Penny the Pain Slut Pt. 02

Penelope

My phone rang as my fingers were deep inside me. I'd found this video of a woman being dragged inside a house, bent over, and spanked. It wasn't just the pain that turned me on but rather the way he man handled her, it seemed like she was in trouble.

I would usually ignore my phone at a time like this but I saw in the corner of my eye Sebastian's name across the screen. I turned the vibrator off and used my clean hand to pick it up.

"Hello," I said, and my voice came out completely hoarse. It had been about a week since I saw him but we were texting everyday at least a little bit. Over text we sounded like any new couple who had just made it official.

"You don't sound well," he replied.

"I am well," I just said. My head was still spinning with arousal, I wasn't exactly in my right mind but that is not what he meant.

Then a dark chuckle came from Sebastian. "What're you doing, slut?"

How was I meant to answer that?

"Um..."

"Be honest."

God he was going to be the death of me. I scrambled through my thoughts trying to workout what the best thing to say was. I chewed on my lip and wiped my wet hand on a towel I had handy. I felt so exposed. I shut the laptop so I couldn't see the porn anymore and stared at the ceiling.

"We have all day, Penelope," he said. I don't know why but him using my full name was almost more erotic than slut or whore.

"I wasn't doing anything, why are you calling?" I sounded rude and accusatory but I wasn't used to this. Having a person pry into the most private part of my life.

"Should I be offended?" he didn't sound offended but my heart beat hard in my chest.

"Sebastian, please," I croaked.

"Be a good girl and tell me what you were doing."

Maybe if I just said it we could move on.

"I was touching myself," I said.

"Oh you're a dirty horny girl."

I stared at my comforter trying to process what the hell was happening to me.

"I--"

"What were you doing exactly, describe it to me."

"I don't want to."

"You'll lick cum off a couch but you won't tell me about your masturbation habits?" he laughed. I felt like I was literally shrinking. He had wrapped himself inside my brain.

"It's so embarrassing, Sebastian. You caught me right in the middle of it and..."

"Well I'll tell you why I was calling then and we can put a pin in this for later. But, Penny, this will come up later, and you will answer my questions," he said.

I didn't want to argue about this further so if I could at least delay it it would be good enough. "Fine."

"Well, I called to tell you I am taking you out on a date tonight. I want you in something tight but classy," he said.

"Those two words are antonyms."

"I'm sure you will figure it out," he told me.

"What time?" I asked.

"Be ready by seven. So, you have three hours to get ready. And by the way, who masturbates at four in the afternoon?"

"I'll see you at seven, Sebastian." Before he could say another word I hung up, I knew I'd hear about it later.

***

Seven rolled around and I was wearing a below the knee skin tight black dress with a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. I had my hair curled in big waves and a bombshell style makeup look, with some simple eyeliner and a red lip.

I was standing in front of the full length mirror in my room admiring myself when a knock on my front door signalled to me that Sebastian was here. I pulled the door open to see him in a pair of slacks and a button up. He had a few buttons undone at the top and the peak of his chest was enough to send me into a spin. I opened my door further and stepped aside to let him in.

"You were very embarrassed for such a horny little slut," Sebastian said.

My jaw dropped and I smacked his chest on instinct. His eyes danced with amusement.

"You're in so much trouble."

My cheeks were heated but I didn't want to ruin my makeup by applying my cold palms to them. The front door shut behind Sebastian and he grabbed me by the hips pulling me to him.

"No, you're in so much trouble," I grumbled back.

Sebastian played with a lock of my hair as he held me. I relaxed into his embrace.

"So, you like physical pain but embarrassment gets you?"

"It seems to be that way."

"I will keep that in mind. Now, why don't we go before I make you recreate what you were doing when I called."

"Let me get my purse," I managed to say.

The fucked up part was his mental torture was turning me on a little.

***

Sebastian took me out to a sushi restaurant I had been eyeing for a while now. It was on the fancier side of downtown so I fit right in. We ate and drank before coming back to my apartment which was closer to the city. By the time we came back we were so exhausted we just passed out.

I woke up before Sebastian, I got out of bed, showered and changed into a pair of tiny soft shorts I only wore around the house along with a fitted tank. I came back to my room and kneeled on the side of my bed where Sebastian was. He looked so peaceful, fast asleep. I pressed a kiss to Sebastian's lips. When I felt him kiss back I knew he was awake.

"Already on your knees for me," he grumbled in a half asleep tone.

