Punishment by Moonlight

She was sitting behind the glowing screen of the computer monitor, her fingers softly tapping on the keys of the key board. There was a warm gentle breeze, tenderly blowing through the open window. It caresses her flesh like that of a lover’s touch as the glow of the moon cascades hues and shadows of soft blues through the dark silken strands of her hair. So lost in her writing she doesn't hear him enter, unaware he's there until he places his strong hands on her shoulders. Tenderly they begin to knead the taunt muscles as he leans down and nuzzles the long column of her neck. Tilting her head to the side, offering him access, as her eyes close and she takes in a deep breath. Slowly, softly, she releases it through slightly parted lips. Fingers coming up and running the length of her jaw, just barely they graze the flesh. Shivers race down her spine at just the simple touch. Her body was reacting so easily to his nearness. Blood pumping through her veins, heart beating wildly as she raises her face to meet his. Lightly his lips touch hers, breaths mingle. Just that simple kiss sets her on fire and she's lost. If she where to look into his eyes, all her control would be gone. Willing her heart to slow it’s wild beating. Just when she thinks she's gaining control he makes his next move. Moving a hand down, he traces the contours of her neck. Moving at a snails pace, knowing she has no will against this. Lower he moves, fingers skillfully undoing the tiny buttons of her shirt. Her shirt opens, as one by one the buttons are undone. Her milky white flesh exposed as he undoes her shirt completely pushing it aside. Goose bumps rise up on her skin. Her breasts are covered just by the blue lace of her bra. He runs a finger down between them, then flattens his hand and brings it up, his fingers wrapping around her fragile neck. He applies just the right amount of pressure as a moan escapes her parted lips. She aches to grab him and beg him to take her but she doesn't. She holds her tongue still, the only sound is her breathing. Her body beginning to move to the sensations he's creating. His other hand slides in between her breast and the lace that covers it, gathering her pliable flesh in his hand, kneading and palming it. Her nipple become so hard and erect against his hand. Fingers gathering it as he pinches it between two fingers making her gasp out each time. Harder he pinches seeing how much she can take. Her back beginning to arch as the pain filters through to her brain and he finally lets go of the tortured little nub. Releasing her completely he stands back taking her small hand in his leading her into the bedroom.

There she stands in the middle of the room as he sits on the bed. Their eyes lock, his expression showing nothing, but she knows tonight she will feel not only pleasure, but pain. She owes it to him and he's finally come to collect it. He will teach her humility, just what hunger really is, and that patience and pleasure go hand in hand. Her lesson will be hard and long but she welcomes it. Slowly she begins to strip before him. His eyes drink in each inch of her skin as it's bared for only his eyes. He knows she is nervous and has good reason to be. So he allows her to undress at her own pace allowing her this small concession. For soon she will be paying dearly with her pain.

She removes her final garment and stands there completely naked. Standing tall, back straight and shoulders back making her breasts thrust out more. The nipples are pebble hard and stand proudly on the twin peaks. His eyes roam down to between her legs and notices she has still kept herself free from hair. Thankful that she has still followed this rule of his, he would hate to beat her for that as well. He stands up and holds out his hand, she willingly steps closer and puts her hand in his, placing her heart there with him. She knows there is no turning back now, that small gesture has sealed her fate.

Easing her onto the bed making her lay on her stomach he begins to tie her to it. Arms and legs spread out wide and painfully taunt. She’s completely immobile. He ponders the idea of gagging her but decides against it. He wants to hear her pain as well as see it. Thinking to himself that first he will start with her ass. He will make her scream and the tears flow as he makes the creamy white globes glow a deep red. Just thinking about what her actions are forcing him to do draw the anger to the surface. God, she can be such a dumb bitch at times, he thinks to himself. To think his little slut actually thought he would let her get away with that behavior. Treat him the way she did acting like a spoiled rotten little girl. She will learn after tonight that it doesn’t matter what she wants or needs that he's the master and she nothing unless he says differently. Taking the crop and leather bound paddle from the closet he walks back to the bed fighting to put the anger at bay for to punish her while in this state would not be good for either of them. So he closes his eyes and remembers her innocent smile, her soft giggle over the little things that make her happy. The way her head tilts to the side when she’s concentrating on something. How she soaks up every word he says and longs to know how each and every second of his day went for him. A smiles slips upon his lips and he knows he's ready to start their night. Bringing the crop to her lips she kisses it welcoming and accepting it. Bracing herself for the first strike, he sees her muscles tense up anticipating it and he waits till she relaxes once again. It seems like hours to her as she waits for the crop to come cracking down but nothing happens, slowly her ass muscles relax and at the very instant she hears the whoosh through the air and a second later the sound of the crop making contact with her tender ass flesh. The pain is blinding, her breath sucked from her lungs and then a loud scream fills her ears and she realizes it's her own scream. Again and again he brings the crop down over a different strip of ass flesh. Ribbons of red mark her skin and her screams fill his ears but she doesn't beg him to stop. At the point of thinking she can’t possibly take anymore he stops and throws the crop to the floor. Leaning down he places his hands on her ass, feeling the heat and her flinch at the pain his hands cause on her skin. Tears soaking the bed, as she cries freely. Softly she whispers through painful whimpers, “I’m so sorry Master."

