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Helping out my room mate

"You seem really down lately.  Is there anything I can do?"

Louisa looked at me and smiled.  "Oh, it's nothing you can help with."

"Try me," I offered.

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," she laughed.  She looked at my face for any hint I might judge her then continued.  "It's just... been a while."

"Oh," I said.  "That's not embarrassing. It's totally understandable.  I have some really nice single guy friends if you want, Aidan-"

"Casey,  no," she smiled tightly.

"Oh, Ok..." I frowned.  "I didn't mean to force anything on you sorry," I muttered.

"Please don't feel bad," she begged.  "Casey... hun.  I like women." 

"Ok," I replied.

"You're not weirded out?"

"Not really."

"Some straight girls are.  Especially when I live with them.  They get the idea I'm going to peek in on them every time they get in the shower."  She rolled her eyes.  "It's why I don't broad cast it.  And also guys feel like they've got the right to ask you all kinds of invasive questions. Girls sometimes, too," she added.

"I won't do that."

"You're so good about it," she enthused.

"Hey, I'm pretty weird myself.  Not one to judge, m'lady."

"Don't tell anyone who doesn't know, OK?  I'm not ashamed or anything I just don't like sharing it that much."

"Of course," I agreed.  "Just don't tell anybody about my Elmo pajamas."

She grinned.  "You look very cute in those."  Louisa was beautiful.  Like, really beautiful.  I wasn't a slouch but she was one of those people that 'lit up the room.'  She had long, light brown hair and deep brown eyes.  She had a dainty little nose with a tiny upturn and long eye lashes and a small chin.  Her profile was perfect.  And just the right amount of freckles sprinkled on her pale, clear skin.

"Want to watch TV?" I asked. 

"Ok."

"I'll get us some wine."

"Great."

Oh it will be great.  You'll see.  We watched New Girl and sat comfortably, as we always did, eating chips and sipping red wine.  "You've got red wine lips," I told her. "Oh," she said, touching her lip coyly.

"Let me."  I leaned in and kissed her.  Her eyes widened.

"Casey!"

"I want to help you out.  You're beautiful, and you do plenty of favours for me.  So let me satisfy you."

"It's just the wine," she frowned. 

"Yeah, right," I said.  "I plotted this at 0 alcohol.  Scout's honour."  I leaned back and grinned.

"You're kind of just a pervert, aren't you?" she asked, not in a judging way, just in a matter of fact kind of way.  Her head cocked cutely to the side.

"Well, not kind of."  I chucked another chip into my mouth.  "I am big time.  I am picky," I clarified.  I took another sip of wine.  "I'm not easy, I just like what I get and I get what I like.  And right now, I want you."

"I don't know, Case... What about..."

"The friendship and blah blah blah.  Listen, we'll always be friends.  I think girls and kiss and more and it just be a nice extension of the friendship.  I happen to like all that pillow fighting stuff.  Now come here, I want to see if your skin feels as soft on my tongue as it looks.  Because it looks like fucking butter to me."

She shuddered.  Her eyes glowed.  Bedroom eyes.  I was pleased that I had made her wet.  She hesitantly leaned over and pressed her soft, full lips to mine.  I grinned into her mouth.  I ran my fingers down her sides, under her loose top.  She reached greedily for my bra, tucking her hand under my t-shirt.  She pulled it aside and her cool fingers fondled my nipple.  "Tickles," I said. 

She laughed.  I loved her laugh.  She was so feminine, so adorable.  I had always felt a lot for her.  I remember my first real girl crush, back in high school.  Olivia.  She was five inches taller than me and well developed.  It's a different kind of love with girls.  It's sweet, and often unrequited, and I savour it.  I smoothed her silky hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful."  I licked her bottom lip and darted my tongue into her mouth.  She kissed back.  We got into a nice pace.  I reached for her top and helped her slip it over her head.  She returned the favour.  I opened my eyes to the sight of her lovely breasts.  They were small and perfect and pale.  And slightly tear drop shaped.

"No bra," I said approvingly. 

"You're wearing one," she said.

"Yeah," I shrugged.  "I had to go out today."   

I cuddled in close to her, offering her the opportunity to reach back and easily remove my bra.  She didn't do so.  "I like this."  She pushed me face down on the couch.  I felt her tug at the bra.  She was using her teeth.

"You're incredibly dexterous," I complimented her as she freed the hooks.

"Practice.  Girl's gotta get an edge somehow."  I raised up slightly and she freed my bra. 

"Stay," she requested.

She moaned as she ran her hands over my back and the sides of my breasts, squished into the couch.  "Oh, that feels good.  You have no idea, Casey.  It's been so long since I've felt that.  Even if I could stomach being with a guy, they never feel that soft."  She kissed my back, rather hard.  "I'm so hungry."

I smiled, feeling blissful.  I had assumed I would be the dominant one, Louisa being so sweet and all, but I might be in for a surprise.

to be continued...

Hannah gets Hers Part 2

Part Two

It had been a week since Angus spanked me and I was good as gold.  The only problem was, I kind of wanted another spanking.  I tried doing things like breaking a cup or spilling something to see if he would punish me, but it didn't work.  So I abandoned the idea, assuming it had been a once off.

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I was sitting on the floor stuffing my face with chips.  I was snuggled in a blanket and wearing trackies.  The very picture of glamour.  Angus walked in and shook his coat on.  "Wet out," he said.  "Duh," I muttered.  He walked over to my nest of wrappers, empty drink cans and plates.  "What happened here?" he asked.  I ignored him.  I was normally scrambling for his attention.  He was usually aloof.  Today I didn't feel like it.  In fact I resented him for it.  I'd had a shit day with about fifty things gone wrong and I wanted to be alone. 

"Not talking to me, then?"  he quizzed.

"Nope," I answered.

"Alright."  He went upstairs and I heard him turn the water on.  Of course I thought about him in the shower, how his body would look, if his chest was as perfect as it looked under his business shirts.  Whether he was well endowed. 

"What are you watching?" he asked.  He was in a good mood.

I stared at the TV.

"Alright," he said.  "Something's clearly got you riled.  What is it?"

I ignored him still.  He stood up.

"I'd like some help in the kitchen, Hannah.  My parents are coming over for dinner."

