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Man Goes Back to His Mistress


“Hello,” Ryan spoke into the phone.

There was silence. Ryan didn’t know if she was going to hang up or not. From the deep breath at the other end, Ryan wasn’t sure if Mistress knew what she wanted to do.

“If it isn’t my married Slut,” Mistress finally greeted him.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hello Mistress, it has been a little while.”

“Yes it has. How did your cute little wife enjoy her wedding night’”

“Oh she loved it. You know how good I can be. I tell you sometimes I’m God’s gift to women. That night was no exception.”

“I see,” Mistress said. “And, you called me up to brag about your expertise, Slut’”

“Oh no Mistress, I’m sorry. I was just trying to answer your question.”

“You have a lot of nerve. If I wasn’t curious, I would hang up on you right now. So slut you’re very lucky. Did she like what I did to your ass’”

Ryan laughed.

“I got lucky on that one,” Ryan answered. “Sally was a little shy and wanted the lights out. Thank God because she would have so freaked.”

“That was the point, Slut. I wanted her to see that you were a slut and a whore. So you got such an innocent thing that she can’t make love in the light. I bet she hid in the bathroom to undress too and even made you turn the lights out before she darted to the bed.”

Mistress laughed an evil laugh.

“Yes Mistress in fact she did. She was still a virgin and was a little shy.”

“Oh I love it, and there isn’t anything virgin about you. I know because I have fucked every hole you have.”

“There is a big difference between the two of you.”

“No shit,” Mistress said. “So do I need to ask why you are calling me’”

“I miss you, Mistress.”

“I bet you do. You’re probably bored out of your skull with Miss Nicey Nice. Why you picked that bitch over me I’ll never know, and I’ve go to tell you that I’m a little disappointed. I was hoping that she would have seen how I opened you up. Still, I know you thought about me each time you peed and even more when you sat down.”

“Yes Mistress. I had a constant reminder of you for a week.”

“I love it. So what did you want’ You want to meet me again’”

“I’ve been thinking about it, Mistress. I do miss the excitement.”

“You’re crazier than I thought. I figured after the last outing that you would want as much space between me and you as you could get.”

“I was a little upset with you for a while, but I’m over it.”

Mistress burst out laughing.

“And you think that the next time will be easier’ Boy, if you thought the last time was rough, then you will have to really redefine rough this time. And, you know that I always do as I promise.”

“Oh Mistress, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Will you please see me again, please’ I need you so badly.”

“I bet you do. So your marriage to little Miss Sweet isn’t satisfying you, huh’ Well if I start a relationship with you, it will be on different terms.”

“What do you mean’”

“I’m not going to be some other woman that you call when you need to get off. I’m not your play thing that you call when you’re bored just so you can get your rocks off and then run back to your cute wife. That’s not going to happen. I don’t play second fiddle to anyone.”


Mistress laughed and then continued.

“You know, if you’re my slave, then your ass will belong to me. Well your ass, your dick, your mouth and everything that goes with it. I don’t play any half ass games.”

“I know, Mistress. My ass still remembers last time.”

“And the slut still called me again. You’re amazing. When did you want to request an audience with me’”

“I’m free all this week.”

“I see your bride is already running back to momma’”

“No, well her mother is coming into town and they’re going to do girl things. I feel like a third wheel. So I think I can get away for a few hours.”

“I see. You want a little cake on the side, do you’ That is a delightful picture of me fucking you while your pretty wife is out strolling through the mall with her mother. I kinda like that. Okay slut, I’ll see you again. Just remember what I said. I own your ass.”

“Thank you, Mistress. You’re too kind.”

“I know it. I’m such a sap. Oh well, someone has to keep a slut like you in line and Sally sure as hell isn’t going to do it. Meet me tomorrow out by the lake, camping spot 123 at three pm and expect to be gone for up to six hours.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“It is my pleasure, Slut.”

The phone went dead.

The next day, Sallie and her mother headed out on another adventure. Giggling and laughing, they piled into the minivan and drove off. Ryan thought about how that his adventure was going to be on the other side of the spectrum. Whereas they were laughing and giggling, Mistress was going to spank, abuse, and take him. Fear stirred inside of him. It was going to be worse than before. At the same time as the fear grew, Ryan’s excitement grew. He felt his lust start to take over.

Ryan drove through town and out towards the campground. The lake was a popular place for the college students to hang out, but Ryan had never known Mistress to go camping. On the other hand, Ryan knew there was a lot about the Mistress that he did not know. When he finally found slot 123, Ryan was not surprised that it was the backmost lot of the campground. His heart sank when he saw that Mistress’ car was already there. Looking down at his watch, Ryan realized that he was seven minutes late.

“You like to keep me waiting don’t you, Slut’”

Ryan heard the angry voice and harsh tone before he ever saw Mistress. Even angry she looked delicious. Dressed in her normal skin tight black leather pants, she walked in four inch boots. Her top was different than the last time. It was a black clincher that lifted and separated her breast to show a deep cleavage through the crisscross of the laced up neckline.

