Her Perfect Punishment
"A certain type of woman responds to abuse, to violence against her, by marshaling her resources, by standing tough and firm. Another sort of woman becomes passive, seeking mental escape from a harsh scenario. This sort becomes highly receptive to anyone who will tell her what to do, particularly if she perceives an escape, even if only into fantasy. With this sort of woman, intensifying the threat and terror of a situation forces her into a state of hyper-suggestibility."
Vai dom casta aleungha: My stomach churned as i wrote what you assigned to this pen; my own punishment. It is no mere exercise...You lend me grace to design a correction for redheads who don't know all the rules and cannot seem to focus. There is not an excuse one such as you Vai Dom, can overlook. i will learn that you are an unknown in any interaction you choose to have with this poor brezhaya and with that be content. If it is not severe enough, it is only that i lack the knowledge to please your justice. I await your decision with fear, your sub nedestro Lianhaara.
After ignoring me for ages it seemed like, i finally got my punishment via email.
Looking at the path i was to take after parking the Jeep, it seemed that every passerby could tell that i was nervous enough to jump out of my skin. The tension in my body, the rigid posture, the way my eyes darted to each vehicle, the flush on my face, --all spoke of nerves stretched taut.
i was to meet him at last. i awaited the hand of a man who had changed my life; breathless anticipation mixed with terror. He hadn't been specific about what he would do to me, but i deserved plenty and knew i would have to beg his pardon for each and every transgression in some unique and painful way.
Dressed as he ordered, the wind coming off the Sound shifted my skirt and cooled trembling thighs above stockings. A skimpy bra and oversize shirt were no match for the chilly breeze although the sun was warm and bright. The historical WWII bunkers would be dankish but not too cool. i made my way to the first set. The crumbling concrete of the stairs was loud as the sound of the wind dropped to a hush behind the hilly overgrowth.
“Just like my Vai Dom,” i thought. “A whole lot going on underground and all of it dark and mysterious.” Which is what got me in trouble in the first place.
A lane stretching for several city blocks, gaping dark doors and a grim silence only intensified my apprehension as i tentatively picked my way into the first pair of doors. There was no one there and i realized i was holding my breath. i did not know where he was or how he would approach me. i only knew that his hands would be upon me in anger and i would be taught a lesson to keep my distance from his personal affairs.
As i came upon the second set of doorways, i stepped inside further, trying to adjust my eyes to the gloom and see the back corner of these large interconnected rooms and passageways. it did seem unreal that i had gotten so upset, thinking things that he did not put into my head, having my own conclusions about our interactions that he had not even known about, even though he had commanded me to make my thoughts his.
i used the inner passageway to go to the next room. i heard a bit of dripping water and the echo resonated. i started to hum a bit of “killing me softly with his song” and the sound of my voice and the water must have masked his soft footfalls for he was upon me just that quickly.
From behind, the force of his contact pushed me into the passage wall. One hand covered my mouth, his breath loud in my ear and his other hand twisting my wrist with such pressure i cried out.
At that, he growled, “Not a word. You have one more chance. Do not speak or cry out.” The threat in his voice was real and even as i was thinking this, his blocked my left leg against the wall with his and with his other leg he swept my right foot out from under me. The sudden imbalance made me reel back into him and he used the motion to kick my other foot out from under me, effectively bringing me to my knees so hard that i felt it jar my neck, my cheek still pressed against the wall and one arm twisted behind my back.
His next words were muffled as he pressed his face into my hair. “You have given me every right to punish you as I see fit. Nod if you understand me.”
i nodded, cheek scraping the wall but tension in my stomach gave way to quivers even as i felt my pussy open to the very smell, the sound, the pressure of his person so close to me. it was a nightmare and a dream.
“You will not ever question me again about what i do,” he said clearly this time. At that he let go of my arm and began to roughly run a hand up my leg, moving fabric out of his way. He grunted in approval at the sweat soaked underarms of my shirt and he released my face from the wall with another softer warning.
“Be absolutely quiet unless i ask you a direct question. if you cannot stand the punishment in silence you will prolong it.” There was no mistaking that he was serious and that the price of my continued contact with him in any form was the experience i willingly offered to him.