"Fuck you and your parents."  I kind of muttered it, but unfortunately Angus has very good hearing.

"That's it," he announced, dragging me to my feet.

"Let go," I whined.

"You need a smack."

"No, I don't."

"Your attitude is foul.  You clearly need an adjustment."

He pulled me down the hall.  I groaned.  "I feel like shit, Angus.  I haven't even been into uni today.  Just leave me alone."

"I thought you must have wagged uni," he said sharply.  "You couldn't accumulate such an impressive mess in only an hour."

He pushed me into the study.  I stood in front of the desk.  I expected him to take his seat behind the desk but instead he stood in front of me.  He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.  "Is there anything else you'd like to admit to so I can add it on to your punishment, Hannah?" 

"Why would I do that?" I demanded.  "That'd make me a fucking idiot!"  I was so angry I was on the verge of biting him.

"Right, then.  I think I should punish you in your room this time.  I'll get you smartened up then you can have a shower and cook dinner."

"No way!"  I firmly intended to spend the rest of the night becoming one with the couch.

"You cook almost every night and you love it.  Your cooking is fantastic too, Hannah.  You can't pike on me tonight."

"I don't feel like it."

"Yes, you've told me that.  You've been sitting inside all day with the heater on and you feel like crap."  I huffed.  But I followed him to my room.  He cracked the window a touch.  He sat down on my bed.  "Over my knees," he told me.  I pouted. 

"Come on."  I lay down on the bed in his lap.  He pulled my track pants and panties half down my thigh.  The butterflies in my stomach in went into overdrive.  My pussy stirred to life.

He rested his warm open palm on my left cheek.  I moaned.  "You're behaving like a brat," he told me sternly.  "You wagged uni today, you messed up the living room and didn't clean up after yourself and you told me, and my parents, who you haven't even met, to go fuck themselves."  That did sound bad.

"Technically I said fuck them."

He tapped my bottom and I squeaked. 

He got out his phone.  "I'm setting the stop watch.  I'll stop when it goes off.  You will get the same as last time.  Five minutes of nice hard smacking on your bare bottom."  I shuddered with pleasure and fear.  This was Angus's ritual, passed down by his father.  It was how he and his sisters had been punished.  Always after the initial explanation.  I loved imagining his sister's getting their bare bottoms smacked.  "If you can't keep still I will stop, readjust you and continue.  If you have to be restrained you can expect it to become more painful.  Got it?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"I really think you need this one, Hannah."

"Yes, Angus," I whispered.  I was scared but I wanted to be brave.

I cried out as the first awful slap landed.  I grabbed a pillow and clutched it as hard as I could in my arms.  He smacked one cheek, then the other, about a second apart.  Smack, smack, SMACK.  The fire spread.  I flinched as his hand bit into my soft ass.  "My hand almost covers your whole cheek," he mused.  He painted the tops of my cheeks but mostly spanked the fleshiest portion of my bum.  I nawed on the pillow.  "You're taking it very well," he commended.

"Thank you.  How much time has it been?"

"Thirty seconds."

"Whaaaat?"

The sting of the last smack built on top of the next.  I felt like reaching back to cover my bottom but I knew better.  "It hurts," I began to whimper.  SLAP! his hand came down and spanked my poor tender bottom.  He had a perfect rhythm going on.  He was measured, methodical, and merciless.  He was kind of paternal.  And that kind of turned me on.  A lot.  He continued to punish me unabated. 

"Oooucch!" I cried into the pillow.  I started to kick my legs.

"Stay still, Hannah," he warned.

"But it hurts so bad."

"I know, love.  I've actually been going a little easier on you because you've been so cooperative.  Let's not put an end to that, now."

"Yes, Sir," I squeaked.   My bottom was on fire.  So was my pussy.   He kept hitting the same spots.  I squawked and kicked. I couldn't help it.  It was only natural to try to escape the sting, even though I wanted to be good for my punishment.

"Hannah," Angus growled.  He had no tolerance for struggles.  He secured his leg over mine and twisted my arm into the small of my back. 

"Please," I squeaked.

But of course, he wouldn't have it.  He aimed a perfectly executed WHACK to my left cheek.  Then my right.  It was so forceful I screamed.  My body ricocheted starting with my jiggling butt.  "You know you get it harder when you struggle."  I wondered if Angus appreciated the sight of my scarlet, bouncing flesh or if he was simply taking care of business.  He certainly acted like it. 

"I'll keep my legs down, promise." 

"Hmm," he considered, continuing to smack my cheeks.

He freed his leg.  I spread my legs.  I found the sensation of the pain pleasurable, like I had transcended somehow.  I moaned and spread them wider.  Surely he couldn't resist the sight of my nice pink little pussy peeking out between my thighs?  I heard him grunt.  He smacked harder.  My eyes watered.  I gave out a sob/moan that filled up the room.  

"Hannah," he gulped. "Close your legs."

"It helps with the sting if I can move them a little," I said innocently.

"The time is almost up."  I lay there moaning loudly as he paddled me to the last second.  The beep went.  I could hear his breathing. 

"You can get up now," he said.

"I know." 

"I'm showing a lot of self restraint here, Hannah.  Yes, the way you're laying is extremely inviting.  I'd have to be blind not to notice it.  Please get off my lap."

"Why?  If you like it?"

"Because it's torture."

"Torture?"

I felt his finger very lightly, very hesitantly stroke my outer lips. 

"You think I don't want to bury my whole face in that delicious looking peach?"

I grinned into the pillow.  "So why not?"

"Because you're my house mate, and you're younger than I am.  If things go wrong I've let my cock steer me into trouble."

I sat up on the bed, but I didn't pull my panties up.  My bottom was smarting from his severe hand.  He looked at me.  His eyes were... relaxed.  So pretty and brown. He had such a handsome face, chiseled and strong.  My eyes strayed to his slacks.  They had tented big time.  I wanted to suck his cock.  I loved how serious he was, but I also loved the thought of him groaning and grabbing a rough handful of my hair as he lost control.  I went for the zip on his pants.  He caught my hand.

"Please."

His hand was shaking.  His jaw was clenched.  I stroked the outside of his pants.  He grunted.  "Stop it, Hannah."

