| Punishment
By PhntmJoe Each time this happened, Jason was astounded by just how eager he was to get on with the evening. He wanted to run through the pleasantries and just get down to the business at hand. That wasn't the right path, he knew, he had just grown to somehow enjoy what was going to happen that evening. Some could even say that he drew some sort of pleasure from what he was about to do. The room had been prepared that afternoon. His tools lay out in various places so that he could reach for them in a moments notice and deliver with each, the desired effect on his subject. Restraints were in the proper positions, ready to bind the subject with the tightest of holds while Jason exacted just exactly what he wished upon them. A small smile crosses his lips as he took in the site of the leather-clad bench. A true work of art in his own mind. Painstaking hours had been spent perfecting the item. Hour after hour, Jason labored to make sure each and every part fit exactly as it should. His subject had never spent time on this particular bench, yet hours of discussion resulted in its completion. Tonight, they would use it for the very first time. Lori worked in her office downtown. Mindless tasks performed without much thought as she stroked the keyboard methodically. She tried to not think about the hour as it approached, rather, she concentrated upon what had brought them there. Lori had disappointed the man she loved and that troubled her to the very core of her being. Never before had she seen that look on his face. Never before had she heard those words come from his lips. Just the mere thought of it made her want to cry and run from the sight. And now, working in her luxurious office, she wanted to cry again. Yet, inside, she knew she had to accept responsibility for what she had done, and she had to accept the punishment for those actions. Starting with this morning, she had begun to do so. She reflected on how the day started. Jason had waked early that morning and spent time laying out the clothes she would wear that day. Each piece lay out upon a dresser for her to put on after she bathed. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room and watched as she dressed herself in exactly those clothes. When finished, she stood before him; wearing the dark blue business suit he had chose. The stockings were dark and attached to her hips with garters. Her sex was covered with the softness of her blue silk panties. Her blouse was a white button up, closed tightly at the neck by the top button. While on others it may prove less appealing, yet on her, it served to accentuate the curves of her body. Luscious breasts were bound inside the stiff bra he had chosen. She felt the wires of the bra against her skin and shuddered inside. She never liked wearing them yet knew she had to as it was his choice. The blazer she wore matched the skirt on her lower half. Both dark blue in color. The skirt settling mid thigh on her, the jacket secured at the waist. Her long dark locks pulled back in a tight tail at the back of her head and tied with the bow he had chose. She stood there shifting under his gaze, while not uncomfortable in the clothes he chose; his stare was more the pain. He stood from the chair with two small balls in his hand. Her body shivered at the very thought of those. She hated them, hated them with a passion unequaled in any of the various toys that they had experimented with throughout the time they had shared together. Jason walked over to her and stood just inches from her face. His hand snaked up her back and took the long ponytail into his hand. With a sudden movement, he drew her head back hard and brought her face just inches from his mouth. He slid his free hand up under her skirt and inside her panties. Her legs spread at his touch, allowing him access to whatever he wished. His fingers spread the cheeks of her bottom and she quivered as she felt the first of the two balls being pushed inside her. First, there was hesitation as the muscles of her bottom, then they gave way and the ball pushed its way inside her opening. Pain shot through her as it settled into its spot. Her knees shook with the pain that racked her body as the second ball was pressed into her. Again there was resistance and then the giving as it slipped inside her. He withdrew his hand and kept her head back as he began to speak to her. "As part of your punishment for disappointing me, you will keep those balls inside you until I call you, and allow you to remove them." He let her hair go and allowed her to stand back in front of him "Yes Jason, I understand" spitting the words in almost hatred for what she was having to do. Lori was used to the tone of his voice, yet this morning, there was no trace of the love she knew he had for her. The sound was almost worse than the punishment itself. "I will call you this morning, when the time is appropriate for the removal of the items. If you take them out sooner, it will only serve to make this evening harder for you" Jason said as he turned from her to begin to dress himself. Almost three hours later, Lori was startled by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She slipped the phone from her handbag and pressed the button to activate it. "Hello?" she questioned, knowing who would be on the other end of the line. "You may remove the items from you bottom now." was all the voice said. No greetings, no questions. Just those words telling her to do as she had been told earlier. Without hesitation, and secure in the knowledge that her door was shut, she slipped her hand inside her panties and began to withdraw the objects. Keeping the phone pressed to her ear she started to remove the first ball. Pain once again racked her as the ball slipped outside the muscle in her bottom. She could feel her body