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  Paula’s Penance

  By Nicole Draylock

  Copyright 2015 Nicole Draylock

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  This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature. All characters in this work are 18 or over. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only.

  Jonathan was as good as his word. When Paula arrived three minutes late, she knew that had been a mistake. His anger at her late appearance was unmollified by her presence. He said not a word as he led her back to his room. The door was hardly closed when he began to tear her clothes off. “Since you were late, you will be punished. Timeliness is important” he said calmly. She was naked before him in seconds, and he went to his case.

  The simple hemp rope that he pulled from the bag was a surprise after the high tech toys he had used before. When he looped it over her wrists and snugged it until she had no chance of escape, it turned her on just as much as the fancy toys had. When he tossed a loop around her neck and drew it tight enough to feel her own pulse, it was a little more nerve wracking, but he stopped just short of cutting off her blood flow. He still had a lot of rope left when he secured her thus, and pulling her over to one of the bar stools that accompanied the unusual kitchenette in his suite, she made her bend down over it, and ran the rope between the legs, tying her legs together snugly. She was bent over so low that she feared to move, as in this position she would have no way to catch herself. Trapped by her own gravity she was utterly at his mercy.

  She watched as he returned to her bag, her heart skipping a beat when the long flogger slid free of the bag. She had enjoyed a good spanking, and had even toyed with one of the little titillating floggers that came in cheap bondage collections, but this thing looked brutal. The whips were at least a foot and a half long and made of some dark leather, that looked as though they were heavy. She wanted to stop this, but knew that it would not stop until he was satisfied, and if she spoke without permission now, it would only be worse. How did she let herself get into this position? She wondered.

  He trailed the whip along the floor as he walked back to her, not saying anything until he was a right behind her, and had drawn the dangerous looking whip over her shoulder and along her back. The weight of the leather cords was unmistakable and she was certain this was going to be more than she could bear. “What are you?” he asked coldly.

  Paula paused, unsure what answer he was looking for, and before she could think of the appropriated response, she felt the whip lift and snap down, the tips of the leather thongs grazing her left buttock with a stinging impact that made her whimper. “A slut master” she barked, quickly realizing that while it stung, a lot, it was hardly worse than a well-placed open hand smack on the ass.

  “You are impertinent, that is what you are. How dare you be anything less than punctual” he said. “I am going to give you what you asked for, and fuck that ass till you can’t sit for a week as I promised, but first you must be punished.”

  Paula was confused at first, but then thinking back she realized that he had as much as told her the night before that if she came back he was going to sodomize her, and she would be a fool to think he would be gentle about it, but she was going to suffer even before that.

  She had little time to contemplate this however for suddenly, he began to use the lash, over and over, dozens of times in rapid progression. He began at her ass, making her firm buttocks develop a very rosy glow, before moving around her body. From the back of her neck to the backs of her heels nothing was spared the torment of the lash. She whimpered and moaned, and tears streamed from her eyes at the pain he inflicted.

  Finally, it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and for the briefest of moments, she thought perhaps he was done, and would get on with it. That ended though, when he untied her only to bodily lift her and lay her on the table. She was face up and her head hung off the side of the table. Paula choked audibly when he pulled snug the rope around her throat pulling her head back and down before lashing it to a table leg. She saw him walk up and watched in horror as he brought up the whip, lashing her hard nipples and firm breasts several times, making her cry out in mind numbing pain.

  She considered her safe word then, but knew that to use it would mean he would kick her out and she would get nothing for the pain endured thus far. Still, the heavy flogger popping on her sensitive nipples was sending incredible spikes of pain through her body, and she opened her mouth to yell out the word that would end her suffering. She never got the chance to say it though, as he stepped forward and thrust the entire length of his enormous cock down her throat.

  It was unfair; surely he was aware that she was about to break. Still, the lashing stopped for the moment, but the words he said next terrified her. “Spread for me. You will take five lashes on the cunt to conclude this punishment, but be warned, if you close your legs at any point, I will add two more. If I have to tie you open, you get no less than twenty” he told her.

