She Likes It Rough

by Lisa Reid

  Isabella gulped hard and looked up; her face was reddened from crying. She contorted her hands restlessly in her lap, meeting her stepdad’s eyes quickly before looking down at his huge oak desk. “P-punish me?” she was bewildered, her voice shaking.

  “Indeed, punish you,” Marcus Ortiz sneered. “Make you accountable for your activities. Or on the other hand, I think, I can simply get irresponsible. I surmised your education meant more to you than that, but,” He shrugged nonchalantly and reclined in his seat.

  “No! No, I need you to... direct me... counsel me,” Isabella stated, nodding her head. “I’m truly inefficient in my time and financial management. Possibly if you can make me up a timetable or something...you know to manage my time and money.”

  “Oh, my dear, I’m willing to give you a significant motivation than a timetable,” the Cunning stepfather stated, grinning like a shark. “Lock the door, OK?”

  Isabella moved apprehensively, appearing as though she wanted to protest. After a long minute, she surrendered and nodded her head. Balancing herself on shaky legs, she strolled towards the main door, bolted it before standing anxiously by the large oak desk, waiting impatiently for further guidance.

  Ortiz watched her - Isabella was wearing a charming, knee-length skirt. He loved skirts. Simple access, always. “Why don’t you sit down?” he chuckled, pulling open his desk cabinet. He brought forth a root of ginger and a blade, setting about peeling and cutting it right before her. “Do you recognize what this is?” he inquired mischievously.

  “Uh,” Isabella observed nervously, chills gushed down her spine, her fingers felt so abnormally cold, and she felt unquenchably thirsty as the spicy smell kept on hammering her sensitive and eager nostrils, while her stepdad carved the root. “Ginger?” she swallowed hard, her eyes blazing up to his face, desperately seeking approval.

  “Bingo,” the Wicked stepfather exclaimed, grinning momentarily as he worked. “Ginger. There’s an old practice, back in Japan. While receiving a caning, the subject can clench their butt cheeks to alleviate the agony. Teachers introduced ginger as a way to ensure that those needing disciplines encountered the torment of it absolutely. Inserted into the anus, it delivers a blistering burning sensation which just strengthens as the subject clenches.” As he talked, he worked, crafting the ginger into an impeccable butt plug.

  Isabella went cold; she felt her fingers chilling like ice, and her heart and stomach doing summersaults in her throat. Her eyes flashed from her daddy’s face to the ginger he was crafting its perfect form and back again, desperately trying to sense if he was kidding. Her cheeks blushed, her lips separating marginally, her breathing and her pulse increasing. She was all of a sudden mindful of her sensitive bosoms, her nipples hardening and grazing her bra. “You... please don’t do that,” she pleaded as her eyes widened. “I-I could report about this unacceptable and unethical behavior! I’ll tell mom.”

  “Yes, indeed,” the stepfather responded mischievously, putting the recent and just perfectly crafted ginger butt plug on his desk. “Certainly, you can report about this so-called ‘unacceptable and unethical behavior’ to your mother. But if you do that, you would and could fail to deposit the bailout fees for sure.” He chuckled deviously, the curve on his face shot jolts of electricity down her spine, and Isabella trembled like a dry leaf in a whirlwind. “Moreover, can you make anyone believe your version of the story? Your pledge against mine and it’s a lot simpler and increasingly preferable to accept that a bitchy teenage girl has an issue with the police than a respected businessman monitoring corporal punishment.” He wiped his hands on a hand towel and gazed at the young lady sitting just opposite him. “You can leave if you want to go to jail, unable to deposit the bail fees and have your scholarship application dismissed in college. Or on the other hand, you can come here and get over my knee. It’s your choice, sweet little girl.” He reclined on his recliner chair once again from the desk marginally and exhibited his brawny thighs. There was a slight lump down one leg, his cock throbbing in his pants.