“You know how to start the session out right, don’t you’ You make me so pissing angry with your lack of respect. Who do you think you are to make me wait’ You think now that you’re married and all that I take second place. I don’t think so. That is something that I’m going to correct right here and now. Get your ass out of that car, now!!!”

Ryan parked the car and rushed out as fast as he could. Reaching Mistress, he dropped to his knees and kissed her boots.

“Oh no Slut, that ain’t going to work this time. Oh no, you pushed it just a little too far this time.”

Mistress looked down at him.

“Strip, let me see this God’s Gift to Women. Isn’t that what you said you were’”

“Yes, I did say that, Mistress. I won’t lie to you.”

“You best not start lying, Slut. I don’t cotton to liars.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What are you waiting on’ Strip those clothes off.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Ryan tore his clothes off until he stood without a stitch of clothes. His cock was hanging limp. Mistress stood and looked at him from head to toe.

“Turn around, Slut.”

Ryan did as she asked.

“I can see your ass has not been taken care. Of course, I could tell that from your smart mouth. Mister, I’m God’s Gift to Women, bend over and let me see that asshole.”

Ryan bent over and pulled his ass cheeks apart.

“Gee Slut, you’re almost a virgin again. I’m going to enjoy taking a virgin.”

Mistress laughed.

“I need to get you suited up. Put your hands behind your back.”

Ryan immediately crossed his arms behind his back and felt the click of metal handcuffs around his wrists.

“Now turn around.”

When he did, Mistress buckled a leather collar around his neck. In the center of the wide collar was a single D-Ring. Slapping at his thighs, Mistress motioned for him to spread his legs. Taking his balls and cock into her hands, she worked them into a ball spreader. It was wider then any she had used with him before and pushed his balls further away from his body. Looking at her handiwork, Mistress smiled.

“One last thing.”

She attached a leash to the ball spreader and pulled it up through the D Ring of his collar before pulling it forward. As she pulled the leash, Ryan felt the pressure go right to his balls. He instinctively leaned his head forward in a slump to take the pressure off.

“Okay Slut, time for us to go on a little hike.”

Without another word, Mistress started walking and yanked Ryan forward. His hands cuffed behind his back and the leash pulling him forward, Ryan stumbled forward. Mistress never looked back but walked a normal pace through the camp site. Picking up a backpack, she headed up a dirt trail in the forest behind the campground.

Ryan did his best to keep up, and Mistress did not give him any slack. Slumped over most of the time, Ryan walked barefooted through the forest.

“Ouch,” Ryan said.

“What are you complaining about’” Mistress asked.

“Stepped on a twig, Mistress.”

“You poor thing,” Mistress said sarcastically.

After about twenty minutes, they stopped at a valley between two hills. A small stream crossed the path and a small grassy spot opened up around the trail. Large trees swung their limbs over the grass providing shade from the sun above. Mistress looked both ways and then at Ryan.

“I think this will do.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Mistress took a nylon rope and tied it to the cuffs that held his hands behind his back. With one throw, she tossed it over the limb above his head and watched it fall to the other side. Picking up the rope on the other side, Mistress pulled it taunt. The more pressure she added, the higher Ryan’s arms were pulled up into the air. The other effect was that his head tilted downward. When Mistress stopped, Ryan was bent over at the waist looking down at the ground with his arms pulled up behind him. Mistress smiled.

“We almost have you ready to begin,” Mistress said. “We need to get those legs spread a little. I think I have a stretcher bar here.”

Mistress took out an extendible bar that pushed out from twelve inches to become a four foot spreader bar. Buckling each end to Ryan’s ankles, she worked quickly and efficiently.

“There you go. Now that is what I call a piece of work.”

Mistress laughed.

Mistress slapped his ass with her hands.

“Where is my thank you’”

“Thank you Mistress. I’m glad that you enjoy the pose.”

“Oh one more thing, we can’t have you moving around a lot, can we’”

Mistress worked a metal coiling stake into the ground. Pulling the leash to his balls taunt, she tied it to the stake.

“There that will keep you in place. I think that pressure on your balls will be a great restraint. You know, I brought some professional whips, but I think I want to start off with something natural.”

Mistress went to a willow tree and broke off several small green branches. Standing in front of Ryan’s bent form but within his range of vision, Mistress slowly removed all the leaves and smaller twigs until she had three limber willow switches. Testing the switches in the air, they whistled with a cutting edge.

“Oh these bring back memories,” Mistress said. “Now the first thing I want to address is the late issue.”

“I’m so sorry Mistress.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. The good thing is that we’re away from everyone. So you can scream all you want. I expect that you will be screaming too.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I’ll be right up front with you too. I’ve never made you cry before. However, I cried when you chose that bitch over me. Today, I want to see you cry. Does that give you any hint of how much I’m going to spank you’”

“I’m sorry Mistress. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yeah right, like I would be dancing in the streets because you and your wife had such a good honeymoon. You amaze me so much at times.”

The switches flew through the air and left three red marks on the otherwise white ass.


“I liked that,” Mistress said.

