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Collected by Djian
updated may 24 - 2008
Another story by Lewis Chappelle
(M/f, cons, slavery, whipping)
The Rebuke
by Lewis Chappelle
(a short story of love and reassuring punishment)
I had told you to go into your closet, put on your five inch, stiletto, heels, lube your ass and cunt and then get your naked self out on the balcony which is attached to my second story master bedroom. You were to stand and wait for me with your legs spread, your hands behind your back, tits high and look across the large, negative edge pool, into the dense valley in the distance.
You waited and waited, and finally you sensed my presence behind you.
"Don't say a word or make a sound tonight, slave girl," I whispered to you.
"Oh, no. He’s in one of his moods," you think. "He’s going to taunt me to tears, isn't he?"
You felt my waking cock press gently into the middle of your ass crack and heard me say "Touch my cock, slave. Grab it with both hands and make me hard."
While you were entertaining my cock; your full tits were thrust enticingly in front of you. I reached to feel them. Your nipples grew hard. As I lifted the heft of your tits, my cock grew and your breathing took on a different pattern. When I slipped my thumbs and forefingers over your nipples, your breathing stopped altogether, anticipating the pressure I was going to apply to them.
Since you normally moan is sexual ecstasy when I tease your nipples, I realized you were restraining yourself as I had commanded. When I told you to fold your arms across your body and over my hands, you squeezed your tits together to give extra fullness to those smooth, magnificent orbs. I squeezed your nipples even harder and began to twist them aggressively - still I heard no sound from you even though your ass pressed backward into my now fully engorged cock.
"Reach around and spread your delicious ass cheeks for me, slave girl so I can fuck you there," I whispered again huskily. "Lucky for you it's I had you make it nice and slick for me."
We were obviously meant for each other, as my cock slid into you easily, even as we stood there. Once my cock was fully seated in you, I held still.
"Now, slave girl, let's see if you are wet. Reach around and spread your cunt lips with your fingers. Dip the index fingers of both hands in your cunt. Tell me if your juices are running.
"Taste your own juices for me. Then, get both fingers in your mouth and milk them - clean them, for me.
"Now, it's time to pinch your clit, slave girl. Go slowly! Don’t cum! But, drive that baby crazy, while I fuck your ass. Move on me, and give me the ride of my life."
As I fucked your ass, I continued to torment your tits. You glanced over your shoulder pleadingly, for the first time, seeming to request permission to cum.
I removed my hands from your tits and grabbed your hips so I could exercise greater control of your body, and start the rhythm and pace I want.
You looked over your shoulder, again, quietly, with anxious, yet submissive, eyes. But, I gave you no assurance that your own pleasure was even remotely on my mind. I saw you shut your eyes and turn your head back in silent acknowledgement that your service tonight, as my slave, was not going to be over any time soon even as you worked your clit hard.
I told you to stop the frenetic activity on your clit and to begin sucking your sticky, cunt juice, filled fingers. I could feel the sag in your shoulders at the realization that I was going to withhold your cums still longer.
“Are you ready to suffer for me tonight, slave, I asked you quietly.
“Master, I’m always ready to suffer for you, Sir, if it makes you happy, Sir.”
“Go to the ‘tack’ room, and bring me back a whip, a crop and a good flogger, slave. Move slow! Strut! Let me see those nifty legs, skinny belly and hips, and shapely ass roll provocatively, for me.”
I knew from experience that just the thought of going into the ‘tack’ room, which was really just a small closet which held all of the implements of your torment, was going to make your juices run wild.
You took a deep breath to fill you lungs and raise your firm tits for my viewing pleasure. You were going to give me a good show and hide the fact that you were awfully afraid of the torment I was sure to wreak on your hapless body solely for the benefit of my erotic amusement.
“Now, let’s see, we have a crop, a single tail whip, and a nice leather flogger and we have your tits, your ass and your cunt. Which of these fine instruments of pain do you choose for me to use on each of those tender body parts, my beautiful slave girl?” I asked quite sincerely.
“Geez, Master, do you really want me to decide the instruments of my own torture here? Please Sir, just beat me as you want to, but don’t make me pick.”
“You didn’t think that attitude was going to work on me today, now did you?
“That’s the joy of being the Master, my dearest slave girl. I get to fuck with your mind and your body. I get to beat on your emotions and on your flesh. Isn’t that what you bargained for when you signed on to be my slave girl? So pick!”
“Well, okay, if that’s the way you want to be. Do my ass with the single tail, Do my tits with the flogger, and whip my cunt with the small crop. Does that do it for you, Master?”
“That’s the second time in short order that you have been insolent and disrespectful to me, Slave. Don’t ever get sassy, and bratty, slave girl! You could be in for a long and painful night if you don’t get a civil tone mighty quick, slave. Is that clear?” I said harshly, as I raised my voice to her.
“Oh, Master, I’m so sorry, that’s not the way I want to be. I want to be the best slave girl, the most deferential slave, you could ever want to have. You’ve never been angry with me before, Master, and I am so very sorry, Sir.”
I could see you were upset. Your voice began to quiver and you fell to the deck on your knees, with your ass raised high. You began to sob bitterly.
“Please, Sir, punish me hard with those whips. Beat the sassiness out of me, Sir. Give me welts so I won’t forget. Make me suffer for being a bratty slave girl. Make me suffer for you, Sir. Forgive me, Master, I am so very sorry.”
Your voice rang strong and loud. It seemed to reverberate into the valley below. I knew you were sincere and were crest fallen by my rebuke. You wanted to be obedient out of your love for me; not out of fear. Yet, you needed the whip to give you re-assurance of your identity. I knew you really needed the whip more than I wanted to wield it on you.
When the first slash of the single tail landed harshly on your ass, you actually began to quiet down. I was right. You did need the whip.
I must have hit you thirty times, leaving only ten lasting welts on your smooth ass and across the back of your thighs, but that seemed to do the trick.
I told you to get off your knees up and kiss me. I assured you that you had been forgiven and that I didn’t need to whip you further. Your bone crushing hugs and savory, mouth filling, juicy kisses were as passionate as ever I had received from you.
“I hope you are ready to get properly fucked, slave girl,” I said in a very reassuring manner. “Now go and lay on the bed with your legs spread wide. Hold up your sore and sorry ass with your hands from underneath, so my cock will have a perfect shot into your hot cunt.
The tension in your body was palpable and the juices oozed down your thighs when I came to you. Your were indeed ready.
“You really are a very bad, slave girl, do you know that?” I said with a wry smile.
You knew that your pleasure would be forthcoming and I noticed an increased tension in your body as you wanted to make sure I was getting the satisfaction to which I was entitled.
The End
The author appreciates comments received from my readers, at biggreek100@aol.com, especially those from submissive women who enjoy my work.
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