  Refusing to stare at her stepdad, Isabella vacillated for a minute. She ran a trembling hand through her hair and inhaled deeply. He had her, and she realized it. She realized that on the off chance that she would leave his house, she could bid farewell to her college degree and would end up in jail. Possibly she desperately sought what he was providing. Possibly if he disciplined her, instructed her, she could improve. Flicking her eyes up, she gazed anxiously at the ginger butt plug, her ass cheeks clenching at the intriguing, yet the depraved idea. Then, reluctantly, she got on her feet. She strolled over to him, her legs powerless and trembling, battling to maintain her balance. Her heart pounded like bass drums. She could sense the blood rushing through her ears. Her face felt like it was set ablaze, and she was troubled, yet aroused to realize that she was wet. After one long and final pause, she laid herself warily over her daddy’s lap, firm as a board.

  “That’s my good girl,” Mr. Marcus Ortiz expressed, letting his hand settle on her warm ass, caressing her through her skirt. He moved in his seat before adjusting her on his lap, pulling and pushing until she was resting over his thighs, her bubble butts up in the air, her crotch squeezed firmly against one of his hunky thighs. “I must have your hands,” he commanded in a calm voice while loosening his tie. Then he pulled it free. “A young lady like you, a bitch girl like you, I bet you’ve never been spanked appropriately. I’m not letting your interference spoil this disciplinary session.”

  Isabella flushed - Mr. Marcus Ortiz was spot on, she had never been spanked. She gasped desperately, feeling intimately mindful of her body as she reached her hands behind her, allowing him to take them and bind them behind her back with his tie firmly. She could feel his warm thigh against her crotch, the blood racing to her head as he pushed down on her back marginally, angling her rear end up in the air. Her breath came in calm pants as she wriggled.

  When he’d secured her hands, Mr. Marcus wasted no time in lifting her skirt. He grinned wickedly at the wet spot on her white panties, fingering over it softly, feeling Isabella bounce and twitch against him. “Perhaps this won’t be such punishment at all,” he chuckled. “You’re wet that you’ve drenched through your underwear. Possibly this is what you craved for from the beginning, hmm? Somebody to take responsibility and make you responsible for your actions...” Stripping her panties down gradually over her magnificent thighs, Mr. Ortiz uncovered her smooth, round butt cheeks. That ass would be crafted cherry red when he was done with it. He stroked her bubble butts gradually before sliding his fingers down, slipping between her folds. She was so smooth and hot against his fingers, so welcoming to him when he hadn’t even initiated playing with her yet.

  “Please don’t, dad,” she cried, jerking on his lap as his fingers caressed her wet cunt. “Please don’t touch me there, please, dad...I beg you...I’ve never...I’m a virgin.” Even as she pleaded to him not to, her clit throbbed against his thigh, her legs twitching somewhat as he touched her. There was a thirst somewhere inside her that yearned to be quenched, that pleaded for those fingers to slide somewhere inside her warm, wet pussy.

  “But you’re so wet,” Mr. Marcus teased, sinking one finger inside her easily, disregardful of her pleas. “Your mouth says no, but your pussy yearns for cock. It doesn’t make any difference if you’re a virgin. Virgins can even be horny little sluts.” The stepfather twisted his finger gradually inside her, feeling the way in which her slutty stepdaughter twitched and gripped around his inspecting fingers. Then when he faced an obstruction, he paused - no point breaking her cherry on his fingers when he could ultimately break it with his cock.

  “I’m not,” Isabella whined, trembling somewhat in a peculiar blend of embarrassment and twisted wants as he fingered her virgin pussy. She’d hardly investigated herself down there - she had always felt insecure and unassertive about her sexuality. She had never realized what to do. She bit down on a groan at the thrilling sensation of his harsh, thick finger within
her - if she felt that stuffed with half of his finger inside, she didn’t have the foggiest idea how someone ever took a hardened cock.

  Story 6: Female Requirements – Part 2

  Mr. Marcus slipped his finger out of her tight, drenched cunt and smeared it on her butt cheeks. “Right,” he said. “Well, on the off chance that you weren’t a slut, you wouldn’t soak and get horny on being put over your teacher’s lap. You can’t trick me - not when I can see precisely how wet you are.” He brought his hand down on her round, hemispherical scoop like ass mounds with a resonating slap.

