He continued to lash my thighs and ass while I shrieked and sobbed. Each time he struck me it felt as though he had stripped away the skin with flame. I scooted and writhed on the floor trying to escape, but I had nowhere to go. In desperation, I reached back towards him in a foolish attempt to protect myself.
His large hand wrapped securely around my wrist and held it fast.
"Open your hand..." he snarled. Hesitantly, I obeyed. My tender palm was given ten lashes with what I accurately assumed to be his belt. I cried out and pulled away, but I was no match for him. I only managed to hold my hand open for fear of him striking my knuckles and causing serious harm.
"Now you know better than to try to protect yourself, don't you?" he said sardonically. I could only whimper and nod. He released my wrist and I snatched my burning hand away. I stayed there in a pitiful mass on the floor, crying and fearful.
Reaching down, he brushed the hair from my face. I looked up to him as he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"You ok?" he asked softly. I nodded and gave him a small smile. "Good" he replied.
Before I could react, he grabbed a firm hold on my ear and lifted me to my feet. He directed me forward a few steps before releasing me and walking in front of me to sit on the edge of my bed. He shot an icy glare and I found myself unable to meet his dark eyes.
"Come here" he growled and pointed between his feet. I shuffled over and fell to my knees between his legs, bending my waist over his thigh. Placing my hands flat on the floor, I held my torso up. A firm hand on the back of my neck swiftly brought my face to the floor.
"You know better than to support yourself" he sneered and brought a strong blow down on my already searing flesh. The painful sting introduced me to his new toy. I guessed correctly that it was a ruler; very appropriate for his schoolgirl fetish which I love helping him fulfill.
He continued to spank me with the ruler until I was writhing and screaming pleas for mercy. I could feel the sharp plastic edges cutting into my flesh as he methodically moved up and down the backs of my thighs and on my tense bottom.
Becoming more fierce with each strike, he reached a crescendo to his punishment and finally ceased. Easily lifting me to my feet, he instructed me to go back to my corner. I complied, walking slowly as I rubbed the tears from my face. I leaned against the walls gratefully and hardly noticed when he pushed me further by opening the door and leaving the room. I could hear him going through his belongings, then the distinctive sound of a lighter being sparked. I smelled his Camels and knew that I would have a while to collect myself.
All I could hear was my own snuffles and breathing. Just as I had decided to relax, he re-entered the room.
"Come in here where I can keep an eye on you." he said and, grabbing my ear, directed me to a corner by the front door. I tried to compose myself as I stood there listening to him smoke. His eyes burned into me and I shifted nervously from foot to foot.
At length, he spoke. "Are you thinking about how bad you've been?" he asked. I nodded meekly. "Are you thinking about how foolish you look standing there in the corner with your bare bottom all red?" I hung my head and sniffled. The couch squeaked as he stood, and I could hear him walking to the kitchen.
Straining to make out the familiar sounds of my house, I tried to envision his movements as he explored my small kitchen. His shadow crept slowly along the wall as he returned to stand behind me. A soothing coldness swept through my skin combined with the gentle warmth of his hand as he rubbed ice across my punished flesh. I sighed in delight and relaxed against the corner, gratefully holding my hips out backward with my legs spread.
This position made it very easy for him to slide the ice over my thighs and onto my clit. I danced and yelped at the searing cold. He rubbed the ice over the tender pink skin of my pussy as I squirmed in my corner and bounced on tip-toe. Running the ice between my legs and over the hot red skin of my bottom and then back to my aching clit, he continued this game until the ice was gone and my skin was soaked.
I sighed in relief as he wiped his hands on his jeans; he didn't seem to have more ice. A part of me refused to relax, held tense in anticipation. I knew he wasn't done with me yet, and I didn't have long to wait before my next surprise.
I knew instantly that he had picked it up in the kitchen - how could I not recognize my own spatula? The flat plastic surface felt like fire as he slapped the wet throbbing flesh of my ass and thighs. I screamed with abandon, no longer caring if my neighbors heard, unable to think about their possible reactions. Tears streamed down my cheeks and vanished into the carpet.
Unbidden, cries for mercy rasped out of me in between screams. All I could say was "Please!" and I was hardly aware of even that. Nothing could distract me from the intense pain I was feeling. I had never been spanked this much before, or this hard, and I quickly lost my grip on all other sensations.
I had no idea how long it went on, and I wasn't instantly aware of it when he stopped. Amazingly thankful that he had ceased, I collapsed sobbing against the corner.
"Have you had enough?" he whispered into my ear.
Unable to speak, I could only nod. Part of me felt that familiar failure of reaching my own limits, of being unable to stand any more pain, but relief overcame that guilt and I allowed myself to be proud that I had remained standing through the whole thing.
Gently, he stroked my hair and said "Ok, baby. Now just fifteen more. And I want you to count them for me. Now, do you have a hairbrush?"
I nodded meekly, glad to see the end of my punishment but happy that I would be pushed a little farther.
"Go get your hairbrush" he instructed.
Walking as quickly as my sore skin would allow, I fetched my hairbrush and returned to the bedroom. He had dragged a stout chair without armrests into the middle of the room and sat there, staring coldly. Pointing to the floor beside the chair, his eyes full of unrefutable authority, he instructed me on the details of my final punishment.
Hanging my head, I walked to my assigned spot and handed him the hairbrush. As I knelt on the floor the carpet felt rough on my knees. I lay my body over his lap and drew a sharp shuddering breath as I prepared for the last and worst of my punishment.
With the first blow I can feel the hard plastic being driven into my aching and wet skin. It's almost more than I can handle, but I manage to eek out "one". He continued his discipline slowly and deliberately, each blow of the hairbrush on my bottom feeling worse than the previous one. Somehow I managed to count aloud all fifteen, though sometimes I could barely be heard through my sobs. Fifteen was the hardest, but I screamed the number in triumph and elation.
Finally he asked "Sarah, do you want to rub your bottom?" I nodded and sat up, keeping my head down, then ran my hands over my stinging flesh. I heard that distinct unzipping sound as he freed his cock and took my hair in his hands, directing me towards it.
I licked my lips and hungrily took his cock in my mouth. I didn't have a long wait before he pulled my head back and shot his hot load all over my neck and chest. "Now Sarah," he asked "are you going to be a good girl while I'm gone?"
I could only nod and smile. Though I promised silently to behave in his absence, I knew that it would be much more fun to disobey - only a little!
