[Whispering Dom]

Today

I walk out onto the deck. This was not how I wanted today to play out. All this talk about punishments is so silly. You were wonderful yesterday, I have no desire whatsoever to punish you. But at the same time I don’t want to ride roughshod over your seemingly genuine belief that you’ve done something wrong even if I disagree. You may be the sub in this dynamic but that doesn’t mean you should have no say. Still, whatever it is, I’m going to make the punishment short, because what I want, what I really want, is to make my girl orgasm, preferably multiple times, not to mention cum myself.

I turn and go back into the house, walk to the playroom and step inside. You are sitting on a chair, your hands in your lap, you are rubbing the toes of your right foot on top of your left foot. Waiting.

“Stand up.” I say. You get to your feet, looking at me. At least you no longer look distressed. In fact, if anything I think I see a look of anticipation in your eyes which pisses me off. This isn’t going to be fun, I’ve made that clear, if you think you’re playing me you’re going to be in for a shock. “Take the shirt off.” I say curtly and turn away. I have a small selection of toys in the playroom, things that I can use on you while you’re tied up to the pleasure frame. Honestly, I prefer to use my hands, mouth and obviously my cock. But these will come in handy today. I pick up a blindfold, and turn back to you, now standing naked. I walk over to you, stand in front of you.

“A punishment.” I say. You nod. “For something that I don’t think merits one..”

“But I failed you.” You look sad again. “I mean I managed all day yesterday, with all your teasing, but I managed it without cumming, and you were pleased with me. You said you were proud of me.” I nod.

“I was, and I still am.” You shake your head.

“But I came, and I shouldn’t have.” Oh you are being so stubborn. I sigh.

“Ok, if I do this… If I come up with something that I consider to be a punishment… We’ll put this behind us?” You nod. Well I think, it’s a two way thing, it’s just as much my responsibility to make you happy as it is for you to make me happy. “Ok.” I reach forward and put the blindfold across your eyes. You gasp quietly, deprived of your sight. “Wait here.” I say, and I walk to the door. Quietly as I can I slip my shoes off, then open and close the door. I stand, breathing as quietly as I can, and watch you. I see you look around blindly. I wonder whether you’ll try and take the blindfold off, pleased that you make no move to do so. I watch as you start to relax, thinking I’ve left the room.

I take in a breath, then holding it in I walk in my socks over to you, hoping you won’t realize. You are standing now very relaxed, still moving your head around as if you are looking around the room. I hear you start to hum to yourself. I lift my hand back, then quickly take a few steps till I’m behind you then swing my hand and spank your bottom hard. You yelp loudly and jump.

“Oh god, you gave me a fright.” You exclaim, breathing hard. I smile, say nothing. “Sir?” I grab hold of your hand and lead you to the pleasure frame. Clearly you know it’s me, but my silence is obviously disconcerting. I like that. We are standing in front of the exercise bench. It’s one of those that can be adjusted from being a flat bench to an upright seat. I set it in the upright position. You are standing, obviously wondering what is going on. I walk quietly round till I’m behind you then put my hands on your shoulders. You jump. I push you forwards, then guide you to kneel on the bench, silent the whole time, your tummy pushed up against the seat back.

I grab a rope from the pleasure frame, pull your hands forward so they are the other side of the seat back, then loop the rope around your wrists and finally tie the rope off to the frame on the opposite side. I grab another rope, push your ankles together then loop the rope around them and tie the rope off again. You are kneeling on the bench, sort of trussed up. I walk to my collection of toys. The only thing I can think of that might count as a punishment will be pain. I know, and have played with plenty of women who enjoy pain either for its own sake or as a counter to pleasure. Not you. Very early on in our relationship we tried a bit of spanking, and even though you never complained, it was clear it did nothing for you, and despite the fact that I quite enjoy a bit of spanking, there didn’t seem to be any point in it with you. And besides, I actually hated the marks it left on your skin. So that, I think is what your punishment will consist of.

