Kat was asking for Punishment

Sir

Disobedient bitch! She was asking for it; literally asking for it. It being severe punishment. I had given her the strict instruction to meet me at a town centre pub one p.m. She was to be wearing a short skirt, no bra or knickers, heels and stockings. Not that that mattered, she was not here.

Fuming I left the pub, leaving her no instructions and I went home, stopping on my way to buy a dozen red roses. The house was empty when I arrived home. My submissive lived with me so she would have to come home at some time. I have red roses for her.

Katerina had been my submissive for over a year. She loves pain, humiliation and lots of sex. She was going to get plenty of the first two, I was going to get lots of sex, she was not having an orgasm for the immediate future, maybe long term future.

She is a pretty bitch, round faced with brown hair usually tinted with henna, a luscious full mouth often accentuated with scarlet lipstick. Her dark brown eyes were too far apart to be classed as normal under which was a pert snub nose.

She stood about five foot five in her attractive stocking feet, when out she wore heels of a minimum of three inches, usually four or five inches. By modern standards she was overweight with a round arse which I loved, it really wobbled when smacked.

Broad shoulders and big tits, ok they were more pear shaped than I prefer but I'm not a tit man. I will admit they were perfect for a titty fuck. Her dark brown nipples were pierced, last time I saw them by a bar holding a heart shape so her nipples were always poking out.

Her waist wasn't as small as I would have liked but the belly button piercing was attractive. Having always had a penchant for skinny girls this was the first time I have fucked someone missionary without out hips banging together. Hers were nicely padded.

Long legs, usually clad in stockings. Having said these nice things, the bitch disobeyed an order and she is going to suffer.

Katerina

What a hell of a chance I was taking but what my master had put me through led to it. I had not had an orgasm in a month, I'll rephrase that, he has not allowed me to have an orgasm for a month. He of course has not denied himself he had used my mouth, bumhole and sometimes briefly my pussy.

He took me to the edge several times but never over and when he felt like a change he would bring another woman into the house and fuck her in front of me, always giving them orgasms. He had ordered me to meet him and initially I was late because of a road accident which delayed the bus.

I sat on the top deck of the bus, the driver did not switch the engine off as we waited. The vibrations were felt in my needy pussy. This is when I had the idea, I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Literally hung, by the arms not the neck is what I was hoping for.

The gamble was that he would drop me altogether, throw me out of his house and his life which I think would kill me. So it was a hell of a gamble. I did not go to meet him at all, I gave him a lot of time to go home before I returned.

I couldn't get in! He's left his key on the inside so mine wouldn't turn. I rang the bell which got no answer. So I waited, standing on the doorstep, sitting is not really an option when you are wearing a short thin cotton skirt and no knickers. Spring in England can be quite cold.

"Take everything off," came a disembodied voice, he's got one of those Ring doorbells so he can see me. People passing on the street can see me! I took my dress off. "Everything," shit he likes stockings and heels, he's going to send me away.

I waited standing naked, trying to hide my tits and pussy with my hand and arm, dancing trying to keep my feet warm on the stone step and shivering. I don't know how long later a beautiful tall, dark skinned girl smiled at me and rang the bell.

He answered the door and invited us both in. In the lounge hanging from the ceiling was a metal carabiner. I knew it well having been hanging from it many times. I put my wrists out and had handcuffs fastened to them which he put through the carabiner which left me standing on he balls of my feet with my heels a couple of inches off the ground.

I am usually in this situation with leather cuffs on my wrists rather than handcuffs which dig into my wrists painfully. It didn't matter - I'm still here. The beautiful black girl, more brown really, lounged seductively on the couch in front of me.

Sir came in with a glass of wine which he gave her and a dozen long stem red roses. Fuck he has never given me flowers. He came up to me and kissed me, long and hard. Why is he being nice to me? He put the flowers under my nose so I could smell their lovely scent before he put them on the side table. "They're for you," he said as he kissed me again.

This does not bode well.

