Carolyn

It had been a long day, and I was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. Well, perhaps quiet is the wrong word. Alex had taken the children to his parents' so that Carolyn and I could have a night together, and when I left for work that morning I had made it very plain that I expected to find dinner ready and a slave waiting for me when I got home.

When I opened the door, delicious smells drifted out of the kitchen. That was all that greeted me, however, Carolyn was nowhere to be seen. I searched the house for her, growing more irritated every minute. I found the table set, and dinner roasting in the oven, but my lady was not in the house.

Angered by her disobedience, I picked up a hairbrush and sat down on the couch to wait. In about 10 minutes I heard the sounds of Carolyn's feet on the stairs. She was laughing and talking with someone I couldn't see. She stepped in the door and stopped, quickly becoming concerned as her glance took in my expression and the hairbrush.

I rose to meet her.

"Tell your friend goodbye."

She started to protest, but stopped short as I brought the brush down on her ass. The young man who had accompanied her to the door stood and stared.

"I suggest you do as your told. Unless, of course, you want him to witness this?" I smiled and tapped the brush against my palm suggestively.

"No," Carolyn murmured, and crossed to the doorway where she held a brief conversation with the young man, then closed the door.

"I'm sorry," she began "Dinner is nearly ready and I thought I'd be home before you got here. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

"You mean you didn't think you'd get caught," I interrupted her apology, "And you probably think you'll get off lightly because Alex isn't here. Well, that's far from the truth." As I spoke I crossed the room, grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the couch.

Before Carolyn had time to fight back, I had pulled her across my lap and held her in place by pinning one arm behind her back. Once she was there, her bottom tilted up over my knees, I ran my hand gently over her ass, savoring the soft feel of her skirt and the instinctive flinching of her ass cheeks.

"Who was he?"

"Just someone I know from the gym. He lives near here and needed a ride home."

I swatted her ass, hard. "Try again. You weren't taking him to his place, you were bringing him here." I aimed another blow at her bottom. "Were you planning to take him to bed?"

"No!" Carolyn squirmed as I began spanking her in ernest. "He lives down the street, and I'd only asked him in for a Coke."

More sharp blows rained down on Carolyn's bottom, making her gasp. "I think there's more to it than that, isn't there, little one?"

No," she protested, then cried out as a particularly hard swat landed."Yes, yes there is. I'm sorry."

"You will be. Ask for your punishment."

Her voice quavered. "I've been disobedient. Please spank me."

As she finished speaking I brought the hairbrush down hard on her up-turned butt. Again and again the brush met her cheeks. Carolyn squirmed on my lap, her ass cheeks clenching as she tried to absorb the pain of the repeated blows. After a short while, I released her arm and lifted her skirt up. The white silk of the panties was stretched tight across cheeks that were already beginning to blush a delicate pink, and were framed by the straps of her white lace garter belt.

"When do you need to get the food out of the oven, little one?"

Carolyn glanced awkwardly at the clock. "In about 5 minutes."

"Well, then I'd better make the most of the time, hadn't I?"

For the next 5 minutes I warmed Carolyn's ass very thoroughly with the hairbrush. First on the seat of her little silk knickers, then on her bare ass. When the timer rang, indicating the need to let Carolyn get on with preparing dinner, she was whimpering with each blow, and her ass was a lovely, deep shade of pink. As she stood, she started to pull her panties up and her skirt down.

"No, I don't think so. Take the skirt and knickers off."

She looked so sweet standing there, nearly naked from the waist down, the hem of her blouse brushing her sore red ass. Her head was bowed in submission, though I knew that wouldn't last for long.

"Run along and get dinner on the table. I'll change out of my good dress."

In about 10 minutes Carolyn knocked on the bedroom door, and peeked around it. "Dinner is on the table. Would you like wine?"

I nodded my agreement, belted my dressing gown around me, and walked down to the dining room. The table looked lovely, and Carolyn poured some wine for me as I sat. She then crossed to her chair and started to sit.

"No," Carolyn looked at me, puzzled. "Kneel here." I pointed to the floor beside my chair. "I want you within easy reach."

"But I'm hungry!" she protested.

"You'll eat when and if I tell you. It won't hurt you to be hungry for a little while, slave." Carolyn's eyes widened. "You do remember agreeing to be my slave tonight, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then I suggest that you obey me."

With a scornful glance, Carolyn pulled out her chair, sat down, and began to serve herself. I rose, moved behind her, wound my fingers firmly in her hair and pulled her face up to look at me.

"Just what do you think you're doing, slave."

"Eating dinner," she answered challengingly.

At once I dragged her from her seat and shoved her down across the table, reaching as I did so for the belt that I had brought with me in anticipation of just such an event. Pinning her, I brought it down across her ass. One stroke, then another, and another; each one leaving a scarlet mark across her already crimson cheeks. Carolyn flinched with each blow, but made no sound, her hands clenched on the table's edge in her effort for control. Another stroke landed, and another.

As the belt came down on her derriere for the tenth time, Carolyn's control broke. Each of the next three strokes wrung a cry of pain from her, then, as I was raising the belt again, she spoke.

"Please, Mistress, no more."

I dropped the belt and pulled her to her feet. "Well, slave, do you think you can obey simple commands now?" I asked, my hand locked firmly around her wrist.

"Yes, Mistress, I'll be obedient." With a penitent look, she dropped her eyes.

"Fine." I walked back to my chair, sat, and began to sip my wine. Carolyn glanced up at me, then quickly knelt beside my chair, wincing as her much abused buttocks touched her heels. I gently caressed her hair as I ate, occasionally offering her a bite from my plate.

"You like to be forced to submit, don't you darling? It makes you feel completely mastered, even by another woman." I unbuttoned her blouse and began playing with her ample breasts as I spoke. As I slid my fingers into her white lace bra Carolyn shivered, and her nipples began to harden.

