Punishment

Stan is in my house. He is scolding me for not telling him that my husband was away for the entire weekend. Stan tells me I’m woeful inadequate for a mistress, or even a girlfriend for that matter.

I’ve been with him for three years …

Stan yells at me in my own kitchen. He tells me I need to be taught a lesson. Stan grabs me and ties my hands behind my back with a dishtowel. He lifts me up and set me on the kitchen counter. I’m wearing a sundress so nothing prevents him from removing my panties and spreading my legs. I am exposed to him and he goes down on me. Normally a lady wouldn't think of this as punishment, but I know what is coming next. I start pleading with him.

He licks and sucks my labia and teases my clit. Sometimes he explores my inner sex with his tongue. Licking the walls inside me then clamping hard on my clit and sucking hard. I get so wet when he does this, and scream my first orgasm. He doesn’t stop. I’m on my kitchen counter trashing back and forth. Stan has my legs spread far apart so he can lick down my clit, passing over my lips, tickling the lower tip of my sex, and finally parking over my asshole. I feel so dirty as he tongue fucks my ass. I come again. I squirm, trying to get away because I’m starting to become tender. I pull on my bonds as my bottom begins to slide on the counter that is so slick with my own juices.

Stan tells me I need to cum so more. He clamps down hard my clit. Sucking it hard and firm in his mouth as he works his teeth over it. I scream! Then takes his hand and forms it into the “shocker” gesture. He rams two fingers deep into me while his pinky enters my anus. This is too much, his hand pounding in me and his tongue on my clit sets me off again. I scream, I whimper, I growl, and I cum. I am spent. I can’t resist even if I wanted.

Stan scoops me up like so much laundry and takes me upstairs to the master bedroom. He dumps my on the king size bed my husband bought as an anniversary gift. I’m so tried I can hardly move. I plead again and tell Stan I’m sorry. He tells me he knows, but that doesn’t save you from the rest of the lesson. He takes out his favorite toy. It’s a cock ring.

Stan is a little longer than average, and is thick. When I hold him in my hand and can barely close my thumb and middle finger around him. When he uses a cock ring he swells into a monster, not so much in length but in girth. He becomes very hard and each vein in his cock swells and throbs. When he takes me slowly I can feel every bump and ridge as he enters me. He doesn’t plan on doing that, and I’m still wet sore from what he did to me in my kitchen,

Stan flips me on my back and places my legs over his shoulder. He enters me with one deep hard thrust. I shriek as he hit the bottom in me. The first time he bedded me he found this position let him reach the deepest part of me. I clawed his back, as he loved me this way. With my hands behind my back all I can do is wring the bed covers with my hands. Stan pumps me this way. FAST. HARD. DEEP. I scream and tears run down the side of my face. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of making me cry. He won’t hear me plead again.

I channel my humiliation into anger and stare at him. My eyes screaming; “Is that all you got you bastard! Fuck ME harder you ASS!” Stan smiles at my venomous gaze. He holds my head in his so we stare into each other’s eyes. Stan plunges in and out of me as fast as he can. I hear someone yelling obscenities and hurling insults. I realize it is I at the moment of climax.

I hate Stan! He is a bastard! He doesn’t respect me. He treats me like property.

I hate him
…Because he makes me cum like an animal!