Pussy banned

She shouldn’t have done it. She should never have snuck away for lunch with ASPEN9IN. But she was curious and intrigued by his erotic words and had to find out if the man was as gorgeous in real life as he was on the screen and in her emails.

It was just a quick lunch, no more than an hour and totally platonic. They’d eaten at an upscale sandwich shop in full view of the public and discussed in low tones what they enjoyed about the scene, what each was looking for, what she had already, how he could best find a sub amongst the players and dreamers locked into the dating website.

They didn’t even have sex, for Christ’s sake! They didn’t even kiss!

But he found out. Somehow he found out and was waiting for her when she returned home around 2:00 that afternoon.

“Honey! Y-You’re home!” were the first words out of her mouth when he opened the door just as she was putting her key into it. Unfortunately, they were also the last ones out of her for the rest of the afternoon. With a look of anger and sternness, he pulled her inside and ordered her to kneel at his feet, then put the red ball-gag from the closet into her mouth and buckled it around her head, silencing her.

What followed was his standard lecture about meeting strange men. She was fortunate because he didn’t mind as long as HE knew when, where and for how long. She knew he wanted to do a scene where he had her pinned down sucking him while another man fucked her savagely. But their agreed upon conditions were: 1). The meet would be non-sexual and should be brunch, lunch or dessert lasting no more than two hours, 2). Let him know via cell phone when she got to the meet, call each ½ hour into the meet, and right after she left the meet she was to call and tell him she was on her way home.

She should have told him she was arranging this meet with ASPEN9IN, but she wanted to spend time with this new, exciting man without having to check her watch every 10 minutes to know when to phone him. Unfortunately he’d found out and now he was furious.

“You could have had sex for all I know” he shouted. “Do you know what kind of diseases are out there? Do you know you could have been raped?”

Pulling her from her kneeling, head down position, he propelled her to their bedroom and ordered her to disrobe. While she stripped down removing her skirt, panties, blouse and bra (she hardly ever wore nylons and shoes during the summer, preferring sandals and bare legs) he went to the closet and pulled the senior cane from within. Throwing it on the bed he reached in again and took the heavy leather cuffs meant for her wrists and knees and threw those on the bed as well.

She was starting to shake now. She’d been caned a few times before, but she’d never seen him so angry. Naked, she rubbed her smooth, white bottom with her hands and wondered when she’d be able to sit again….two days from now? Three? A week? He was SO infuriated.

“Pillows in the middle of the bed” he barked. She complied by taking the dense feather pillows from the top of the bed and stacking them neatly in the middle. Thinking that this was going to be a LONG caning and he wanted her in position for awhile, her eyes started to water. “No wonder he wanted me gagged,” she thought dismally. “I’m going to be tied down, ass high, and caned within an inch of my life. WHY didn’t I tell him?”

“Kneel” was the next order from him, and she obediently knelt at his feet, offering her palms for his inspection and use. Working roughly, he quickly cuffed and buckled her wrists with the leather restraints. He also put the narrow leather ankle cuffs on each elbow, making her wonder what he had in mind.

“Stand and present” was the next order, and she stood up, sat on the bed and presented each thigh to him for cuffing. He was rougher with her knees than he was with her hands and she whimpered a few times as he wrapped and buckled each knee. He wouldn’t even look at her he was so angry.

Once he was done with clothing her in the leather restraints, she turned and crawled toward the center of the bed, preparing to place herself face down and spreading her arms and legs out for clipping to the nylon tethers running under the bed. This position left her face down, hips and ass high over the dense feather pillows, arms and legs spread and locked into place. She’d been in this position too many times before and knew her ass would be a perfectly presented target for any implement he’d chose to use on her.

But he stopped her.

“NO!” he barked. “Sit on the pillows, then lay back”.

Looking at him curiously, she did as she was told. He took both arms and clipped the D-rings of the cuffs to the strategically placed tether ring at each post on the headboard. Then, working roughly again, he raised each leg and clipped the cuffs on each knee to it’s corresponding elbow cuff.

This left her bent in half, legs wide with her shaved pussy spread open and gaping. Because of the pillows under her lower back, her nether regions were higher than her head. Unfortunately (and much to her embarassment) her pussy started sucking in and releasing air. She couldn’t control this humiliating farting, and didn’t like the idea that he might think that she was enjoying this. She DID enjoy being tied up helpless. She enjoyed it very much. But today was a bad day for her to enjoy being tied up with him in such a white hot rage.

