asked.

  He reached up and gently grabbed her head, threading his fingers through her mass of unruly hair.

  “You were far more than ‘okay’,” he smiled. “In fact, you passed your first lesson in submission.”

  “My first lesson in submission. I’ve been submitting to you for weeks!”

  “No, you haven’t,” he disagreed—without being disagreeable. “You’ve done exactly what you wanted for the last few months. Obviously that changes now.”

  “I guess it does.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to do anything that might compromise you, Robbie or your marriage. I will not ask you to do anything that you aren’t perfectly capable of doing. You may surprise yourself. You’ll balk a few times; I expect that. But you’ll survive, and if I’m guessing right, you might find as much pleasure in what I ask of you as you’ve found today.”

  She looked back at him bashfully chagrinned. “It was kind of hot, wasn’t it?”

  He chuckled under his breath. “You do have a predilection for understatement, Maddy. But that’s no sin.”

  “So you had a good time?”

  “Probably the best sex I’ve had in a couple years. Just don’t go getting a big head about it.”

  She wondered when his last ‘best’ sex had been, and who with, but she wasn’t going to go there. She sank back into the comfort of the mattress, feeling every nerve in her body so full of life, as if a current of electricity had just passed through her. Just grazing her skin against the sheets, her body shuddered; even the air tasted erotic. The heat of the afternoon sun on her flesh made everything seem to fuse with the atoms dancing in the beams of light. And Daniel touching her—this was almost too much to take in. She was in another man’s bed having sex. There was so much to get used to.

  “I feel so bad!” she suddenly exclaimed, an almost thoughtless comment that Daniel quickly picked up on.

  “You are bad. That’s why you have to keep coming back so I can punish you. It’s a vicious cycle that will never end.”

  “You mean that?”

  “What do you think?”

  “I really don’t know.”

  “Give yourself some time. You will. You can’t expect yourself to have your life figured out in one afternoon.”

  “But that’s what I’d like. I’d like it all wrapped up neatly with a pretty little bow, right now.”

  “So that you have no misgivings, no guilt, no regrets? Well, that’s not going to happen. And that’s why I’ll keep punishing you. It’s a psychic thing, the way you’re hardwired, at least for now. Just don’t freak out when it gets nasty.”

  “When it gets nasty? Isn’t it nasty enough?”

  “I haven’t even started. And yes, you may take that as a serious threat.”

  “Are you trying to scare me?”

  “Have I?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. There’s nothing like being afraid to make one come alive. But I think we should stop for the day; I’m sure I’ve given you enough to think about for now.”

  He pulled her toward him and held her tight to his chest, kissing the top of her head and tenderly running his hand down her arm. When her eyes opened, she was staring across his chest to the far side of the bed where sat an old-fashioned alarm clock on the beside table.

  “Oh my God! I’ve got to go!” She pulled out of his arms and moved to her feet, looking frantically for her clothes. “I had no idea I’d been here so long.”

  He sat up and watched her hurried movements, seeing her angular features blending with the softness of her lush female form. Everything seemed perfect about her; many women were like that, apparently flawless, at least on the outside. Inside? They were a mass of confusion and sadness, fear, longing and unfulfilled dreams that came from too much fantasy—movies, books, TV, the Internet. Madeleine’s dilemmas were small compared to some, but enormous for her. Too bad women were so damn hard on themselves. They thought too much, wanted more than they could have and dreamed of things few men would ever consider. What Daniel had to consider was that he’d just spent the afternoon with his dream girl. He couldn’t have created one more beautiful or more appropriately flawed to suit his tastes. Falling in love had never been on his agenda, but he had strong suspicions that he was headed down that road. But who was he kidding? he had to laugh at himself. He’d known from those first prickly moments when Madeleine stumbled into his private reverie on the yacht that this woman was someone special.

  Before she left Daniel’s apartment, Madeleine stopped at his bedroom door with a question burning in her mind that wouldn’t wait for an entire week.

  “What about other women, Daniel?”

  “What about other women?”

  “I mean, will you still date?”

  He looked at her strangely. “What you mean is will I still have sex with other women?”

  She smiled, chagrinned by the obvious. “Well, will you?”

  “I don’t know. Today came a bit out of the blue. I had my hopes. But you’re a stubborn woman, as stubborn with your values as you are with your needs. We’ll just have to see where this leads.”

  “But I have given myself to you.”

  “Yes, you have. I know that. I’ll see you next Wednesday. Now you’d better scat.”