tremble as she repeated the process and removed the last. Almost in tears, she said into the phone "they are out Sir." "Very well Lori. I shall see you this evening." he said as the phone went dead in her hand. Lori shook her self from the memories. She shuddered at the thoughts and knew she had far worse to endure as the evening progressed. Could she say no? Could she stand up to him and tell him that she would not do what he asked of her? The answer was obvious and she almost laughed at herself for even thinking such thoughts. Lori loved that man more than she had ever loved anyone before. There was no question she would do as he asked and she would endure it all to once again gain favor in his eyes. She had to her. From the deepest parts of her being, she knew she had to. And would. She'd take all he had to offer and do it willingly. All to once again feel the love he had for her. Putting various object away from the top of her desk, Lori stood to leave. It was time to begin whatever the night had to offer her. Jason watched from parted curtains as Lori drove her car into the driveway. Letting them close, he smiled and drank from his cup. The warm liquid cascaded down his throat and warmed his insides. The evening was cold and dark. He had arrived home an hour earlier and had already built a fire to help warm himself and the house. Jason heard her enter the door and looked up at her, a thin smile cracking his lips as he took in the sight of her. He did not speak to her, yet settling to watch her as she placed her overcoat in the closet and set her other things on a small table by the door. Jason knew there was awkwardness in the room. He felt it himself. Simple small words could have erased that feeling, yet, he felt that there was no need for those words right now. Instead he watched as she sat out to prepare the meal for the evening. A couple hours later, empty plates sat on the huge oak dining table. Small talk had filled the air as the two talked aimlessly about their days events. While there was still the air of uncertainty about, you could still feel that each cared about the other. When both were satisfied, Lori rose from the table and cleared it quickly. She poured him a glass of his favorite drink and stood by his side as he sipped from the glass. Without a word she slipped up the stairs and went about preparing herself for the evening. At the end of a hall, there was a room, the room where they would spend the majority of the evening. Resisting the urge to go in and see what he had planned for her, she went into the master bedroom the shared and began to undress. She replaced her clothes in the closet and slipped her under garments into the laundry basket. Quickly she stepped into the hottest of showers and bathed her body. Lori couldn't help but feel scared. They had played before. In fact, they had played very hard before, yet, never like she knew would happen tonight. Always, always, she was bathed in the warmest feelings of love as they pleasured each other with the delights of a lifestyle they shared. She never felt alone, always secure in the love she felt in the very soul of that man. So much so that she had married him more than 5 years earlier. Life with him was everything she imagined it would be and so much more. She was not owned by him, nor did he claim her as a trophy or possession. She was his equal. His partner, his wife. Lori stepped from the shower and turned the water off. Taking a large bath towel, she dried her body and then wrapped the towel around herself. Walking back into the bedroom, she noticed that clothes had once again been laid out for her on the bed, and a small note was laid on top of them. Taking the note in her hand she read it to herself. Meet me in the room at the end of the hall when you are finished. J Lori looked at what he had laid out for her and let the towel slide from her body. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began to dress. Noticing that he had not left her panties to wear, she wondered if this was deliberate or if he had simply forgot them. Deciding that he had just forgot them, Lori walked over to her dresser and picked out a pair that matched the rest of what Jason had chose. She smiled to herself and slipped the panties on. It wasn't often he ever forgot anything. Jason was meticulous, almost to a flaw. Sitting back down on the bed, she slipped the black fishnet stockings over her long shapely legs and pulled them tight. The black garter belt was next as she positioned it around her waist. Slowly, she snapped the garters in place that would hold her stockings into place. Standing, she took the bra into her hands and pulled an arm through each strap, pulling it up over her arms and settling it into place. She noticed that the material was sheer and offered little covering. She went to her dresser and sat in front of the mirror. Lori combed out her long hair and left it flow freely. She knew Jason would not want her to wear a great deal of makeup, so instead of applying any, she left her features alone and just sat there. Her breath was heavy. She was scared. So much so that she was quivering while she sat there. Could she just sit here and make him come for her? Would he do that? Or would he just wait on her? No, he wouldn't wait. It wasn't his nature to wait for things. Standing, she knew she could make him wait no more and she left the bedroom. Walking down the hall, fear and dread filled her soul as she took the knob into her hand. Slowly, she opened the door. Jason stood with his back against one of the walls. He watched her as she opened the door and slipped into the room. He took in the sight of her and checked to make sure she had dressed in the clothes he had left her. Noticing the panties covering her sex, he made note of them and allowed her to continue towards