Punish Me

Punish Me: A Quick and Dirty Collection BDSM and Spanking Fantasy by Mich MasochPunish Me: A Quick and Dirty Collection BDSM and Spanking Fantasy

After ten years of marriage, Lina’s husband, Nate, finally took her discipline in hand and gave her the spanking she’d been asking for and richly deserved. Now, as his submissive, she’s tasked to share her every fantasy with her Master. Quick and Dirty Fantasies are one woman’s secret desires and recollections along the journey to submission.

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To: Boss

From: pet

Subject: I need no limits

 

Sir,

The other night got me thinking long and hard about punishment. It must be frustrating to be held to agreements, especially when my attitude is anything but agreeable. You shrug it off but, when I’m being impossible, deep down I’m sure you wish you could simply stuff a gag in my mouth, tie me down, and spank me until you’re done.

I must confess, whenever we talk about discipline, I can’t get that image out of my mind. Sometimes, I think you might act on your impulses and, right then and there, throw me over your knee to teach me a lesson in being punished for real, with no limits. The idea is as exhilarating as it is terrifying, and I find myself desperately hoping you’ll actually do it.

As I type, I imagine you securing the gag and binding me so tightly I can’t wriggle around, no matter how much I struggle. Then you spank me, and keep spanking me, with your hand, the antique brush, leather paddle, wooden spoon, rubber paddle, wood paddle, lexan cane, all the bad toys. You set up cameras to make me watch, see the marks of the strokes as they fall along with the tears streaming from my eyes.

When I’ve had enough, you remove my bonds. Though my body’s free, this spanking is about more than me giving control to you; from now on, you’ll show me what it means for you to take it. Limits are not mine to set, not anymore. Picking up the strap, you continue the punishment, accepting only my total obedience, until you decide it’s enough. But, you’re not finished with me yet. Bending me over, you take me hard and rough, the slap of your hips searing my raw cheeks with every thrust and reminding me that I’m not only your pet, but also your slut to use as you like.

My panty drawer may never be able to keep up with you.

With love and dirty thoughts,

Your pet,

me

“Punish Me” is part of Mich Masoch’s Quick and Dirty Collection, an ongoing series of spanking and BDSM fantasies and short stories written for maximum erotic and emotional impact in a compact, easy-to-read length.

Please note:  This story contains strong language, intense sexual situations, and depictions of BDSM practices, including corporal punishment, dominance and submission, power exchange, spanking, paddling, caning, interrogation, blindfolding, and bondage. It is intended for adult audiences only.

excerpt:

Morning’s haze is burning off, and I’m shaking out the fuzzy remains of sleep. Your stride is quick, purposeful, as you approach. I normally wouldn’t notice such things while working but, honestly, my attention is not on my screen. I’ve been looking over at you, daydreaming filthy scenarios instead of finishing the cover that’s been malingering since I sat down at my desk. The last thing I’d imagine is you marching up, grabbing away my cigarette and coffee mug, and turning my chair abruptly to face you; yet, that’s exactly what’s happening.

“I want you to get up right now, go to the far corner of the studio, and wait until I tell you what to do,” you say with the barest hint of a wicked grin.

“What?” I ask, because the question, any question, will buy me a few precious seconds to figure out whether or not you’re serious.

“You heard me,” is your brusque reply. “Don’t make me wait longer, pet.”

Obviously, kidding has no part in today’s agenda. I jump up and quick-step to the corner. Assuming you’ve decided to give me my first taste of corner time, I turn to position my face as near the bricks as possible without their rough surface actually touching my skin. The sound of my heart echoes against the hard clay and my clothes suddenly feel like they’re too tight. Even my skin feels constricting.

“No, turn out to face me. I want you to see what I’m doing, give you something to think about so your mind doesn’t wander.” For all the doubt in my eyes, there’s no doubt I’ll obey you. Moments like this have been brewing for a long time in my imagination and, if nothing else, I need to know what really happens next.

Standing in the corner, without the shield of hiding my face, my eyes are moored to you, helpless against the force of your will. I can’t look away as you leisurely prepare for what will undoubtedly be punishment. The chair is put in place, positioned in the very center of the room, facing me. Adding to this sparse tableau is the coffee table, set long-ways at a slant just behind the chair’s side.

When you leave the room, my nerves stretch tighter. The part of my mind I should ignore tells me to lean in, try to peek at what you’re up to. The cat in me wins out and, as you stroll out with hands full of gear, curiosity comes to its usual end. Chuckling, you find this situation far more amusing than I.

“I hope it was worth it.” You laugh as you set your burden down on the table and turn back for more.

This time, I remain stock still while you’re gone, only my eyes moving to scan what I can of the load of gear and back to the doorway waiting for you to reappear. When you do, you’re carrying one of the low tables we’ve used as a makeshift bedstand. Setting it down opposite the other table, you pull it back then push forward again, deciding its placement. Once you pull out the tripods, arrange the cameras behind the long table at your right hand and the smaller on your left, and set the laptop and cords in place, I guess the terrible spectacle you’re planning.

“Since you’re so keen to see what I’m up to, why deny you?”

You sit regally, considering you’re perching on an old, wooden school chair. Its straight back gives you an unusually erect posture, your leg crossing the other casually as you contemplate me. At one point, I thought I was more comfortable with switching the power dynamic between us on and off, letting day-to-day life fall away and the scales tilt, but I had it all wrong. You own your authority as surely as you own me.

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