"You gave me what I needed.  As you can see, I'm in a much better mood."

He stood up and went for the door.  I tried to run after him but I tripped, pants around my ankles and all.  "Are you alright?" he asked. 

"No," I whined.  I scrambled onto all fours and crawled. 

"Oh, Jesus, Hannah."  Oh, I didn't actually mean to do that!  I laughed.   He pulled me to my feet and went for my panties without looking at me. He yanked the waist band up.  "My bottom hurts," I pouted.  "I don't want to wear my panties."

"Oh, God," he groaned, looking toward the ceiling.  He secured my trackies.  I laughed. I leaned up and tried to catch his lips.

"Stop it," he repeated, but his mouth was twitching. 

"Is that a smirk, or a smile?" I questioned.

"You're a determined little thing," he admitted.  He looked down at me.

"So why not go for it?  I'm twenty one.  I won't trash the house or go crazy if it doesn't work out between us.  Promise."

"You like me," he said carefully, "a lot.  I like your friendship and I think you're scorchingly hot, Hannah.  But I'm not in love with you. If you want to fuck because you love me, and I took you up on it, I'd feel like kind of a scum bag."  

"You don't need to," I said.  "You're not taking advantage of me.  You even tried to run away from me, remember?"  I laughed. 

"Then I came back," he muttered.

"Yeah, you did."  I grabbed his tie and pulled his face down so I smash my lips against his.  He tried to pull away but I choked him with his tie.  I dashed kisses on his neck and sucked the skin.  I bit down and he moaned and clutched my waist hard.  I worked my way up his jaw and his face with quick little kisses, then I returned to his lips.  He easily met them and kissed me.  He flicked his tongue over my bottom lip to part them further.  My stomach flipped.  The heat radiated through my body.  He put his hand around my throat while he kept kissing me.  

He broke the kiss.    "Jesus," he gasped.

"I guess we have chemistry."  I was shaking.  So was he.

"Should we go to my room?" I asked.  I took his hand.  "Please?"

Mind Games turn to Bed Games Uncut

"You're one of those girl who's shut down because some guy forget her birthday."  He shot me a contemptuous look, like I was offensive in general.  "I'm pretty good at reading people."  I didn't bother to argue.  I didn't care if he knew the truth.  "Let me guess," he leaned into me, "all men are the same.  Well let me ask you something, Little Thing. If all men are the same, why do women take so long to choose?" 

He brushed his fingers under my chin and I turned reflexively.  His dark eyes were shot through with amusement like arrows with flaming tails.  "I don't think all men are the same," I replied, "I think all people are the same.  And they're all part of the same great mush.  Man, woman, or child."

"You think I'm an asshole, don't you?"

"Whatever gets you off."

He smiled as if this were hilarious, and re-thought his tactics for a while.  He put one hand on my waist and squeezed as if something interesting might happen, but it was just flesh.  "You're quite dead," he observed.  "Sort of like a sex abuse victim.  You go somewhere else when a man handles you." 

That one hit a little closer to home.  "And you've had every girl since high school.  And they can't fill up the space.  You're a shallow person, but you want to be interesting, so much.  You, like the employee who pretends to be the manager, yearn to be more.  But you haven't got the stuff, champ.  Not now, not ever."

He digested this and questioned, "Isn't that how to be noble?  I want to transcend my assholiness.  I don't want to be a man-whore forever.  I'm hoping to progress."  He offered me a winning smile and I softened.  He drew me into his arms and I went limp like prey.  "You're soft," he said, nuzzling me. "I've always wanted to hold you.  I thought you might bite off a finger just for the taste."

You've only stunned me for a second.  I turned and kissed him. He searched my eyes for clues but I was blocking him.  "You think you've got me sussed." I wrinkled my nose like Samantha the witch. 

"Don't I?"  I could feel he was hard.  He took a handful of my hair and pulled it so he could kiss my neck, like a lion holding the female with teeth to keep her from lashing when he fucked her from behind.

"You're just a kid," I said. "Just a boy.  I'm not."

"I know," he said.

"You don't get it.  I'm older than time.  I'm just a conduit. This body's a false prophet."

"They say you're mad," he teased, but there was truth in his voice.

"Mad as Cassandra."

He grazed my neck.  "I wanna go to the dark side."

"That's the thing about men."  I gripped his dick and squeezed.  He moaned.  "Always thinking with their little men."

He took my hand.  "You like it kind of rough."

"I don't like it all," I insisted.  "I'm way past sex.  Sex is for people, and I don't often get accused of that anymore."

"You're really weird," he said.  "But you don't dress like a goth."

"I don't really need to advertise it."

"I like weird."  He yanked my hair sideways and bit into my neck.  My breath caught.  "I'll fuck you hard," he whispered.  "If that's what you like, Little Thing."

"Is that a joke?" I questioned.  I was tall for a girl.

"Course not." He lifted my top over my head.  He bit my nipple through my tank top.  My lip quivered.  "Do you ever wear a bra?"  He pulled the fabric in his teeth.

"Please don't," I gulped.

"I've got you begging.  That's a good sign."  He stripped me to my underpants before he even went for his shirt.  He leaned in and cupped my face.  My eyes strayed to his chest. A player's chest.  "I see diamonds and hexagons."  Then,  "I'm missing my show."

"It's alright, later," he assured me.  He leaned over me. 

"I need to eat my yoghurt," I said.  "I always eat my yoghurt at 10."

"I'll give you something to eat." 

He bit me, too hard.  I squealed.  "I thought you were vanilla. All the girls..."

"Why do you think I run through them like toilet paper?"

"So you're..."

"You can say it."

"A sadist?"

He laughed.  "Real or fake?" I asked.  I only liked the real kind.

"How much proof do you want?" Think carefully about it.

He finger fucked me.  'A true sadist's victim is unwilling'.  He pressed his body into mine.  He had a nice body.  "Come here."  He marched me to his room, his fingers forming a bruise on my arm.  "I'd advise you not to beg," he said, just making conversation, "if you want less pain that is.  Do it if you want more."