  Isabella winced and clenched, letting out a little squeak. From the start, the slap didn’t generally enroll, yet the inclination immediately made up for the lost time with her. It stung, making her grimace, battling against the tie holding her arms behind her back. Feeling that sting, she altered her perspective. “I would prefer not to,” Isabella panted. “You can’t make me. Just let me go, I’ll prefer to fail...but this is humiliating... I don’t have the foggiest idea. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll tell!”

  Mr. Marcus just chuckled. “You hope that I’ll let you go, now I have you tied up over my lap, Do you really think I’ll release you? Don’t make me feel that you’re such an idiot!” he teased. “No, I’m not going to release you until I’ve exacted each ounce of atonement from your perfect skin. I’m not going to stop until your butt becomes flushed a decent, fiery red for me. Also, you can tell whoever you want, or you can acknowledge what’s befallen you and pay the bail out money. But, for each mishap and miscreant you committed, you better accept you’ll be back in here having your ass beaten raw. A little agony is far superior to being a college dropout and ending in jail and demolishing your career dreams, right? Besides, based on how wet your cunt is, I assume you may be getting aroused and enjoying this a bit. Now shut up, bitch.”

  Gripping her hair firmly, Mr. Marcus opened his desk cabinet. He pulled out a ball gag. “For exceptional cases like you,” he informed the crying young lady. “Those that need some additional consideration and discipline. Don’t want something over the top, isn’t that right?” He pulled her head back until she opened her mouth to wheeze with the agony. The stepfather slipped the gag in place, snapping it shut behind her head and adjusting the restrains until it was nice and tight - there was no chance she could spit it out. The young lady tried desperately to plea something, yet it turned out stifled behind the gag - everything he could hear was her gasping through her nose and her muffled cries and pleas.

  Poor Isabella made a significant sight, forced over her stepdad’s knee, her pale, hemispherical ass mounds up in the air. There was a red impression on her butt - the first of many. Her glorious pink pussy was in a splendid display, her hands bound behind her back, her succulent bosoms full and her chest heaving. She was choked, tears running down her reddened cheeks, her hair, putting itself to her brow as she perspired with expectation, waiting impatiently for him to start.

  “Uh oh,” the stepfather teased, reaching for the ginger butt plug. “Almost forgot.” He parted her butt cheeks, appreciating her pink, impeccable anal cavity. Clearly this gap had been just as unused as her pussy. He lubed the ginger plug up and squeezed it cautiously against her butt hole. “Keep in mind, the more you clench, the more will be the agony,” he stated, squeezing the plug brutally inside her. He’d left two knots - one to keep the ginger anchored in her, and one outwardly to prevent it from slipping excessively far into her. He shoved it up to the second bunch, leaving the ginger a few inches within her ass.

  Isabella snorted at the vibe of something thrusting into her butt hole. It was the first time when she’d ever had anything shoving into that cavity, and it stimulated her just as it repelled her. She’d read tales about anal play previously, and she’d generally been curious, yet she’d never been bold and adventurous enough to touch herself that way. The ginger went in so effectively, extending her marginally, about the size of a finger. She groaned into the gag, her body straining, her pussy throbbing and clenching like it needed something to fill it up, as well. Then, the burning arose. It began as a slight shiver that developed into a sting. She couldn’t resist clenching around the ginger plug, and that simply aggravated it, making it burn. She felt as if her butt hole was set ablaze. Isabella squirmed on his lap, making dire commotions behind the gag, begging him to take it out.

  “Settle down,” Mr. Marcus stated, pushing on the small of her back, holding her down. He didn’t need her squirming out of position. “The more you battle and grip, the more terrible it will feel. Also, I’m going to spank you until I’m certain you’re truly, really upset for being so irresponsible.” With that, he began to spank her ass. He’d always favored a hand spanking to anything else. It was quite a lot more intimate and sexual than paddling or a whipping; however, each had its very own benefits. At times, he got aroused by the use of a paddle and rested his hand from the sting, but Isabella was a virgin in every sense of the word - he would need to slide her into it before she could take a decent, hard, over the knee paddling.

  He warmed her up gradually, taking as much time as possible, the room resonating with each crack as his palm landed on her exposed, vulnerable ass cheeks. Isabella whimpered, squirmed, groaned and screamed out behind the gag. While Mr. Marcus delighted in the sounds thoroughly, the gag ensured they were stifled enough not to leave his office.