Swish .. Swish .. Swish .. Swish .. Swish

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Gawissssssssssssssssssh,” Ryan screamed. “Those sting like the blazes.”

“Maybe next time you’ll not be late.”

Swish … Swish

The two licks hit the back of his right thigh. The limber switches wrapped all around the back of the thigh and licked his inner thigh.


“You liked that one huh’”

Mistress hit him with five more in the same area of the right thigh. The last one whipped around and hit one of his balls. Ryan screamed loudly with the searing pain.

“You keep that up, and I’m going to have to get out of these pants and start cumming. I may do that anyway. You’re already got me so wet. I just love to hear you scream. It turns me on something terrible.”

Mistress peeled her skin tight leather pants off and stood in her top and bikini cut panties.

“There, now for my toy,” Mistress said.

Mistress slipped a smaller vibrator around her panties and into her pussy. Letting the panties hold it in place, Mistress’ eyes showed that it was working.

“Oh that feels good.”

Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish.

Ryan screamed as each switch cut a red line across his ass.

“I can’t believe you called yourself God’s Gift to Women.”

Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish

Mistress let them land all up and down the back of his thighs and knees. Constantly coming one after the other, she made each one hit a slightly different spot. Mistress loved watching the switch wrap around and catch some unsuspecting flesh. The fresh screams from Ryan fueled her closer and closer to her first orgasm.

“You’re about as close to God’s Gift as the dirt on my shoes.”

Swish, Swish, Swish

“I am,” Ryan started.

Swish, Swish

“Sorry,” Bill continued.

Swish, Swish, Swish

“What are you then’” Mistress asked.

Swish, Swish, Swish

The switches hit the underside of his ass in the tender sensitive region of his butt tuck. Ryan screamed, and Mistress hit it again.

Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

“Your slut, Mistress”

Swish, Swish, Swish

The switches left three red lines across his virgin back.

“No, what are you if you are not God’s Gift to women’”

Swish, Swish, Swish

The back received three more lashes. Mistress was careful to not hit directly on the spine, but loved the switch because their flexibility made it harder to damage organs like the kidneys. Mistress made each blow sing and hit the target she intended.

Swish, Swish, Swish

His back showed more marks.

“I’m waiting for an answer. What are you really’”

“I am a slut.”

Swish, Swish, Swish

The blows fell on Ryan’s ass again harder than before.

“You’re a no good for nothing son of a bitch.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Swish, Swish, Swish

“Don’t, Yes Mistress, me. I want to hear what a low life slut you are, and I want to hear something different from you every time you tell me what you are.”

Swish, Swish, Swish

Ryan’s mind clouded as the constant barrage of willow switches hit his body. He heard Mistress’ instructions but had a hard time understanding what she wanted. When he did not respond to her words, the switches came again. Each time it set a new part of his skin on fire. Mistress shifted her target constantly to hit new or rested spots. Finally Mistress got frustrated.

“Very well, we will switch to a flogger. I will get the answers that I want from you or I will never stop. I expect to hear what you are. What are you to Sally and your fancy neighbors’ Who are you really’”

The flogger hit with a lot more force. It was a ten strand leather short whip that left a burn in its path. Even with the warm up of the willow switches, the flogger cut through the old pain like a searing knife.

Ryan screamed.


“What are you’”

“Dirt, Mistress. I am dirt.”

“Yes, I agree. You see that was a good answer.”

Mistress let her soft hands run over his back and caress his face.

“What are you’”

“I’m dirt Mistress.”

The flogger came down hard five times in a row as each of the strand sung out before the contact. Ryan jerked forward only to be caught by the leash on his balls.

“I told you not to repeat.”

Mistress landed another blow.

“Please Mistress”

Whap, Whap, Whap

The leather strands pounded his flesh again

“I’m your cum slut”

“Yes you are, but I really want to know what you are in your real world. What are you to Sally’”

This time she used the flogger on the inside of his spread legs. Lashing the tender skin of the inner thigh, Ryan struggled against the spreader bar which held his legs open.

“Oh I bet you wish that you could close those legs, don’t you’” Mistress asked.

She handed a cool dozen of the flogger’s lashes to the inside of his right thigh. Ryan could not stand it and screamed a blood curling scream.

“Oh yes, God that made my pussy tingle. I can feel myself getting closer. I’m going to turn this vibrator up a little more.”

Mistress put her hand down into her panties. Almost instantly she moaned. Ryan could hear a humming sound. Mistress landed a dozen more lashes the inside of his left thigh. The reaction was no less dramatic as Ryan screamed at the top of his lungs. Mistress moaned and came.

“OH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, Here I cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

Ryan turned to see if he could watch, but all he could see was the sides of one of her legs.

“It feels so good Slut. Oh, here cums morrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”

Ryan was relieved for the break but it was short lived as he felt the flogger crash into his balls. Held firmly in the ball spreader, each ball was pressed tight against its sack making them very sensitive. The flogger sent stabs of pain into his gut.

“Are you going to tell me what you are’ Because I’m going to keep pounding you and keep cumming until I hear it.”

