Rules in his house

I cant recall what I happened to say that time. Just a loud slap on my cheek  the world turned pale, the wet fire echoed down there. I sat unexpectedly, almost felt, holding my cheek, looking frightened, frowningly, looking upwards looking on Him. Yes, I was scared  because I just could not know whats going to happen next, what kind of bizarre idea would come across his mind. What a way of punishing of a nasty impudent girl he would invent, a girl impudent enough to say one of the words forbidden in his house. 

 

-     Baby, he said, blandly, like I was a child,  a step towards me. I see you have really gotten out of hand while I was away  and whats the best way of handling unruly girls, asked He, like I really was five. 

My eyes were lit with disobedience  whatever came to His mind, I dont want it, Im not ready, and Im not guilty  what nonsense, to taboo the words!

 All rightly, these girls get punished  said he, ignoring my inner monologue, smiling, standing just next to me. I drew back instinctively, and then, I heard that sound.  Oh, no.  So thats what he invented this time. The buckle of his belt dinged, dinged like a door lock, shutting the world off, cutting off the freedom, the peace, the salvation. 

 I attempted to hide deeper into the couch.

 Well, sweetie, you have not forgotten the rules, havent you  he whipped me, without aiming any particular body part. He hit my right hip at once, the straight, long pinkish stripe flashed on my milky-white skin, burning me. Grinning, he walked away, like nothing has just happened, took a goblet of the red wine, sipped from it, enjoying the bouquet. 

 I really went ballistic  jumped from the coach, with my fists clenched, in attempt to hit Him anywhere  the chest, the stomach, the jaw  just to vent my overwhelming anger, just to avenge the smarting stripe on my hip. 

 I almost approached Him. Feeling that, he turned around swiftly and pushed me so tough that I felt, hitting the parquet floor painfully 

 -  Thats you asked for. Moreover, the rules are still the rules.

Sorry, love  his smile has begun to get more and more grim and scary He took another sip of wine from the goblet, and spoilt the remaining wine all over my openwork panties.

 You are not gonna need them anyway  he said distinctively, held the belt, and started to whip me over my legs and my stomach

I shrieked, trying to avoid, trying to crawl away from the infinite sequence of the lashesAll I got were several more whips on my back and buttocks

 Fuck you, screw your fucking rules  snapped I, trying to stand up from the floor.

Great, dear, just fucking amazing   now I see my girl the way she used to be But  he juggled the belt in the air  who the hell had allowed you to open your charming lips?

I drew back towards the door, hoping in vain to reach it before the next swing of the beltHe lashed again, this time hitting my engorged nipples. 

And that was it. From that time I have had no choice, no escape, no hope for a mercy  not only that I dared to resist  I talked when the game had started, and the things I talked were not the best part of my vocabularythe vocabulary allowed to be used in this game

I ran to the kitchen  there were nowhere else to run He ran me down halfway, when I stumbled clumsily upon the edge of the carpet, not being able to rise quickly enough

I was out of my breath  and this fiery prelude had pretty much aroused me  another stain of the boiling body fluid started to appear on my panties, just next to the French red wine stain

I raised my eyes  our eyes met. In His sight I read even stronger excitement, and something else that made my heart pause, to make the blood rush to the bottom of my belly Without saying a word, he bent towards me, looking into my eyes, and put his hand on my belly It took my breath away I threw my head back, full of passionate desire, wishing Him to change his mind, to caress me  cant he just see I want it badly

I had frozen in a languishing foretaste when he pulled my panties against me Having noticed me exerted and trebled he just grinned and pulled the fabric roughly, tearing it apart with a crackling soundI winced, returning to reality. Grabbing the formless lace in his fist, He uttered:

- I told you, you are not gonna need them anymore

Seemingly easy, he grabbed me like a feather, dragged me into the kitchen, to the preparation table. Resistance was useless.

I called this table a preparation table  we dine, we had our breakfasts, we indulged in other simple pleasures. It served out gluttony in all the ways possible. Why I called this piece of furniture like that was pretty easy to guess  between the meals it was me to be I was the one to be prepared on it

He threw me on the table, face down. I experienced an access of pleasure, when my engorged nipples touched the chilly surface

A pair of handcuffs were attached to every leg of the table, - now he was really busy fastening my hands and legs to the table. The table was long enough so to make my legs spread wide enough.

- Nice, said Hr. Now answer: how many lashes do you want? If you want too few, Ill name my number  and it is much more than you can sustain. The vague boundary between too few and enough fluctuated every single time, so I had to come up with a new number.

- Thirty, exhaled I

- And not a word, not a sound shall I hear from you  otherwise I would have to start over - He seemed to be satisfied by the number I chosen.

I waited. My legs were spread widely  I felt like I am an indecent woman before the wild, bestial fornication. 

Clocks ticked resonantly, counting seconds before the first lash. Finally I heard the swishing sound, I felt the growing heat between my legs  but nothing happened. 

He burst out laughing. 

- Not so fast, baby!

I nearly cried of resentment  torturing me with punishment is okay, but torturing me delaying the punishment I want so much is just off the limits.

And then he stroke the first, long-expected lash  it was kind of slack, not like the one I was getting ready for  my ass just got little bit warmer. I realized he is going to tease me, to warm me up, to play cat and mouse.