  Paula was terrified, but there was no way out of this, since he had taken even her safe word away from her by cramming his big cock down her throat. Shaking, she lifted her legs, spreading them slightly. She was crying in earnest now, and wondering why she had agreed to be this sadistic bastard’s play toy.

  “Wider, I want to see that cunt spread open” he demanded.

  With a sob, she did as instructed and tried to brace for what was to come. Unfortunately, there was no preparing for the level of pain that exploded from her abused cunt when the first stroke fell, cracking upon her swollen clit like a dozen bee stings. Reflexively, she closed her legs, and even as her knees came together, she knew she had made a mistake.

  “That’s seven” he said, as calmly as if discussing the weather. Sobbing and moaning, she prayed that he would just give in, but she knew he would not. She felt him thrust hard into her mouth once, holding himself fully in her throat and shutting off her ability to breathe completely. “When you present that cunt to the lash you will get what you need” he said.

  She knew he was serious, and she knew if she didn’t get air soon she would black out. She was shaking as she spread herself once more, hoping he would pull out of her throat enough for a breath. He did, but not until the second stroke fell. She didn’t even have the air to cry out of moan, but she managed not to close her legs, at least not all the way. He pulled back, and she gasped for air, her tingling body welcoming the oxygen into her system so joyously that she felt slightly giddy.

  She was taking her second long deep breath, thankful that he was not thrusting for the moment when the third stroke fell, and something unexpected happened. The horrible stinging pain was every bit as intense as the first strokes, but whether she had overcome a plateau or because of the relief of getting some air, she was overcome with the warm tingle that often heralded the coming of an orgasm. She could not imagine it, but by the fourth stroke, there could not be any doubt. Her cunt was dripping and her clit tingled with pleasure that was beginning to rival the pain.

  Jonathan pushed his cock back into her throat again, leaving it buried, and delivered the fifth, sixth, and seventh strokes about twenty seconds apart. She was beginning to instinctively struggle for air even as her cunt was quivering on the verge of what promised to be a colossal orgasm. When he suddenly pulled out, she was left gasping, but as her lungs filled with air, she said in a voice made raspy and hoarse by the forced throat fucking she had received, “please don’t stop”.

  Without waiting to ask for anything more specific, he thrust back into her mouth, and whipped her cunt several more times in rapid succession. He finally stopped when she visibly came, squirting for the first time in her life. “I knew you would get off on that” he said, as he pulled from her mouth once more and moved around to untie her, bending down to lick her swollen bud and the juices flowing from her in waves.

  He helped her up, and Paula found that walking was a hardship, but he aided her in getting to the bed in his room, laying her face down upon the soft mattress. She knew it was time, and he would plunder her ass now with his huge cock, but she was sure after what had just happened that she could manage it. “You may beg if you feel the need, but I will have your ass. Do you understand?” he said.

  “No master, please don’t shove that big fat cock up my tiny ass. I can’t take it master” she pleaded, only half thinking of this as a game.

  She felt him spread her buttocks open, and was surprised to feel his warm wet tongue slather along her tiny pucker, smearing his saliva all around her tiny orifice. He tongued her quite erotically for several minutes, and it was hard not to moan, for though she had been expected to service many lovers in this fashion, none had returned the favor. She was on the verge of letting slip a moan of pleasure when he stopped suddenly, and rose up to straddle her legs. She knew what was coming, and this wasn’t the first time she’d taken a cock in her ass, not by a long shot, but no one that was as long and thick as he was, nor anyone quite so comfortable with causing her extreme pain.

  When she felt him align the bulbous tip of his erect cock against the tiny crinkled pucker of her anus, she tried to relax, but the idea of that enorm
ous shaft ripping into her tender ass was difficult to overcome. I moment later, she realized that none of her preparation could ever have prepared her for the pain that tore through her body making her vision go white. She felt his weight shift as he dropped upon her driving his giant cock up her ass in one split second but it was not something she could focus on as her mind unraveled to its core, and she shouted out in primal desperation “oh god, pull it out master! I can’t take it!”