the center of the room. "Stop" he said as she stood just a few feet from him. Lori stopped and stood there in front of him. Jason walked towards her and said nothing else. He walked around her completely and noticed how she seemed to fidget right in front of his eyes. "Be still" he said as he continued around her. When he was in front of her again, he reached out and caught the fabric of the panties in his hand and in a quick motion, tore them from her body. The fabric was sheer and offered no resistance. He held them in his hand as he continued to walk around her. "Did I ask you to wear these?" he asked. "No." Lori was even more scared now. She had assumed he had forgotten them. She had been wrong. "Had I left them out for you to wear?" he asked, still circling her. His pace was methodical. His tone was devoid of any emotion. "No....But I thought..." her words were cut off in mid sentence. His hand once again had shot out and filled with her hair. Pain racked her head as he jerked her face to his. "Never assume anything little girl" he said, his face mere inches from hers. "You always know my wishes. Never assume I want more or less" Lori said nothing. She couldn't move. Tears started at the corners of her eyes, yet she did not allow herself to cry. Her mistake, she made it, now she would endure whatever he wished to make it up to him. "You know what has brought us here tonight? Don't you my love" Jason said as he let her hair go and once again walked around her body. He noticed her hands were in front of her as if to cover the bareness of her sex. "Let me remind you. The other night, while in the club. You chose to do something we had not talked about. Never even discussed before. You, yourself, made the decision and in that, disappointed me more than the actual act could have." "I know," she murmured as she stood there trembling. "Then why did you so such a thing? What made you think I would be approving of such things? Is it not our rule? Don't we talk about everything? Share everything? We never assume that something will be ok with the other without first talking it over?" Jason was actually more hurt than he was angry over the whole thing. "I know Jason, I know. And I'm truly sorry for everything. You know, you know I would never do anything to hurt you" Lori was sobbing now. She had known from the very minute she had hurt him, still, hearing the words cut thro ugh her like a knife. Her thoughts flashed back to that night at the club. Seeing the woman, wanting her, wanting to be with her. Lori had never asked Jason about it and instead, danced with the woman in the middle of the club. Allowed this woman to touch her in the most intimate of places. She enjoyed the sweetness of the orgasm as the woman stimulated her sex with her fingers. Lori had been lost in it all, until she saw Jason standing there beside her. His face showed all the explanation she had ever needed. "So now, we're at a different level. One that I thought, or hoped we would never broach in our lives together." he said as he once again leaned against one of the walls. "Tonight, I must punish you for being a bad little girl. You must feel all that I want you to feel, take all that I want you to take, and know the consequences for the actions you seemed to feel were appropriate" "I know...." Lori said, making sure to not catch his eyes with hers. "Let us begin then.," he said as he walked over to her and positioned her under the hanging ties above her head. Jason took her hands in his and he lifted them above her head, securing them in the soft cuffs that were suspended there. Her arms were now over her head. Jason knelt in front of her and he fastened the bar between her legs at each ankle. She would not be able to move very much now. The bar preventing her from moving her legs together, or apart further. Jason picked up the knife from a table in front of Lori. He held the knife in his hand as he walked back to her. Slowly, very cautiously, he slipped the knife over her skin, letting her feel the cold metallic feel of the blade against her skin. He felt as her body shook beneath its touch. Using the tip, he cut through the straps of her bra and let them fall from her shoulders. He slid the blade between her breasts and cut the material that held them together. The remains of the bra slid aimlessly from her body and fell to the floor. He noticed that her body jerked each time she felt the coldness of the knife. "Do you know how much you've disappointed me little one?" he asked as he ran the trip of the knife over her nipples. He never drew blood, instead he let her feel or fear as if he would. He circled each breast with the tip, tiny red trails popped up wherever the knife had been. No blood, yet there was evidence that the knife had passed. "Yes, I do" she said through gritted teeth. She felt the fear tear through her body and threaten to take the very air from her. She had never before felt the touch of the blade against her body in such a manner. "Seeing you, taking pleasure that was not given from me was more than I ever expected to see" Jason said as he passed the tip of the blade down her taught stomach. "I'd never have thought you would share yourself in such a way little girl. And that disappoints me" Hearing those words tore at her. She started to sob. Tears fell down her face freely. How could she not? To resist the feelings were out of the question. She needed to show him how much she felt bad for hurting him. She said nothing, standing as still as she could and allowing him all and anything he wanted. Jason ran the blade past her waist and allowed it to travel over her sex. He didn't press hard, just letting her feel the tip. When finished, he took the knife back to the table and set it in its place. His hand passed over various objects and instead of taking one, he