"Always for you Master," I replied.

His eyes widened and he groaned like I was forcing him to be awake.

"Get back into bed, now, slut," he demanded. I giggled and complied, he didn't need to tell me twice.

I was sitting back on my side of the bed whilst Sebastian was laying there, starting to sit up.

"Don't think I forgot how much trouble you're in," he said in his deep morning voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I just said.

"You're going to tell me exactly what you were doing and what you were watching," Sebastian said.

"But--" I put my palms over my cheeks trying to hide my blush from Sebastian and cool myself down. He gave me a smile. He was sitting up now so he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my neck back.

"You're going to do as you're told, slut."

Arousal swirled inside me. "Yes Master."

Sebastian released my hair and I moved closer to him. He reached out and grabbed one of my nipples. "How long do you have until you need to go into work?" he asked.

"I already called in sick this morning," I replied.

"I have the day off," he then said.

"So we have all day..."

"Yes, all day for me to torture you."

The words struck something deep inside my core. My mouth fell open a little as I stared up at him. I was a little lost in thought just thinking about how many ways I'd take his cock and how he could beat me.

"You still haven't answered my questions," he snapped me out of it.

"I was laying here..." I began, motioning to my spot. "I was touching myself."

"How?"

"With my fingers..." I was so fucking embarrassed. I couldn't even meet his eyes. I don't know why I drew the line here or why my body was so overwhelmed with embarrassment.

"With your fingers where?"

"Inside me."

"And?"

"And a vibrator...on my clit."

"I meant and what were you watching? But that is good to know as well." The way he was speaking felt like he was making fun of me. Arousal was pooling inside me along with embarrassment.

"How did you know I was watching something?"

Sebastian grabbed the back of my neck and hair and angled me so I was looking into his eyes.

"I didn't, but now I do."

"I was watching a woman get spanked..." I sighed.

"Tell me more, slut."

"Sebastian."

A light slap landed across my cheek. I blinked at him. My pussy tingled. Less talking and more slapping would be my preference.

"Is that how you address me?"

Oh... I couldn't help but smile. "I'm so sorry Master, maybe you should beat me for my misbehaviour."

Sebastian barked out a laugh and pulled me in. Our lips danced above one another's for a moment until he captured mine, dominating me with his mouth. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me over his lap so I was straddling him. I ground my pussy against the blanket on his lap for stimulation. It felt so good. He pulled my hair and I ground harder. I was going to get myself there.

When Sebastian pulled back he held me by the hips to stop me from grinding on him.

"You are so horny," he chastised.

"I've waited a long time."

"To what?"

"To have something like this," I admitted. That made me blush harder. I wasn't sure why I even admitted that.

"I knew you were new at this but am I really the first person to have ever spanked you?"

"Yes."

"Guess I'll be the first person to do a lot of things to you then."

I nodded and looked down. Sebastian grabbed my chin. "Now where were we. Oh yes you were telling me about what you were doing. So, your fingers were inside you, vibrator on your clit, watching a woman get spanked. Why was she being spanked?"

I took a deep breath, it was too late to not answer now. "They were out somewhere and I guess she misbehaved. He pulled her by the hair into the apartment and pushed her over the back of the couch and spanked her hard with the first object he found, a ping pong paddle."

"You want me to do things like that to you?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

"Yes Master."

"Good."

Sebastian was making me squirm. It was harder than I realised to admit to these things. I knew exactly what I wanted before I met Sebastian, in an abstract sense at least, but now that I had him it was hard to look this handsome man in the eye and tell him all about it. Clearly he knew I liked pain and I liked when he took charge but to admit an in depth nitty gritty scenario had me squirming.

I rocked back and forth on his lap as my nerves got to me. Sebastian smacked my thigh, making me still. Then I felt his cock, it was hardening beneath me.

"If you don't stop I'm going to make you suck my cock," he warned. As if that was a threat. Felt more like an invitation to me. I eyed him, batting my lashes and rocking some more.

Sebastian gave my face a light slap and grabbed my tit. He squeezed it and then pulled my nipple into his fingers, rolling it, squeezing it.

"Go get my belt from my pants," he said, letting go.

A video I watched some weeks ago flashed through my mind. A woman bent over a chair belted until welts appeared on her ass. I liked pain but for the first time fear zapped through me. I clutched at Sebastian's bare chest and shook my head.

"You can't belt me," I stammered.

