I don't know where I am; only that my wrists are tied behind my back ,my ankles are tied together, and I'm blind folded and gagged. My head feels slightly fuzzy, but nothing hurts. I move and immediately try not to fall as my body feels like it's spinning. I choke back a giggle as I remember you can't fall when you’re on the floor and whatever I'm lying on isn't soft enough to be furniture. I lie still for a while and fade in and out of sleep. About the fourth time I wake up and I'm not so fuzzy. I try moving and find that my feet are tied together and tied to something else. I work on my wrists, but I can't find the knot and with my feet tied down I can't get my hands in front of me to pull off the gag and blind. I struggle with the knots for a little longer.

Suddenly I hear a door open and see light around the edges. I hear footsteps, heels to be exact, and I shiver. I’m wondering what I've gotten myself into this time. I hold still and pretend I'm still asleep.

The footsteps come closer and stop inches from me. I hear rustling as the

someone leans down and I try not to flinch as their hand touches my face gently. Their fingers rub my cheek tenderly for a few moments and I relax. The hand disappears for only a few seconds to come back as a slap. I yelp and do my best to wriggle away only to be dragged back by the back collar of my button down shirt. A hand runs fingers through my hair before balling into a fist and pulling my head back.

“Hold still.” She says sinisterly in my ear. I go shock stiff in a second.

“that's better.” She says softly, sweetly, as she lets my hair go. My breathing is ragged as her hand brushes the rest of my hair out of my face. Her fingers trace my ear and I bite my lip trying not to turn red and turn my face away. She laughs.

She pulls me up so that I'm standing, wobbling really, my balance shot. I hear a familiar snick and flinch.

“You would recognize that wouldn't you.” She says. I feel a slim blade slide across my skin and can imagine her grinning as I shiver.

Her hand bunches the shirt near my throat to hold me up. I can feel my nipples pebble and I wonder what happened to my bra.

“You have the most interesting collection of toys.” She says. Now I know where we are. The basement. MY basement. I growl through the cloth.

She lets me go and I fall forward landing bent over what feels like the side of a couch.

“That wasn't very nice.” She says swatting my ass. It isn’t very hard, at least not through my slacks and my panties. I jerked and tried not to let myself get wet, knowing it had already happened any ways. I wriggled and tried to do something, I didn't feel like I could just sit there. I felt the tip of the knife at the base of my neck and went still again.

“I thought I said hold still.” She said sounding angry again. She jerked the knife down but instead of cutting through my shirt she put the blade between my pants and my skin and left the hilt of it sticking out. She stood me up and scolded me as her arms went around me and undid my belt. I shivered and tried not to make a sound. Silently I was still pulling on my wrists hoping to get enough give to slip through. The belt hit my ass, pressing the flat of the blade into my crotch. I didn't squeak and I held still, irked at having my own knife used against me in my own basement.

She hummed angrily. I gasped when the knife turned sideways and she pulled it through my pants sending them to my ankles. My panties went next and I did my best to cross my legs and hide my front. I didn't care if she saw my ass. But I felt bare for some reason.

She pushed me forward again this time my feet left the ground. Only by a few inches as they were still tied to something on the floor but enough to make me unable to stand on my own. I wriggled a little trying to get comfy and went still as her hand rested in the small of my back.

“You’re not being very good for me.” She said rubbing the belt along my ass cheeks.

“Are you trying to get into more trouble?” I wonder which thing I did that I'm in trouble for this time.

“You've been especially pesky this week.” I grinned and giggled, remembering a few of my tricks.

“Laughing at the wrong times.” *Whack* I jumped.

“The smug comments on various moments.” *Whack* I jumped again.

She listed my pranks and my stubborn moments and the belt came down a little harder in a new place every time, sometimes four or five for one thing. I had been pretty bad this week. But I hadn't gotten punished for any of it so I just kept being bad thinking I was getting away with it, or it was okay.

My ass began to burn and she stopped mercifully just a few seconds before I was ready to start trying to beg through my gag. Her hand rubbed my ass gently and I did my best to calm my breathing. I heard her move away and began to kick my feet as best I could trying to slide myself off the side. I didn't make it before the belt hit me again. This time I did yell. She kept at it for what ver but was probably only a few minutes.

I yelled and felt a few tears slip from my eyes but knew that at the same time I was even wetter between my legs. But she knew that.

I heard the belt hit the floor and wondered what now.

I felt her tie my wrist to something lower in front of me and pulled against it before realizing I was well and truly stuck this time. She walked around behind me and I lay there limp and exhausted. I felt the knife cut my ankles apart but let her tie them apart about four feet between them. I knew what was coming and I tensed. Her hand touched me first, gently rubbing up the insides of my thighs. I whimpered as her fingers slid easily through my nether lips, separating them. I was so wet.

“You have been very bad, your ass will hurt for the next week.” I nodded and whimpered again as she continued to rub me, not going in but so close. I ached for it now. She smacked my ass and I yelled as the heat spread, hot tear rolling down my cheek.

“Think you'll be better this week?” She asked centering herself behind me. I nodded.

“What was that?” She asked rubbing the tip of a dildo on my center. I squeaked and nodded harder that I would. Her hand rubbed up my back, over my shoulders, and grabbed the back of the gag, pulling it off.

“ I said will you be good this week?” She asked me letting the tip of it slide around so that I could feel it's thickness.

“Yes!” I half gasped half moaned.

She ran her hand back up, up my neck, and into my hair where she pulled back hard.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma'am!”

“Good.” She whispered and shoved the thick piece into me. I was so wet I took it all in that one push but it was still too big and I yelled as it went in. She fucked me then, bloody wet and begging, not gently, nothing gentle about it. I yelled and I cried as her hips hit my raw ass, eventually I passed out having cum five or six times each one building up the next.