With that he yanked the shirt up over my head and tossed it aside. i longed to use it to pad the cold concrete floor under my knees but knew better than to say a word. All thought was emptied from my mind as a blinding flash of pain struck me. He had undone my bra and as my heavy breasts fell free he clutched them and squeezed them with all his strength. i was not to know the true measure of his strength until later, but as his grip tightened he grunted again. He fondled them as roughly as he had promised me in a recent morning coffee conversation. i gasped and he slapped my mouth, not gently either. i was so afraid then as sensations overwhelmed me. My mouth was so dry i could not have pleaded with him even if he would have allowed it.
“i like you on your knees,” he said quietly and turned his attention to my arms. Using my bra he swiftly knotted my wrists together behind my back. “You won't be needing these to touch me. You first must learn to mind your own business and touching me is a reward if i so choose to consider it.”
i had still not seen his face. Even with aching breasts and knees i longed to see if this was the man who contacted me more than a month ago in the most intimate cyber setting i had ever known. Suddenly a bandana smelling faintly of sweat and cologne was placed over my face and eyes. Terrified, i started to try and get up. He put one foot on my bent leg and slapped the nearest breast hard.
“Don't!” was all he ordered. He got some of my hair pulled into the knot of the bandana. The welcome pain kept my eyes from trying to make sense of the total and complete darkness.
“You don't deserve to see me either. Your detective mind and Holmes-like prying caused your problem. More than that though, subbie, you doubted me and for that alone you receive this spanking from my hand. The hand of your Vai Dom who is what he speaks forth for your education.”
With those words, he effortlessly picked me up around the waist and i found my nose on the concrete and my stomach over what i though must be one of his knees. i don't know how he did it, but it seemed as if my legs were trapped straight out behind me, and my whole entire bottom tightened in fear as he balanced me . That is when i figured out that he had used the skirt to trap my legs.
Cold air on my legs and backside was less shocking than the way he grabbed the flesh of my inner thigh right where it bulged above the stockings, to maneuver my ass. i was so hoping he would caress me, but it was a forlorn hope as the first blow from his strong square hand landed on my ass. The smack was startling loud in the quiet passageway. i heard him exhale as he spanked with his open hand. He had on a ring on and i could feel it imprinting my flesh like a brand with every strike.
Against my right thigh, i felt his cock grow hard. But all i could really do was squirm at the red hot soreness that exploded behind my darkeened eyes at every painful blow. i started to cry and tried to hold back the muffled sobs as my spanking went on and on until i had lost count. The ones across my upper thighs hurt the worse but he did not stop until i nearly had slidden off his legs and onto the floor. The absence of the hand was a vacuum of absolute terror, but my Vai Dom slid me the rest of the way off his lap, limp twitching body to the cold floor. The pressure felt good against my swollen nipples. i was on fire and freezing at the same time.
i heard him move around and then, taking no chances that i might see his face, he picked me up and held me against him facing away, hands on my breasts and then down to my pussy, where he pushed into me with his fingers and assured himself of my immediate startlement and response. i was wet for him and my clit throbbing so hard, he touched me in ownership like no man had ever done.
His strength was evident now as he released my legs from their bond and casually, using his knees spread my legs apart, he used my hair to pull my head around to his cock. Blinded, i jerked away as his cock touched my tear striped face. The correction was sharp and immediate; a hard smack on my freely swinging breasts. The sound registered before the pain caused my knees to go weak again.
My stinging bruised ass was an afterthought as he rammed his cock into my mouth and commanded, “Do it like this.”
Effortlessly controlling my rhythm, ignoring my choking, he made me take him fully inside, so i concentrated on pressing lips firmly against the base of his shaft on each down-stroke and sucking strongly, her lips squeezed tight, on the up-strokes, pausing to gasp for air before he pushed himself into me again. The random thought flitted across my mind, “If this cock belonged to a self described “average married guy” then i had been married to the wrong guy for all these years.”