Sebastian looked at me, confused almost. His eyebrows pulled together, he studied my face. He pulled a hand up and I almost flinched but he just stroked it through my hair.

"Are you scared of the belt?"

I nodded.

"Why are you scared of the belt?"

I shrugged, chewing on my lip. "I know the marks it leaves... I don't want to be beaten like that, Master."

Sebastian pulled me into him until my tits were squished against his chest and we were mere inches away from one another. He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I wasn't even planning on beating you like that, I just needed something that reaches a bit further. You know you can always say your safe word at any time even if you're being punished, even if I'm just being mean, for anything," he said.

My nerves eased and I laid my cheek against his chest.

"Do you still want me to go get it?"

"Yes baby," he replied, patting my ass a little too hard to still be a pat.

I peeled off him and crossed the room to where he laid his pants over a chair I kept near my closet. I pulled the belt from the loops and held it in my palms before walking it back to Sebastian. I presented it to him, pouting. He chuckled at me as I got back onto the bed.

"Come here, scaredy cat," he teased.

"You're so mean to me," I replied. I kneeled between his legs and he took my chin into his hands, pulling me in for a kiss. I melted into him. Sebastian drew me in closer, intoxicating me. He tangled his fingers through my hair and pulled me back.

He pulled the covers back and his boxers down. His cock was at attention, thick and hard, precum slick on the tip.

"Lay on your belly," he commanded, but his voice was soft.

I got down on my stomach and he eased me over his cock. Without warning then I felt the belt bit my ass. He swung it and it hurt but it wasn't even close to the video I saw. Pain bloomed across my ass but pleasure soon followed.

I always enjoyed sucking cock. In my vanilla relationships it was the closest thing I felt to submission and service. It was an act which gave pleasure and depending on how it went you received suffering in return.

I bobbed my head up and down over Sebastian's cock at a medium pace. As I came to his tip I gave it extra attention every third or forth bob of my head. The belt kept coming down on my ass, not that hard at first but as I kept sucking Sebastian's cock he was picking up the speed. The hits were growing harder, more painful.

My pussy started to throb as arousal burst through me. I continued, faster now, his cock was slick with my spit and he was hitting the back of my throat but I didn't mind at all. The belt continued. I clutched Sebastian's thighs as my arousal got stronger, I squeezed my legs together almost humping the bed as I sucked his cock. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down gagging me until I started kicking my legs. I tapped his leg like I was tapping out of a wrestling match and he let me up.

I took a few moments to breathe and glare up at him. He looked down at me beneath lust filled eyes. He was completely serious now with no light hearted undertone. My pussy was aching to be touched. I shoved my hand beneath myself, touching my clit. Sebastian watched me, his eyes darkening.

"You're so bad, can't even go one blow job without touching yourself."

"I..." I groaned, my fingers circling my clit. Sebastian slammed the belt hard into my ass now but it just made me moan.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Are you going to gag me again?"

"Yes."

I nodded and he pushed me back onto his cock, gagging me. I kept touching my clit as he belted me with one hand and gagged me with the other. He then pulled my head up and down guiding the blow job. He went fast, using my mouth for his pleasure.

"I'm going to come and you're going to swallow it. If you let any slip out I'll make you lick it up," he said.

Pleasure erupted inside me. His words urged me on as I played with my clit. His cock hardened in my mouth and he came, as he pulled his cock out I swallowed his cum. He had a big load that filled my mouth more than I was expecting.

I laid there still on my stomach, touching my clit beneath my little shorts.

"You're a desperate little cum-slut," he teased.

I continued touching myself, I was nearly there as well.

"What if I made you stop?" A wicked look turned over Sebastian's face. I felt so pathetic between his legs trying to make myself come. He wasn't beating me anymore just watching me be desperate.

"Please Master, I'm so close," I groaned.

"Do you realise you're doing the thing you were so embarrassed to talk about before? And now here you are being completely desperate, touching yourself for me."

The way he was speaking to me made me squirm and pout. I buried my head into the mattress and focused on coming.

"I think I'll make you do this for my entertainment whenever I want now. Especially since you seem to love doing it so much. I didn't know I was dating a dirty little pervert," he continued.

I moaned. Pleasure bursting through me. I came hard and fast onto my fingers. Spasming as I did.

When I went limp Sebastian grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up.

"Dirty slut," he said.

"Yes Master."

Sebastian smirked at me and let go. I sat up and he grabbed me, pulling me into his arms.