He opened his closet drawer.  I didn't look at his hands.  He dropped his boxers.  He stood like a glorious vision.  "This too is a lie."  I could see his eyes then, really see the look that had come into them.  It was ugliness, right from the tarpits.  I gasped.  I had found a specimen of value.  I didn't want to disturb the nesting.

He hit me so hard I lost my breath.  Then he was on me.  He clamped my arms behind my back and cuffed them.  "Now your panties, little one."  He pulled them down.  "What I like... is to cause a lot of writhing and twitching," he explained.  "When I've got a girl naked like this, it looks nice."  I heard something swishing.  "Ever been whipped?" he asked.  "You've probably had a guy slap your ass, but this cuts.  Hurts a lot.  Do you want it?"  My breathing quickened.  "You don't speak, and I'll decide.  Alright..." he paused. "Yes."  I screamed with relief as he brought the whip down.  My pussy flooded with warmth.  The pain stung in hot lines.  I saw him in my mind's eye raising the whip  and his brutal arm, so strong and handsome.  I moaned.  "I've got to tell you something."  He brushed my hair back gently.  "I can't cum unless I hurt you.  Really."    My pussy convulsed. 

"Stop talking," I warned.  "I might cum."

"This will be an interesting submission," he fathomed.  "You'll keep rising to meet me..." His finger traced a line down my spine and ass.  "But I want to meet your tolerance.  Should we see how far you get?"

"Yes."  I turned my head against the pillow.

"Alright."  He spread my cheeks and placed his finger in.

"That feels good."  He started to fuck my ass.  He pushed another finger in.  I bucked back against his hand.  My panties restrained my legs, pushed down to my knees.  He freed them.  "I want to spread you wide apart."

I crawled onto all fours.  "Good girl," he cooed.  "Now spread them wider."  I got into an uncomfortable position, for best viewing. 

"Everything... like a dinner platter."  He traced a finger up my slit.  I heard him sucking it clean.  He plunged it into my welcoming cunt.  Then another.  He reached up and found my g-spot.  I moaned, totally weak. 

"Please fuck me," I begged.

He said, "That's not the way this works."   He traced his sticky fingers on my asshole.  He started to fuck my ass again.  He used two fingers.  Then three.  "You're hurting me," I gave.

"Already?  I guess I know your weak spot then."

He disappeared.  He pressed a dildo to the outside of my cunt.  He steadily plunged it in.  I cried out.  I felt filled.  He turned it on and it started to vibrate. 

"Unhhh....."

He pressed his dick to my asshole.

"Do you like anal?"

"No."

"Good," he said.  He lubed me, at least.

"Say thank you."

"Thank you," I whimpered.  Then he pushed in.  The sensation of his dick penetrating my asshole made me scream out.  He buried the head and forced in the remainder. My eyes watered with pain. My pussy was filled with the big, vibrating cock.  Both of my holes were stretched.  I couldn't touch my clit, and I needed to.  "Oh, God...." He pumped into my asshole.  I imagined he was athletic in the odd position he'd have to be in.  I always hated anal at first.  It felt like being fucked by my own shit.  But then I started to like it.  I definitely liked it now.

"So intense... You're violating me."

"And you like it," he confirmed.

"Mmm."  He smashed into me and came.  He took the vibrator and worked me with it. 

"Oh..." I would have preferred the real thing.

He flipped me over and took out the vibrator.  It made a noise as it was removed.  "Thought I couldn't free this thing," he mused.  "You are tight."

He removed the shreds of my panties.  He spread my legs efficiently then dived onto my cunt.  I wriggled and moaned as he licked and licked.  He found my clit and bit it.  I needed to cum so badly I might cry.  Waves of tension lived in my stomach.  He felt around with one hand as he kept on eating my cunt.  I watched his hard arm grasping for something.  I reached and passed it to him.  He gave me a slow lick and I shuddered.  "Thanks for the help," he said, coming up.  He attached the nipple clamps.  

"Please," I begged. 

"Remember what I said." He kissed my lips.  It was a wet kiss.  I nodded.  He returned to his work.  I lay there in bliss as he licked, building me to a slow orgasm.  When it hit I couldn't believe it, it was like a mirage.  I held my breath as my pussy convulsed.  My hips rose like ropes were pulling them.  He nibbled my clit and buried his tongue in my pussy.  I came again.  "Careful," he told me, "you'll do me an injury."  He pressed his face in and I shuddered again.  It was amazing.  I giggled.  "I came.  A lot.  Thank you."

"No problem."  He removed the clamps (a relief.)  He lay next to me, but didn't hold me.  He gave me a minute to recover.

"I need to punish you now."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's my ritual.  It's why so many of the girls run away.  They can handle the pain when we're playing, but they're so sooky when it comes to this."

"What do you do?" I asked, eager for a second round.

"After I fuck a girl, I put her over my knee and give her a hard spanking."

 "Yes, please," I told him.  He reached for some rope on the bed. 

"Put your hands behind your back."  I turned and put my wrists together.  He tied them securely.  He kissed my neck roughly. 

"Mmmm."

"Alright," he said.  "I won't tie your legs because I like the feeling of restraining them with my own."  He went into his closet again and pulled out a paddle.

"I like to leave bruises," he explained.

"I thought you were just using your hand."

"No, I use my hand to warm the skin but it doesn't hurt enough.  This is really brutal."  I began to reconsider. 

"I might not want this," I said.

"It doesn't matter."

He pulled me over his lap.  He planted one leg firmly over mine.  He applied firm, stinging slaps with his palm over my bottom and thighs.  My skin warmed rapidly.  "You want some pain or just a warm up before the paddle?" he asked me.

"Do it hard," I replied shyly.  He smacked my left cheek sharply and I screamed.  He repeated the slap on the same spot three times.  My body jerked.  He treated the right cheek to the same three hard slaps.  "Thank you, Sir," I whimpered.

"You're a good girl," he praised me.  "Why can't the others be this good?  They never want to take their spanking.  They're always struggling and screaming about assault.  You know, in the Summer, everyone knows which friends I fuck.  It's why I like to bruise the thighs as well, not that they even stop wearing their g-string bikinis.  Sluts.  I just love the thought of them making eye contact and the shame."  He laughed.

"You mark them," I swallowed, "that's hot."

"And I'll mark you as well."

