“Oh God, Liu!!! Fuck me!!! That’s it!!!” I screamed over again. Liu was in a very horny mood all night and I became the recipient of his sexual appetite. I love being his slut. I want to be everything to him at all times. I know it sounds dramatic, but that is how I feel. I would not change a millionth of a millisecond of the time I spend with him. Whether we are kissing, fucking or he is caning my bare ass for no good reason, I love it.
I love him.
I finally moved out of my parents’ place and in with Liu. Now I’m free from parental control and inconsistent rules. Living with him is great and the sex is even better. I love sucking his cock in the morning or being a quick fuck for him before work. We even have codes for each position. Well, he does anyway. If he wakes me with two taps on the ass, then he wants it doggie style. If he touches my pussy, we do it in the missionary position.
However, there are consequences for not following his orders (or commandments as I call them in my mind). For example, I have to still attend class and get my college degree. I am not to come home with anything under a “B” average. He does check my transcript and if my grades are not what they should be, then my behind will feel it. I take care of all the domestics, cooking, cleaning, washing clothes and even managing the household bills. Unfortunately, I forgot to pay the electric bill one month. Liu made sure I would never forget again.
He taught me how to use online banking and let me pay the bills online. The first time I saw the amount of his paycheck, I said to him, “Wow, the Southern City Police pay really well.”
“You are so naïve,” he replied to me.
Perhaps he was right and he didn’t make as much as it looked. Between rent, utilities, food, credit cards and car payments there was not a whole lot left over. He didn’t want me to work, instead he gave me an allowance of $50.00 per week which I stashed away.
Last night, Liu came home and slammed the door.
“Why the fuck did I get a disconnect notice from the electric company? Didn’t you send the payment on time?” he yelled in the most powerful voice I ever heard.
“Oh shit, I might have forgotten that one,” I said as I tried to recount the payments that I sent out.
“I’ve never made a late payment on anything, Kait. I guess that paying a bill on time was too big a ball for you to carry.”
“I’ll send the payment out now.”
“No you won’t.”
He took off his jacket, hung it up, and locked up his gun.
“Um, are you hungry? I made dinner,” I asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
“I’m not hungry right now and I suspect you won’t be either after this.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He gave me the letter from the electric company.
“Kait, read the letter. How much is the total due?”
“It says total due, $119.30.”
“That means you get one hundred and nineteen strokes with the paddle and thirty with the cane.”
“You’ve lost your mind!” I exclaimed in shock.
“We’ll see about that,” he said sternly.
He went into the closet and took out the paddle. “Take off your clothes- everything.”
“Why should I? I said I’ll send the payment out now.”
“I told you to take your fuckin’ clothes off, right now!”
I nervously started to undress, unsure of what to expect from him. I walked towards him as my clothes stood in a pile on the floor.
“Now, put the palms of your hands against the wall and spread your legs. Stick your ass out,” he ordered.
“How many did I say you were to get with the paddle?”
“You forgot because you weren’t paying attention—again!”
“It was 119 strokes. It WAS 119. Now it’s going to be 150. Do you want try for more?”
“No, sir,” I replied as I did what I was told.
I could hear him pacing behind me as he held the paddle. I saw him shaking his head in disbelief at what I did.
“When will you learn to do what you are supposed to?”
“It was an honest mistake.”
“But, it is still a mistake,” he pointed out.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Sorry does not change the mistake!”
He walked over to me and pinched my left nipple. I grimaced from the discomfort it caused.
“From now on, you will send all the bills out on time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir I do.”
Without warning, I felt the first hit from the paddle against my behind. Then I felt another one on the other side and so on. I closed my eyes tightly as I instinctively moved my body closer to the wall.
“Stick your ass out! And keep those legs open!” he reminded me.
“How many so far?” he asked.
“I received thirty-seven, sir.” I knew I had to keep count, even though he did not ask me to.
“Very good, I’m impressed,” he said as he continued.
“Thank you, sir," I replied, almost obligatory.
I didn’t want to do anything for fear that it would upset him even more. My little yelps of discomfort were getting louder as the stinging pain was increasing.