went back to her body and stood behind her. He ran his fingertips up and down her body. She didn't jerk from his touch this time, instead she stood there, swaying in the restraints. His hand moved over her bottom and he slowly rubbed it, filling his hands with each cheek. Without warning he smacked at her ass hard. Again and again, he swatted her bottom until he saw the redness rise. He could almost see perfect hand prints rise in her flesh. Again, he swatted at her bottom until she bucked in the ties that held her. He varied the severity each time he lashed against her bottom. He didn't stop until loud sobs came from her mouth. He went back and stood in front of her, his voice reached out to her in the silence of the room, "I want you to know that while I do love you, more than I could ever tell you, I am disappointed in what you did that night my love. And while, I wish we were not at this point in our lives, I feel it important that we, you, endure this punishment so as to know, the next time you think of doing something like that again, you will think better and come to me with all you wish or desire." Having said that, Jason went back to the table and he took the crop in his hand. Once again, he came to her and walked around her. He touched her with the tip of the crop at various places all over her body. On her nipples, her pussy, her bottom. And then he struck her with it. Hard and quickly against her nipple. Though she did not scream, he heard the loud moan erupt from her core and once again, he repeated the process on her other nipple. Both were now engorged with blood and stood erect. He did this over and over. Red welts starting to form on her breasts from were the crop made contact with her skin. Satisfied with the attention he had paid them, he went back behind her. She did not sway in her binds now. Her legs were taught and he could see her arms flexing in the bindings. Her face was streaked with tears and her hair was strewn about her face. At a more playful time, Jason would pay her the loving attention he knew she would crave. Yet tonight, he could not do that. She needed to learn, to feel, to know, just exactly what she had done. And why, she should never, ever, do it again. Jason stood behind his precious little girl and took the site of her in. Her bottom was still aglow from the spanking her had given her with his hand. He ran the tip of the crop over the redness and he traced her ass with the crop. Then, he started smacking at her ass with it. Light taps meant only to get her attention at first, then, gradually; he worked up to harder strikes. He worked up and down her ass and lower back. He could see the welts rise almost as soon as the crop struck where he intended. Soon, he worked in a rhythmic tone, and also, he left his area of original concentration and worked up and down her legs. Lori was shaking violently in the bonds. Her body bucked and rocked against them each time he struck her body. Jason rapped the crop against the flesh of her legs, in that gentle crease of the ass where it meets the leg. Over and over he struck the flesh harder and harder. Paying equal attention to both sides. Welts covered her lovely bottom now. And Jason didn't stop. Up and down her legs he went, down to her calves. He left no area untouched by the crop. Red lines cris crossed her legs like a myriad of lines drawn on a map. Satisfied she'd had enough of the crop, he stopped and replaced the crop on the table, taking with him a flogger, he went back to her and stood directly in front of her. He cupped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. Lori wished she didn't have to look at him that way, instead she wished she could throw herself at the man and proclaim just how much she truly loved him. Lori's mind was afloat with all the pain she was taking. The crop was such a wicked t ool and she knew that deep inside, she didn't like it much. Yet she never asked him to stop. Wave after wave of pain crashed through her body. Threatening to slip her into that special place where she would actually float away and be consumed by it all. She was surprised to hear herself. She wasn't moaning, yet, she was not screaming. Instead she could hear herself wailing with each strike of the crop. Her arms ached from being overhead so long and her legs ached to be used and freed from the bonds. Yet she didn't ask such. He stood there watching her for a second, then softly spoke "Do you understand why I'm doing this? Do you know why you're being punished little one?" Soft sobs still came through her mouth. Lori looked away from him and said "Y..Ye....yes...I do. I understand what I've done...I understand that I need to accept this and allow you to punish me for being a bad girl." "Very good...We will continue then. And know, that from the very deepest of my soul, I do love you little one" said Jason as he stood behind her again. He didn't tease her with the flogger this time. Instead, he sent it sailing through the air and let it strike against her upper back. Lori jerked hard in the ties as the leather snapped at her back. This time she cried out as the flogger struck her again. Over and over, Jason worked the flogger against her tender skin. Up and down her back, he cris crossed. Hard one time, light the next. Allowing the tails of the flogger to caress around her side and slap at the curves of her breasts. He was more into it now. Increasing the severity each time the flogger sailed and struck her. He wanted her to feel it, to take it. He wanted to cleanse both him, and her of the pain that had come between them. Jason continued the methodical flogging. He worked up her back, and down her back, taking care to avoid her kidneys so as to not cause her any harm. Soon, he found himself winding up and down her legs as well. With each strike, Lori rocked