The girl lounging on the couch was smiling at me, her skirt had a split up the side which exposed at least a yard of beautiful leg. Sir picked up six of the roses and with a smile hit my tits with them. Before the pain really registered a back handed blow hit the other side.

Roses have thorns, lots of them, my tits were a mass of small bleeding cuts. He kissed my tits and licked up some of the blood. Standing back he smiled again and hit me twice lower down. Red petals were scattered about and some of them stuck to my body.

A few more hits working down my body finishing on my thighs. He was left holding six thorn covered sticks. He pushed them between my legs which I opened to avoid the thorns. "Shut them and don't let them fall," he ordered as he pulled them up to my pussy. I closed my legs painfully holding them in place.

Sir went to that girl, took her hand and gently pulled her up. Standing she was as tall as sir in her heels. Most of her height was legs. Sir kissed her and starting at the top undid the buttons down the centre of her dress.

What a sight, what a body, why would he bother with me when he had such a piece of perfection. Her white stocking clad legs went on forever, white suspender belt, knickers and bra which against her brown skin was magnificent.

Her bra was more for show than practical. Her tits were perfect with large black nipples and areolas showing through the fabric. She was slim with tits a little too large for that frame and a bubble bum that black girls have.

Her oval face with slightly tilted brown eyes, small nose and full lips. Was crowned with a mas of black hair which reached down to her bum, She was fucking gorgeous,

He stripped naked before leading her back to the couch, removing her knickers and he lay her back. He held her legs up and open and buried his head between them. He gives the most fantastic cunnilingus I have ever experienced. It was so memorable and was a long time ago since I experienced it.

So there he is doing my favourite thing to the most beautiful girl in the world while I am trussed up trying to keep my balance and bleeding from a thousand cuts. She has her mouth open and is obviously benefiting from his tongue. He was on his knees on the floor, his arse facing me, I was looking at the brown starfish I had licked. His glorious balls gradually tighten.

He grabs her bra and pulls both cups to the side. I could see those magnificent nipples before he obscured my view with his hand and head.

He fucked her and kissed her. Her long legs came up and she started shouting. "Yes, yes, yes, oh god don't stop," he didn't. He kept on fucking her and she was having multiple orgasms. No, no, no, I wanted to shout.

Obviously he was showing me my gorgeous replacement before he cast me out. With a grunt he shot his load before collapsing on her. She held him down with her arms and legs. Oh why won't he fuck me like that? I was so wet, so in need of his cock.

He lifted himself off the girl to her obvious disappointment and came to me, he wiped his cock on my leg. "Feeling left out?" he asked. Fucking right I was.

"Yes sir," I answered.

"Then you shall have some more flowers." In one motion he picked up the flowers from the table and pulled out the stems from between my thighs.

"Yeowwwww," I cried as the thorns dragged across my legs, some just touching my pussy. I wasn't quick enough opening my legs. He used the roses to hit me across the bum that sent a cascade of petals in the air. All across my back, bum and thighs were lambasted until my back matched my front.

I don't know which part of me was losing the most fluid, my eyes from crying, my pussy because I was so turned on and leaking or my body from blood loss. Okay the amount of blood eclipsed both the others,

He unclipped the carabiner. "Lick her cunt clean and her arsehole where it has run down," he ordered. I quickly got on my knees and started licking her lovely puffy cunt, darker brown on the outside pink and juicy on the inside. I have tasted a lot of sir's cum but combined with her juices it tasted even better. It even smelt good! Why couldn't she have the decency to have a nasty smelling cunt when everything else was so perfect. He made me stand in the corner when I had finished.

I watched him help gorgeous to put her knickers back on and adjusted her bra so that it covered her nipples although they could be seen through the fine material. "Lay on your back on the petals," he ordered and she did, looking dazzling with the background of petals.

He took photos of her, that's how I knew her, she's famous, I've seen her picture in magazines. He helped her remove her bra. "Kat, scatter petals over her tits," he demanded of me. I picked up petals from the periphery and sprinkled them over her tits. Sir continued taking photos.