“I should cane your ass and cunt for what you did” he growled, leaning down close to her face. “I’m SO ANGRY with you. You could have gotten raped or killed and I wouldn’t have known until the police showed up at my door!” She started trembling now…he had never punished her when in a state like this. Never.

He continued in his rage: “How can I protect you if I don’t know where you are at all times? It’s my job to look out for you and protect you. But I can’t do that if you’re going to sneak around” He punctuated these remarks with a few slaps of his hand to her taut rear end. They stung, but did little to dispel the knowledge that he could really hurt her while he was in this angry rage.

He must have read her mind because he turned and left the room, leaving her to wonder if he just needed to cool down or if he was going for the razor strop in the kitchen. After about 15 minutes he returned and she was relieved to see that most of the red that flushed his face earlier had left. She was also relieved to see him carrying a half-drunk glass of wine and NO razor strop.

He took a sip of the wine, then picked up the cane from the foot of the bed. “I’ve changed my mind” he said. “I’m not going to cane you.” Which was yet another relief for her. She’d never had her pussy caned, but she’d been caned a few times on her ass. She hated it with a passion. The only thing keeping her from breaking or hiding the cane was the knowledge that he’d come up with a worse punishment if she did that.

“But you DO need to be punished” he continued. “I need to give you some correction that will sink in this time. Obviously the cane, strap and paddles aren’t working.” Setting down his glass on the TV stand at the foot of the bed, he sat at the end of the bed, gazed maliciously at her helplessly offered charms, then pulled something out of his pocket.

A thick, standard sized, office rubber band.

“You’re getting six of these” he said, showing her the rubber band.

“A rubber band? What? A rubber band?” she thought. “He’s going to strike me with a rubber band?” Her confusion must have shown on her face because he spoke again. “Yes, you will get six strokes with this, and I assure you, young lady, you WILL remember them.”

As he crawled closer to her open and unwilling bottom, he explained that 15 minutes ago he could have injured her terribly in his anger. Even now he was still very angry, therefore the punishment MUST be something that would fit the crime, yet not leave lasting damage no
matter how hard he wielded the implement.

She relaxed visibly and her thoughts were that she was g
etting off easy. He’s going to hit or snap her with a rubber band. Thank God! No cane or razor strop and she KNEW she could easily take six snaps with that innocent looking office tool. This would be a piece of cake. “This is punishment?” she thought, and stifled a chuckle.

Placing the band first around his thumb, then around his forefinger of his left hand, he put his hand on her pussy, palm over the opening of her honey hole. Then he pulled the band back with his other hand about 4 inches and let it go.

**SNAP!!**

She squealed into the ball-gag as the band struck her bare pussy an inch above the clitoris and pulled at the leather straps holding her wrists. Everyone’s been hit with a well snapped rubber band, but not everyone’s been hit with a well-snapped rubber band aimed at the fleshy point of their pussy right above the clitoris. It turns out that THIS was a different story altogether from being snapped on your arm.

The sting was tremendous, immediate and painful, taking her totally by surprise. It felt as though someone had taken a leather tawse and whapped her with it as hard as they could, only this pain was concentrated and continued growing and heating up well after the snap occurred. She stared at him, eyes were wide with disbelief, and started to wonder first how he got the inspiration for this new punishment and, second, how she was going to endure five more of those zings into her pussy.

“Hmm…” was the only sound he made when she’d calmed down and silently begged him with her tear-filled eyes to stop. He regarded the very slight pink spot on her shaved mons and considered how such a small, insignificant movement by him could have caused such a reaction in her. But, still, there were five more of these to go before he would be satisfied that she’d learned her lesson.

Moving further down, she felt the warm touch of his thumb and finger holding the innocent looking rubber band on either side of the opening of her vagina. Though she couldn’t see how far he was stretching the band this time, she knew it would strike a hissing nip on the area he considered “his” and not hers. Sure enough, when he drew back and let go again:

**SWICK!!**

And again the smarting, sudden pain filled her cunt, making her scream into her gag and pull even harder on the leather cuffs. It was FIRE! A stinging FIRE across her cunt lips…worse than even being switched because this pain kept sinking further and further into her pussy in the spot where the rubber band had struck.

Moving up just a ½ inch, he took aim again, pulled the band back a little further this time and let go.

