My Punishment



(continuing from this Post)

Drake sent me a text mid-afternoon Monday:

Bring a towel, a blanket. Take an enema.
No talking on your part until I am done with you.

I gulped when I read the text. What did he have in store for me?

I felt a bit anxious as I drove to his office. At a stoplight, my phone chimed indicating I had a text message.

You anxious?
You wet?
Or both?

When I reached Drake's office, I called as I usually do to let him know I was outside. He unlocked the side door and stepped aside to let me in. He looked stern, but he leaned over and planted a wet kiss on my lips.

I slipped away to the restroom for a few moments.

When I reached his office, he was sitting in his comfy visitor's chair, fully clothed. I knelt down next to him and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating.

"Put the blanket on the floor and get undressed."

I placed the blanket neatly on the floor and went to sit down on it.

"No. Stand up and get undressed."

I slowly took off my clothes. Not in a sexy striptease, but like a bundle of nerves.

He watched every move I made. Not once cracking the smile I love so much.

When I was fully undressed, he just sat there, staring at me. I felt terribly vulnerable.

Finally, he got up and pulled some rope out of a bag. He walked behind me and pressed himself against my back and backside. He reached around, pushed my legs apart, and starting rubbing and fingering my cunt.

"You're nice and wet."

He tied my hands together behind my back. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a ball gag. Ah. A new toy. He fiddled with the gag, but he was kind enough to realize that it was too big for my mouth. I have issues with my jaw. Yes, I once locked my jaw giving head! He put it aside.

He undressed.

He pulled out the nipple clamps. He tightened them, gauging my expression to see when to stop. When I cried out and lay my head on his chest, he knew they were tight enough.

"Get on your back on the blanket."

I knelt down and somehow managed to get onto my back with my hands behind me. My ass and pussy were pointing up in the air.

"Spread your legs."

He saw my hesitation.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS!"

He had something in his hand. A small ruler.

Drake towered over me.

He bent over and started swatting my cunt with the ruler. I winced in pain and cried out. When I tried reflexively to close my legs, he yelled for me to open them.

"Don't EVER fuck around on me. Got it? I know you didn't. But DON'T even THINK about it again!!"

When he was done swatting me, he pulled out a dildo with anal beads on one end. He threaded the anal beads inside me and started to fuck me hard with the other end.

"Stop. Please. Stop!" I gasped.

He told me not to talk and continued fucking me with the dildo. When he saw I had had enough, he told me to get on my knees. He unfastened the rope, which had left two ugly welts on my wrists.

"Your ass is so open right now!"

He pushed me forward and plunged his cock into my ass and started pounding me. Fortunately, I can take a good ass pounding, although I was starting to lose my breath. He reached around and yanked off the clamps.

Yow.

He pulled out, reached for the towel, and wiped himself.

He flipped me onto my back and took me missionary, my legs straight, pounding so hard and deep that sweat began to form on both of us and our breaths were deep and shallow.

He came hard, telling me what a fucking awesome cunt I have...how much he loves to use me...how I am his forever. He lay on top of me for a few moments and he kissed me.

He kissed me.