Her tits gradually were covered and sir was satisfied. "Thank you, you may go now." She put her dress back on, kissed him, kissed me and left. "Well now Kat, just when you were to be rewarded you let me down so badly. So badly that I wanted nothing more to do with you. I had, however, an appointment with that beautiful girl and you were to help me."

I shivered, what the fuck had I done? Was he going to let me climax? I fucking needed it. It seemed months ago that I was allowed to climax, perhaps that's why I rebelled.

"You will have to be punished." For fucks sake I'm bleeding from the death by a thousand cuts. Surely that's punishment enough and I have been on display naked and freezing. Of course, I said nothing.

"Bend over the back of the couch," he said. Fuck it was going to hurt my stomach even before he hits me. Oh shit he has picked up the thin whippy cane, it's not a cane, it's some man made stuff and is the most painful whip he uses. This on top of the sores I have, some still bleeding.

As he walked towards me I could see he was enjoying this, he had an erection, please put it in my pussy. It wouldn't take much to make me cum in the unlikely event that he allowed me to. I was sooooo wet.

"Yyyeeeowwww," the cane across my bum was agony, even worse in spots where the cane hit existing cuts. The fluid competition continued, my eyes were flooding, my pussy was streaming, leaking down my legs and the blood flow had increased.

"I see your cunt is enjoying this," he said with a smirk as he hit me again.

"Yeeeeeoooowwww," I yelled. It took me off the embarrassment of my soaking pussy. After several more, one even more painful on my thighs, he stopped and shoved his lovely cock into my pussy. "Yes, yes," I shouted. It was removed and put in my bumhole. Better than nothing!

He moved away and in a short time returned. He fucked my bum until he climaxed then he replaced his cock with something else. As I expected his cock was soon in my mouth, straight from my bumhole. Something even bigger than his cock was in my bum. I kept his cock in my mouth until it shrunk.

His cock was soon replaced by the cucumber that had come out of my bum. He moved it in and out of my mouth before doing the same with it in my bum. Leaving me there, with a smack on my bum he left.

Sometime later: "Kat come here for your dinner," what now fucking dog food probably. He pulled the chair out like a true gentleman and I sat down on a woven cane seat. He has a warped sense of humour. On a plate in front of me was a cucumber! Certainly the same one.

There was also a pint glass of water and a glass of wine. I drank the water, down in one. Looking across at sir's meal made my mouth water, a beautifully cooked salmon with all the trimmings. I picked up my knife and fork and started on my cucumber.

Sir escorted me to the spare bedroom, the box room actually which contained a kitchen chair, usually sir sat on it while spanking me, single bed with the mattress covered in plastic. With shackles at each corner to fasten the subject in. I knew it well having spent plenty of time on it. I lay on my stomach hoping he would leave me that way and not have my bum on the plastic. He fastened me to the corners face down.

He raised the foot of the bed by a few inches. I immediately realised what was going to happen. I was going to pee at some point during the night, a pint of water and a glass of wine were not going to stay in me for long despite my loss of fluids.

The pee would run down the slope of the bed and into my face, hopefully I won't drown.

He sat in the chair and I turned my head to the side so I could see him. "You have been a very bad girl," he said, smacking my poor abused bum. It was still bleeding from the cane.

"Ow," thank you sir."

"I will have to decide what to do with you," smack.

"Ow, thank you sir," I was crying again and really hurting but trying to placate him.

"Now don't cry, my little slut, I can see your cunt is still loving it," smack.

"Ow, thank you sir," fuck it hurt. He inserted fingers into my pussy.

"It doesn't matter how much pain you are in, your cunt always loves it." He was using his thumb on my clit as well as fingers in me. "I bet you would like me to carry on playing with your cunt - tough." He pulled his hand away and slapped my pussy.