“Mistress, I can’t think. What was the questions’ God that hurt.”


Mistress brought the flogger up between his legs again. Ryan screamed as if he has been kicked in the balls. The deep pain filled his balls and spread into his gut. Feeling sick to his stomach, Ryan tried to answer.

“I am a jerk.”

“That is true, a royal jerk,” Mistress answered.

She stroked his face with her soft hands. Leaning her pelvis closer to his mouth, Ryan could smell the cum on her panties.

“See it is nice when you admit the truth, isn’t’ What else are you, Mister I’m a Gift of God to Women’”


The flogger came instantly and crashed into his balls and the tips whipped around to lick at his dick.


“Hey,” Mistress said. “You got a good answer.”

This time she leaned her pelvis close enough for his lips to touch her panties. His tongue licked her panties, and he moaned.

“That was a good boy, now what else’”

“Your pussy boy,”

“Yes you are that, but I told you I want what you are with Sally.”

This time the flogger came down on the crack of his ass. The bulk of the force hit his asshole with the tips lashing into his balls. Ryan knew the leather strands were opening up tiny fusions in the skin and that his balls must be totally red.

“God Mistress, aren’t you taking this a little far,” Ryan said.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he had made a huge mistake. Mistress open hand slapped him across the face hitting squarely on the left cheek and forcing his head to roll to the right. The backlash hit his right cheek.

“Don’t you ever dare to ever talk to me like that again!!!”

She gave him another open hand slap that made his eyes water. He felt his face getting hot. It was as embarrassing as anything. Ryan had never been slapped by a woman before. As the blows came, they were not closed and hard punches, but enough to make his face sting. Mistress gave him another series.

“God, you know how to push my buttons, Slut. The way you are going, I’m going to have your whole body red for little Sally. Obviously she can’t do it herself. I think it is time to fuck that pee hole again. I did promise you three this time. You know that I always keep my promise.”

“Please Mistress, anything but that. It burnt like crazy for a week. I was so afraid that I was going to get a bladder infection.”

Mistress laughed.

“Oh that turns me on Slut. It burnt when I fucked it and then all week. Gee what will three do’”

“Please mistress. Please let me take a hundred cane licks. I will do that. Please.”

“Quiet Slut. I will do as I please. If I want you to take one hundred canes or a hundred bull whip, you will and you know it. You’re in no position to make deals. In fact, I really resent the fact that you would even dare to be my equal enough to make a deal. Oh that makes me mad.”

The flogger flashed down on his asshole over and over and over. The blows came so hard and so fast that Ryan lost track of how many or how hard they were. The pain from the earlier ones blended with the later ones. With his skin alive with pain, Ryan’s brain started to zone out. The pain blended into his psyche, and the whole event started to blend.

“Fuck this. I need my paddle.”

The next thing that Ryan felt was the large wooden paddle pounding into his ass. Each blow lifted him up on his toes and except for the rope would have knocked him over. Mistress didn’t even flinch but kept delivering blows down on his ass. Ryan sunk into his mind.

He thought, “How can I make it stop’ Anything, oh I would do anything. What does she want’ What can I do’ Oh My God, I can’t stand it. I can’t stop it. There is nothing I can do. They just keep coming. It makes no sense. I can’t figure it out. I can’t think.”

“Lick it, Slut”

Ryan instantly started licking without even knowing what was being offered. His tongue hit the palm of her hand, and he licked it as good as he knew how.

“Good, Slut. I like that.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

There was a moment of peace and then the blows came again. Ryan braced himself and sunk deeper. Reality seemed to shift, and nothing was real. The only thing for certain was that things were better when Mistress was happy. He had to keep Mistress happy.

“I want to fuck your pee hole.”

“Yes Mistress, anything Mistress. God yes, I want you to fuck it.”

“That is better, Slut.”

Mistress wasted no time pulling three alcohol dipped Q-Tips from a plastic container. She slid under his body where that she had full access to his cock. The first one went in easily. Mistress held his cock firmly and pushed the second one in beside it. Ryan felt the Q-Tip scrape the inside of his cock, and the burning started. The tightness of his urethra made if so she had to work it in and out.

“I swear, these three are going inside of that pee hole. If we have to be here all night, I want that pee hole fucked.”

“Yes Mistress.”

When she sunk the second all the way in, Ryan could not resist the urge to cry out. From his bent over position, he looked down at her long legs and panties. He saw Mistress move a hand down and start to stroke herself through her panties. At the same time the third one started. There was no room for it. Mistress tried to push the head into the opening. It felt like it was tearing apart his pee hole from the inside. Ryan screamed a long and enduring scream. Before he closed his eyes, Ryan saw Mistress furiously rubbing her panties. Then as the pain overwhelmed him, Ryan closed his eyes and sunk into it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God this is so hot. I’m going to cum.”

Ryan felt the pressure of her sliding the third Q-Tip between the other two and sliding its way down their shafts. He screamed. Mistress screamed.