**SNAP!!*

Her reaction was electric. She squealed loudly and started shaking her head from side to side. This was torture! She felt like her soft, bare pussy was being caned by the world’s strongest leprechaun. But at least the cane was wood…this was murderous rubber, pulled back and let go to bite harshly into her sex. The sting of the rubber on her labia kept sinking deeper and deeper to the core of her pleasure center, making her writhe, struggle and strain at the bonds holding her in place on the bed. She couldn’t even move off of the pillows that held her exposed organs so pleasantly presented to his eyes and hands.

Any attempt to close her legs, in fact every attempt to refuse him access to her open cunt and asshole, was futile and she writhed as much as she could under the chuckling face of her tormenter. It amused him to see her desperately try to close her legs, to give some kind of shelter and comfort to her gaping, throbbing feminine genitalia. With the last evidence of his previous anger abating, he sat back and watched her shake and try to pull her knees away from her elbows or, barring that, pull her wrists from the rope and leather than kept them shackled to the headboard.

She desperately needed to be rubbed where the band had bitten. Not for sexual release but for the simple soothing touch that eased the pain somewhat. But there would BE no rubbing on the three spots that had been snapped….this was, after all, punishment for a transgression. She’d disobeyed and had not put safety first. He was going to teach her that this was a bad choice and rubbing the hurt spot wasn’t part of that lesson.

While she struggled and wept, trying to breath through a clogged nose because her mouth was full from the humiliating ball-gag, he got up from the bed and went to get a drink from the wineglass and light a cigarette. Carrying an ashtray over to the bedside table, he lay down next to her and sipped his wine while looking at her red, tear-stained face…silently pleading with him to stop, please stop, she’d learned her lesson, please don’t torture her like this anymore.

“Is it sinking in now, my dear?” He asked. “Are you now starting to understand what a venereal disease would feel like? Or, worse, being raped?”

She nodded and sniffed. Yes, she understood. Even though it was only three snaps of a rubber band, she understood the pain that would be awaiting her should she ever try a stunt like that again without informing him first.

“Good” He replied, sipping is wine and regarding her bound body. “Then hopefully the final three strokes will be enough of a lesson to make you remember for good.” This only made her tears start anew, for she’d been hoping that his change in position meant he’d seen his way to forgiving her.

But those hopes were lost now. When he says he’s going to give six strokes (of any implement), six strokes is definitely what she’ll receive. Complaining only upped the count and she was bitterly thankful for the ball gag that kept her from whining and complaining. With a sting as deep as that dreadful band delivered, she wouldn’t have been able to help herself and would be begging him to not finish the punishment. Had she really thought she would be getting off easy with the innocent looking rubber band?

As she sobbed weakly, he smoked his cigarette and watched her, occasionally running a finger down her face to dry a tear here and there. Torture wasn’t something he necessarily liked doing, but she must learn and sometimes a spanking only spurred her on. Spanking was a natural aphrodesiac to her, and she needed to learn not to disobey him.

He lay next to her and watched her, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray. When he felt she was almost ready again, instead of getting up he dipped a finger into his wine glass, withdrew it and let it hover over her right breast, then let a drop fall on her right nipple. Due to the bent position of her body, her breasts were pushed together and up, making a most welcoming pillow for his head should he desire to place it there.

The wine stayed on the tip of her nipple for only a moment, then ran down the side of that breast toward her neck. He dipped his finger again and daubed the other nipple in much the same manner, watching closely and intently to see which way the wine would run again. This time it rolled down between her breasts, drawing a path to the bottom of her ribcage.

This seemed like an amusing game to him, so he repeated the process a few more times, putting drops of wine only on the nipples and watching the liquor make it’s way from her rapidly hardening nipples to other inviting areas of her upper body. Rolling over slightly and putting the wineglass on the bedside table, he turned back to her and looked into her eyes with a wicked grin on his face. Then lowered his head and started suckling each nipple, licking up the trace of wine and making her moan deep in her throat.

Any break from punishment was welcome to her. She struggled lightly, wishing only that while he nuzzled, licked and sucked on her nipples that he’d reach his hand down and soothe her stinging pussy. It would feel so wonderful to first feel the warmth of his palm on her bare cunt lips, then feel his large fingers probe into the depths, stirring the moisture that h
as suddenly started flowing down there.

But he had no intention of giving her pleasu
re at this time…only of amusing himself with his little slave-girl who’d gone awry and must be taught who was in charge. So he kept licking her hard nipples, nipping at them with his teeth, then flicking them with his tongue while keeping an eye on her face, watching it change from screwed up agony and tears to a relaxed, pleasant arousal.

