The Love of Ownership
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
18,789
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is entirely my work, and being realistic fiction means that most characters are based off of real people I know and have gained permission. Any resemblance to things in your live are entirely accidental.
Punishment
WARNING: This is a punishment chapter. There is some spanking/harming of Amara. People who do not understand BDSM may see this as abuse. It is not.
A SPECIAL NOTE FROM AMARA: I will be answering questions in the forums as a reward for 10,000 views!
The look in her eyes was a combination of sadness and fear. She knew that she had broken a rule, and she knew that she must be punished, that didn't mean she had to like it. I had her suspended in the middle of the room, her hands tied to the climbing anchor above her head, her toes flat on the ground, but her heels a few inches above. She had enough wiggle room to stand on tip toes to loosen the load on her hands, or the rope she could hold to rest her feet, but not both. She looked forward silently, I could see in her eyes that she would take her punishment without complaint.
I stroked her naked body with the soft leather of the riding crop, her body reacting with a shiver at every touch. I could tell that she was already getting wet, she wasn't a fan of punishments, but the intimacy that came with them was more than enough to get her aroused. I decided to begin the punishment ritual and moved to put the blindfold on her. She whimpered quietly as she lost her vision. She had no idea how long it would last, and with the blindfold, she knew that she would be unable to ready herself for any pain she would receive.
Now that she was fully prepared, I began my part of the punishment ritual. “Why are you here?”
“Because I have broken a rule, Master.” Her voice was strong, she wanted me to know that she was accepting her fate.
“What rule did you break?” I had moved while she was responding, and my voice coming from a different direction caused her to jerk her head, trying to figure out where I was standing. It caused her to slip for a moment, loosing her balance. I quickly moved to re-balance her. I could feel the fear running through her body as I held it until she regained her balance and returned to an upright position. Now that she was back in position, I asked her again, “What rule did you break?”
“I... I was self degrading.” Her voice was less steady now.
“That's right, and why is that against the rules?” I was again in a new location, but she kept her composure, keeping her face pointed forward.
“Because if I am not confident in myself, I cannot be a good pet for master.”
“Good. And what is the punishment for such an infraction?” I was again in a new place, but now the soft leather of the crop was finding its way up my pet's inner thigh.
“Ahh... I am to be punished in the manner of master's choosing until master has determined that I have learned my lesson.” she shivered hard as the crop touched her soft flesh.
“Exactly.” I brought the leather of the crop down against her exposed clit. Her response was a loud gasp with a touch of moaning and a sniff of her nose. I knew she would be crying shortly. It was part of the reason for the blindfold. Her beautiful emerald eyes were too much when she was being punished, and it made me want to forgo her punishment, but I knew I needed to be vigilant, so I obscured them.
“You are to repeat after me.” I struck the back of her thigh with the crop. “I am beautiful.”
“Ahh! I am beautiful.” she cried out as she felt the strike on her thigh.
I struck again, her face contorting with the stinging of her thighs. “I am smart.”
“Hnn... I'm... I'm smart.” I knew that the pain from the crop was getting to her and I could hear the tears in her voice.
A strike across her breasts came next. She yipped in a combination of surprise and pain, while I continued to move around her. I struck her ass before continuing her mantra. “I am successful.”
“Gah... I am... I am successful.” She began to waver as she began to sob. Tears running down her face as I continued to whip her with the crop.
“I am caring.” My voice was unwavering. I wanted nothing to take my crying lover in my arms to hold and comfort her, but this punishment was too important. When we were younger, she had self image problems, and I wanted to make sure that those were behind us.
“I'm... I'm ca... ca... I'm caring...” Her ability to speak was marred by the almost constant sobs as the pain overwhelmed her. She had not said the safe word that would release her from any punishment on the spot, so I was sure that my pet was still there. I trusted that she would be honest with me if she needed to stop.
I struck her ass again “I am confident.”
“Ahh... I am confident!” she said in a breath, trying hard to keep her focus, while her wetness began to drip down her leg.
I wiped the drip from her thigh and smacked her entrance with the leather. She responded with a gasp while I whispered her next line to her. “I am kind.”
Her sobbing was uncontrollable now as tears streamed down her face. “I'm kind... Oh god... hnnnn.”
I stopped for a moment, waiting to see if I had gone too far, but she didn't give up. I had to give her props for putting up with this pain.
“I am loved” I touched her gently, her body shying away from the touch in fear. Unsure if any touch would be pain or pleasure, she had become weary.
“I'm... I'm... ahhh... I'm loved.”
I stroked her stomach from behind as I breathed gently on her neck. “I am cherished by my master.”