By the time I had finished eating and feeding my slave, Carolyn was clearly aroused, her nipples hard and swollen, her breathing rapid, and her thighs glistening and wet. I pulled her onto my lap and fondled her naked breasts; her blouse and bra had long since been discarded. As I kissed her, Carolyn melted into my arms, her mouth open to my probing tongue and her thighs open to my questing fingers.

I slid first one, then two fingers into her pussy, and she moaned softly as I began to slide them in and out, my thumb rubbing against her clit. Carolyn's hands tangled in my hair as she wriggled and fucked herself on my hand. I tweaked and pinched her hard little nipples, then kissed them and suckled on her luscious breasts. Carolyn's breathing became more rapid, and she closed her eyes as she climbed towards orgasm. When she hung on the edge, unaware of anything but the aching need for release, I took my had from her cunt and my lips from her breasts, and pushed her away.

"No! Don't stop!" she cried, grabbing for my hand.

"Not yet, dear," I smiled and pushed her hands away, "You need to earn your pleasure. Now, off to the bedroom, quickly."

As she slid from my lap, I saw that the marks of her punishment had already begun to fade, leaving only five or six deep red welts across her ass. Welts that would doubtless remain painful for several days, reminding Carolyn of her night of slavery and the virtues of obedience.

A sharp slap on her bottom hurried her up the stairs. I followed more slowly. To my delight, when I opened the bedroom door, I found her kneeling on the bed, leather wrist cuffs, anklets and collar lying in front of her. My hands trembled with anticipation as I fastened the leather on her body. I clipped her wrists together behind her back, while I collected some other items from the toy cupboard: some chains, nipple clamps, a flogger, and some dildos. Then I stood at the foot of the bed and beckoned.

Carolyn scooted forward on her knees, and I rubbed my fingers across the throbbing slit between her legs, keeping her at the peak of arousal.

"Undress me."

"But my hands are ..." she cut off the protest as I grabbed her hair.

"I'm sure you'll manage.

She undressed me slowly with her teeth, or turning her back and using her bound hands. As she labored, I amused myself by pinching her nipples or her ass, delighting in her sudden gasps and squeals of pain. When Carolyn had finished, I sat on the bed, pulled her to me, and attached the clamps to her nipples. I tightened them just until she muttered "Enough," then a trifle more.

Carolyn moaned as I tugged on the chain, lifting and pulling on her breasts. "Don't worry dear, I won't leave them on _too_ long. Now on your knees and pleasure me."

I spread my legs as Carolyn knelt and pressed he head between my thighs. The sudden flick of her tongue across my clit made me gasp, and I wound my fingers in her hair. As she used her lips, teeth, and tongue on my pussy, I gave myself over to the waves of pleasure emanating from it. Carolyn's tongue lapped and sucked at my clitoris and probed my vagina like a hungry bee in search of nectar. I pressed her more firmly against my cunny as my passion built quickly to a peak, my whole body shuddering as I climaxed.

Carolyn began to pull away, but swiftly renewed her efforts when I brought the flogger down on her ass. I continued to flog her as she ate me, and she moaned and twisted as each blow made the clamps on her breasts swing and bounce. After I had scaled the heights of passion several more times, I lifted Carolyn from her knees and unfastened her wrists. Smiling I pushed her onto her back, and fastened her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. She whimpered as her hot red ass rubbed against the sheets.

"You did a very good jog of pleasing me, little slave, now it's your turn."

"Oh God, Yes," she whispered. I locked down at her, spreadeagled, a chain linking her clamped throbbing nipples, her pussy open, almost begging to be filled. She was beautiful, and I loved her.

Slowly, I slid the largest dildo into her hungry cunt. Carolyn moaned as it stretched and filled her, and moaned again as I began to fuck her with it. Her hips lifted to meet the strokes and she cried out as tugged on the chain linking her breasts.

As she approached the brink, I stopped and let her slide back from the edge. Again and again she scaled the heights only to be held back from ecstacy. For twenty minutes I kept her in torment, until she was begging almost incoherently.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything. Oh, God, please, please, please! Let me come!

"Shh, darling. Not yet, but soon."I murmured soothingly as I caressed her. Then I attached a clip to the collar and fastened it to the chain on the nipple clamps.

Carolyn seemed puzzled by this until I moved her head from side to side. Each turn brought a tug on one breast or the other. Wide-eyed, she looked up at me, realizing what would happen. As she began to thrash in passion, she would send waves of pleasure/pain through her body, driving her to ever greater heights.

One final touch. I let her watch as I lubricated the small dildo, the one designed to fit her asshole and stay lodged there. I lifted her hips and slid it into her, listening with pleasure to her cries as she felt the fullness of it in her ass. A feeling I knew she loved.

Then I lay beside her and began to fuck her pussy with the large dildo, my body pressed close to hers, my tongue lapping occasionally at he cruelly tortured nipples. AS Carolyn began to spiral upwards, I slid the dildo in and out faster and harder, until she was gasping and sobbing, her head tossing back and forth, adding stabs of new pleasure/pain coursing through her body from her breasts.

Just as she hung on the edge, I flicked her clit with my finger and her body arched in the first spasm of an orgasm long delayed.

As she did so, the twisting of her body pulled the clamps off her breasts, and the sudden rush of sensation hit her, sending her into an even greater, longer climax. For several minutes spasm after spasm of pleasure racked her body.

As Carolyn drifted slowly back to reality, many minutes later, I slid the dildos from her body, and unbound her arms and legs. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at me in love.

"Thank you, Mistress." she whispered dreamily.

"Thank you, my love" I answered as I snuggled her body against mine and drifted to sleep, my beloved slave and lover in my arms.