"I don't want..." I trailed off.

"What?" he asked me.

"To be another one of your cast offs." I frowned as the weight of it hit me.  Used, at the end of the day, by another guy who wouldn't call me, wouldn't love me, the desperate, fucked up monster that I was.

"Get up," he said.  He helped me to my feet.  He bent me over the bed.

"You're forgetting something.  They ran away from me, love," he told me.  "Not the other way round."

A feeling of beautiful warmth filled me, then the wood hit.  I was propelled forward into the bed as the paddle struck my rear.  The pain exploded.  I howled.  "I don't want another one!"  I scrambled on the bed and fell to my knees.  He picked me up by my tied hands and tossed me back on the bed. 

"I can't leave you half done."  The paddle wooshed down on my right cheek.  I screamed.   

"Is that all?" I begged.

He gathered my hair back and yanked it in one hand.  He brought the paddle down on my right cheek again.  I winced.  He made sure he got a good swing then popped my left cheek. I collapsed into the bed.  He pulled my hair painfully.  I got back on all fours.  He spanked me again and again.  I kept my mouth clamped shut, not daring to beg.  I was soaking wet.  The fluid ran down my legs.

"All done," he said.  He untied me and helped me to my feet. 

"It's handy that you live with me," he said.  "If I need a fix I can give you a touch up."  I was shaking, barely standing on my brittle colt legs. 

"We're done," he said.  "Get out." 

I nodded and left the room.  I heard him stepping into the shower.

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Part Six

"What is that?"

I slowly raised myself and lay down on my back again.  He was looking very intense, and very sexy.  He kissed me and I eagerly kissed him back.  "Tell me that I own you."  I hesitated.  He stroked my clit and I gasped. He rubbed it lightly, then removed his fingers.  I whined.  "Tell me," he repeated.  "Otherwise you get no relief.  I won't allow you to touch yourself either."  This was torture.  My pussy burned along with my bottom.  "I hate you!"  He grabbed my neck and bit it. "Tell me I own you, you little cunt."  He slipped a finger inside me and found my g-spot.  I moaned.  He finger fucked me and I gushed on to his hand.  "Mmmm."  Then again, he stopped.  He lifted my top over my head.

"Damn you," I whimpered.  I went to get up.  "Just forget it."

He brought me into his arms.  I was completely naked now.  He licked my neck from behind and pinched my nipple in his fingers.  He fingered my pussy roughly, hitting my g-spot again.  I threw back my head.  He forced one finger into my anus.  "You want my cock so badly," he mocked.  "You're so wet and open, my love.  Just admit that I own you.  I'm being kind.  I'm not even making you call me Master yet." 

"You can't make me do anything."

"I can make you do anything.  I'm just as sick as you."  He forced another finger in my ass.  He used his other hand to fuck my cunt.  The mixture of pleasure and pain and heat was overwhelming.  I felt dizzy.  I couldn't speak when he hit my g-spot like that.  I just grunted and hit my head against his chest.  "Like it when I finger fuck you?" he whispered throatily.  He wrapped one hand around my face and forced my head back.  He kissed me and bit my lip hard enough to hurt.  He licked my lips and they parted.  He probed my mouth with his tongue.  I kissed him back.  I twisted so I could kiss him more easily.  He freed his hands so he could hold my hips.  

I straddled him.  I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside.  His chest was so powerful and well defined.  I licked his left pec like it were an ice cream cone.  "Good girl," he sighed.  He tangled his hand into my hair and yanked it.  I moaned.  He kissed me roughly.  "The rules haven't changed.  Just admit that I own you.  Or do I have to fuck you to get you to do that?"  He looked into my eyes with lazer intensity.  I just gasped.  "You'd like it if I fucked you hard, right?" 

He released my hair and smirked.  I was torn.  He saw the doubt creeping into my face and sprang to quell it.  He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed.  I swallowed.  I could still breathe, but the pressure was firm.  It relaxed me.  He kissed me deeply.  He stood up and freed himself.  He kept his underwear on but I could see his erection straining in his silk boxers. He was a sight, all powerful, sculpted muscle, the height, and that cock.  "You're so big, in general.  And... specifically."

"Do you like that?" he asked me.

"Yes." He lay next to me and brought my body against his.  His hard on dug into my ass. 

"If you want it, all you have to do is ask nicely, Pet."

"Ok."  He kissed my neck slowly, up and down.  He bit into me and shivers of pleasure rolled through my stomach.  I was so turned on I was panting.

 

"So sweet," he cooed.  "So soft, and wet..." He stroked my pussy lips.  He turned my body using his hand on my waist.  Even that felt so good.  "What do you want?" he asked me gently.

"I don't know," I said, averting my eyes.

He smiled at me and cocked his head.  "I think I might have a little taste..." He sucked on my thigh, right where he had spanked it before.  I moaned.  He worked his way up with kisses and licks. He lightly bit my clit.  I cried out and came instantly. He thrust finger into me and worked my g-spot as my cunt pulsated.  He fingered me roughly and I groaned.  He continued to use his fingers.  He lowered his mouth on me again and kissed me.  "Admit it," he breathed onto my clit. 

"You own me."

He licked my clit and took it in his teeth again.  He carefully bit it.  I came.  He buried his face in my pussy and licked.  It was a long orgasm.  I had several rocking peaks.  I screamed and threw my head against the bed.  I twitched compulsively. My pussy locked around his finger.   "I'll make you come again," he told me, his voice low. 

"No," I squeaked weakly... "I'm so sensitive."

He didn't listen.  He gently licked my pussy and bit into my thigh, not gently.  I gasped through the pain.  "Please, Sir."  He put his thumb against my clit and bit down again.  I screamed in pain.  And I came again.  My body rose off the bed as if possessed.  "Dear God," I moaned. 

"Yes?" he answered wickedly.  I lay there panting hard.  He reclaimed his finger and stroked my side extremely lightly.  It felt tingly.

"You're going to be ruined for your caning tonight," he told me.

"What?"

"Your caning.  For breaking your toilet and trying to crack my ribs with it."

"Oh..." 

Lexie's Master Part Five Uncut

Part Five

"You can't punish me," I taunted.

