I did not hear the click of the lock; nor did I hear his silent entrance into my bedroom. All I heard was a short cough. I sprang up in my bed, letting my eyes adjust to the hypnotizing darkness. I sat there for a few minutes, sharply turning my head at every creak in the room only to find out it was the house creaking; my house was old. I swore I saw an almost invisible figure in the dark and I got up to investigate. Thank god that when I turned on the light I found it only to be a coat hung on one of the posts of my bed. Wait a second, that wasn't my coat. That was a man's coat!
"Keep quiet my love and I will not harm you," the deep voice cooed into my ear as his hand had come around and pressed firmly over my mouth. I swore there was a British tint to his accent. He gently bit my earlobe and said, "Understand?" I nodded my head in response. What was going on? Who was this man? And how on earth did he get into my house without my puppy barking? She barked if a grasshopper stared too long at her. I didn't have time to answer these questions before he spoke again.
"I'm going to let you go and you're going to walk over to the bed like a good little girl and tie these over your mouth and eyes, okay?" I nodded in compliance. He let me go and handed me two scarves; my own, I recognized them as. How long had he been in my house? I tried to turn and face my visitor, but was only turned away with a harsh slap on my cheek. His strong force had flung me to the floor, face down, and I tried to blink out the tears burning in my eyes as the fire in my cheek only got worse. He got on one knee beside me and pulled my head up by my hair.
"Don't make me do that again. I do so hate hurting you..." he trailed off as he let go of my hair. This guy had me very confused. What the fuck was he here for if not to hurt me? Or fuck me I suppose...
"Get up," he instructed, and I followed his directions; too afraid not to. My bottom lip trembled as I slowly got up - I had never been slapped before and never thought I would be, especially by a man. I tied one of the scarves over my eyes and tied the other one around my head so it was rolled up and put into my mouth.
"No, tighter. I don't want them coming loose." He walked behind me and tightened the one that I was tying (the one in my mouth) and pulled it as tight as he could. My mouth was jerked wide open to accept the force pulling my jaws apart. I whimpered and I felt a sharp pain on my ass. "Stop being such a bad girl or your ordeal will get worse," he said firmly. His voice was no longer gentle and his touches were rushed and mostly painful; I had upset him.
I heard him walk around me and I felt his eyes burning into my flesh: I was only clothed in a spaghetti strap top and some very short shorts that went up well past my inner thigh. In fact, when I bent over, I felt a cool breeze on my ass. He apparently approved.
"Dress just for me, darling?" I lowered my head in shame as I was given another command. "Put your hands together behind your back and lock your elbows. I want those tits pushed forward towards me." When I couldn't bring myself to do the asked task, he pushed me backwards with enough force to knock me over; I didn't realize how uncoordinated I was blindfolded. Thankfully, I was still standing in front of my bed and I just fell onto the soft cushion of my bedspread. He leaned over to me and took the scarf out of my mouth and the other one from over my eyes. Apparently he had changed his mind about how to restrain me. He stood up again and looked down at me, looking up at him with fear showing in my eyes.
"No, no, that won't do. I want you up and leaning over the bed - pleasure will come later, but pain first. You've been a very bad girl. Bad girls deserve to be punished, do they not?" he asked me, I didn't respond, still so scared of him and his obvious control and power over me. "I asked you a question!" he spat at me.
"Y-y-yes," I mustered up in reply.
"Yes what?" he asked.
"Yes, bad girls deserve to be punished," I said; my embarrassment showing in my flustered cheeks.
"And have you been a bad girl?"
"Yes."
"Yes what? Who am I?"
"Yes, Sir?" I half asked, half stated.
"That's right, you will call me Sir from now on. Every time I ask you a question, you are to answer in complete sentences, always with the word "Sir" at the end. Understand, love?"
"Yes, I understand, Sir."
"Good. Now get up and undress. Lean over the bed and spread your legs wide and hold your head up in the air; you can rest on your elbows on top of the bed."
His instructions were a bit hard to comprehend - how he wanted me positioned - but he showed me how he wanted me and made sure my legs were spread wide for him.
"Make sure you keep your head up, do NOT let it drop down."
"Yes, Sir."
"That's it; that's a good little girl," he said as I heard him unbuckle his belt. Oh god, here it comes, I thought to myself. He's going to fuck me now. But when I didn't hear a zipper or a button, I realized I was wrong. Before I could move I heard him raise his arm up and plunge it back down; the belt landing on my left inner thigh. I screamed at the abuse and tried to scramble out of the way of his next blow, but he held me down and whispered into my ear, "There you go, being bad again. I can see you want me to force you to stay and accept your punishment. Is that it, precious? You want me to tie you up so I can spank you so hard, yet you cannot move?"
"No! No! Please, I'll do anything for you! Just please, don't hit me again, Sir!" I couldn't believe I had just called him 'Sir', but somehow it just slipped off my tongue.
"Oh no, I'm going to hit you many more times tonight, and until you get used to being abused like the bad little girl you are, I think I should tie you up so you will submit to me." I tried to wriggle free from his firm grasp, but couldn't manage to get free. As a last attempt to get me to obey him, he quickly looped the belt around my neck and fed the end through the fastener, tightening it around my neck and stopping my air supply. "Do NOT move from now on until you are instructed to, do you understand?!" I nodded my head and he let the belt fall. I stood gasping and coughing for breath - it had been taken away from me so fast that it took me a long while to get used to breathing again.