Punishment Mistress

October 11, 2007 – 10:00 am

Daniel had recently constructed, at Alexandrea’s urging, a punishment bench much
like the structures used at her workplace.  Alexandrea had, on the previous
evening, administered several particularly severe sessions at “the
facility”, as she calls it, and Daniel had teased and titillated her with
leading questions and calling her nasty names as he stimulated her to
raucous orgasms.  During their intense sex play, Alexandrea told him that she
intended to fasten him to the punishment bench and give him a severe
strapping for his naughty language, and mentioned that she would do that
the following day.  Daniel, as he always does, melted in her arms and kissed
her passionately as she described the forthcoming session.

Alexandrea, until now, had not ever restrained Daniel when administering
discipline to him.  Paying close attention to his reaction when she
teasingly broached the subject on several occasions, she concluded that he
would be willing, at least in part, to add a more non-consensual flavor to
the sessions.  And Alexandrea was itching to do just that.

The light of a bright blue dusky sky softly illuminated the room in which
Daniel had set up the newly finished punishment table.  Alexandrea had fixed a
light supper and waited on Daniel “hand and foot”, wanting to achieve a
contrast with her usual dominant demeanor.  This was Alexandrea’s way of
temporarily casting off the burden of appearing constantly in charge.
Somewhat to his discomfort, she poured the wine into the goblets and
brought him the libation, placed the food on the dinner plates, and cleaned
up afterwards.  Her sweet smile was no illusion – along with her bright
eyes, it reflected her genuine enjoyment of their relationship and her deep
caring, in spite of the fact that during spanking play, she always played
very hard.

Daniel knew that the time for the session was drawing near when Alexandrea sat
next to him on the sofa.  After a few moments of cuddling without words,
Alexandrea hoarsely whispered, “Daniel – I want you to take off all your clothes.
And then I want you to bend over the punishment table and I’ll fasten you
down so that you can’t move.  That bare ass of yours is going to be all
mine, and you’re going to get the strapping of your life.  I can’t wait to
begin, Daniel.  Go.  Now.”

Daniel’s heart jumped when he heard Alexandrea’s words, and he felt his stomach
flip-flop as the inevitability of his impending strapping became apparent.
He got up from the sofa and removed his clothes.  He slowly walked up to
the punishment table and stood there.

“Alexandrea -”

“Hush!” she snapped.  “Bend over right now!”

Daniel, his heart pounding and his mouth dry, breathed a sigh and bent over
at the waist.  He fit the contours of the punishment table perfectly, and
relaxed in submission to his lover’s will. 

Alexandrea tightened the waist cinch, then secured a binding strap just above
his knees, finally tightening the cuffs around his wrists.  She was already
becoming aroused, even as the familiar dialogue of conflict played in her

[This is just a game, isn’t it?  It turns me on so damn much, though.  It’s
okay, it’s okay – he likes it too, and the sex is terrific.  Damn, I love
doing this!  Is something wrong with me?  He wouldn’t stay with me if he
didn’t like it.  Okay, damn it! Shut up now and get on with it.]

She went to her bedroom to change clothes – she cast off her panties and
put on a white blouse and a black knee-length skirt.  After slipping into
black fashion boots she formed her dishwater-blonde hair in a ponytail and
looked in the mirror.  Her boots and skirt smartly displayed her bare legs
to her satisfaction.  After unfastening the two uppermost buttons of her
blouse, she slipped a black glove on her right hand, went to her dresser
and fetched a sturdy two-tailed leather tawse.

Alexandrea slowly and deliberately walked to where Daniel could see her, faced
him, and stood still, conspicuously holding the tawse which would soon sear
his helpless bare nether cheeks.  Daniel was inspired with awe and respect
for Alexandrea as his eyes took in the scene in front of him.

[God, she’s beautiful,] Daniel thought to himself. [She’s my lover, and yet
she’s going to hit me with that strap beyond the point where I beg her for
mercy.  Why do I do this?  It’s going to hurt so damn much, but I get so
excited.  God, I’d do anything for her.]

“Daniel – do you know why I’m doing this?” queried Alexandrea.

“Y-yes,” Daniel responded shakily.

“Demerit!  Yes, what?!”

“Uh, Yes Ma’am!”

“When you answer a yes-or-no question, you will address me as Punishment
Mistress Alexandrea! Is that clear?”

[Damn, I hate doing that!] Daniel thought to himself. [She’s my lover! I’ve
been inside her body, she knows my secrets and she’s confided her secrets
in me – I’ve held her when she’s cried, she’s comforted me, and now I’m
supposed to fucking -]

“I’m waiting for an answer, Daniel!”

Feeling a wave of loving submission overcome him, and knowing that he did
not have much say in the matter, he responded “Yes.  Punishment…
Mistress… Alexandrea.”

“I dare say you will be more willing to say that when you’re feeling the
kiss of the strap,” Alexandrea declared with a triumphant smile. “Now – why am
I doing this?”

“Because – uh, because I’ve called you names in bed.”

“Very good!  Tell me some of the names you’ve called me.”

“I’ve called you ‘bitch’, and, uh, ‘cunt’, and ‘nasty girl’.”

“You can do better than that, Daniel!” stated Alexandrea calmly.  “I want you to
spell out the full names, so to speak.”

“Okay – this is hard for me to do now…  I’ve called you fucking bitch,
and nasty little cunt.”

Alexandrea felt a zing of arousal when Daniel elaborated.  “That’s more what I
was looking for,” she said.

“I’m sorry, Alexandrea!”

[Please,] she mentally intoned to the heavens, [let him realize it’s all a
game!  Don’t ever let him stop calling me those names when we’re in bed –
it makes me so hot I could scream.  I don’t want to spoil the mood by
telling him now that I love him doing that. I’ll have to tell him
afterward, but I hope he knows.]

She stepped forward and tenderly ran her fingers through his hair and
whispered, “Oh, Daniel.”  Then she stepped back and, adopting an
authoritative demeanor, announced, “You are about to get a severe
strapping, young man! You are secured to the punishment table so that you
will take every last stroke of the leather strap that I intend to give you.
 I will begin now.  Are you ready, Daniel?”

“Yes,” he tentatively responded.

“Demerit!  Yes, what?!”

“Oh damn! Yes, Punishment Mistress Alexandrea!”

Alexandrea giggled and then said, “There will be no warmup.  This will be just
like at the facility,” and took her position to administer the strap.

[I’m going to enjoy this,] Alexandrea thought to herself. [This is so sweet.
He can’t get out of position.  He is totally under my control, just like
the ones at work.  What am I doing?  Why, why, why?]

Alexandrea drew her gloved hand far back and swiped the tawse powerfully across
Daniel’s captive bare bottom.  Just three seconds later, she followed with
another swipe, noticing the momentary indentation made by the strap on
Daniel’s bare bottom and the subsequent brief jiggling of both ass cheeks due
to the sheer force of the swat.  When she vigorously swiped the third
stroke, she barely heard the raucous “Oh!” that Daniel shouted in response.

To Daniel, each swipe of the tawse, with the follow-through that Alexandrea
expertly imparted, felt like a blazing kiss of fire on his bared bottom.
The vulnerability he felt while being bound to the punishment table added
to the effect of the discipline.  He had taken severe discipline from
Alexandrea on many occasions.  He had not, however, received discipline while
being bound.  He knew that he could not escape, and that Alexandrea could – and
indeed would – mete out the strapping until she decided to stop.

Alexandrea dispensed the next seven strokes with her characteristic punch,
taking a full swing and a tennis player’s follow-through each time.  She
paused for a moment after the set of ten, as she was accustomed.

She commenced the next set of ten strokes, counting them to herself and
becoming more aroused at Daniel’s vocal protests.








“Alexandrea! Please!”

[Fifteen.  Oh, this is so sweet!  The way he carries on gets me so hot.  I
can’t hold out much longer.  I need relief now!]

“Oww! Ohhhhh!”


“Auuuhhhh!”  Although Daniel could scarcely move from his waist to just above
his knees, Alexandrea had not secured his ankles to the punishment table.
Since a binding strap was secured above the knees, he began to kick his
feet wildly each time the tawse snapped and swiped against his buttocks.
The visual spectacle of Daniel’s struggling from Alexandrea’s skilled handling of
the session served only to intensify her arousal.




“OW! Stop!”


“OW-OW-OWWWWWW! Please!”



Alexandrea’s trembling free hand quickly rushed under her skirt and stroked her
wet, slippery womanhood.

[Geez, I’m so wet it’s about to drip down my legs. I wish his mouth were
there, I’d absolutely scream!  And the slurpy noises he makes when he’s
sucking on me there – Oh! God, I’m so hot!]

“Ahhhhh… Gaaaaah!  Ahhh…  Mmmmm!  Woahhhhhh!”

The climax forcefully grasped her.  She shook violently – her knees buckled
as she struggled to remain on her feet as each wave swept through her.
When her rapid breathing subsided, she straightened up and took her
position to continue Daniel’s discipline.

Alexandrea administered the next two sets of strokes in a more deliberate and
dispassionate manner.  Delivering each swipe of the tawse every bit as
forcefully as before, she walked the pattern of stripes from the upper
portion of Daniel’s buttocks down to the top of his thighs, and precisely
overlapped the strokes accordingly while Daniel begged for mercy.

