"Emily's Punishment"
by alexa neil
"Finish off the wine," I tell her, pouring the remains of the
bottle into her glass.
I need to keep my wits about me, maintain control, whereas she
... Well, a little hazy warmth from the wine mixed with the fear I
know she's feeling should ease her submission. Emily's a nice
girl, prim and proper, or was until she met me. But she's
learning fast.
I glance across at her as she takes little sips from her
wineglass. She's apprehensive, too upright in her seat, her wary
gaze following my every move. I know she's been thinking about
the evening ahead all day, wondering if I really mean to do it,
what it will feel like, whether she'll be able to stand it.
Giving her two days grace to contemplate her punishment was a
masterstroke.
She's made a special effort to please me tonight, maybe hoping
to escape her punishment altogether. She's wearing her "fuck me"
dress, form fitting to the waist but with a loose, flowing skirt
that ends mid-thigh. It exposes her wonderful long, brown legs
and accentuates the glorious shape of her tits while still
managing to look perfectly demure. It's always worn without
panties so I can just toss the skirt up round her waist and take
her anytime I like.
A row of tiny buttons fastens the bodice. I feast my eyes on
her nipples, erect already, pressing insistently against the silky
fabric. She's watching me watching her, twirling a thick strand
of her long blonde hair in one hand, clutching the stem of her
wineglass in the other. My waiting game has aroused her - her
cheeks are flushed, her breathing slightly stilted. I bet her
cunt lips are already wet, pouting open as she watches me and
wonders what it's going to feel like. Will it be mostly pleasure
and some pain, or mostly pain and only a little pleasure?
A mixture, I hope. This is supposed to be a punishment, after
all. I want her to struggle and beg me to stop. I've never asked
her to submit to it before, just hinted that the time will come,
that it's something I intend to do. And two nights ago I got my
chance. She stayed out late with her girlfriends. Came home two
hours later than we agreed and unsuitably drunk for a nice young
lady. Dangerously relaxed, she failed to notice my displeasure
and worsened her crime by giggling about the fun they'd had and
what a hunk the new barman was.
She almost fell over trying to undress, and littered her
clothes all over the floor. Roused from sleep, I watched her
until she finished in the bathroom and came to bed.
"You've been a bad girl tonight, Emily."
She reached out to embrace me, but I grasped her hands in mine
and held them above her head, looking down into her glittering
eyes. "You'll have to be punished."
She giggled. "Now?"
"Not tonight Emily. I want to go back to sleep. But you've
been a very bad girl. I'll need to think of a more severe
punishment than usual." Her gaze flickered uncertainly over my
face. "What? Please tell me, Rob. I'm sorry if I've annoyed
you."
"Good. You'll be even sorrier on Sunday night."
"What are you going to do?"
"Punish you. Properly."
I could see her mind working as she digested this. I knew
where her imagination would be taking her. Probably a beating,
spread-eagled across the bed with her arms and legs tied, or
possibly stretched out on the kitchen table, her pink and
delectable bottom exposed over the edge, feet wide apart on the
floor.
"No, not that," I said after a moment.
Her eyes widened and she gave a little giggle. "What then?"
I watched her run through the other punishments I've introduced
her to. "Anal then, with the big dildo in my pussy?" she
suggested. "What Rob. And why wait till Sunday?"
"So you can savour your punishment properly, my love.
Anticipate it thoroughly. This is going to be something new,
Emily. Different." I heard her breathing hitch. My cock was rock
hard just thinking about her sweet submission, the cries of shock
and discomfort I knew she'd make. "Much more challenging," I
whispered. "A proper punishment for a very bad girl."
"What? Please tell me Rob."
I reached beneath the bedcovers. Of course she knew better
than to come to bed with anything on. When I trailed my
fingertips down her thighs, she obediently spread them, turned on
by thought of her punishment, no doubt. I opened her pussy lips
and probed her wetness. She relaxed her legs, opening herself
fully. I trailed my fingertips across her clit and then lifted
them away, wringing a little groan from her lips.
"You'll be groaning like that all the time on Sunday," I told
her. "And moaning, begging me to stop, to go slowly. I expect
I'll get a few screams too, for all the good they do you. Can you
guess what I'm going to do, Emily?"
She shook her head back and forth on the pillow.
"I'm going to fist you. You're going to take my whole hand
inside your dripping wet, hungry little pussy."
For a moment there was silence. Then her voice broke. "No,
Rob. Please, you can't. You'll never fit."
"Oh, I'll fit. Eventually."
"You won't! You'll hurt me."
"A little, I expect. It's meant as a punishment, after all.
And it would be unreasonable not to expect it to hurt a little,
being stretched wide open like that. But it'll turn you on as
well, knowing that tight little hole of yours is wrapped around my
wrist. You'll get hot and wet and slick until you beg me to make
you come."
"I won't."
"I promise you, you will. I've done it before, so you'll be
in the hands of an expert, or rather the hands of an expert will
be in you."
"I'm begging you Rob. Please don't. I'll do anything else."
"Be careful Emily. You know your punishment will be worse if
you beg me to stop. Go to sleep before I get really angry. And
make sure you're ready for me on Sunday night."
So here we are. Almost time to begin. My cock is getting
harder with every passing moment, my trousers damp and sticky with
pre-come. Fisting sweet little Emily is going to be so hot. It's
a while since I've had a girl impaled on my hand, but it's a sight
I can remember as though it was yesterday. My wrist, sticking out
of her pussy, her pink lips stretched like a tight seal around it,
my fingers moving around inside her hot, wet tunnel. And her
moans, her entreaties to stop, to end her torment. Her sweet
cries of pain and pleasure as my hand forced its way
excruciatingly slowly inside her. And she was a real slut, not a
nice young lady like Emily.
Suddenly impatient, I get to my feet. "Time to get ready for
me baby. Up you go."
Huge, pleading blue eyes scan my face. She's wondering if I
will relent, but arousal is making my expression hard and
forbidding. Her gaze drifts away.
"Where do you want me."
"In the armchair, I think. You can keep your dress on." When
I follow her upstairs a few minutes later, she's sprawled there
already, like a good, well trained girl, ready for her punishment.
It's a big, old-fashioned, tub-style armchair and she knows how
to sit in it. Bottom forward, right on the edge, cunt and asshole
accessible. She's draped a thigh across each arm, spreading
herself wide open the way I taught her. Her dress is scrunched up
around her waist. No panties, of course - she knows that coyness
always attracts a far worse punishment. And what's to come is bad
enough, although the dread I know she's feeling hasn't obliterated
her excitement. Her pussy lips are wet already, slightly parted
and glistening with arousal. She watches me carefully as I stand
before her, examining her exposed body with a lazy smile.
"Tell me, Emily. Am I going to need to restrain you?"
"No," she whimpers. "I'll try to be good."
"Excellent." I focus my gaze intently between her widespread
thighs. "I see you're looking forward to your punishment."
"No!" she exclaims. "I don't want you to do this, Rob. I'm
frightened."
"You're meant to be frightened."
I go to the bedside table and remove the bottle of lubricant
from the drawer. Emily's wide eyes follow my every move. She's
burning up with anticipation and fear, her body tense but her
pussy lips pouting out towards me as I kneel down between her
legs.
"Ready, Emily? Pleasure first, while I get you really wet and
start to open you up. I suggest you try to enjoy this bit."
A little moan escapes her lips as I run my fingers down her
slit. Wetness is gathering behind her lips. It spills out when I
part them, pulling them wide and spreading the warm wetness around
them, down the baby-soft skin of her inner thighs and across her
tightly puckered anus.
"This is going to be good, Emily. You're so hot."
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It turns her on, spreading that wetness all over her thighs
and vulva, so I use all four fingers of my right hand to do that
while my left one plays with her clit. I coax it out of its hood
and then suck it hard into my mouth until her groans are coming
thick and fast.
More and more wetness is sliding out of her. I just know
she's going to take my whole hand like the obedient little slut
she is. It only takes a few minutes until she's nearly coming.
She's thrusting her hips upwards to keep my mouth in contact with
her clit and throwing her head from side to side, moaning in
ecstasy.
"Ready to begin, Emily? I'm going to start stretching that
sweet little pussy hole open, a bit at a time."
"Please don't hurt me," she begs.
I insert two fingers of my right hand deep inside her, pushing
them in until they slide behind her cervix and then thrusting them
in and out, harder and harder. With my left hand I stroke her
clit, enough to keep her close to coming, but never quite able to
get there.
"Nice?"
"Yes. More."
"More fingers? You can't have more clit or you'll come, and
you're not allowed to do that until my whole hand is inside you."
She groans. "Please ... "
"Please what? A third finger?"
"Yes!" she shouts as I pull my fingers out slowly, spreading
the sticky mess that comes with them around the entrance to her
tight pink hole. I remove my other hand too - no more playing
with her clit until she really needs it, when I'm pushing in deep,
stretching her wide.
She screams with pleasure when I shove three fingers hard and
deep inside her pussy. Her head falls back, her eyes close.
"God, that's so good. Don't stop."
"I won't. I intend to carry on until all of this hand is
buried deep inside you. Time for four fingers now, I think. And
look at me, Emily. I want to watch your face while I stretch
you."
I slowly insert my little finger into her dripping pussy
alongside the three already holding it open. She gives a little
gasp at the invasion, but soon settles down, her hips mirroring
every movement of my hand as I stab my four fingers up inside her
repeatedly. When she's pouring wetness across my hand, I start
stroking her throbbing clit again, wanting her to feel delicious
pleasure mixed in with the pain that's about to begin.
She's moaning with pleasure and on the verge of coming when I
ease my four fingers deeper, pressing into her depths and forcing
her tight little fuckhole wider for my knuckles. Her excitement
recedes with the increased pressure inside her, her soft moans
turning into gasps and little cries as I open her wider than she's
ever been before.
When four fingers are in to the knuckle, I coat the rest of my
hand with lubricant and slip my thumb inside her, feeling my way
into her tight little hole until it slides in alongside my
fingers. I begin to push inwards, and pain and fear abruptly
break though the haze of Emily's pleasure. She's starting to
struggle when I pull my hand back out again, easing the juices
from her pussy to lubricate her even more. When I push back in
earnest, twisting my fingers and thumb in her tight entrance, she
can't hold back.
"I don't like this Rob. It hurts."
I give her a stinging slap on the inner thigh. "You're going
to take my fist, Emily, like it or not. If you can't lie still,
I'll tie you down."
She quietens, sucking her bottom lip between her small white
teeth as I step up the stroking of her clit and ease my hand
gently in and out of her sopping cunt.
"Nearly there, Emily. Open wide."
"Aaaah," she gasps, as I ease deeper still, pushing further
into her straining entrance. Only the widest part, the base of my
thumb is still outside her. My knuckles are stretching her
entrance. I stop pushing, giving her a moment to adjust.
I slowly twist my fist around inside her entrance, stroking
her clit all the time. Emily's groans and cries are coming thick
and fast now, an almost inhuman sound. This must be hurting, for
she's not coming despite almost constant stroking of her clit.
Her knuckles are white where she's clutching the arms of the
chair.
"Watch me while I'm doing this, Emily."
She's so lost in pleasure/pain that I have to shout to get her
attention. "I want you to watch my hand as it opens you wide."
"I don't like this, Rob."
"Yes you do. You're so wet, Emily, I think you're almost
enjoying your punishment."
"No! It hurts, Rob. Please stop! Aaaagh"
"Keep watching, and tell me what you feel, Emily."
She tries to obey and look between her legs, where most of my
hand is embedded between her widespread lips, but she can't. "It
feels ... I can feel you stretching me. It burns. I don't like
it - " she finishes on a little scream.