"Shhhhhhh." He growls back.

Bending down to retrieve the paddle she sees it in his hand and knows it's not over yet, far from it. Closing her eyes she wills herself to control her breathing. She will take her punishment and make him proud. Her eyes tell him she is ready and once again he brings the paddle to her lips for the kiss. She feels him rub her ass one last time, before she feels the whack of the paddle against her all ready tortured backside. With pain radiating through her very pores, coursing
down every nerve, and exploding in her brain as he spanks her with the paddle giving her 20 whacks. She hears the paddle crash to the floor and knows that the second part of her punishment has just ended. Her sight all bleary behind her tears she just makes out his face as he reaches up and unties her hands then moves to her feet. She longs to be held in his arms, feel his kisses on her body. Have him ease this pain in her heart that far out weighs the pain of her body but he doesn't. Instead he has her lay on her back and she yelps out as her sore ass makes contact with the soft bedding. Grabbing her wrist he ties first one then the other to the bed again only this time high above her head. Then moves down to her feet and ties her spread open. Her pussy lips opening like the petals of a flower. He sees the tell tale signs of her juices glistening on her inner folds. All though her mind screams against the pain, her body reacts and craves it, she truly is his slut.

Opening the drawer to the nightstand next to the bed he pulls out the nipple clamps and clit clamp. She looks up at him and sees the wicked smile on his face. Oh, how she loves that look. Biting her lower lip she knows her ordeal is only half way over.

Fingers roughly grab one nipple rolling it between them making it hard. She can’t help but moan at the pleasure she is feeling at this moment. God, how she wishes it wouldn’t end but end it does as she feels the teeth of the clamp sink into her now very sensitive nipple. Her nipple feels like its on fire as he does the same thing to the other one. Her hips shoot up off the bed and he quickly plunges two fingers deep into her pussy. Mouth wide open as she feels the shock of being penetrated so suddenly, no sound comes from her lips as he grinds his fingers against the smooth walls of her slick, tight, channel. His thumb coming up and pressing against her clit as he works his fingers deep inside her bringing her just to that point and then clamping the clamp firmly on her engorged clit. Her scream pierces the air, as in that instant she cums, and she knows he knows. His angry eyes show it. Suddenly he takes the flogger from the same drawer and starts whipping her with it. Over and over his hand comes down making it lash against first her breasts and nipples then down her stomach to finally her pussy, which, he whips with frenzy. She feels each tiny sting on her most tender, sensitive spot and she can't hold back the screams at all. They freely emerge from her hoarse throat. The tears staining her cheeks, as her master shows no mercy. He tosses the flogger across the room. The lamp on the far side of the room crashing to the floor as it knocks it from the dresser. He undoes his pants just freeing his cock letting her know she doesn’t even deserve to see him completely, and then he unties her feet and climbs between her spread legs as he holds them far apart. His arms gripping her behind the knees he plunges deep inside her hot wet tight hole filling her in one solid stroke. She feels her muscles straining as his cock stretch her forcing her to take all of him. Pulling out till just the head remains then slamming back in he pounds savagely into her again and again. Balls slapping against her tender red ass making her moan in both pleasure and pain. He grips her neck in his hand and begins to squeeze just enough. Her eyes open wide as she feels the pressure of his fingers, her muscles clamping, tightening, around his cock sucking and milking him.

"Cum, my bitch, cum, now!" she hears his command. Her body soars high with each thrust of his hips. She feels the spasms beginning deep inside her and then he pushes her over the edge as He slams into her one last time and she feels his cock explode filling her with his sweet seed. Releasing her throat he grips her hair and passionately kisses her ravishing her mouth with his tongue in the same manner he ravished her pussy with his cock.

His now spent cock slips from her satin folds, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
Her arms aching to wrap around her master he finally unties her and gathers her in his arms
resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as he allows her to cry and get control of her emotions. He lovingly strokes her hair and whispers, " It's over my pet it's forgotten."
He kisses each eye lid then her lips. "I love you master." she tiredly mutters just before falling into the first peaceful sleep she's had in months.

Written for my Master

(Thank You for proof reading it and making a few minor changes to it Master)