This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Punishment By Marie LeClare
Meara said, as she entered my apartment, "Marie, you've been a very bad girl. Staying out all night and not going to work".
Although Meara wasn't very tall, barely over 5 foot, she was very strong. She could be so nice and warm at times, but other times she was very cruel.
Then taking me by the hand, she led me to the couch, where she sat down and roughly turned me over her knee. As her one hand held me securely, her other hand was smoothing out the wrinkles on my ass from my jeans.
Although I did like the feel of her hand on me, her touch, I nervously shuddered at what was coming next, as she had spanked me many times. Sometimes being very brutal as she enjoyed inflicting pain.
I could see the reflection in the mirror as she raised her hand to spank. Several times she brought it crashing down on my ass. Spanking each tender cheek and counting, until she said, "this won't do".
I could tell that she was in a particularly sadistic mood, as she undid the snap on my jeans and pulled the zipper down.
Hastily she slipped my jeans down and completely off, while tugging at my thong underwear to pull them tightly against the crack of my ass.
As I wiggled to try and get free she roughly grabbed me by the hair and parted my thighs to prepare to spank me with severity.
Raising her hand and counting to 100 on each tender cheek, she spanked me, till they turned from pink to bright red. Then almost as an afterthought, she swatted my inner thighs.
Counting, and all the while saying, "you've been bad", as she spanked each inner thigh in turn, making the pain almost unbearable.
It didn't happen at once, but it did happen. The pain was turning to touches of pleasure. I could feel the sting turning from pain to waves of pleasure as I stopped squirming and cupped my breasts, and emitted little moans.
It was then she stopped spanking me, and slowly moved her hand to allow her fingers to explore my hot wet pussy, as I heard her breath coming in short pants.
"This is exciting you, isn't it?" she said "It's supposed to be punishment and not for your pleasure".
I could feel her movement, and hoped the pain was over, but I was wrong. She had reached for the hairbrush.
As she connected the hairbrush with my tender bottom, again and again, she said, "I should whip you". Raising her hand high above her head she started to spank my inner thighs with the bristle side of the brush.
Willing to do anything to stop the pain, I stopped squirming to let her have her will, hoping the pain would end.
Hearing her breath becoming shallower and shallower, I could tell she is getting excited. The thought made me pull and tug at my rockhard nipples.
As suddenly as it started, the thrashing on my ass stopped. As she grabbed me roughly by the hair, and said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson".
She hiked up her dress as she roughly made me kneel before her on the floor. Pushing her panties aside, she commanded, "lick me".
She had never made me do this before and as I struggled uselessly to pull my head back, she pulled it inches from her pussy.
As I had never done that before I was frightened, but she kept pulling so my head was barely inches from her pussy.
I didn't know what to do, so I struggled, trying uselessly to pull my head back, but Meara has a firm grip on my hair, and the struggling was hurting.
I knew if I struggled any harder, I could lose some hair. Bringing tears to my eyes, the thought of losing my beautiful hair.
I looked up just as Meara leaned forward and crushed her lips to mine. Her hand on the back of my head crushing my face to hers.
She roughly stuck her tongue in my mouth, probing, flicking the tip of my tongue with her own. Then, still holding my head, she gripped my hair in both hands, just above my ears.
Looking fearfully up into her face, all I could see is this self satisfied smile that seems to be telling me she knows I can't fight her much longer.
Leaning back a little bit, and spreading her legs wide, Meara yanks my head forward into her by my hair. My nose bangs gently up against the top of her pussy as I hear her say once more, lick it Marie, and don't stop until you make me cum. You've been a really bad girl, and now you have to make it up to me.
Meara, wrapping her legs around my head, and crossing her ankles, uses her legs to force me face first right into her pussy.
I can't help it, and gasp, closing my eyes. My mouth is against her pussy, and suddenly her scent hits my nose. It's like an intoxicant, and I feel my will weakening as fast as my knees.
Shuddering, I take another breath, then a sniff, and the heady aroma of her pussy fills my nostrils. My nose tells me Meara is very excited, and as I open my eyes wide, I see that her inner lips are fully exposed, and I can see she is extremely wet, her pussy seems to glisten as the light sparkles off the droplets gently rolling down her pussy.
Oh God, I think, as my will dissolves, and I tentatively stick out my tongue.
Breathing in her wonderful scent, my tongue explores her delicate folds, and her sweet honey excites my mouth, pulling her pussy lips with my lips, and then letting them go, nibbling softly with my teeth and licking every crevice of her delicate folds, my hands go to her inner thighs as my thumbs part her pussy lips so I can lick her inner lips.
Swirling my tongue over her hood and clit I can feel her clit swell from excitement, licking in a little circle around her swollen clit and hearing her breath in shallow moans begins to affect my inner being.
Feeling the familiar tingle start deep in my pussy, my hands caressing her inner thighs as I allow my middle finger to explore her pussy, letting my finger go deep in her hot wet pussy and slowly at first then finger fucking her faster as her passion grew.
Cupping my tongue to draw her clit into my mouth, and sucking on it like a straw, she picked up the whip.
Bringing the whip down on my back, harder and harder as she approached her orgasm.
Suddenly, throwing her head back, and screaming, "I'm cumming", the whipping stopped.
As I fell back on the floor, I knew things were never going to be the same, with Meara and I.
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