“You know,” he said as he took one last nip on her left nipple, “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.” She shook her head “No”, but hoped that this small distraction might change his mind from finishing the punishment to her pussy. She jiggled her body as much as possible within the confines of the ropes, making her breasts shake in a most enticing way. She could also smell her arousal from further down her body and hoped (in vain) that he wouldn’t notice the new scent in the room.

He watched this attempted distraction, then turned around and rolled off the bed. Taking up the rubber band from the mattress, he watched her expression change from “Come Sire. Use me any way you want” to a horrified look of fright and panic. He HADN’T forgotten about the punishment. Indicating that the “festivities” were about to commence again by placing the band back around his thumb and forefinger, and walked to the bottom of the bed where he took stock of the damage already done.

The first snap to her fleshy mons above the clitoris was starting to fade, but still bore the mark of what looked like a cane stroke – slightly welted, but the red fading. More spectacular were the two strokes close together near her cunt opening. What made them more spectacular were that they were augmented by a sheen of pre-cum pussy juice…pussy juice he’d gotten out of her by simply playing with her nipples and triggering her own deep, internal desire to be touched and used down there.

Her cunt was also engorged with blood, ready, willing and waiting for his dagger of a cock to split it open. Very inviting to him, but something to do later…after the punishment was administered.

He only made three small noises while turning his face back into the hard, unrelenting Master’s mask he wore when correcting her. “Tsk, tsk, tsk” was all he said, and he mounted the bed and sat near the arena of punishment again. They BOTH knew she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this punishment…and he was going to have to bring that lesson to her once again. Smartly.

Using his left hand holding the rubber band, he quickly placed his finger and thumb just above the last welt left, pulled the rubber back about three inches and let it go again.

**SMACK**

The rubber bit into her swollen, lusty pussy, making a little bit of a ‘splat’ noise because of the wetness down there. If anything, her reaction was even more animated than the last three times because this time it was so much worse. She had been sensitized fully by his previous sensual ministrations to her tits and her cunt was begging for a powerful, hard fucking, not a spanking.

She howled. She bucked. She tried to get away from the swarming sting that was filling her pussy from the middle on out. She could not get away, though.

Looking stern, he growled at her. “Not only are you ENJOYING this, my pet, but I think you’re still not realizing the gravity of what you’ve done. You could have been fucked HERE!” And he pulled back as far as he could without breaking the band and delivered a fast, hard **SNAP!** of the band right on her open anus, making what was once a relaxed, open rictus tighten up and spasm, and causing her to howl even louder through her gag at the new pain now eminating from her shit-hole.

She never knew there could be such a sting in that area, the most sensitive of her sensitive areas (at least so far this afternoon). Her head rocketed back and fourth and she started to sweat as the hot sting sunk into her anus and made it’s way up her rectum. It felt like a wasp had stung right at the center of her wide open asshole and was biting it’s way up her lower intestine. She’d never been touched harshly there, although Master was working on getting her used to it by occasionally inserting a finger or two during foreplay.

But this? This was pain, pure and simple. Agony! Torture! What made it most degrading was both the position she was tied in, wide open and helpless and the fact that it was a simple rubber band from his desk that was bringing her to her knees (figuratively). How humiliating that an unpretentious little rubber band could turn her into a blubbering, wailing mass of flesh. She’d taken far worse strokes to her ass and hadn’t felt this agonized and tormented. It was degrading.

Before she had completely recovered from the anus snap, he asked her if she wanted to be fucked HERE – pulled back and **SNAPP*ed her anus again – making her once again attempt to rear up and close her legs while shaking uncontrollably in the restraints, trying to ease the sting in her asshole. Those anus stings were almost WORSE than the pussy stings because her pussy at least was used to being handled. Her virgin anus had hardly been touched and, even then, it had been touched gently and provocatively. Not spanked hard by what felt like a flexible rubber cane.

She was miserable and sobbing almost hysterically. But amid her misery was the thankfulness of this punishment was over. She could handle anything now, even the pain of what felt like a brutal caning on her private parts. She promised herself she would never, ever, EVER meet a strange man from the internet for lunch again without telling him and following the procedure. The consequences were just not worth it.

“Are you learning your lesson, my pet?”