He stroke again then again. If I could, I would draw myself towards the every whip. The spanks were soft, light, tender. He beat me slow, it was like hes getting acquainted my ass with the belt, enjoying every moment when skin touched skin.

After the tenth whip he stopped, putting his hand upon my buttocks, and started to massage them tenderly. A fire was raging inside of me, I dreamt about his soft lips closing in my hardened nipples, about his fingers exploring my excited flesh, penetrating me, fucking me

As if he had read my thoughts, he suddenly dipped his finger inside of me and started to move it inside. I was about to cum. It was amazing pleasure  to forebode these waves of arousal, this impending, increasing pleasure.

I moaned.

He abruptly removed his hand, took the belt again, and whipped me, full-blast.

- Not a word, baby, not a sound. So, I have to start over

And thats what he did  this time, without teasing me, without mercy, diligently, watching and enjoying the new pinkish stripes appearing on my tender skin.

It hurt. Every touch of the burning-hot buckle was taking my breath away. The belt was burning my skin, raping my body, tearing it apart, subjecting it, making me bite my lips, stick my nails into the palms. 

All of a sudden  he did everything that way so I never could foresee his next action  he stopped, put the belt aside, and touched my vagina  to check if Im wet, if Im hot, if Im excited. Feeling his fingers inside of me was like an electric strike. I tried to move towards His hand  to no avail, as I was handcuffed too reliable. A moment after, he took his hand out and drew a line on my back  fingers were hot, wet and slippery with the fluid I was soaking of.   

I was nearly ready to utter a desperate moan  but moments later I felt he pushed something up my vagina. 

- It is the belt I used to punish you, baby  He answered my silent question promptly. 

- Its hard, isnt it?

Sure it was hard. He was inserting it deliberately slow, so deep it turned on against the uterus, then putting it out, then inserting again, driving me crazy, taking pleasure in my helplessness and his infinite power. Oh God, I craved to cum, and I wanted his dick inside of me even more, I wanted to feel his unbridled entry, cry and writhe, scratch his back and cum at once with him, feeling his orgasm merging mine. It would have taken just a second

But he knew my body too well. He stopped just the second before I burst. I gritted my teeth feebly.

- Good girl, now let me taste you  the inner fire flared up again, I felt the pain of the yawning hollowness inside of me Like He needed my approval! He clasped his lips to my slit, and started to fondle me avidly with his tongue

Boy, oh, boy  muttered He, driving me insane, sweetie  his fingers reached the clit, squeezed it, I stifled. You smell wine and sex, you are watering Would he loose control for a second, I could come But it was me to loose control.

Yes, whispered I, now come and get me

He abruptly stopped fondling me, walked around the table, stood against my face.

Its too late  I nearly cum as he slapped my face

I raised my eyes and saw the passion, desire and excitement shining thru the mask of icy indifference, self-control, and ingratiating manners. 

He touched my bruised cheek. I turned my head, trying to catch his fingers by the lips. Instead, he brought his finger to my nose.

- Do you feel it?

I really smelt French wine, my own juices, and desire. All of these mixed into heady, stupefying bouquet. I managed to reach His fingers and lick them thoroughly, diligently I caressed him with my lips, tongue, biting slightly, licking again.  

Seemingly having made some kind of a final decision, he put his fingers out of my mouth, stepped back, starting to unzip his pants slowly. Oh yeah  then I saw the object of my desire finally, and it was driving me insane. My gaze became totally crazy, lustful.

Having seen my reaction, he grabbed his dick and started to masturbate slowly, just near my eyes. His every movement resonated with the spasms down by my belly. I just wanted him to take me, to fuck me long, to make me come five or six times

- You know what? See what Ive got for you baby  open your mouth.

I obeyed with greatest pleasure. I felt His dick in my mouth  big, resilient, hot, impatient  I sucked it gratefully  He moved inside of me  I saw he closed his eyes, I saw He feels really good.

-    Dont you try to clench your teeth  or Ill kill you  that was the next thing I heard, - the swishing sound and severe pain of the totally unexpected whip followed  along with indescribable pleasure His penis movements brought.

Another whip  and the pain again, and the pleasure accompanied it. He put his penis out of my mouth and returned back to my ass Yet another lash  it got harder and harder to endure that killing, merciless pain. Whips and lashes poured forth, getting faster, getting stronger. I could not count them anymore, knowing for sure the number I named before has been reached long ago 

The time seemed to freeze, the air got sticky and hot. My skin has been cut and bleeding in several places, - he made me endure the terrible suffering, hitting these cuts again, intentionally. Though, my arousal grew with the pain I was a subject to. He tossed whips randomly, hitting my back, my legs. I had almost passed out, feeling only the salty taste in my mouth  tears or blood from the bitten lips  It was exactly the moment when I was about to scream, to forget any rules, when he entered me with a single strong movement  and the scream of pain turned into the scream of pleasure. Several quick, deep movements  and I heard His scream We came almost simultaneously.

He stayed inside me for a couple of minutes

- Let me go, baby  I gonna bring some eyes for your ass


 

He undone the handcuffs, threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom, holding the icebox in the other hand. He sat on the bed, put me on it face down, and started to rub my buttock with the ice cubes. It was really great to feel the ice melting on my burning skin. The streamlet flowed down between the buttocks into the vagina. I felt like a spoilt child, like a bad girl, like a good girl  but I never happen to be more of a woman since then.