“Ohh... I'm... I'm cherished by my master.” She was relaxing, probably assuming that her punishment was coming to an end with my sudden gentleness.
I took that hope away with a hard strike against her ass. “I'm a good pet.”
“Hnnn... I... I'm a good... I'm... I'm a good pet.” She was crying again after the sudden switch.
I struck her thighs again, then her ass, then her breasts, causing red marks to appear all across her body. Her breath a combination of moans, gasps and sobs. Certain that she had received her fair share of punishment, I gave her her last line, “I am perfect the way I am.”
She struggled to bring her head up as she whispered the line, unable to use her full strength.
Pleased with the results of her punishment, I wrapped an arm around her, letting her head rest on my shoulder as I slowly belayed her hands down, until they wrapped around my neck. Now that she was free of her suspension, I could feel her whole weight against my body as I unclasped the suspension rope from her wrist ties. Carrying her to the couch, I sat down, laying her in my lap as I undid her wrists. I kissed the red marks on her wrists before kissing her lips. The kiss was long and deep as I felt my lovers sobs slowly subside. As I removed her blindfold and looked into her now emerald eyes, I knew that she had learned her lesson.
“I'm... sorry, sir.” she whimpers her apology as she lays submissively in my arms, the lighter marks on her breast and stomach going away, while the harder ones begin to bruise.
I smile softly to her, kissing a particularly nasty bruise where I had accidentally hit her collar bone. “I know, pet. You know I don't like punishing you, but when you give me no choice...” She knew what I meant, so I chose to trail off rather than lecture her.
She slowly tried to turn over, but her arms were weak from having been suspended, so I helped turn her over, her head now facing away from me, and her body curled up in my lap. I did my best to sooth her pain. I could feel her falling asleep in my lap, exhausted after her intense punishment. I decided that it would be better for her to not have to climb the stairs, so I made sure she was comfortable before slipping out from under her to get a blanket. As I began to step away, I felt her hand reach out for mine. “Don't leave me master.” Her voice was soft and innocent. All of her mental walls stripped by the punishment, she had become almost childlike in her demeanor. I turned and kissed her cheek before whispering to her.
“I'll be back in a moment, pet, I need to get you a blanket.”
“Mm'kay, sir.” her consciousness was slipping away, and before I returned, she was asleep on the couch. I climbed onto the couch behind her, using my arm to support her head while I pulled the blanket over us to keep our bodies warm. “Goodnight pet.” I heard a soft sigh as my sleeping lover responded subconsciously to my voice.
A SPECIAL NOTE FROM AMARA: I will be answering questions in the forums as a reward for 10,000 views!
The look in her eyes was a combination of sadness and fear. She knew that she had broken a rule, and she knew that she must be punished, that didn't mean she had to like it. I had her suspended in the middle of the room, her hands tied to the climbing anchor above her head, her toes flat on the ground, but her heels a few inches above. She had enough wiggle room to stand on tip toes to loosen the load on her hands, or the rope she could hold to rest her feet, but not both. She looked forward silently, I could see in her eyes that she would take her punishment without complaint.
I stroked her naked body with the soft leather of the riding crop, her body reacting with a shiver at every touch. I could tell that she was already getting wet, she wasn't a fan of punishments, but the intimacy that came with them was more than enough to get her aroused. I decided to begin the punishment ritual and moved to put the blindfold on her. She whimpered quietly as she lost her vision. She had no idea how long it would last, and with the blindfold, she knew that she would be unable to ready herself for any pain she would receive.
Now that she was fully prepared, I began my part of the punishment ritual. “Why are you here?”
“Because I have broken a rule, Master.” Her voice was strong, she wanted me to know that she was accepting her fate.
“What rule did you break?” I had moved while she was responding, and my voice coming from a different direction caused her to jerk her head, trying to figure out where I was standing. It caused her to slip for a moment, loosing her balance. I quickly moved to re-balance her. I could feel the fear running through her body as I held it until she regained her balance and returned to an upright position. Now that she was back in position, I asked her again, “What rule did you break?”
“I... I was self degrading.” Her voice was less steady now.
“That's right, and why is that against the rules?” I was again in a new location, but she kept her composure, keeping her face pointed forward.
“Because if I am not confident in myself, I cannot be a good pet for master.”
“Good. And what is the punishment for such an infraction?” I was again in a new place, but now the soft leather of the crop was finding its way up my pet's inner thigh.
“Ahh... I am to be punished in the manner of master's choosing until master has determined that I have learned my lesson.” she shivered hard as the crop touched her soft flesh.
“Exactly.” I brought the leather of the crop down against her exposed clit. Her response was a loud gasp with a touch of moaning and a sniff of her nose. I knew she would be crying shortly. It was part of the reason for the blindfold. Her beautiful emerald eyes were too much when she was being punished, and it made me want to forgo her punishment, but I knew I needed to be vigilant, so I obscured them.
“You are to repeat after me.” I struck the back of her thigh with the crop. “I am beautiful.”
“Ahh! I am beautiful.” she cried out as she felt the strike on her thigh.
I struck again, her face contorting with the stinging of her thighs. “I am smart.”
“Hnn... I'm... I'm smart.” I knew that the pain from the crop was getting to her and I could hear the tears in her voice.
A strike across her breasts came next. She yipped in a combination of surprise and pain, while I continued to move around her. I struck her ass before continuing her mantra. “I am successful.”
“Gah... I am... I am successful.” She began to waver as she began to sob. Tears running down her face as I continued to whip her with the crop.
“I am caring.” My voice was unwavering. I wanted nothing to take my crying lover in my arms to hold and comfort her, but this punishment was too important. When we were younger, she had self image problems, and I wanted to make sure that those were behind us.
“I'm... I'm ca... ca... I'm caring...” Her ability to speak was marred by the almost constant sobs as the pain overwhelmed her. She had not said the safe word that would release her from any punishment on the spot, so I was sure that my pet was still there. I trusted that she would be honest with me if she needed to stop.
I struck her ass again “I am confident.”
“Ahh... I am confident!” she said in a breath, trying hard to keep her focus, while her wetness began to drip down her leg.
I wiped the drip from her thigh and smacked her entrance with the leather. She responded with a gasp while I whispered her next line to her. “I am kind.”
Her sobbing was uncontrollable now as tears streamed down her face. “I'm kind... Oh god... hnnnn.”
I stopped for a moment, waiting to see if I had gone too far, but she didn't give up. I had to give her props for putting up with this pain.
“I am loved” I touched her gently, her body shying away from the touch in fear. Unsure if any touch would be pain or pleasure, she had become weary.
“I'm... I'm... ahhh... I'm loved.”
I stroked her stomach from behind as I breathed gently on her neck. “I am cherished by my master.”
“Ohh... I'm... I'm cherished by my master.” She was relaxing, probably assuming that her punishment was coming to an end with my sudden gentleness.
I took that hope away with a hard strike against her ass. “I'm a good pet.”
“Hnnn... I... I'm a good... I'm... I'm a good pet.” She was crying again after the sudden switch.
I struck her thighs again, then her ass, then her breasts, causing red marks to appear all across her body. Her breath a combination of moans, gasps and sobs. Certain that she had received her fair share of punishment, I gave her her last line, “I am perfect the way I am.”
She struggled to bring her head up as she whispered the line, unable to use her full strength.
Pleased with the results of her punishment, I wrapped an arm around her, letting her head rest on my shoulder as I slowly belayed her hands down, until they wrapped around my neck. Now that she was free of her suspension, I could feel her whole weight against my body as I unclasped the suspension rope from her wrist ties. Carrying her to the couch, I sat down, laying her in my lap as I undid her wrists. I kissed the red marks on her wrists before kissing her lips. The kiss was long and deep as I felt my lovers sobs slowly subside. As I removed her blindfold and looked into her now emerald eyes, I knew that she had learned her lesson.
“I'm... sorry, sir.” she whimpers her apology as she lays submissively in my arms, the lighter marks on her breast and stomach going away, while the harder ones begin to bruise.
I smile softly to her, kissing a particularly nasty bruise where I had accidentally hit her collar bone. “I know, pet. You know I don't like punishing you, but when you give me no choice...” She knew what I meant, so I chose to trail off rather than lecture her.
She slowly tried to turn over, but her arms were weak from having been suspended, so I helped turn her over, her head now facing away from me, and her body curled up in my lap. I did my best to sooth her pain. I could feel her falling asleep in my lap, exhausted after her intense punishment. I decided that it would be better for her to not have to climb the stairs, so I made sure she was comfortable before slipping out from under her to get a blanket. As I began to step away, I felt her hand reach out for mine. “Don't leave me master.” Her voice was soft and innocent. All of her mental walls stripped by the punishment, she had become almost childlike in her demeanor. I turned and kissed her cheek before whispering to her.
“I'll be back in a moment, pet, I need to get you a blanket.”
“Mm'kay, sir.” her consciousness was slipping away, and before I returned, she was asleep on the couch. I climbed onto the couch behind her, using my arm to support her head while I pulled the blanket over us to keep our bodies warm. “Goodnight pet.” I heard a soft sigh as my sleeping lover responded subconsciously to my voice.