Page 2 of Punishing Her

Henry doesn’t have to pound me as long as Kyle did at night before my fountain bursts with water. I squirt, and my body shakes like I am being electrocuted. The sensation leaves me tired, and I barely manage to remove Henry from my vagina, switch it off and drop it between my legs.

I moan as I lay on the chaise lounge with my juice splattered on some part of it. I feel satisfied but too weak to immediately clean the place and return Henry to my closet before my husband comes home. I do not know if I will sleep, and not for how long.

It is over.

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Chapter Two

Kyle’s countenance says it all about how he feels about me. He smacks my left thigh once, and his palm stings me. I jump into him, and he pushes me back to the chair, staring at Henry and me. His clenched fists move, and I feel he is about to hit me. I have known Kyle to be a gentleman, but his rage now scares me, and I expect him to beat me.

I will not hold it against him if he hits me. I am his submissive, and I should obey him, but I failed to do so, yielding to selfish sexual desires. Kyle clears his throat and the sound peals at the core of my being. Seeing him stand there and not say anything to me isn't very comforting.

I look at him, trying to connect with his eyes and seek his understanding, but Kyle is not having any of my antics. He looks at Henry – the dildo – with contempt, and I can understand how he feels. Henry succeeds where he fails, and his anger spills out of jealousy. I see how he looks at my cunt and the white sticky substance on and around it. Kyle knows I squirted, and he growls.

“I am sorry,” I say with a subdued voice, "My feelings overtook my resistance, and I let you down."

I wait for him to respond to me one way or the other. I want him to say something so that I can know what 'severe consequences' await me for disobeying him. But Kyle’s countenance doesn’t change. He stared at my pussy, and I couldn't close my legs out of fear of the unknown. I let him enjoy the view even though I feel he isn’t enjoying seeing me in such a state.

Eventually, Kyle walks away from me. I hurriedly get up and take Henry to wash and clean up. But before I could get to the bathroom, Kyle was upon me. He holds my left wrist and drags me to the bondage horse.

If this is Kyle's severe consequence in mind for me, then it is no punishment. He has fucked me by the horse countless times, and I have become accustomed to the pain and pleasure that come from it. Before I met Kyle, I had been the dominatrix, controlling and inflicting the sweetest pain on my sub.

But Kyle changed the rules, and I couldn't argue with him. I couldn't do so after he made me squirt for the first time. Kyle earned me, and I vowed to remain his sub. The bondage horse is my favorite, and my pounding heart calms as he straps me to the device.

“Say something, Kyle,” I plead now.

Kyle stares at me without a word and begins to undress me. It was not so hard; I only had my skirt and a button-down shirt. He pulls everything recklessly, and I am soon naked before him. Kyle pulls a chair up and sits with a cigarette in his hands.

“You have the effrontery to disobey me, don’t you?” he says.

I remain quiet.

"You think I cannot make you pee like you use that thing you called Henry to do? Don't you?” Kyle continues and puffs at the cigarette and lets the white smoke billow through his lips and nostrils to the air.

“You are better, but …” I try to explain, but Kyle growls, and I stop.

"There is no excuse for disobeying me," he says, walking closer to me by the horse. Kyle blew the smoke into my face before he snapped at my right nipple and squeezed it, simultaneously making me feel pain and pleasure.

“You are going to pay heavily for your disobedience. I am throwing Henry away,” Kyle announces.

I look at him with pity, but he looks away.

“Please don’t. We can both use it. You can use it on me, too," I suggested to him.

Kyle’s askance look shows how terrible my suggestion is to him. He hates competition from a fellow man or an inanimate device I named like a human.

“You are taking your disobedience too far. To use this thing to give yourself pleasure is akin to infidelity. You could have done it with a man if one was available,” Kyle said, pointing at the dildo, Henry, on the floor some steps away from the horse.

I disagree with him, "No, it is only to feel good before you return home. I cannot cheat on you; I am serious about that.”

Kyle doesn’t like that I argue with him, but today, he, too, doesn’t argue back but growls. I see that he is trying to put his rage under control with every puff of the cigarette. Then, he stands and walks closer to me. The flogger landed on my buttocks before I realized he had it with him.

“Ouch!” I screamed.

“I will do that to you every time you argue with me,” Kyle says and finishes the cigarette, blows the vapor in my face, and then touches the curls on my vulva with his middle finger without taking his eyes off my face.

I try to comport myself even though every touch from Kyle leaves me wanting sex and begging for more. I don't know how he does it, but he has the key to unlock my emotions and does it effortlessly and at will. I couldn't hold my breath when his finger touched my knot of pleasure.

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