I pick up a paddle, roll it around in my hand, turn to look at your cute ass then put it down and pick up a crop and walk back to you. Your head is still looking around, the blindfold was a good idea. You can tell I am near you now.

“Sir?” Still I say nothing, but take the crop back and swat it across your butt. “Owww!” I think it was more shock than pain. I take it back and swat you again. You inhale sharply. Again. Harder this time and I see the traces of a welt appear. You whine quietly, and I see your mouth forming a sad frown. Well, this at least feels like a punishment. I swat you three more times, a little harder each time. You are starting to sniffle, and I don’t like the little red marks on your butt. I stop. But still, it’s clearly a punishment, not fun, and that’s what I want this to be. Never ever want you to ask me to punish you again. I look at you. I have an idea, I hesitate, it’ll be really nasty…

I bring the crop up and swipe it sharply down on the soles of your feet. You squeal loudly. I do it again, harder. You squeal again, and frantically wiggle your feet. Clearly you really don’t like this, not one bit. I do it again.

“Oh please, no… Don’t. It hurts.” You are almost crying. Finally I break my silence.

“But you asked for this.” I’m angry at having been pushed into this. “You insisted. Told me I should punish you.” I stress the word punish.

“I know… But that really hurts.” You are sniffling.

“Well, what did you expect a punishment to be?” I say angrily. You choke back a sob but don’t answer, and I crop your feet again, hard. You start to cry. It makes me mad, you forced me to do this and now I’m hurting the most precious thing to me in the world. I lift the crop up again, but I cannot do it. In frustration I spank you hard on your butt with my hand then storm away across the room. I’m breathing hard, and not from arousal despite having you here naked and tied up. You are sobbing quietly, and it breaks my heart. I throw the crop down. My mind is swirling. I want to stop, want to untie you and hold you. Want to fuck you, gently, like a lover. But at the same time I’m still angry. You insisted on this, you made me and now I’m hurting you.

I get myself under control and walk back to you. You have stopped crying at least. I untie your feet, you are still wiggling them with the pain. I untie your hands. I guide you to stand up, and you cry out when you put your feet down. I turn you to face forward, then proceed to get ropes and tie you so you are spreadeagled out - hands straight out to the sides, legs tied at the ankles, spread wide. You start to sniffle quietly again. I cannot spank you any more, just cannot do it. I go to my toys. What can I do that isn’t pain, but that you might not enjoy. I rifle through the toys. I pick up a vibe and walk over to you.

I turn the vibe on and rub it against your nipples. You moan. I run it down your belly, between your legs, avoiding your pussy, teasing. You have stopped sniffling and are now breathing hard. Slowly I run it around your hips, to your butt. Your cheeks are spread wide. I rub it across your asshole and you shudder. Slowly I push the end in. You let out a long low moan. I like to play with your asshole, have often had the urge to fuck it, but have never done so. The vibe isn’t going to go in easily and for I moment I wonder whether I should get some lube, but I push it and you groan. I push it in further, you are moaning constantly. I hold it there. You are breathing hard. I cannot tell whether it’s arousal or distress. I put my hand between your legs and probe you. You are wet. On the one hand I’m glad and make a mental note that I really should fuck you in the ass sometime, but on the other frustrated, I don’t want you to think punishments are fun.

I pull the vibe out of your asshole and turn it off. I move round in front of you, you are still breathing hard. Slowly I lift the vibe and move it towards your face, you have no idea it is there and I slowly move it towards your mouth until it touches your lips. You recoil violently.

“No! No, please. Please.” I’m trembling myself. Do I really want to put something that’s just been in your asshole in your mouth? I shake my head. I certainly have my fair share of kinks and perversions, but that has never been something that interested me. Still, I push it a second time against your lips and again you recoil, twisting your face to try and get away. It’s enough, and I walk away. I look back and see that you have gone limp, your head hanging down, you are breathing hard and this time I know it’s relief not arousal.