Opening her eyes, she was a little startled to see his face so close to hers. Blinking tears from her eyes she nodded and he fell back to his sitting position, so close to her split open cunt that she had a faint hope that he’d kiss the whipped parts to make them feel better. Yes, she’d learned her lesson. With disobedience came pain. Not necessarily pain that would leave a lasting mark…for he truly didn’t want to damage his sub, just pain to teach and correct her.

It was almost as if he could read her mind because he started running his fingers over the welts and taking stock of the fact that, with the two blows to her anus, she’d dried up once again. “Yes” he said, “I think you might just be learning. You’re as dry as a bone!” Then he chuckled deeply, menacingly. “But I think we can take care of that” and started running his fingers along her slit, inside, outside, occasionally rubbing the nub of her clitoris making it start to leak fluid and stand up perkily.

She growled low in her throat now as his fingering of her cunt began to create a passion within, and she closed her eyes as she felt him thrust two fingers deep inside, finding her G-spot and wiggling them there most obligingly. He was starting to get her off and her hips began thrusting, pussy spasming, her body prepared for a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Just one last thing,” he said in a gutteral voice and quickly placed this thumb to one side of her erect clitoris, this forefinger to the other side, pulled the band back smartly and let it loose:

**WHAP!!**

Dead center….right on her open, unhooded, exposed clitoris, causing her eyes to fly open in shock and pain. The sting was agony…sheer agony. He had pulled the band back almost to the point of breaking it and snapped it quickly into the helpless pleasure center of her body…her clit.

Later, she would wonder if that’s what it felt like to have her clit pierced, but at the moment of the dreadful, terrible sting her whole being and concentration was focused on the unbearable, throbbing pain of the rubber against her helpless and exposed clit.

She screamed several times into her ball-gag, hands into fists and muscles into rock hard flesh. She shook the bed with her struggles to deal with the pain in her cunt and he was happy and relieved t
hat the bed was a stout one and the leather and nylon tethers held. She’d have bruises on he
r wrists and elbows the next day from her frenzied struggle to get away from the very last clitoral punishment snap.

He was also glad that he’d closed the windows before they started. Even with the gag, the neighbors would have heard her shrieks. But the beauty of this torture was that there would be no lasting physical damage. Only in her psyche would she remember this punishment for years to come.

For a brief moment, she hated him for the unfairness of it all…he was bigger, stronger and could overcome her at any moment of the day or night. Why had she given him everything, even her sensitive pussy, if he was just going to torture her with her disadvantage? She cried and strained in her bonds, her mind trying to work it’s way around the unbelievable red-hot volcano that her clitoris had become.

But that hateful feeling was washed away a few minutes later when her Master discarded the wretched rubber band on the floor, leaned in, and kissed her dry, hot pussy. OH GOD! It hurt when he touched her clit with his tongue…it smarted in the worst way.

But, strangely, it also started making her wet again and she couldn’t believe her own wantonness and betrayal of her pussy when it starting to spasm. Her feelings of love and devotion to her tormentor flooded into her when she realized that, despite his punishment to this sub he owned and loved, he still wanted to kiss her and make her feel better.

Her clit throbbed under the light flicks of the tip of his tongue. When he felt it come up again and de-hood, he tipped his head back and regarded the very red, very swollen and very punished nubbin of flesh. It obviously hurt her when it rose like that, but it was also obvious that she needed to cum. He lowered his head and lightly licked it again.

Sneaking two fingers into her cunt, he lovingly massaged the nub of her G-spot…making her moan in pain/pleasure. Her clit smarted and ached, but it also reveled in the feeling of his hot, wet tongue. She didn’t know what to think or do, but she knew her climax was fast approaching.

Lifting her head with ebbing strength, she grunted a low sound…”Uhg??” He stopped tonguing and teasing her clit long enough to answer the unspoken question, “Yes, my pet. You may cum.”

Then he dropped his head again and gently teased her clit with his tongue, flicking it quickly over the top, circling and lightly sucking on it while wriggling his fingers gently in her wet, spasming cunt.

Her orgasm was painful, yet mind-blowing. She squirted cum through her clit into his mouth. Her raw bud burned and stung due to the punishment it had just received, but that seemed to make her orgasm even more intense as she came over and over again….finally passing out from the power of this whipping and orgasm.

Later on, after she’d revived, he would rip his cock from it’s confinement and plunge it into her cum-tightened pussy, his balls smacking into her anus reminding her of the horrifying fifth and sixth strokes. But for now she merely drifted into sub-space, floating on the endorphins that the pain of the pussy punishment and the pleasure of his tongue brought her to.