"Please punish me… don't ignore me... please!" I heard her pleading as I walked into the kitchen. It wasn't the first time she'd misbehaved, and normally I would be punishing her.
She was on the couch, hands and feet bound. She struggled and complained the whole time, which , on occasion, was also fun, but it was occurring every time now. I was ready though. Ignoring her was proving to be a successful strategy. I've always enjoyed controlling her, and using her as a sexual toy, but lately I'd found that I enjoyed punishing her even more.
It was hard to walk out, but I sat in the kitchen, pretending to work on my laptop, ignoring her pleas. I finished my coffee, and returned to the living room. In one hand I had a belt. In the other I had a thin wooden dowel that I'd taken from my workshop. Though I had punished her in the past, it was usually a spanking, or slapping; something I did with my bare hands, or an occasional hair brush. These were new to her.  I stood there looking at her and said. "Choose". When she said "I need a spanking... that was all I meant.. what are those?", I simply replied. "Choose one, or I will use them both." The calm strength in my voice told her I was serious. She complained, and tried to talk her way out of it again, but I said nothing. After a rather uncomfortable silence, she mumbled "belt". "What was that, miss?" I said. "Belt, sir. Please punish me with your belt." she replied.
 
I placed the wooden dowel on the coffee table, and walked over to the couch. Her arms wer bound to her side, by means of a rope tied at her waist, so she was comfortably on her back. Her feet wer bound at the ankles. I knew she would squirm and raise her legs once I began, but I wanted to wait before completely restricting her. She was probably expecting me to belt her ass, putting her over my knee, as I had done this for spankings in the past.
Instead, let the tip of the belt begin to drop, then raised my hand quickly, as if I were snapping a wet towel at someone. It struck her on the side of her left breast, and made quite a sound. The look on her face at first was shock, then pain. "Where do you want the next one" I said. " no.. you're not serious..  no!!". "Choose where, and I will give you only 10. If you don't choose, I will give you 20." I folded the belt in half and brought it down on her other breast. It bounced and recoiled back with a painful sting. "18 left, I said...unless you tell me where. ". Instantly she said "Legs.. my legs please sir."  I used the same technique and smacked her thigh. "Good girl, now pick the next spot. " . Again she said "legs" I reminded her with a few more swats on her tits that she must pick a new place. Still recovering her breath, she says "Stomach, sir" I gave her 5 strokes on her stomach, and she raised her legs, and pleaded for me to stop. Without a word, I grabbed her hair, and sat her up. and pulled her (by the hair), hopping, to a kitchen chair, and used the "seat belt" her  to the chair.
"Please no please no. Go back to my stomach, sir, PLEASE." I ignored her, and picked up the wooden dowel once again. She was speechless. I gently tapped away at her breasts, warming them up. Once they were red, I drew back and gave her 20 heavy swats. I made her count them. I did go a bit easy on her, since it was the first time for this type of punishment, but, still, there were a few welts. She was breathless, and her tiny yelps had subsided. "Are you ready NOW?" I said. "Yes Sir, yes I am sir. Thank you for stopping sir. How can I pleasure you sir? Please use me as you see fit, and I will do your bidding Sir."
I smiled , and knelt between her legs to undo the strap. I looked between her legs and saw that she was wet... so wet, in fact, that the chair was wet. Wetter than I'd ever seen her. I stood her up, and gently cupped my hands around her face and kissed her lips. "That's my obedient girl." I turned her around and leaned her over the kitchen table. Her wet pussy was magnificent. Dripping on one leg, I probed my fingers into her, sliding them in slowly, one, two, then three... opening her up, and sliding out. I rubbed the excess juice all over her anus, and slid my finger in. She moaned, and said "Please Sir, finger my holes as you please, put your hard cock anywhere you like, I can take it. "  I played for a few more minutes, surprised, and delighted at her gushing pussy.
I removed my pants and underwear, and leaned over and kissed all over her back.  My erection had grown,and was touching the outside of her pussy. I took one of my fingers and put it in her mouth. Her lips parted, and she slowly sucked her own wet taste from my finger. I used my hand to manipulate my cock so that it rubbed up and down from her asshole to her pussy, coating her, and my cock with her juices.
I placed the tip of it on the rim of her ass, and pushed a little. I could feel her relaxing, letting it open for me like a good girl. I placed my hands on her wrists, still tied, and used them to pull myself into her.
My erect cock disappeared into her tiny, puckered hole, squeezed, tight, wet, sliding from her own wet pussy juice. Her ass raised a bit, and she gasped, as sunk myself in as deep as I could. I held it there, enjoying that moment where I am *in* her, feeling her with my swollen penis, her insides pressing against it, so tight I could feel her every move... feel her breathe. Her tight asshole grabbing the base of my cock, I reached under her and started to rub her clit. It didn't take much for her to cum, a few seconds of gently rubbing and her breath disappeared, her ass opening and closing hard on my cock, she releases a deep guttural moan, as I slide out , just a little and plunge back in. Slowly, in and out, holding on to her shoulder, in.. deep. oh god deep. and out. The pressure was almost more than I could bear. So tight , it was bordering uncomfortable, but when she exhaled, I could feel it open up again, inviting in my hard penetrating cock.