He smiled.  "I will always give you your main punishment in the evenings.  However, I can schedule some emergency discipline any time I feel it is necessary."

I swallowed.  "I will never punish you in anger, but I think I can get myself to calm down enough to safely administer a touch up."  He got up and left me on the floor.  I dusted myself off and stood up, feeling shaky.  He returned and smiled at me again.  He sat down on the bed.  "Over my knees," he commanded. 

"How many will I get?" I asked.

"This is a touch up, not a punishment spanking, so I am not obliged to tell you how many slaps you'll get.  Now, over my knees." 

I knew he wouldn't tolerate any more crap from me.  So I laid down over his lap on the bed.  He pulled my pants and panties down to my thighs.  I braced myself for the painful blow.  I was surprised when I felt a light smack on my bottom.  "You are a very naughty girl," he scolded. 

"You're not hurting me?"

"This will be a very long spanking."  He patted my bottom.  He brought his hand down on the top of my cheeks, then the middle, then the end.  He increased the pressure of the smacks a little each 'round.'

"I am going to spank until you are sorry," he informed me. "So this may take a long time."

I lay there with him smack-patting my bottom.  It was embarrassing.  He had designed it that way.  I was laying in his lap getting my little bottom slapped.  "I'd rather just have a few hard smacks," I confessed.  "Please, like you usually do.  Then I can get up."

"No, pet.  I have decided the way you need to be handled.  You have a stinging rear by the time I have finished, you needn't worry about that."    

He also slapped my thighs, all the way up and down, smacking every inch of flesh.  I had been laying over his lap for maybe three minutes before it even began to sting.  It was a very light sting.  "I'm sorry," I said, but it sounded hollow, even to me.  He continued to smack my bottom lightly. 

"You know the pain is coming," he warned me.  "So you better get sorry."

I tried to get up.  He pushed his hand into my back.  He was very measured in the way he administered the smacks.  He did not spank in anger.  My bottom and thighs were well and truly warm.  I put my hand back to cover my bottom.  I knew what would happen, but I wanted it.

He pulled one leg firmly so they were spread wide.  He slapped my inner thigh, then the other.  I enjoyed the hint of pain. 

"This feels good," I told him. "I'll have to disobey and disrespect you as often as possible."  I wanted him to spank my pussy, so I shut my legs on his hands.

"I wasn't done.  You close your legs when I tell you to, not before.  Open up.  I'm going to spank you in between your legs." 

I opened my legs wide.  He tapped my pussy with his hand.  It hurt a little.  I yelped but sort of moaned at the same time.  "Close your legs."  I didn't want to. He roughly forced them together with his hands.  I wanted him to stroke my damp, throbbing, pussy.  He returned to spanking my rear.  He continued to make his 'trips', slapping his hands all over my bottom, and thighs.  I ground myself into him. This was just the best 'punishment' I'd ever had.  The sting increased a little each time but it still felt good, really good.  I put my hand back again, but he caught it and immobilised it.  "You're trying to top from the bottom.  You think I don't see your little game?"  He continued to spank me.  The fire was increasing. It did sting now.  I wriggled as the slaps got harder.  "Still want your pussy spanked?" he asked me.  He let go of my hand.

 He was now smacking firmly.  It wasn't so bad on my bottom but it was really uncomfortable on my sensitive thighs.  "Not my thighs, please." 

"Shut up," he snapped.  I whimpered.  He did shift his attentions to my bottom.  He firmly whacked one cheek, then the other. Smack, SMACK, smack, SMACK.  I yelped.  He was getting into an even rhythm.  Each round was concentrated on my rear, so the spanks rapidly increased in their level of force and sting.  I yelled out.  He was approaching the level of how hard he usually spanked, which was brutally hard.  I clenched my arms by my sides.  I knew I didn't want my inner thighs tanned at this level of force.  I yelled into the bed covers.  "Grab my hand again, please.  Grab both of them." 

"You will discipline yourself and leave them by your sides."

"I can't, it hurts.  I'm sorry.  Please don't smack me any harder."

"You know hard I smack.  Which isn't as hard as I can, by the way, if it seems that way to you."

I gulped.  "I will smack your bottom at this level until you are sorry." My ass was burning.

"Please, Sir."

"You're very cute, but I'm afraid I am going to keep on roasting your ass." 

I moaned and kicked my legs, but not enough to get in the way. I shook my bottom to try and lessen the sting.  "It HURTS!"  God, it was hot!

"Good," he grunted.

I couldn't stand it.  I listened the to the SLAPS.  The fiery pain exploded on one cheek, then the other.  His hand kept coming down, reigning searing pain on my vulnerable flesh.  His punishing hand was steady and relentless.  I howled.  He did not relent.  The sting from one blow blended into the next, although my ass never did go numb.  He knew how to spank effectively.  I bit my lip.  My hands.  I had reached back!

"Open your legs wide."

"Please.  I didn't mean to."

"Open your legs," he repeated.  I opened them up.  He grasped one and slapped my thigh cruelly.  The pain was astounding, like a metal whip rather than his hand.  I pounded my fists into the pillow and screamed as he slapped the whole length of my thigh, leaving none of the tender flesh spared.  He dropped my leg contemptuously.  He picked up the other one.  "Please, please," I screamed piteously.  "It's excruciating."  I clenched my legs and begged.

"Alex, you know what will happen.  Open your legs so I spank your inner thigh or I will have to whip your pussy.  I'm not going to force your legs apart."

"Good," I sulked, "then you can't whip my thigh."

"Have it your way."  He gripped my thighs and attempted to wedge them apart.  I held strong.  He repositioned me so I was lying face down on the bed, no longer across his lap.  "You're not going to like this."  He opened his draw.  He flipped me over and brandished a ruler.  "This is going to whip your cunt if you don't cooperate.  If you submit I'll only slap you with my open hand.  Your choice.  If you'd like the less brutal option I suggest you position yourself as if I'm going to enter you, on all fours.  It will allow me the best access to your cunt."  I looked at him and begged him with my eyes. 

"I'm horny," I confessed.  "It always really hurts when you spank me, but I get horny.  I'm all... warm and sticky."

"I know," he said.  "I can see that when I spank your inner thighs."

"So, why don't you just play with me then?"