“I’m so fucking this pee hole. And I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming. God … … It is so big … So hard. Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming.”

She pushed it deeper and Ryan reacted.


“Oh yes, that is it, scream for me. Oh I am cumming moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

Ryan felt the pressure of her pushing the middle Q-Tip in and out of him. It felt like it would crack open. As soon as she stopped cumming, she relaxed. Ryan took deep breaths to keep the pain at distance. Mistress climb back to her feet, but Ryan still felt the Q-Tips inside.


“Shut up Slut.”

The wooden paddle hit his ass again. He jerk forward as the paddle hit the sensitive but cool skin. It felt like a hot poker driving through his ass. Her blows came hard and fast again.

“All I want to hear is how good for nothing you are. What a piece of shit you are’ How you mistreat women of this world. Come on Slut, make it good. I am going to keep whipping this ass until you convince me that you believe it.”

The paddle hit the blisters on his ass. Ryan felt them growing what seemed to be blister on blisters. The licks never stopped one after the other.

“I’m worthless Mistress.”


The paddle came back down on him again. He tried to talk as they hit.

“No good for anything, Mistress. I’m dirt under shoes. I’m the lowest form of life.”

Whack,Whack, Whack.

“Good, keep going’”

Whack, Whack, Whack

“I don’t deserve any woman. I am only worthy as a door mat.”

“Damn right. And’”

Whack, Whack, Whack

Ryan mind started to fade so that he could no longer think anymore. Somewhere, he knew that he could not repeat himself, but couldn’t think of anything new. The licks kept coming.

“I am shit.”

The blows became double hard.

“I’ve heard that before, you better work harder or you aren’t going to have an ass left.”

Whack, Whack, Whack

“I don’t know anything Mistress. Oh Mistress, I,”

He burst into deep sobs. Tears flowed readily down his face. Mistress broke the power of the last swing so that its impact was only a touch. As he bawled his eyes out, Mistress untied his wrists. Ryan tumbled to the ground in a fetal position.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I’m sorry that I’m not good enough to give you the right answer. I’m so sorry.”

“There, there you’ve learned something, didn’t you slut’ You learned just what you are.”

Mistress held his head in her lap and stroked his hair as if he was a child.

“Why don’t you clean my boots’”

“Yes Mistress, anything for you, Mistress.”

Ryan moved to Mistress muddy shoes and with out hesitation licked a clump of mud. Mistress visually checked that the backpack was in position and pressed a remote control button. She saw the flicker of the lens in the darkness of the backpack top. Again and again, she took photos of her slut willingly sucking her boots clean.

“See, you do know your place. That is what makes you a good Slut. Come here, and I’ll give you a treat.”

Mistress grinned as she removed her panties and opened her legs. Ryan looked down at the dirt.

“Come here, Slut and try to show me that you are at least adequate at being a pussy licker. Don’t hold back on me, or I’ll string you back up and give you a proper lesson.”

Ryan dove into her pussy with an urgency to please. Mistress felt his tongue fucking her like a little cock. He didn’t notice anything but her pussy and the wetness. Sucking and tongue fucking it, he was focused.

“Oh I like the way that you do that. You know that I’m never going to let you go Slut.”

Ryan kept sucking and licking as if he was a death row inmate working for a pardon. You’re going to be my slut anytime and anywhere I want you.”

Ryan moaned. Mistress held his head for a minute.

“Let me explain what that means. I’m not going to play second fiddle for your ass. I’m not going to be the dessert while she is the main course. You’re going to wear a cell phone 24 hours a day. When I call, you will be mine and that means anytime that I call, you will be mine. I don’t care if you’re making love to cute little Sally. When that phone rings, you will do what I tell you. Do you understand how this is going to work’”

“I think so, Mistress.”

“Good, and one last thing. If you don’t come to me when I ask, then we’ll set up another outing out here. I’ll strap your ass so bad that you won’t be able to stand, and then I will stake you down over one of these ant hills and douse you with honey and watch you squirm. You know that I always do what I say I’m going to do, don’t you’”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ryan said.

“Now get that mouth back to working. I want to cum again, shit boy. You better suck me better than that, Doormat.”

Ryan redoubled his efforts.

Contined from Last Session With His Mistress.

Originally posted 2013-08-17 09:53:44. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Woman Spanks Man With Her Belt

Femdom Corporal Punishment Story

Hugh was lounging on the couch with his legs up on the glass coffee table. Syren was in the kitchen preparing supper. Hugh could see her cute petite frame with a perky ass and nice curves. She was a delightful treat to watch. When she carried two plates of food to the coffee table, Syren flashed a lovely smile that made her eyes twinkled.

“Thank you, darling,” Hugh said.

“You’re welcome.”

Curling up beside her husband, Syren took a bite.

“Do we have anything to drink?” Hugh asked.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Syren said. “I’ll get it for you. Hold on.”

The sexy lady hopped up and quickly brought back a cold beer.

“Thank you, baby.”