That and more churned under the surface of my mind. i thought i was going to faint before he would be satisfied or cum. So could i concentrate on not prolonging this punishment? I knew so little of him that pleasing him and being as submissive as i knew might not abate his terrible anger and melt his roughness.
Still bent over in this same awkward position and frantic when his cock withdrew from my mouth. Did he not want me kneeling? What was i still standing bent over? As if he read my mind, his hand tightened on my shoulder.
He growled again, “As for your kneeling, that is always a good position to start in. it shows obedience and submission. As any decent subbie would show her Vai Dom. But you have not learned to be either obedient or submissive. You are only frightened and horny and you talk too damn much. I will allow you to kneel only when I decide to grant you the privilege and it is my desire, not yours. Do you understand me?”
i nodded and the tears started in earnest because he was not playing this like any fantasy we had explored together. i was hurting and aroused and he was still angry and not amused at all. This man who i wanted. This man who i needed to possess me was making sure that it happened the right way. And i was helpless to decide anything at all. The feeling was so alien to me but his approval was what i desired. i knew i must face this and whatever was yet to come.
He said in a distant way, "You will know in your being, that you do not command me, i command you."
And come it did. Fast and hard pain tore at me. He had both hands on my hips and used his knees to make my stance fit his height. He paid no more attention to my pussy as if it wasn't even there. Only an assfucking, hard and tight and painful. No fantasy at all, but a very real punishment. i could not catch my breath between blows from his cock. Each stroke was excruciating pain. It caused my breasts to slap against chest loudly which spurred him on.
i heard his breath go out in an exclamation. That was all the alert i received to let me know he had filled my ass with his cum.. at least i had that. Controlling my body, systematically overpowering my senses, had really aroused him. The sight of his helpless subbie, struggling to resist and failing was the first hopeful sign he had given me. My body had responded to him, fit him perfectly, enhanced his orgasm.
If my original problem was i didn't know enough to stay on my knees, i was fast becoming whatever he wanted. i was made for him, for i craved his touch. He did nothing to relieve me at all. i felt him handle my ass one more time, looking at his handiwork of bruises and red flesh. He untied my wrists and i heard him toss the binding on the floor.
He sounded exhausted yet exhilirated, “Do not forget this lesson for others will be more painful the longer you know me. Are you now obedient? Well, are you? Speak to me!”
Tongue dry, i managed to stutter out, “Please Vai Dom, let me be your sub. I cannot live any other way, please use me!” More words came tumbling out with tears. He had reduced me to begging for my right to be owned by him. The need in my voice in that place of echoes and dankness will remain with me to the end of my life. This punishment sufficed to appease him? i dropped to my knees, every bit of agonized flesh crying out; unable to stand another moment as the shocky feeling hit me.
He came close then and took my hands in his and placed them on his face. I had memorized that image on my computer screen, down to the last pixel. it was him! So ashamed now that i had lost my temper over nothing, i simply curled into myself, hands protecting my stomach.
He saw how close i was to exhaustion. “My classy little one, even as you kneel, your need to see me will not wait much longer. So be it.”
Tender words from my Vai Dom. i placed his hands on my breasts and bent my head to kiss his wrists, lick the inside of his arm. I heard him take a long indrawn breath. His tone changed to an intimate growl. “You have done well this day. If I could, I would take you home myself, bathe you, treat the marks of my ownership upon your body. But you know I cannot do that, sweet sub. Your aching need for release mirrors my own desire for you. Do you understand now?”
i could only nod, his hands wet with my tears.
He said, “I am leaving now. Count to 50 before you take off the bandana. Keep the bandana as a reminder. Move yourself to orgasm tonight and use this bandana to soak up your juices. I want it back the next time we meet. Now get dressed and go home immediately. i will call you tonight and answer any question you ask me about who i am.”
Limping out to my Jeep, my knees scraped and stocking ripped to shreds, i knew i was no match for this man. Yet i was his and more, joined by a link that only we shared.
"Being a slave isn't something you just do, a slave is something you ARE ! It is more than submission, it is a state of mind; a state of complete and total spiritual surrender of your empirical essence to another. For a slave, there is NO greater pleasure than for their Master or Mistress to use them sexually or have them used"