and swayed against her holdings. Louder and louder she moaned and wailed. Yet she never once asked him to stop. Not one time did she cry out that word that brings an end to all the punishment. Jason marveled to himself, how well she was taking this in. He stopped using the flogger and let it lay once again on the table. He stood in front of her and knelt to undo the bindings at her feet. He set them aside and stood to undo the ties above her head. Once she was free, he took her into his arms for the briefest of moments and led her to the bench. They sat there for a moment, until he felt she was ready to continue. And then, he laid her back against the leather of the bench. She straddled the bench with each leg and the coolness of the leather was a welcomed relief against the heat in her back, legs, and bottom. She did not resist against him as he placed her legs in the stirrups that were on the end of the bench. She felt the fabric of the bindings close her legs into the covered pads of the stirrups. Soon, she was open and vulnerable to him. This was new. Something they had not even tried yet during normal play. Lori couldn't imagine what it was that he would do next. She closed her eyes to the thought and concentrated. Jason took a bucket of ice from a small fridge that was in the room. Ice filled it to the top. He knelt by her side and sat the bucket on the floor. Taking a piece of ice from it, Jason trailed it over her breasts. Letting her feel the coolness against her bare skin, against the areas where he had cropped her. He watched as Lori rocked and jumped at the touch of the ice, yet she welcomed the touch to cool her needs. Jason didn't remove the ice till it melted away. And again, he did this, to her other breast. Pools of water ran down her sides and over the leather. He withdrew another piece of ice from the bucket and ran it over her sex. Without warning, he pushed it deep inside her pussy. Shivers racked her body as she took the cold deep inside her. Jason moved himself and the bucket so that they were between her legs. Over and over he inserted the ice into her wanton pussy. He felt the cold of the water as he pushed another inside her. He smiled at the thought of her heat melting the ice as it stayed inside her. Thinking she was full, Jason ran a piece of ice over the tightness of her ass. Pushing against the pucker of her opening, he pushed the ice against her. Giving way to his persistence, the ice her opening and pushed deep into her bottom. Once again, Jason did this over and over. Lori moaned louder and louder each time he pushed the ice into her ass. He slipped a finger into her pussy and let the water start to move out of her, all the while he kept filling her bottom. Pain shot through Lori like she had never felt before. Pain from the cold of the ice, of being roughly entered by the frozen pieces. All of it. She was being filled with it. She could feel the numbness in both her pussy and her ass. She shivered as waves swept through her. She wanted him to as she couldn't take much more of the cold. But he didn't. As the water ran from her sex, he filled her over and over with more fresh ice. And not just in her pussy. He did the same in her ass. Repeatedly filling her with ice, then opening her to let the water run out of her. She was losing herself now and felt herself drift in the pain. And she also could feel herself need to orgasm, to cum. The filling was pleasuring her and she needed release. Jason stopped and took the bucket of ice back to the small fridge. Replacing the bucket he withdrew to large items. Lori struggled to see what filled his hand. She tensed in her bonds as he knelt in front of her. Fear tingled through her body. What more could she take? Before she could answer that, she felt her pussy being invaded by the large frozen object. Plunged deep inside her, Lori could do nothing but scream as she was taken by the dildo, shaped in ice. Jason pumped her hard with it. He plunged it deep into her over and over. Literally taking her with the object. With his other hand, he pushed the second identical object against her bottom and felt the resistance before it plunged into her ass. And with that, he began to take both her openings. Over and over he withdrew each object, then sent it plunging back into her. Lori shook and screamed as wave after wave of passion swept her away in a climax she never felt before. For what seemed like an eternity he took her and she kept cumming. Finally, in one last hard motion, he plunged both toys deep into her and let her fulfill her climax. Lori's body went taught with pleasure and shook as the orgasm took her away. She screamed and cried as the pleasure overwhelmed her body. Jason withdrew each and went to kneel by her side. After a long while, Jason removed the bonds that held Lori secure and pulled her into his lap. Holding her, he ran his hands through her hair and held her. Gently rocking her and re assuring her of his overwhelming love for her. He kissed her everywhere he could. Her lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, and then fully and deeply on her lips. Breaking the kiss, he held her face in his hands. Softly he told her, "I love you my precious little girl. With all that I have and all that I am. Never again do I wish to punish you like that." < br> Lori smiled up and him and nodded "I understand why you did though my love and I promise to love you and be open with you always." Lori kissed him again and they sat there, holding each other, long into the night. They had crossed the line between punishment and pain, between agony and ecstasy. Maybe somewhere in all that, they would find a point where all of this would become pleasurable to them both. Till that time, each knew, deep inside, where this punishment had taken them. Copyright 2001 PhantomJoe |