As they ate the supper that Syren had prepared, Syren curled up against Hugh’s side. A new show had just started. As Syren stroked his chest, Hugh’s attention was fixed on the female character. The character was dressed in a black leather bra and a matching short skirt. Thigh high boots hugged her legs all the way down to the three inch high heels. She had a small whip with a dozen leather strands in her hand.

“Ouch, I like that,” Hugh said without even thinking.

“Oh honey, would you like for me to dress that way for you?” Syren asked.

“Please Syren,” Hugh said with a scoff. “You are too Syren, no pun intended, to pull that off.”

Syren flinched. Hugh tried to recover.

“Darling, you know what I mean? It would be hard to play that role.”

“Want to try and see young man?” Syren challenged.

Hugh blew it off. Syren sit up and stared at him. Hugh continued to be glued to dominatrix. Syren looked first at him and then at the television.

“I am serious, Hugh,” Syren said.

He ignored her. Furious, Syren stood up and turned the television set off.

“Hey, what are you doing? I was watching that.”

“I want your attention. Do you think you could handle me being like that woman for a week?”

Hugh looked thoughtful. He looked up and down her five foot four frame and laughed under his breath.

“Sure, if you want to,” Hugh said.

“S do we have a deal,” Syren said. “I will be your mistress and control for the next week?”

“Sure honey, a week is fine. I will be happy to see you in a tight leather outfit. You know that I love your legs in a short leather skirt.”

“I know you would,” Syren answered. “And, I would never wear underwear either. I know that would spoil the view for you.”

Syren’s face had the most evil smile that Hugh had ever seen.

“Now that would make it worthwhile all by itself,” Hugh said.

Hugh’s heart skipped a beat as he pictured her in a sleek leather outfit.

“Of course leather or not, Hugh will expect you to obey me and take the consequences if you don’t. If you please me there will be rewards, but if you don’t there will be punishments. You have to agree to take whatever I dish out.”

“For a week?” Hugh said out loud as he thought.

It could be exciting. Hugh and Syren had been married for seven years and in some ways they had a very ordinary relationship. In other ways, it had gotten stale. Even if Syren failed at being a mistress, it would no doubt add some spark. Hugh liked the idea of seeing her in costumes.

“Not a problem, honey,” Hugh said. “One week in your service. Take whatever money that you need from savings to buy your costumes.”

“Are you sure?” Syren asked.

“Yes Syren.”

“How about we begin right now?”

“Sure baby,” Hugh said.

“I can tell we need to work on one thing right now. You don’t call me baby or honey. I am one thing to you and that is Mistress. Do you understand that?”

“Yes baby, I mean Mistress,” Hugh said.

“I can see that you’re going to need some instruction and reinforcement. Give me your belt.”


“Because, I asked for it,” Syren said. “Now take your belt out of those pants real slow and put it in my hands.”

“Ok,” Hugh said.

Hugh did as she asked and unbuckled his leather belt and slowly slid it through the loops until it was completely off. Looking down at it, Hugh saw a wide black belt made of leather. It was smooth and sleek just like the material that Hugh hoped to see Syren wearing.

“Give it to me,” Syren repeated.

Hugh did just that. The belt looked big in her small hands.

“Drop your jeans down around your ankles now. I think it is time for explain my role a little better.”

“What!!!” Hugh yelled. “Oh baby, please?”

“You don’t seem to understand. For the next week, you are mine. You will do exactly what I tell you to do and without hesitation. See I told you just two minutes ago to not call me baby, and you just did. That is out and out disrespect. I can see that you need to understand that this is serious. Get those pants down, now!!!”

Hugh slowly unsnapped his jeans and pushed them over his ass. They were tight and hugged his ass tightly. As they slid off and down his legs, Hugh stood there in his red jockey shorts with his jeans sitting around his ankles.

“Shorts too,” Syren demanded.

Hugh took the same steps of pulling them down over his ass. Somehow he felt a little fear about what was coming next and drew out the time that it would have been required to take them down. Syren didn’t seem to mind. The slower that Hugh moved the better she enjoyed the show. She had a wild look in her eyes and a stupid smile on her face. When Hugh had slid his shorts down to join the crumpled jeans around his ankles, he looked up at her.

“Turn around and put both hands on the arm of the couch.”

Hugh did as she asked. Secretly, Hugh had to wonder whether she had enough strength to make an impact. Syren was a little thing. Hugh wondered if he needed to moan a little to make it realistic. He wanted to play along and make it sounded like it really hurt.

“Hold on tight. I don’t want you moving around on me.”

“Yes, baby,” Hugh said.

Hugh smiled as he intentional broke her rule again. Hugh heard the belt swishing through the air an instant before it made contact. The belt stung all the way across his ass. The popping sound of the leather sunk into his skin and was louder than the preceding air whistle. Hugh bolted up in shock and turned to faced her. Syren was smiling. Rubbing his ass, Hugh tried to speak.

“Ouch,” Hugh said. “That stung.”

“Good,” Syren said. “It’s supposed to sting. The sting will help you remember your place better. Now I didn’t tell you to take your hands off of the couch.”

Syren shook her head and then continued.