[I’m getting hot again.  The fact that he can’t escape makes it so much
sweeter.  He has to take what I give him and he has no choice.  Maybe I’m
being too hard on him.  Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this at all, but lord, I
can’t help it – it just makes me so damn hot, doing this! The sex is so
good afterwards – and before, too, just thinking about doing this.  I’ll
have to make it up to him – but then we get so much mileage from a good
session.  Why am I cursed with loving to do this?]

Alexandrea applied the next set of strokes particularly vigorously, bringing
the count to fifty, and evoking the most strident pleading from Daniel, who
earnestly promised her anything if she would stop.

Alexandrea walked around in front of Daniel.  “Okay, my precious stud muffin!
That was the main course.  I did quite nicely, if I do say so myself.
There’s one sweet little item for dessert – the matter of the two demerits
for not addressing me properly.”

“No, Alexandrea,” Daniel gasped.  “No, no! Please, no more! Please!”

“Now, now.  You know you’re going to get them, so there’s no point in
trying to dissuade me.  You have two demerits, and I’m giving you ten
strokes for each one.  And guess what?  I’m going to do the
forehand-backhand thing.”  She put her hand tenderly on his face.  “Don’t
earn a third demerit, my love. This is a yes-no question.  Don’t you think
you deserve extra for the demerits?”

Daniel hesitated, wondering if he could get away with telling her that his
ass felt like it was on fire already; on the other hand, he knew that she
had made her decision to give him the extra twenty strokes and there was
nothing he could do to escape it.  He swallowed and stammered “Yes,
Punishment Mistress Alexandrea, I deserve more for the demerits.”

“Very good!”  Alexandrea pranced directly behind him and stepped back just the
right distance.

[What a trip this is.  Damn, it’s starting to run down my leg!  Giving him
these extra isn’t going to take long, but it will be so very – I really
don’t want to hurt him, but then this isn’t more drastic than a severe
strapping at the institution – and I did tell him last night that I was
going to do this.  He can say no anytime – but then I’m not giving him a
choice after it starts. Oh hell, I know he likes it.  He should get a
caning from me if he doesn’t like this!]

Alexandrea pressed her lips together in an expression of stern resolve, and,
keeping her eyes on her target, rapidly and vigorously whipped the leather
tawse on Daniel’s buttocks using alternating forehand and backhand strokes.
The tawse struck the more tender area of the buttocks toward each side,
rendering a sensation which can only be described as intensely agonizing,
consuming, and searing.  In this fashion, she presented the twenty strokes
in under half a minute.  They were accompanied by increasingly strident
shouts from Daniel, which only intensified Alexandrea’s arousal.

[God, I love the sound of the strap when it snaps against his bare ass.
And their reaction is sweet music to my ears.]

She loosened each binding strap and led Daniel into the bedroom.  Lying down
on the bed, she pulled him close and tenderly whispered, “Daniel, just in
case there was any doubt, I don’t mind it when you call me those names when
we’re playing.  You know that don’t you? In fact, it gets me so hot I could
scream. I know I really gave it to you good, but you knew I was going to,
didn’t you?  I mean, I don’t want you to think that – ”

Daniel covered Alexandrea’s mouth with his hand.  “Shut up, bitch,” he teasingly
whispered as he felt an erection stiffening, and removed his hand.

“Daniel, I’m sorry if I got carried away…”

“No you’re not! I heard you cum when you were whipping me.”  He slid his
hand under her skirt and easily inserted a middle finger into her dripping
womanhood as she sharply inhaled.  Working his finger in and out, and
getting more aroused, he continued, “Oh, you nasty girl, look how you’re
getting off on this!”

“Ohhhhh, Daniel…” she moaned.  He slid the tip of his thumb around her
protruding clitoris.  Alexandrea climaxed after a moment, tossing her head from
side to side and exclaiming incoherently as her entire body shook.  He
pulled his finger out and spread her juice on her mouth, and then entered her.

“Daniel,” she gasped with wide eyes, “I want you to -”

“Shhhh!” He planted his mouth firmly on her lips and kissed her
passionately as he pushed his raging erection into her with lunging thrusts.

“Mmmmmmm!  Mmhmmmmm!,” she moaned repeatedly as his frenzied thrusts
brought him to ejaculation.  He arched his back with his eyes tightly shut
and convulsively spurted jets of pent-up emotion, frustration and sexual
energy into Alexandrea’s welcoming receptacle.

After a few moments, Alexandrea tenderly ran her fingers through Daniel’s hair,
and they exchanged whispered words of love just before drifting off to sleep.

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