"Because this is punishment."  I got onto all fours.

"Spread your legs and present yourself."  I did as I was told.  He placed his open hand on my cunt.  I moaned.  He got a feel for it then brought down his open hand.  I yelped and shut my legs. 

"Open up."

I lay down on the bed.  "That HURT."

"I know that.  Get back into position so I can whip your pussy again."

"Are you CRAZY?"

He gently directed me into position.  "You get spanked with the ruler now.  Brace yourself for the spank, Pet."  He struck my pussy with the ruler.  I screamed.  It stung so badly.  I wanted to snap my legs shut but knew better.  "Good girl," he said.  He rested his hand on my burning ass.  He whipped my pussy again.  And again.  I cried out.  He gave me two more.  "There.  Now we can continue with your spanking."

"Yes, Sir."

He eyed me curiously.  "Are you sorry, Pet?"

"Yes."

"No," he remarked slowly. "You're just horny."

I pouted.  "Come on, I'm being good, aren't I?"

"You're behaving in a way, but only to get what you want.  Over my knee for some more correction, Pet."

He pulled me over and smacked my bottom.  I wailed as he spanked me hard.  "I'm sorry." I began a whole chorus of "I'm sorrys."

"What are you sorry for?"

"For trying to attack you."

"Which time?"

"Both."

"I'll tell you.  This is for trying to kick me in the balls.  I think hurting your little cunt is only appropriate.  You wouldn't have thought twice about doing that to me.  It isn't nice to have your pink bits beaten, is it?"

"No, Sir!"

I was no longer struggling.  I was limp.  He finished with a few firm whacks and then rested his hand on my back.

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright.  I believe you.  Are you horny?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I am not entirely without mercy.  It hurts me to watch your delicious juices being wasted on the bed covers.  If you do something for me, I will reward you."

Lexie's Master Uncut Part Four

Part Four

"I don't want you!  I don't want any of this."

He looked at me, and I could see I had him hurt him at least a little.  I smirked.  He drew back his hand.  "Alex."  I heard his voice.  I blanked again.  "Alex, Jesus, I wasn't going to hit you."  It was a defense mechanism and I usually couldn't help it.  He looked upset.

"Alright," I said numbly.  He sat up on the couch.  He pulled me gently into a sitting position. 

"I need you to look at me," he told me.  So I did.  "I don't want to hurt you," he said sincerely.  "Not emotionally, I mean.  Are you alright?"

I nodded.  I was on the verge of breaking down.

"You're not alright," he sighed.  "You know that I would never strike you like that, just because you make me mad or upset.  You're very breakable.  I could easily hurt you."  He brushed his hand over my back.  I gagged.

"Alex!" He was mortified.  I bolted upstairs, into my bathroom.  I threw up into the toilet.  I sensed him in the room after a few seconds.

"Don't touch me," I growled.  "Ever."

"I'm sorry," he said.  "When you said it hurt you to be touched, I didn't understand how much."

"No, you thought you knew better.  I am damaged, Derrick.  I am an extremely fucked up person.  Not mommy forgot my birthday or I got bullied at school damaged, clinically damaged."  I flushed the toilet.  "Mental hospital damage."  I wiped my mouth and stood up so I could look at him.  "And FYI I have had a stay in one.  I wouldn't recommend the tuna casserole."  The way he was looking at me, it was so utterly kind, but I kept hurling the words.   "I am not a good candidate for a pet.  I may look nice on the outside, I may look cute and you want to adopt but trust me, there are few activities you could pick more dangerous than that.  Do you have any idea what I'll do to your life?  Your business?  Your mind?  I am not a nice person, Derrick.  You cannot have a relationship with me anymore than you could an alligator.  Do not cage me.  I cope with life because I am alone.  I work alone, I live alone, I sleep alone, and I take a lot of medication.  I am a highly functioning wreck.  Most nights I still wake up screaming.  Do you want to hear that every night?  You think I'm cute?  I could destroy you.  A few choice words and I could break you down and leave you sobbing.  You might think you're tough but my ability to hurt people is second to none.  It's the only kind of emotional connection I know how to make, and it's something I am very good at.  I don't have anything for you that you'd want to take.  Just venom.  You keep me here, all I will do is infect you.  So let me go.  Before it's too late."

He was quiet for a minute or so.  He took a deep breath.  "Alex, who do you think you're talking to?  Christ, I didn't grow up in paradise either."

"Which is exactly why-"

"Let me finish," he insisted.  "I know you have problems.  I brought along your medication.  I also think you're capable of a lot more than you give yourself credit for, including having a relationship.  I will be more careful about touching you.  And I'm sorry that I made you ill, but you won't leave.  I own you now.  And you do not frighten me.  You need to accept that.  I think you should have a shower and get yourself cleaned up."  I nodded slowly.  I removed the top of the toilet.  I hefted the porcelain in my hands, turned and smashed it into his stomach. He narrowly dodged the attack and the porcelain fell and smashed onto the tiles.  The noise was deafening.  It was only a pity he was so damned tall or I could have aimed for his head.  He was livid.  "How dare you, Alex!" he thundered, waving his arms around.

"How dare I?  Want to see what else I'm capable of?  Are you enjoying your new pet?  This is level one, buddy.  You really don't want to see me get my groove on."

He regarded me as he forced in a few deep breaths.

"Go on, hit me," I taunted.  "Throw a little gasoline on the flame.  Light a fucking match."

"Your feet are bare," he spoke, sounding almost weary.  "I'll have to carry you out.  Can you handle me touching you for that long?"

"I just tried to break your ribs, you're worried about my feelings?"

"Just answer the question, Alex."

"Touch me and throw up in your fucking face."

"Charming."  He advanced on me and I shrank back.  "Stop moving.  You're going to cut your feet to ribbons."  He grabbed me and  slung me over his shoulder.  "You're a stupid little girl," he growled.  He threw open the bathroom cupboard and grabbed some dressings and antiseptic.    "You have no idea how badly I want to spank you right now.  But I can't."  He threw me down on my bed.   He tried to examine my feet but I was ticklish.  I squealed and kicked.  He clenched his hand around my ankle.  "Stay still, brat.  I need to see if you're hurt."  His face was all intense.  He looked hot when he was angry.  He picked out a fragment of porcelain and wiped antiseptic across my foot.