“This is going to take an awful lot of work. You call me baby, and then you don’t listen to me when I tell you to do something. For the record, I am determined to teach you a few things this week.”

Hugh stared at her cold eyes. They were colder than he had ever seen them in his life, but he also noticed that her nipples were pressing out through the t-shirt material.

“I said,” Syrener continued. “Get your hands back on that couch arm, and stick that ass out as far as you can. I am going to warm it up for you.”

Hugh slowly turned and grabbed the arm of the couch. Pushing back his ass, Hugh felt the skin stretch over his ass muscles.

“Oh yes, now my little slave is figuring it out.”

Hugh didn’t even hear the swish before the next crack of the doubled belt. Even as it burned into his skin, Hugh held the position. Syren kept going. The next lick hit full force with the right cheek taking the full force of the flat belt. It forced the air out of Hugh’s lungs as he groaned. Before he could catch his next breath, Syren sent another lashing into the tender underside of his ass.

“mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Hugh cried as the groan escaped his lips.

“You like that, don’t you?” Syren said. “You like being my little slut, don’t you?”

Before Hugh could answer, she landed two more lashes into the same spot, the belt seem to find its way into his butt tuck and set his skin on fire.

“Now the way that I figure it…” Syren said.


The belt struck his left cheek that time. The virgin skin yelled in agony. The second lash was right behind it.

“You owe me about…”

Whack. Whack

They found his left butt cheek and stung worse than the other side. She was finding her mark at will now. Hugh gripped the arm of the couch with white knuckles. Determined to not let go, Hugh tried to take deep breaths.

“twenty of these…”

The next one was harder than any so far. It cut into his ass like a branding iron. Hugh felt the heat rising in his skin and knew that it had to be turning pink.

“Maybe next time you will…”

The next lashes came with an upward swing. They were so hard that Hugh found himself rising onto his tip toes with each lash. The end of the belt caught the upper part of his thigh. Hugh pushed upward as far as he could in some hopeless attempt to avoid the brunt contact.

“think twice about calling me baby.”

Syren must have enjoyed the reaction from the upward swings because she started making them all upward moving. The bottom of his ass become noticeable more tender than the rest of his ass. She made contact with the next one, and it drove right into Hugh’s brain.

“Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Syren, God, you are killing me.”

“I like it when you groan,” Syren said. “You have found a way to make me happy. But don’t call me Syren, I am Mistress. Anything else will be punished severely. I think you know that I will do it now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Hugh said.

Hugh felt the belt swish across his ass again.

“Yes, what?”

Hugh felt the belt come down on his ass three more times. Hugh breathed so hard with each lick that he could barely get enough air.

“Come on slut, you know the right words,”

The belt came across his left cheek, and the tip flickered into his crack. A scream escaped his lips before Hugh could hold it in. Mistress Syren must have loved it because she came back with another lash at the same spot. Hugh screamed again without shame. The pain was intense.

“Oh I,” Syren said.

“I don’t,” Hugh cried back.

“Wrong answer,” Syren said. “Take your shoes and pants off. I am taking some clothes off too. I would suggest that you finish first. Get them off, now!!!”

Syren pulled her top up. Hugh stared in wonder at the finely toned stomach. Syren’s narrow waist and tight muscles made her midriff exquisite. As she continued to pull the top, Hugh saw the firmness of her breasts with their very erect nipples. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“Your time is running out, little boy,” Syren said.

Hugh just could not seem to take his eyes off of her. Hugh still had not moved an inch to take his jeans off. While Hugh stared, Syren folded her shirt and laid it on the ground. Reaching for her pants snap, she opened her jeans.

“You’re a brave little boy. I am almost done. I guess you want to see what I will do when I win, huh?”

Syren slid her jeans off. Each inch of skin that was revealed was that much more seductive. Hugh could barely stand to watch her undress. It wasn’t until she stopped that Hugh realized how much trouble he was in.

“I am done,” she said.

Syren was dressed in a pair of black panties which were visibly soaked in the crotch. If there was any doubt of her excitement before, it was gone now. Obviously, Syren had enjoyed taking charge.

“I see that you aren’t,” Syren said.

“I’m sorry,” Hugh said. “I will hurry.”

“It is a little too late, little boy,” Syren said. “Bend over and put your forehead into the seat of the couch. Hurry!!! I want it done now!!!”

Hugh stared at her only to feel her push him against the couch. Hugh let his body fold over. Syren got on the couch and put one knee on either side of his head. With her panties resting on the back of his head, Syren faced his ass.

“Nice view,” she said.

Hugh groaned from the pressure of her weight pushing his face into the couch.

Bringing the belt down over her head, Syren let it land lengthwise on Hugh’s right cheek. Hugh’s whole body vibrated from the blow. Hugh felt Syren rub her panties on the back of his head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Syren said. “I like this.”

She rubbed her panty covered pussy against Hugh’s head again moving in slow back and forth movements. The belt landed on his right side across the cheek and down the thigh. The belt’s tip flickered to the inner thigh.