  Chapter Nine

  Madeleine crawled the floor of Daniel’s apartment, while he moved behind her with a cane in hand. Every time she faltered in his game, she earned another nasty cut across her ass. The ‘ouches’ and flinches came on fast, so too did her frustration.

  “I’m so tired of this!” she wailed at one point and she sat back on her haunches, defiantly refusing to play his pet a second longer. She hated the implications, even if they had her all fired up.

  “Then go sit in the corner,” he said. He pointed to the far corner of the room where he’d earlier laid a blanket. After giving the order, he sat down and waited for her to obey, carefully watching her every move.

  She refused to budge. This was fine fun for him, lousy for her.

  “So, you don’t like that order, huh?” He raised his brows with interest. “Then, how about you reach back and touch your pretty ass,” h
e finally said.

  She looked at him, questioningly

  “Go on, do it,” he spit out.

  Though hesitant, she reached back and touched the softness of her round behind.

  “Now squeeze it,” he continued.

  She reluctantly did that too, which to her great surprise sent a strange and intensely beautiful feeling of submission through her fuming body. If she did it enough, the feelings of pleasure might actually change her mood entirely. She was upset that he’d actually thought of this, but it didn’t take long before she realized that this was exactly what was happening.

  “Go on, squeeze it more, rub it until you just can’t stop.”

  She had no idea that something that simple would end up turning the tide of her resentment. He’d been right that first day when he said that there would be things she wouldn’t like. He’d just completed her first very dreadful caning and her ass was tender from the welts he’d left. But as she grudgingly obeyed his order and massaged her aching ass something inside her shifted. When she slipped her fingers into her anal crack and worked them deeper toward her sensitive labia, her entire lower regions began to seize up and small orgasms erupted deep within. She closed her eyes and began to groan as she erotically moved against the hardwood floor in front of him. She had no idea what an exhibition she was making of herself. She threw herself into the act, trying to forget what a hissy-fit she waged when she refused to be his pet for the afternoon—for some reason, the pet game was more demeaning than his other games.

  He’d said he was just exploring new sexual ground—a vast territory in her he claimed he owned. Considering the way she shamelessly submitted, he did indeed own her. After the initial missteps with the anal sex, that sex act had become the one thing that they could always fall back on to restore her most submissive feelings. When she desired an explanation of why her psyche worked this way, he dismissed the need for answers.

  “Just accept it, Maddy. It’s no big deal.”

  Now she was in the middle of a hundred angry comes, all from massaging her own ass. She would have thought Daniel would be pleased, but suddenly he sprung from his chair, moved in above her and he leaned down, pulling her up by the 3 inch stainless steel collar he’d made her wear. He dragged her to the corner in a brutal move that had her strangling for breath until he finally let go.

  He looked down at her sourly. “If you think I’m going to let you ignore a direct order, you’re kidding yourself. You’ll do the corner time whether you like it or not, pet. You have an hour to go before you leave for the day. Since I have work to do, you can spend it thinking about what you’ve learned.”

  She looked up remorsefully.

  But he lived up to his word. An hour later, he dismissed her so she could get dressed, then when she padded back to him he finally removed the collar.

  “Too bad you can’t wear it home,” he said.

  “Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, still pouting.

  She stood between his open thighs allowing him to hold her tight to his chest. His hands went directly to her ass, renewing the pain that lay dormant within them.

  “Ouch!” she vented under her breath.

  “Hurts?”

  “Yes. I mean it really does.”

  “There might be bruises, Maddy. You’ll need to be careful the next few days.”

  “As if that’s anything new,” she quipped. “But it shouldn’t be a problem; Robbie is so interested in writing this grant that I hardly see him at all. He’s cooped up in his office till nearly midnight every night. I have to bring a tray in and eat with him or I’d never see him. He’s working much too hard.”

  “I’m sure he is. But he has to pour all that energy into something and work seems to be it.”

  “I still love him, Daniel,” she said, feeling the heavy weight of that fact envelop her once again.

  “I know you do.”

  “But I love you more.” She’d never said this to him, but in the interests of honesty, which seemed to be very important in this relationship, she needed to say it now.

  She looked down seeing the love inside his forceful stare.

  “How about we save love for another day, Maddy?”

  “But why? I thought you wanted the truth. Unless my love is not returned.”

  “You know I love you, and you know I’m not going to say it as often as you’d like. But the fact is, I couldn’t do what I’m doing with you now if I didn’t love you. It’s the reason we’re taking such a risk in the first place.”

  They’d been seeing each other for three months of Wednesday afternoons, and this was the first time he’d made the admission in indisputable language.

  ***

  Two months later, Madeleine was forced to cancel her date with Daniel when Robbie sent her to a three day conference in Washington DC.

