I Was a Bad Girl

Dear Pen-Pal;

After our email exchange on Monday, I was a terribly wicked girl Monday night.

You got me so hot and bothered that I just had to pull out my vibrating butt plug and lube it up. I haven’t used it since late last year, so my bottom wasn’t used to the size. (about 5 in long, 4 in around circumference)

I took it to the couch in the living room and, while I thought I was relaxed and ready the first time, it hurt so bad that I needed to pull it out and take a breath.

I was imagining YOU being the one who pulled it out, relieving my discomfort, and then spanking my butt-cheeks red with your hand for not being able to handle it the first time. But I appreciated your understanding in realizing that I wasn’t ready yet.

Then I turned the vibrations on low and worked it in (oh GOD!) and out slowly, teasingly. In, again (but not all the way….oh CHRIST THAT’S BIG!) and slowly out, spreading the KY around evenly. Once again, sliding it in as my knees grew weak….thank GOD I was laying down on my side! Out again as my anus became used to the stretch.

This continued until finally I was able to insert the damn thing all the way in, and my anus contracted (as much as possible anyway) around the neck of the plug that was smaller than the widest part.

I wish you’d been there to see me squirm, mewl, cry and howl at feeling this intruder keeping my anus open against it’s will…I was thrashing about, wanting only the pressure to be relieved, but knowing that this was my earned punishment for being a displeasing sub. I told myself that I wouldn’t touch my pussy for at least five minutes while I turned up the intensity of the vibrations.

At one point to relieve the pressure on my anus, I swiped off the t-shirt I was wearing and lay naked and spread eagled on the sofa in the living room, imagining a man there who was enjoying me being totally open and exposed to his eyes, writhing and thrashing in pleasure/pain…a man who would take one of my breasts in his hand and pinch or suck on the nipple while I squirmed about feeling the buzzing deep in my bowels.

So I took my own breasts in my hands and tweaked the nipples while lying naked on the couch. But does that constitute touching myself? OH NO!…..full speed for YOU naughty Miss…and I turned the vibrator up to top speed.

The torture of top speed! I thought it was stirring my guts! I twisted, turned, and squirmed naked on the sofa, almost considering pulling the damned thing (which now felt as big as a log!) out of my ass! Only the thought of my cheeks being whalloped with the belt kept me from doing so.

After the five minutes were up, I turned the speed down and slid my hand down to my pussy, which was soaked and dripping….begging for something to be inserted that would fill THAT orifice up as much as the plug had filled up my rectum.

But I hadn’t thought ahead. My dildo and vibrators were still in the bedroom, from whence I’d fetched the damned butt-plug and lube in the first place, and I was currently incapacitated in the living room, couch pillows scattered on the floor due to my thrashings and attempts to get away from the beastly object planted firmly in my ass.

I tried to get up….really I did. But even after turning off the vibrations, I found my legs too weak to carry me. I suspect that if you had been there, you would have forced me to crawl to the bedroom, naked and weak, with the plug again on high speed for punishment.

You may have further punished me with a paddle on my ass, **WHAP** ing me unmercifully every step of the way, and beating my upturned ass harder if I stopped to rest to chastise me for being so forgetful in the first place.

So, my dear pen-pal, what I wound up doing was staying on the couch and imagining you there with me, watching me or even touching me and toying with the slickness of my cunt. Inserting your fingers to explore and find my g-spot while the damned plug burred merrily away in my anus, distracting me from orgasming.

Would you make me spread my legs open further than comfortably possible so I was completely exposed and embarassed to be totally naked and shamefully split open in front of a fully clothed man?

You are in control here and obviously know exactly what you are doing. You are well aware that shaming me makes me hotter than ever and anxious to please you in any way possible.

At the height of my climax I reached around and touched the plug, twisting it, even pushing it in deeper and imagined you were doing the manipulations to my bottom. Sweat heaven! And I orgasmed over and over again with the thoughts of you controlling my lower body.

After it was all over, I needed to relax as my pussy and anus were extremely tight due to the contractions of my orgasms. I was, however, VERY happy to finally ease that wretched thing out of my ass and relieve my poor, stretched rectum.

Sitting was a little uncomfortable the next day. (Thank goodness for nicely padded seats at work!)

But I think this plug should be kept in my drawer as a punishment plug, don’t you? I have a smaller one that’s softer….kinda like a “jelly” plug. Firm enough for insertion but soft to the skin.

Unfortunately it doesn’t vibrate, but still gives me a feeling of fullness without the painful, crampy “stretched” feeling that the hard, vibrating one does. I’m hoping this smaller one will meet with your approval. I live in fear of doing something so terrible to warrent the “punishment” plug again.

Even now, just sitting here and writing this to you, I’m thinking naughty thoughts again and will probably do something that I’ll need to be punished for.

I’m fantasizing about you having me in the classic position of sitting naked on your knees, facing away from you, and being forced to lean forward and touch the floor, which would put my wide open ass in your lap and totally in your control.

My naughty cunt would be open to you as well and I’m afraid my arousal would require you to spread your legs slightly and have a towel under me so I don’t stain your clothes.

It makes me wet just thinking of you taking your time and pleasure inserting a rectal thermometer into me as I plead for you to not do that; I feel fine!

The embarassment of you watching it be squeezed out of my ass and fall into your lap….then **WHAP** ing each cheek three times with a small plastic paddle because I failed to keep it inside.

The thought of you doing this over and over, training me to learn to hold the slender object in and punishing me each time I let it slip out, makes me want to orgasm just sitting here. I’m going to need to shower soon because of the thoughts you’ve inspired in my mind.

I wish you lived closer and that we could share more than just words on a page.