“Oh your ass is getting a little red now, but I do have to still address your lack of obedience. Do you think that twenty will be enough?”

“For what?”

“You do not answer my questions with a question. I guess you need thirty instead, do you agree?”

“Yes,” Hugh said.

“Yes, what?” Syren asked. ” I still can not believe that you still have not figured that out. I guess we need to work on that first.”

She started whipping his ass again in a rhythm as she rocked back and forth over his head. Syren would bring the belt down on his ass and then she would rub her pussy forward. As she brought the whip down again, she would let it slide back. It came down over and over so many times that Hugh lost count.

“Yes what?” her voice crept into his mind.

Hugh could not answer and felt the next whacks drive into his ass harder. The back of his head was wet from her dripping pussy. Syren was making as much noise as Hugh was.

“Oh My God, I love your ass. You’re setting my pussy on fire. Yes what?”

Hugh groaned with each lash.

“Oh yesssssssssssssssssss,” Syren moaned in pleasure. “Oh it’s building inside of me. I’m so hot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Have you figured it out yet? Yes what?”

“Yes ma’am?” Hugh asked.

The belt came down again. Hugh jumped from the pain. His ass was so tender. Each lick made it cringe in agony. Syren moaned louder.

“Close little boy, try again.”

Whack, the belt came down on the crack. The belt looped around and flickered against his balls. Hugh screamed.

“Yes Mistress,”

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. You need to answer that way each time. I think it is rude to just say yes and no, don’t you? It doesn’t give me the respect that I deserve? You agree?”

Hugh must not have answered fast enough. The belt hit his crack again and again licked around and into his balls.

“Yes Mistress,” Hugh said.

It was almost as if someone else had said it. Hugh’s mind was in a fog. The only thing in his mind was getting her to stop. The licks against his balls were bringing the pain to a new level. If it meant saying the earth was red, Hugh would have said it. At the same time, Syren’s mind was saturated with pleasure.

“That is much better little boy,”

“Thank you, Mistress Syren.”

“Oh you do accept training after all. Now we never did get those jeans off your ankles did we? I told you that there would be consequences if I undressed first. We decided on thirty didn’t we?”

“Yes Mistress,” Hugh said.

“Good, then open up that ass.”

“Do what?” Hugh asked.

“Grab your cheeks and pull them apart. These thirty are going on your cute little asshole. Oh, and these are going to hurt. And do you know what? I’m going to cum when it is the most painful. I’m going to rub my pussy all over this head of yours until I cum.”

“Shit Syren, I can’t do that.”

“What did you say? Get that ass open now or I will start lashing your back and it will be with more than one belt. So, open it up now.”

Hugh reacted immediately. Hugh had known that it was a mistake to say anything as soon as the words came out of his mouth, but there was no way to take them back. Further, Hugh knew that she would whip his back. At this point, Hugh would not put anything past his Mistress. She was horny and wicked. With all the power, she was in control.

Hugh pulled his cheeks apart as far as he could. Hugh knew that she could see the white streak caused by the pressure of his fingers. At least she knew that he was trying to obey. With any luck, she would take it easy on him.

The first lash hit squarely on his asshole. Hugh’s eyes were blinded with a flash of light as the pain rushed through his body. Hugh could hear his screams erupting out of his mouth and into the couch. The pressure on the back of his head became more intense as she rocked her pussy. Hugh was being used like a toy for her enjoyment.

The next lash hit down the crack and snapped against his balls. Hugh screamed again even more loudly and was rewarded with another push down ward. The next one hit the inside of his cheek almost catching his fingers.

“Oh My God, yes, oh yes, oh it is building, little boy, I feel it growing inside of me. Oh it feels so good.”

More lashes came down on his asshole. Hugh could feel it swelling from the blows. The tender skin that is usually protected inside of the crack became red and on fire.

“Here it cums bitch. I feel it. Oh slut you love when I cum don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Tell me how much?” Syren commanded.

“Yes Mistress. Cum Mistress. Please cum Mistress.”

Syren brought down a flurry of blows as her squeals became louder. The pain flooded his mind. Hugh was in a fog.

“Cum Mistress.”

She screamed at the top of her voice and exploded.

“Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg I am cumming.. All over you. Oh My God, I am cumming again. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”

Hugh felt her fall limp against his back and ass. Hugh tried to breathe but found it difficult to take anything but shallow breaths. After about ten minutes, she got up and smiled at him.

“Oh you were good. Just imagine you have your own mistress now and for the next seven days. You don’t have to just look at her longingly on the television. I intend to make this week very real. I do hope you start learning faster or your ass will be a very tenderized piece of meat, but you did good in the end.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“You are very welcome. Just keep trying hard. I don’t want you cumming without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now go take a shower and get ready for bed. I will put a blanket on the floor for you tonight. You will have to earn the bed and your next cum.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Oh, tomorrow I will go get some of those costumes that you like so much too. I know you are looking forward to that. I bet they will have some toys there too. I will find something exciting for you.”

“Yes, Mistress”

Originally posted 2013-08-31 06:38:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter