The Disciplinary [erotic fiction]

We're sitting on the sofa drinking tea when you notice the bruise. I'm sitting with my legs curled up under me, and my skirt hitches up more than I realise. I lean over your lap to put my tea down, and you playfully stroke your hand up the back of my leg, lifting the skirt even more, just enough for you to see the marks on my buttocks. You don't react, so I don't realise at first that you've seen it. I'd been hiding it all day, not knowing how you would respond. I'd promised to keep myself as white as snow for our play later, and I never meant to get so carried away.

You pat my back in a 'come on, up you get' gesture, and stand up and take our cups into your kitchen. I pad after you in my bare feet - it's cold in your lounge and I'm only wearing summer clothes. I stand in the doorway and cross my arms over my chest, feeling a little shivery.

You walk towards me and I smile at you, totally unprepared for what happens next. Your hand moves so fast, I don't even see it, but I feel the stinging slap as your palm meets my cheek. It's shock as well as the blow which makes me stagger back, eyes wide, and I trip over a table and stumble backwards onto the floor. You walk towards me, expressionless, but your words are full of absolute fury. “What…did…you….DO?!" you hiss at me, as you tower above me and I lie on the floor, too terrified to even protect myself.

“I…I…I…you know what I did, I told you I was going to the club last night with my friend, I told you I would let her play with me if she couldn't find anyone else to play with. You didn't want to come, you told me you were busy!'

“You little SLUT! You promised me you wouldn't let anyone touch your arse. That arse is mine, MINE, do you hear me? And if I tell you to keep it nice and alabaster white so I can mark you from scratch, then that's what you'll do. You filthy little hussy, you couldn't go for one week without taking a beating, could you?"

“I wanted you to do it, but you wouldn't! I needed it! Anyway, I didn't mean to….I just got carried away in the moment”

In all truth my bottom had been flogged so hard I could barely sit down. The huge bruises spreading purple, black and blue across my cheeks looked horrific, and felt oh so terribly, deliciously wrong as I lay with the hard carpet pressed against them. You lean down and grab the front of my shirt, yanking me up into a sitting position before belting me across the face again in a huge backhander. The ceiling spins and the ground moves underneath me for a moment but I don't have a second to catch my breath because you pull me up by my hair, using it as a handle to turn me around so I'm on my knees facing away from you. You take two handfuls of my shirt by my shoulders and pull sharply downwards, ripping the fabric, then tossing it to one side. With one hand in my hair, you use the other to unzip my skirt and tear it from me, pulling it roughly over my hips and splitting the seams. You don't even bother to try and remove my knickers, you just rip them off angrily. I twist and turn, trying to get away, but your hold on me is firm and uncompromising. You shove my head down towards the floor and tell me to get over your knees. I start to cry - I never meant to let anyone bruise me, it was just a stupid mistake, I didn't want to make you angry, you're not going to really hurt me are you?

“You dirty little piece of ass - you're so badly bruised now you're far too damaged to have any kind of play with you for pleasure. I might as well finish the job someone else has started and at least then I'll bring you in line. I'm going to give you a disciplinary that you won't forget in a hurry, you little bitch”, and all the time you're speaking, your fingers are firmly opening me, pushing inside me, telling me that you love me but you're going to hurt me very badly, for my own good.

I'm crying openly now, sobbing onto your thighs, wet with my tears and the juices running from your pussy and mine. You can smell my excitement and my fear, my sweatsoaked thighs fall open as you look down at me and see my face smeared with eyeliner, two huge red marks on my cheeks, and my buttocks so dark with bruises. You feel my wetness trickle down from between my legs onto yours as you position me so that you can administer the disciplinary.

WHACK!

Your hand crashes into my buttocks which are so so sore already. A wail comes from my lips, unbidden. The pain is shocking, like a bucket of cold water on a hot day, and as your hand comes down over and over again it reaches unbearable levels.

“Please please please please don't…you're hurting me so much…please….I can't bear it, don't, please, don't! Ahhhhhhhhh”

I shudder from my shoulders to my toes as your hand comes down one last time and I throw my head back and cry out so loudly the sound snaps in my chest and my voice breaks. I croak huskily “I won't ever do it again, please, please, I'm sorry”.

“You always say that, but you just can't control yourself. You need a firm hand, and you need my control. You've always been a handful, and what you really need is to have all that rebellion fucked out of you. Get off my lap and kneel on the sofa with your arse in the air”.

I whimper, cry out, my face stained with tears, and moan softly, no, please no…

You ignore my pleas, and pull my legs into the required position. I clamp my thighs together. “Open!” you instruct me. I whimper again. “Open up right now, you little slut, you know you need this fucking and whether you like it or not, I'm going to fuck you as hard as I want, as long as I want to, until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson”.

I painfully spread my legs and without ceremony you force your fingers inside me to check whether I'm ready. I'm dripping, soaking, pouring with juices and as I peek around behind me I see the strap-on - I know it will hurt, but I can't help my breath pounding in my throat, my heart beating faster in my chest, my clit feels as if it's ready to explode and you grab one of my wrists with one hand, force it behind my back, then grab the other, and hold them together with your left hand while you hold the strap-on with the other. You force your way inside me, I try to wriggle away, but there's nowhere to go to. I try to bend my knees, writhe away from the hard thrusts but you stop and say “Open up. NOW.” I move back into the position you want me in.

You're fucking me hard, fast, you start to breathe faster yourself and you're so wet. You're doing this for my own good, I need to learn this lesson, but you take a grim kind of satisfaction from it as you pound into me. The other end of the strap-on grinds inside you and you feel yourself becoming closer to orgasm. You know you're hurting me, the strap-on is going in far too deep for my comfort, you know it must be banging into my cervix and causing me pain, but you don't care, you know I need to be used like this, you feel your clit rubbing into my buttocks each time you thrust, getting more and more swollen and I'm banging my head into the sofa, crying out, moaning, sobbing, begging you to stop, then in one shocking moment you push your finger into my arse, you feel my muscles tighten around the strap-on, and I arch my back, the flush shooting up to my neck and I cry out “please, I'm going to come, please can I come?”. Your own pussy tightens in response, you take pity on me, “Come for me baby, I'm going to let you have an orgasm, you can come now, baby”. And I cry out, spilling my hot shocking pleasure inside myself, waves shuddering through me, sighing and moaning. The sight of it sends you over the edge and you cry out “oh baby, I'm going to come, I'm going to come inside you, now” and your eyes go wide, you scream, you push inside me again and again, so hard, that it sends me crying once more. You collapse over me, then one last wave rolls over you, and you dig your nails deep into my flesh, blood fills the little white marks which turn to red on my back, and you comfort me as I cry, and cry, and cry because you hurt me so much, because it's over, because I want you to do it again and again and again…