Fred’s Punishment – Part 1 of 2

Marjorie laid out her leather riding crop, whip, and flogger. She preferred a cat-o-nine-tails, but she hadn’t found a sub that could handle it. She was patient with training her newbie, though she was beginning to get bored with him.

Fred wasn’t toughening up quick enough for her. However, he was nicely endowed and easily aroused. Penile manipulation trained him to prolong his orgasms and she was eager to reward him with a good smothering followed by fucking. Such a reward only came about once training was complete and Fred did please her by silently receiving her spankings, beatings, and CBT.

Marjorie never thought a good sub would be so difficult to find. She was so frustrated that she led Fred into a corner. She placed him in his time-out position: forehead on the floor, arms stretched backward with his fingers toward his feet, knees bent and his ass in the air. “Spit,” she commanded with her gloved hand on the floor under his mouth. He obeyed. “I want to fuck. You haven’t earned it. So, you’ll be plugged while I do it myself. You’re such a disappointment.” She wiped his spittle between his ass cheeks and inserted two fingers to loosening him up. Barely able to stretch him to receive three digits she smiled. She felt her wetness pooling in her panties. She was always amazed at how aroused she became knowing he’d feel pain. “Breathe and relax and don’t make a sound. You make a sound or move and you get the strap-on.”

Marjorie rimmed Fred with a glass plug. She rotated it in small circles as she pressed into his tightness. “Breathe and relax.” His muscles loosened the tiniest bit and she increased the pressure. She smiled while slowly stretching his opening and finding a resting place for the device. “Mmmmmmmm,” she purred close to his ear. She trailed a finger from his ass up his back and to the base of his neck and back down again. “Now I can get fucked. Shame I have to do it myself.”

Marjorie backed away from Fred. She knew he was uncomfortable and was satisfied when he remained in his position. She sat on the edge of the bed watching the plug pulsate in time with his heartbeat. She held her eight inch rubber cock between her legs, slowly moving it back and forth along her lips. She slightly repositioned it and it found its way inside her. She gave herself full access by edging herself to the edge of the bed, opening her legs, and placing her heels and toes together.

She held the cock level with the floor while inserting it and slightly pressing it upward between her lips to rub against her clit when she pulled it out. She rubbed the head of it around her mound and bud before letting it slide back inside. Her breathing quickened with her strokes. She could feel her juices flowing and knew they were drenching the sheet beneath her. “This would be you if you’d earned it,” she said in a hoarse voice as she felt her walls contracting. She moaned, squeezing her legs closed, still pumping the cock in and out of her dripping box. “Oh, fuck,” she yelled as she gripped the sheet with her free hand.

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