"Ow, thank you sir," carry on doing that, I'll cum whether you allow it or not. He of course stops doing it. Instead he puts fingers in my bum, wiggles them about, gives me a hard slap and walks out.

"Ow, thank you sir," I said, knowing he was going. He will probably be sitting drinking whisky looking at the rose petals that I would have to clean up at some point.

I lay there, not having any alternative. The front of my body against the plastic covering the mattress was sweating despite the cold. This made the sores more painful. This is the payback for getting pleasure from pain comes afterwards, when you can't sit down, you have to do everyday things in constant pain.

I wasn't so much thinking about the pain as needing to pee, that's why he's put me in this situation. It could be all in my head but it's not it's all in my bladder. I couldn't sleep, I peed, I couldn't help it. On the good side the relief was great and the warmth of the pee, was nice for a while.

On the bad side I was covered in my own pee, my face was in a pool of it, my hair soaked. Eventually I slept.

Sir came in and unfastened one wrist. "Shower, get clean, do your hair and makeup, put the clothes on I have left for you." He left me. I showered carefully, the water was set too hot initially for my sores. I turned it down. I took my time, sir had not given me a time to be ready.

The clothes he had left me were a sexy maid's outfit, surprise, surprise; I knew what I would be doing today. I went into the lounge, sir was standing in the middle of the rose petals, waiting for me. "Knees," I dropped to my knees. Without being told I pulled his zip down and got his cock out.

I licked the end, up and down; round and round. Holding it tight I slowly wanked it, I was looking up at him when he slapped me across my face. "No hands and all the fucking way," he demanded. Seconds later my chin was bumping into his pants and his prick was sliding down my throat.

"Up." I stood and he sat on the couch. "Get on my cock," he ordered.

"Should I take my knickers off?"

"Yes." I straddled across him. "Arsehole." Fuck, why can't he fuck my pussy, I need to cum. I held his cock and pushed down on it as it entered my bum. We didn't stay this way for long, "Bedroom, lay on the bed, on your stomach, hold your heels." I lay with my head at the foot of the bed with my mouth open with my arms back holding the heels of my shoes which pulled my shoulders back.

Oh no he was taking the belt out of his trousers, he allowed them to fall along with his boxers. His hard cock entered my mouth as he leaned forward and pulled the tiny skirt up so my bum was on show.

He was going to hit my poor bum again. As well as the marks from the rose thorns there were the cane imprints which had started bleeding again when I showered.

"Arrrrggghhh," I cried as he hit me, the pain seared through my body. I let go of my heels, jerked my head back, spitting his cock out. "No please," I shouted while holding my bum. I looked at sir, afraid that he would punish me even more. I saw some compassion in his eyes.

"Get on your knees with your arse to me," he demanded with no signs of compassion. I slowly turned round and with my bum pointing to him I closed my eyes and waited for the blow to come. A tongue licked up my bum cheeks, he licked up both cheeks tasting the blood.

He moved from my cheeks to my pussy. He's licking my pussy, he's doing that thing he does on my clit. "Please can I cum sir, pleeeeeeaaaassssse?" too late for permission and I don't care. He didn't either when he stopped with his mouth he fucked me and he went on forever, every thrust hurt my tender behind which enhanced the pleasure. "Aaaaaaagggghhhh, yes, yes, yes," I cried in my second orgasm.

I automatically sucked his cock clean, he pulled me up by the hair. "Go and get some of that analgesic cream." I rushed to the bathroom and brought him the cream. He helped me undress and gently applied it to my body, starting with my tits, which he took a long time over and made my pussy weep.

After he had coated my front with the salve he started on my back. He saw how badly cut my bum was so he was very gentle covering it. He kissed me again. "Now go and put your stuff back on and get this mess cleaned up."

"Knickers as well, sir?" I asked innocently.

"Oh yes, definitely knickers." He smiled. I am forgiven! I swept up the petals bending so my bum was flashing at him or he had a view down my top. He was lounging with a glass of whisky even this early in the day.