  With all the mercy that the lion shows a wounded gazelle, he began to pump his cock in her ass hard and fast even as she felt her world melt into a cacophony of pain and desperation. She had thought it could not be worse than the flogging she had received, especially having her clitoris whipped mercilessly, but she was reminded of the film about Caligula where the poor man had a spear rammed in his ass until it finally came out his chest and killed him. She would have looked down at her chest thinking to see his fiendish cock head tearing from her chest if she could.

  “You are mine now cunt” he whispered in her ear. “You will never fuck another who can make you cum as I have, and I claim you. My cock in your ass is my mark of dominance, and your complete submission.”

  Paula was driven by such sentiment. She might be a professional ball buster the rest of the time, but when she chose a lover, she wanted that lover to take possession of her and use her, forcing her to do things that in the dark places of her mind she really wanted, but was too insecure or frightened to choose for herself. Many lover’s that she had enjoyed had gotten the hint, and at least attempted to fake it, but not one had ever been confident enough to simply take what he wanted without concern for her at all. She knew that men found her attractive, and she was sure that others might have gone farther, but feared losing their chance at what she had heard described as “one hot piece of ass”, but no one had made it so clear that they cared not one whit for her looks, and simple used her like a piece of meat so blatantly. Despite the pain or maybe because of it she was becoming aroused.

  “Master, please” she begged, stopping short of actually asking him to stop now. She had often enjoyed getting her ass fucked, but never without some stimulation of her clit; Jonathon wasn’t paying any attention to anything but stretching her tiny anus to the max and ramming it home relentlessly with every stroke. “Oh god” she moaned trying very hard not to show how much pleasure she was getting from his rough treatmfent.

  After several minutes, she could not hold back, and her body shook from the strain released as she shuddered through a powerful orgasm that left her breathless. Jonathan slowed down, and began to pump with long slow deep strokes. His breathing was rough, and she wasn’t sure if that meant he was close to orgasm or if he was angry. “You fucking cunt. How dare you cum while I am fucking your ass? That will be twenty more on your nub” he warned her.

  Paula couldn’t stop herself from groaning and twitching as her words made her think of what they had done just before this and it served to prolong the intense orgasm. Her clit still ached from the seven, and now he planned to give her twenty more? She wondered if she could actually survive it. Though the pain in her ass had lessened greatly, she still knew that tomorrow she would be sitting rather different than she otherwise might. It wasn’t long after this that he grunted and flooded her bowel with his warm seed. He pulled out as abruptly as he had penetrated her and lay down beside her.

  “Clean me” he said, pushing her head down roughly. Paula had never sucked cock after it had been in her ass before, and she was more than a little reluctant, but he was insistent holding her head firmly and forcing her lips against the cum dribbling organ. She opened her mouth to protest, and before she could utter a sound, he had pushed it into her throat. . She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she had seen nothing unpleasant upon his cock, nor was there any offensive odor. His cock tasted much as it had the last time. Giving in to his kinky desires she suckled his cock letting him rut in her mouth as he wished. Amazingly he was getting hard again already. Soon he was grunting and groaning and she intensified her sucking action until, much to her surprise, he shot his warm sticky juices in her mouth and held her head until she swallowed.

  Jonathan rolled out of bed, picked up the crop and pointed to the table. Paula had forgotten already, but he had not, and he meant to see her punished. She knew that he would force her, so she did as he bid, spreading her raised legs submitting to his lash. “Don’t fight it; give it freely” he advised her “You penance will be complete upon the twentieth lash slut, and you will leave. As the flogger whistled through the air and struck the first lash upon her exposed clit, Paula welcomed it as much as she dreaded it, and did not flinch. She would accept her penance.

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  Nicole Draylock has been writing for a number of years and began publishing some of her erotica in 2011. Her work covers a wide range of tastes often delving deep into the dark places were lust lives and taboo thrives. For the mild mannered seeker of a little sizzle with their heart wrenching romance, move on along and linger not in Nicole’s library, the things that go bump in here will scare you. If you are a brave explorer of the steamy jungles of unshackled lust, try one of Nicole’s stories, you’ll be glad you did.

  Visit www.nicoledraylockerotica.com to find the latest stories and news or to contact Nicole.

 

 

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