"You look so cute when you're mad," I teased. 

He treated my other foot and stuck some bandaids on the small cuts.  "You're lucky you weren't seriously injured."

"I'm lucky?  I almost had you back there, Sasquatch."

"Is that your nickname for me, now?"  He pulled me up by my arm and stood over me.  "You're going to learn to behave yourself."

"Yeah?" I challenged.  I stood back and aimed a kick at his balls.  He caught my leg and I landed hard on my back.  I was winded.  He gripped my arms painfully, hard enough to bruise them.  His eyes were glowing with rage.  "You don't attack your Master.  That is the last time."

"You won't ever get me to obey.  You'll get nothing but misery from me.  That is a promise, boy."

"I am not a boy."  He bared his teeth like a wolf.  "You are a girl, a small girl, and you are my property.  You will learn to curtsey, and serve, and beg."  His eyes began to cool from their molten state to a more even anger.  "Starting now.  I want you to apologise for attacking me."

Lexie's Master Part Three Uncut

Part Three

My eyes opened slowly.  I wasn't in my room.  It all came flooding back.  The way he took me from my home and claimed me as his property because of my brother.  My brother.  I lurched out of bed.  I was wearing kiddie pajamas.  They had fucking Eyore on them.  And my ass was sore.

"You!" I thundered. 

Derrick turned to me, one hand covering his cell phone.  "Hold on Vince, I'll have to call you back."  He looked me over.  He was wearing his usual business attire, maybe slightly less formal than yesterday.  Tight black jeans and a white button up shirt.

"Alexandria?"

"You cunt."

"Not a morning's person, then?" He walked over to me and smoothed some hair from my face.  "You're shaking, love."  He ducked his head to be able to look into my eyes better.  Those kind, deep blue eyes. He slid his thumb around my cheek and rested his fingers lightly on my neck.   "What's the matter?" 

"What's the matter?" I began, sounding deceptively calm.  "You kidnapped me, assaulted me, tortured me and dressed me in these!"  I motioned to my outfit. "You'd better let me go right now or I will be pressing charges.  That's my final offer, you wretching sputum of a man."

"Wretching sputum of a man," he pondered, "I like that.  Now, I have  a counter offer for you, little one.  You go upstairs and clean yourself up and get dressed.  Then, since I am working from home today, you will assist me cheerfully and productively all day long.  Understand?"

"You're a criminal.  You're a piece of shit and I won't do anything for you."

"Do you need a freshly smacked bottom, Pet?" he asked me.  He held my face in one hand, using it as a bridle so I couldn't move my head. 

"I'm not a child," I fumed.  "You're not my father or my owner or anything.  

You won't get anywhere by assaulting me again.  I can promise you that.  You can't break me with pain.  If you know my history you should know that."  

I was shaking hard.  I had to make my position clear and stick to it if I had any chance of getting away from this asshole.  I wasn't going to be anybody's pet or sex slave.  I had my own business, my own home, my own life.  I had worked hard to build that.  And my brother, after all these years, he couldn't cause it to be taken away from me, not after everything he'd already leeched out of me.  The fucking vampire.  It was sick, sick and unfair.  It was a nightmare.  It was a waking living Hell. 

It took me a second to register I was in his arms.  He cradled me into his chest.  "Please don't," I told him.  "It's painful."

"You're panicking because you're not in control," he said quietly.  "You've never had somebody take care of you."

"And you will?" I pushed against his chest weakly.  The pain was building. I felt sick.  I could rarely tolerate physical affection.  It made me feel trapped, not safe. 

"Just spank me," I begged.  My voice sounded hoarse.  "It would hurt less than this."

"You don't need that right now, love."  I collapsed in his arms.  A horrible noise came from my throat.  He picked me up and carried me into the lounge.  It was sunny.  I breathed roughly into his shoulder. 

"Why does it hurt you to be held?" he asked me.

"You know why."

"It doesn't hurt me to show you affection."

"I'm glad you turned out better than I did then!" I spat.  "I know it's weird.  I know I'm fucked up. Why do you think I take so many goddamn pills?" I looked into his eyes.  "I know you think... You can help me or something, but you can't. I need to be alone. I cope best that way.  And I know I talk big but you can control me, physically at least.  So I'm not demanding my release anymore, ok?  I'm begging you.  I'm begging you, Derrick." 

He looked at me with such awful kindness in his eyes before speaking.  "I'm sorry love," he whispered.  "But you're mine now."  He kissed my face and I whimpered.  "You aren't beyond repair.  And you will learn to enjoy me touching you."  He flicked his tongue over my neck.  I gasped.  He reached under my top and his fingers found my nipple.  He squeezed it.  His face was buried in my neck.  He bit my neck and I moaned.  The pain was beautiful. It calmed me.  He unbuttoned my top with both hands so my breasts were exposed.  He flicked his tongue over my nipple, then bit down on it.  I writhed.  "I've never..." I pushed his face up away from my chest.  "How do you do this to me? I don't like sex.  I don't like being touched."  He met me with his signature look.  Curious, observant, considering.  Staring right into my core.  It weakened me.  Those damned eyes weakened me.

"It's because you trust me.  Deep down, Alexandria.  So your body doesn't reject me like it would other men.  I also know that you like pain..." He bit my other nipple and I moaned.  "And I like giving it to you.  Hearing you moan, seeing your face change.  You're so damned beautiful when you're vulnerable."  He leaned in for my lips.  I flinched and turned my face.  "You are, Alex.  You're the most precious thing in the world."  He stroked my face.  He pressed his body into mine, but he held himself up. I could feel his hard on.   I shoved his chest.

"Get off," I hissed. 

"No," he stated flatly. He crushed my arms to my sides.  "I want you to kiss me."  He applied his weight like a choke chain.  When I struggled, he would press into me more.  I felt utterly helpless.  It was frightening.  It hurt.

"Please," I choked.  "Let me up."

"Just relax, and let go my dear, and I will ease some of my weight off you.  You must know how this works by now."

I nodded.  I let my body go limp. "It only hurts when you don't trust me, when you put the walls up," he whispered into my ear.