"Nearly there, Emily." I twist my hand round and round, then
ease it in and out, in and out, torturing her wide-open hole. Her
head is thrown back, mouth open, her legs rigid around each chair
arm. I squirt a little more lubricant onto the rest of my hand
where it protrudes from her cunt.
"Nearly there, Emily. Open wide for me, baby."
Holding her clitoris firmly between thumb and forefinger, I
ease out of her one last time and then push back firmly, twisting
and easing my right hand deep inside her. Emily's long moan of
terror rings in my ears as my fist slides slowly inwards, pushing
further and further.
The moan turn to a scream as the base of my thumb passes
through her desperately stretched opening and the rest of my hand
slides in behind it. She's wide open, throbbing around my wrist,
her cunt a velvet vice about my hand. Her internal muscles grip
me so tight I don't think I could get my hand out if I tried.
"Emily? I want to know how it feels."
Tears of pain and frustration glitter in her eyes when she
opens them to look at me. The sight of my wrist protruding from
her tight little cunt is so amazing.
She glances down between her legs for a second. Then her head
falls back.
"Oh God ... "
"Tell me what you feel, Emily."
"Stretched so wide, so tight. It hurts, Rob."
I stroke her clit very, very gently. "You sure?"
She thinks about it for a moment. "It hurt horribly to begin
with, when you were twisting and pushing, but now... now ... it's
just uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortably stretched."
"Good. That's how it should feel. This is a punishment,
remember."
"Are you going to take it out now?" she says. It's a struggle
not to laugh at the hope and desperation in her tone.
"No, or at least not all the way out."
"What, then? What happens now?"
Her eyes are huge with shock, her voice a rising wail. Poor
little Emily thought it was all over, her punishment complete.
"I start to fist you." I twist my fist a little to give her a
taste of what's to come.
Her eyes widen even further. "You start to fist ... what have
you been doing up to now?"
"Just opening you wide, making you take me. The fisting
proper starts now, my good little slut." I return my left hand to
her swollen clitoris, dragging each fingertip in turn across the
throbbing flesh. Her internal muscles squeeze me even harder.
She's clinging to my hand, oh so wet and oh so tight.
"The best is yet to come, Emily. First, I'm going to give you
a long, slow, thorough fisting, like this ... "
I pull the fist partway out, and before she can draw breath to
express her relief, plunge it back in again. Her soft scream is
music to my ears. I stroke her clitoris again until she starts to
moan.
"And in between fisting you in and out, like that, I'll move
my hand around, like this ... "
I wriggle my fingers deep inside her, pushing against the
slimy walls of her cunt and easing my fingers apart, opening her
even wider. A low groan is torn from her throat.
"Or like this, maybe ... "
I twist my hand round inside her, very slowly, first to the
left and then to the right.
Her breath catches on a sudden cry. "I can't take this, Rob!"
"You can Emily. You will. And then I'll make you come. Come
around my fist, come with it buried deep inside you. And you'll
love it Emily. I'll feel you squeezing my hand tight, and you'll
feel your muscles cramp around me, huge inside you. And you'll
know it's the best, most intense orgasm you've ever had."
"And then you'll stop?"
I shake my head, delighted at the ridiculous hope I see in her
expression.
"Oh no, Emily. Then I'll start. Start to take it out."
I can see her trying to work out what I mean. "Start? How?"
I give a little tug on my hand and watch her eyes widen. "You
feel how tightly I'm held inside you? The widest part of my hand
and all my fingers have to come out through your tight little hole
again. Just think, Emily. If I hold my fingers apart and pull
out, very, very slowly, an inch at a time - what might that do to
you?"
I wait for this to sink in and then gently twist my fist
inside her again. "I might make you come again as I hold my
fingers wide apart and ease my hand slowly out, stroking that
swollen little clit of yours at the same time. I think that might
hurt. Would you like that, Emily?"
A low cry is my only answer as I slowly start to work my fist
in and out of her straining pussy. That's the secret with Emily.
Just when you've made her believe that the worst is over and she's
got nothing left to fear, you expand her horizons a little
further.
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