  “How about I join you?” Daniel asked. The offer was so unexpected, so out of the blue, that she was momentarily speechless.

  “Really?” The flutter of excitement that followed would set her off for the next few hours.

  “We’ll have three days together instead of a few hours. Maybe we’ll find we hate each other afterwards and we can save ourselves the trouble of going on.”

  “You really think I’m trouble?”

  He laughed. “Just bring some sexy clothes. There’s a place I’ll take you where you’ll want to look like the kinky slut you are.”

  “We have to be careful, Daniel,” she warned.

  “Yes, we do. But you let me worry about that. You either trust me or you don’t.”

  ***

  A wary Madeleine slid easily into one of DC’s most private clubs on the arm of Daniel Prothero. The only saving grace in this first truly public exposure of her kinky lust was the black eye mask that covered enough of her face so that her identity was lost in what was left exposed. Her long dark hair was pulled back off her face, her lips where painted bright red and around her throat was the tall stainless steel collar that Daniel presented to her some weeks before—crucial to her pet training. It would be appropriate for the night ahead.

  The rest of her clothes consisted of a lace corset that plumped her breasts high and left her hard pink nipples showing just above. The shape of the corset below was intended to call attention to her shaved pussy and her clit, to which Daniel had clamped a tight ring that dangled down from between her sex lips. When she’d first objected to the daring costume and the snug-fitting ring, he threatened to pierce her. “I really should,” he said, sounding serious. She listened to him ramble on for several minutes about her place as his submissive, and how tattoos and piercings were good reminders for bad subbies when they forgot who was in charge of their lives.

  “I won’t forget, I promise,” she rushed in to make him stop the rant.

  He laughed as if the whole idea was just a joke. She could never be sure with Daniel calling the shots when she should take him at his word and when she could assume that he was just messing with her mind. She learned to assume nothing.

  In addition to the corset, the collar, the clamp and the mask, she wore tight fitting high-heel boots that locked around her legs. There were matching stainless steel cuffs for her wrists that seemed predictable considering the rest of her attire, but when he forced her arms behind her back and locked the cuffs together, she looked up at him in shock.

  “How is this supposed to work?” Her pretty face was screwed up in a worried grimace.

  “Would you just let me handle it,” he said, annoyed again. He gave her ass a good hard whack, which only heaped more on to fuel her rising emotions.

  Her final piece of clothing was a simple black cloak that covered her body from above the collar to just below her ass and pussy. The cloak would make her presentable in public, he informed her. He seemed to imply that if she didn’t behave herself, he might make her go without it. Even with the cloak on, she’d have to walk carefully and hope that a sudden gust of wind didn’t blow it open or there would be a hell of a
lot of her exposed to whoever might be around to see.

  With her finally dressed, they took the elevator to the hotel lobby, which, thankfully, was almost empty, just a few guests milling around to see the woman in the strange get-up. When they moved out to the sidewalk, she was met with the same curious attention, although given the curious costume it was logical to assume that they were going to a masked ball. From there, she was safely tucked into the back seat of a taxi and Daniel slipped in beside her, giving the driver the address of a private gentleman’s club. The driver knew right where it was, and when the taxi pulled up to the club’s main entrance, they were just a few feet from the heavy metal door. Still no embarrassing public exposure. Although once they moved inside, Daniel whisked the cloak away and what scant protection it provided instantly vanished.

  A treacherous journey up a steep flight of narrow stairs brought them into the cozy ambience of a men’s club where Madeleine found herself attired in much the same way as the dozen other females in the room. The men wore suits and tuxedos, a few like Daniel dressed in more casual slacks and sweaters. All were milling about in a cheerful environment while scantily clad women served cocktails and other women were being inspected in rather crude ways by the club’s male members. Madeleine looked on in horror wondering if that would soon be her.

  The air was electric with an undercurrent of sexual anticipation, while the strange atmosphere brought sights to Maddy’s eyes that stirred her roused body in new ways. As Daniel led her through the crowd, she tried to take it all in, but found that difficult. The mask seemed to distance herself from the others; and though she felt objectified and demeaned, there were many admiring glances coming her way, even though the admiring eyes were focused on her breasts, her pussy and her ass, not her half-hidden face.

  The noise in the club was strange too. For a time she couldn’t make out what disturbed her so. There was the usual conversation, laughter rising up here and there, even a taunting comment directed at one of the women, and music, which was subtle and intended to blend into the atmosphere. A slow and lazy Jazz, she decided. What she could not quite grasp were odd and intermittent noises coming from somewhere beyond the club’s main room.