The Punishment

Ripples of fear and anticipated dread shiver across your skin, forming it to goosebumps. You keep your eyes focused on a spot on the wall before you, breathing shallow, as if to keep the panic that tightens its relentless hold on your mind at bay.

You wait.

Tense as He circles into your peripheral vision, his boot heels clicking off the steps as he nears you. His eyes, glacier orbs of deep blue rake upwards over your exposed body to pierce your own. His voice, in direct contrast to the coldness of his look, is almost soft, warm in its tone, "anything to tell me, slave?"

Your lungs convulse around a decided lack of air as your nipple is suddenly twisted almost completely around in the grip of his two fingers, his eyes never leaving yours as you struggle to contain the biting pain.

"No Sir, this slave has nothing to say, Sir"

His lip curls into a half smile, you shiver again, knowing that look doesn't bode well for you.

He releases your nipple, his hand turning and sharply laying across the side of your breast in a stinging slap that rocks your form, your pale skin instantly flaming red with his hand print. The motion continues as he back hands the other breast, his ring catching the edge of your nipple in passing, jerkin the tender skin and sending a knee weakening spike of pain directly to your core. You bite your lip, choking on a whimper, not daring to make a sound in the face of his sadistic delight.

"Tell me why you are here, slave." His gaze boring into your own, your heart racing from the mingled pain and guilt.

You flinch, lowering the direction of your gaze slightly, looking just past his ear to the wall, knowing better than to lower your eyes. You feel the heat crawl up your skin, shading it in hues of pink humiliation, your throat clenching around the words as you answer "because this slave disobeyed you Sir, and didn't think before she stated she wanted something, and is being punished for it, Sir", head snaps to the right as his palm connects with your cheek.

Your whole body becomes rigid, your eyes meeting his in a blaze of anger and rebellion, a low hissing growl slipping from your clenched teeth. Eyes narrow, becoming slits in response to your own, his voice low and grating "Look at me, girl always, and get that 'fuck you' look off your face before I slap it off too."

You struggle to contain the rage, the litiney going through your mind, 'I can't believe he slapped me', you deliberately stare at his cheek, not quite meeting his eyes as your features smooth and become stoic, showing nothing. You rock slightly on your toes, your legs beginning to quiver from the prolonged stance he requested of you, your cheek throbbing with every beat of your racing heart. He steps back, drawing your focus to him, away from your inner anger. He stares, his eyes locking on you, almost glaring in intensity as he removes a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. He goes through the ritual of shaking one out and placing it to his lips, and sparking the lighter, the flame leaping up into the air, flickering a shadowed dance across his features. Your eyes lower to the flame quickly, your breath catching in your throat at the implications. Lifting your eyes to him, you watch, your body tensing again, waiting to see what you will have to endure for him next. He inhales deeply off the cigarette, lowering the flame just slightly. You watch his eyes, much as a rabbit mesmerized by a snake, the curling smoke of his exhalation drifting upwards between us. He moves the lighter, drawing it slowly under your breast, the heat from the flame seeming to scorch the skin on the slow pass. Drawing you up higher on your toes to get away from the burn, your eyes flaring wide in shock, your elbows coming inwards as your body bows, "drop those hands and you get three more days to your punishment, girl!" he barks out coldly.

The lighter moves, the flame passing across your nipples quickly, to quick to burn, but slow enough to feel them tighten and harden at the sudden sensation of extreme heat to skin.

Again you hiss through your teeth, shaking now with the enforced tightness of all major muscle groups in your body. He lowers the flame again, just under the engorged nipple of your right breast, the flame seeming to grow taller, as if it wanted to consume and lick across the flesh above it, the pain, your mind bursts with the pain, your skin, fire, its on fire. You arch backwards, shuddering away from the licking flame just as he lowers it away. Your mouth opens in a pant, your voice rasping out "please Sir, please."

His eyes blaze coldly into yours "please what?"

You straighten again, tears filming your eyes from the pain and the guilt you bear for not being able to take it quietly, like you should. "Speak girl, " he snaps. You jump in place, opening and closing your mouth rapidly, "I..nothing Sir" you choke out.

Jerk forward, curling over slightly as his hand comes down on the tender breast , his fingers sharply slapping the edge and nipple hard, unable to stop the whimpers that come from your throat.

"You start to speak, finish it!" he growled , raising his hand again. "Sorry Sir, this girls sorry, she had no right to speak out during punishment" you cringe away from him slightly, your body hunching in on itself, knowing you have breached a very important lesson first taught to you. He snaps the lighter shut, stuffing it into his pocket as he reaches for your jaw. He lifts your chin, his fingers pressing in deeply, right at the juncture, forcing your mouth open. Your mouth parts quickly, in attempt to ease the force of his fingers. He reaches over and picks up a ballgag, forcing it into your mouth, stretching your jaw wider than imagined, the ache only increasing as the ball is wedged behind your teeth. He chuckles dryly as he buckles it tightly to the back of your head "maybe this will serve to remind you".

He moves behind you, his hand coming down hard on your ass, you jerk forward onto your toes at the sudden sting, the gag muffling a surprised cry. He reaches around his hand gripping your cunt harshly, as he starts raining blows on your ass, thighs, upper back, using only his hand and his strength, the blows falling like heavy steel against your skin.

You twist and turn in his grasp, whimpering pathetically behind the gag, the drool forming around the edges of your stretched lips. His fingers part your labia lips and drive into your wetness, his arm lifting, your body helpless but to follow as he keeps slapping his hand down on your exposed backside. You groan, arching your back, wanting to escape this relentless torture, the stinging blows that send short bursts of pain through you, the driving fingers that threaten to pierce your core. You scream out behind the gag, choking on the pooling saliva as his hand leaves your cunt only to return with a forceful slap, your knees faltering from the intensity of the pain, "On your toes, girl!" You struggle to arch back up onto your toes, the tears flowing freely now, your breath harshly whistling as you suck in air inhibited by the gag. Again he viciously drives his fingers into you, pressing against your side, his hand still raining brutal blows to your ass. He works your clit rapidly with his thumb, his strokes fast and fierce, your body quivering with the strain of trying to assimilate the combined pain and pleasure. He growls low in your ear "you will not cum, do you understand?"

Your eyes close, giving yourself over to this losing battle, yeilding towards the blows, welcoming the pain, wanting it, anything to draw your attention away from the mounting tightness coiling into your body. Throwing your head back with a muffled cry, your body shakes hard as you try to stop the inevitable, his slaps and stroking almost becoming frenzied now, as if to force you to deny his words. Screaming out behind the gag, you fall forward, your knees buckling. He yanks his hand out, slapping your wet cunt hard, the sound of wet flesh reaching your buzzing ears as the pain rockets through you yet again. Your head lowers in shame, tortured sobs wracking your body. He wipes his fingers off in a swipe across your stomach. You sink to your knees, curling forward into yourself, gulping for air. He undoes the gag, jerking it from your mouth and tossing it aside. His words rip across your conscious as his speaks in a flat cold tone "I'm done with you slave"

You fall to your side, curling into a fetal position, wrapping your arms around your knees, cradling the misery to you like a child, whispering over and over in a strangled voice "thank you Sir, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Your eyes close as his boot heels once more click off his steps, only this time away from you.