  Isabella gasped behind the gag. It hurt. It hurt more awful than anything she’d ever felt. She really wanted to clench each time he spanked her bare bottom, and that simply caused the ginger root in her ass to burn a thousand times more terrible. She cried helplessly, feeling her ass warm and sting as he spanked her. But, the torment wasn’t the most terrible part. The most noticeably terrible part was that each hard smack drove her crotch down, scouring her clit against his hard thigh. She groaned and battled against the restraints around her wrists helplessly, yet intensely animated as he spanked her. Her clit throbbed in accordance with the heartbeat, her nipples scouring against her bra with each excruciating hard blow, sending waves of electric sensation through her. In any event, being so vulnerable, gagged and bound that stimulated her. Each time she pulled against her ties she gasped with sensual excitement and passionate anticipation.

  “That moment...you know that one...the first grasp...being claimed...taken...adored...and your heart beats just a little faster...and your mind swirls with pleasure...” Isabella’s mind was dazzled with the realizations of her perverted fantasies.

  Following two or three minutes of warm-up, the devious stepfather stopped, scouring his hand over her stinging, hot ass mounds. “You take on color great,” he praised, giving the ginger plug a little contort, feeling her shiver against him, hearing her muffled cries. He slid his fingers down, laughing at how wet she was. She was so well lubricated by her own excitement juices that he didn’t need to shove his finger in - it was dribbling. He spread her lips to devour the magnificent view, adorning the dewy wetness. “Also, I see you like it significantly more than I expected. That is great. I’ve been searching for a whore bitch to keep for quite a while. You’re beginning to seem as though you fit the bill. I love it when my whores get wet from the abuse I give them. You ready, darling? Since that was only the warm-up.”

  The primary reaction that Isabella gave was a stifled whine. She shivered as he spread her open and saw her, flushing with disgrace at how wet she was. She couldn’t resist. Possibly it was her inability, or perhaps it was the way this fulfilled each profound, dark, twisted and perverted fantasy she had; however, even the way in which he treated her, stirred her. She heaved in a breath through her nose, trembling on his lap, her rear end set ablaze. Tears stung at her eyes as she waited patiently for him to begin once more, yielding and surrendering to her destiny.

  His will was her mandate. His hands were her thirst. His essence was her drink. His focus was her pleas. His will was her need. His mind was her growth. Her trust was his reward.

  “That is it,” Mr. Marcus Ortiz teased
, scouring her bare bottom with one big hand, feeling how hot her butt was after the vigorous spanking. “There’s a decent slut.” He swung his hand down with a hard crack, sensing the sting against his palm, laughing deviously as Isabella’s back arched as she squirmed excruciatingly. He fired up a hard, brutal spanking, driving her down with each blow. When he was done with her, her rear end would be so swollen and cherry red that it would look purple. “His spell is powerful, intoxicating, and addictive. You’re a butterfly caught in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. You’re his...totally his.” Isabella’s lust-filled conscience poked her twisted fantasies into her mind.

  Isabella screeched and struggled on his lap, sobbing quietly to herself as Mr. Marcus held her down and spanked her fiercely. Whimpering, she shook back and forth, striving to wriggle off his lap. But all she could achieve was crushing herself down against his thigh, boosting her reluctant sensual excitement until she was gasping with pain and pleasure. Each time he hit her, she shuddered and clenched firmly around the ginger butt plug conquering her rear end, burning the sensitive tissues inside her. Snorting, she rocked down against her stepfather’s thigh, a flood of eternal ecstasy dragged her to the excitements of highest heavens, conquered her earthly senses. She could feel it invigorating, gradually building and strengthening, her toes curled as she wailed – she realized that once she came, it would be a hundred times more terrible, yet she couldn’t stop it. Her muscles bolted up, her body twitching and jerking, her clit throbbing. Giving a piercing moan, Isabella came, shivering and curving on her stepfather’s lap, the ginger butt plug invading her anal cavity and her perfect ass mounds practically purple from the vigorous spanking. Her pussy spouted sensual fluids, dribbling it onto his thigh as her stomach clenched and her overwhelming climax exploded through her.