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Perchance to Dom Ch. 3

Date: 4/1/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Oral Sex, Author: DiscipleN, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

address. That's what it says." "I did." "Do you know how unbelievably stupid that is?" "I'm not stupid!" She flared. I had said the wrong thing. "W-wisdom and intelligence... er, two sides of the same coin. Foolish, then." I waited. She didn't lash back, nor replied. "I asked you to consider the magnitude of your trespass and to drive slowly getting here. You tell me how many stripes you think you deserve. I tell you how they'll be applied." "Twenty?" "That's an intelligent number, a good number but they're going to be a very hard twenty. Espionage is not in the same league as a flirt." "Fift-" "You've given your number." I printed the email. I leaned over the printer and unplugged the power cord from it. "Drop down to your knees and unplug this cord from the wall. Stay on your hands and knees." She handed the cord to me. I waded the printout and held it before her face. "Open." I placed it between her perfect rows of teeth. "Bite down, and close your eyes. Don't do anything else until I tell you. If you spit that out of your mouth before I'm through, you will leave and never contact me again." I stood tall and weighed the power cord in my hand. It was a nasty tool. I had received it very sparingly from my father. There was a trick to using it as safely as possible, but it could never be considered a safe tool. Twenty were going to cause some damage, no matter how carefully applied. I had told her to wear a skirt. I reached for it, pulled it over her ass, revealing nakedness. ... She concentrated on the empty wall socket. I heard Father and Mother passing my closed door. He took her into the master. I looked at the weapon in my hand. My cock stiffened. I needed this. I set down the cord and retrieved a belt from my closet. I wailed twenty strokes against Bette's darkening ass. I was furious with myself and horny beyond belief. I wanted to plunge my cock into this willing hole and hit her with my fists. Instead, I hurled every stroke with all my pent up anguish and desire. I feared my parents would hear Bette's cries barely muted by the wad of wet paper in her jaws. I shouted, "LEFT! RIGHT! RIGHT-RIGHT! LEFT-LEFT-LEFT!" and so on, to mask Bette's wailing. Twenty strokes later found us emotionally exhausted. I helped her to lay face down on my bed. I sat on the edge beside her. My plan was to sit there until our tears had dried. Hers were far more and wetter. Despite her pain, she reached to my trousers and felt for my erection. It seemed to reassure her, that some good had come out of her suffering. I opened my fly to her gentle knocks. "Go ahead." I said. She took my cock into her soft hand and stroked me. "Left. Right. Left-Left-", and so on. Her humor surprised me. I came upon her hand and my pant legs. I finished more exhausted and more alive. I sought to her needs. "Pull your skirt up. I want to see your sorry behind." Bette whimpered. "Mercy, please, Sir." Damn if her submissiveness didn't make my satisfied prick harden a bit. I reached under my ...