By the 60 th stroke, the pain was getting to be too much for me. However, I knew to keep count and to stay in position. The worst of the punishment was coming. Each stroke came harder and faster against my tender skin. There was no time to absorb the pain before he struck me with the paddle again.
When I finally received my 150 strokes, I was teary-eyed, pressing my breasts against the wall. I turned back and looked at him and he was expressionless as he examined his work. I needed to catch my breath, but he would not let me.
“Now, fetch the cane and give it to me,” he ordered.
I walked over to the closet and took the cane. I handed it to him without making any eye contact .
“Now, get back in positio,” he instructed.
He tapped my red, sore behind with the cane before giving me six hard strokes. I jumped away from the wall and grabbed my stinging ass as I faced him. “Oh God, that hurt!”
“It’s going to hurt more, get back into position.”
I placed my hands back on the wall bracing for the remaining strokes. He tapped me again before the swift crack of the cane jarred me one more. Almost as a reflex, I kicked my leg back after each stroke.
“You do that again, and I’ll double your punishment,” he warned.
“Please don’t double it. I’m begging you!” I pleaded to him as I got back into position for more.
He calmly administered the next six strokes as I prayed for his mercy.
“What are you going to do from now on?” he asked.
“I-I-I am going to send the bills out on time, sir,” I said through my tears.
I felt the taps of the cane again.
He gave me six more strokes and I knew my body could not take much more. My hands were sweating against the wall. I started biting my lower lip to keep myself from screaming from the pain.
Once again, I felt the ominous light taps of the cane, but this time on my upper thighs. Six more hard strokes followed.
“I love you, please stop!” I cried to him again.
“You only have six more left,” he reminded me.
The fast gentle taps turned quickly into the final six strokes of the cane. My ass felt as if it were on fire. Maybe fire would have been less painful. Liu walked over to me and stroked my hair.
“Are you going to remember to pay all the bills next time?” he asked in a soothing voice.
I nodded. I wanted to speak, but no words would come out.
He put the cane back in the closet as I felt the burn from my punishment. He placed my hand on his crotch and I felt his hardness through his pants. Without saying a word, he unzipped his pants. I kissed him tenderly on the lips before kneeling before him.
I brushed his hardness against my face. A few drops of tears fell on his cock as I kissed the shaft. I gently licked his cock with the tip of my tongue. I loved holding it and rubbing my cheek against it as my fingers gently rubbed his balls. He stepped back, removed his pants, and pulled off his shirt and tie. Now, with the both of us completely naked, I could do what I loved doing most, pleasing him.
He sat on the couch as I knelt between his legs. I placed my hands firmly on his hips as I sucked his cock. He was watching me, his almond-shaped eyes fixated on my every move. To me, his body was a work of art. I loved the feel of his smooth skin and virtually hairless body. He held my hands as my head moved up and down on his hard cock, giving him the pleasure he so much deserves. I held his cock with one hand as I sucked it as I rubbed my clit with the other.
“You want me to eat you?” he asked through his moans.
“Yes, please,” I replied, needing to cum so badly.
He had me kneeling on the couch, facing the back of it. I opened my legs wide for him to eat my pussy from behind. I felt his tongue teasing my aching clit as he gently licked it. He put his finger inside me as he pleased me with his tongue. My pussy, like the rest of my body was completely at his mercy once again as I pressed my clit against his mouth. The waves of pleasure were building inside me as my body began to shake from the sensation. “Oh God!” I yelled as I gripped the couch. I felt the orgasm coming, as did Liu, who was moaning as my clit throbbed against his tongue. Finally, I released in his mouth as he licked my pussy clean.
“You shot!” he said proudly as he stood up, stroking his cock. I knelt before him again, feeling his erection in my mouth one more time. However, I could not wait any longer. I wanted him inside me. I needed him to fuck me.
“Please, fuck me, Liu,” I begged him.
“How badly do you want it?” he teased as he looked down at me.
“I need it very badly. Please fuck me.”
“Get on all fours,” he told me.
I got on all fours and he knelt behind me. He pounded my pussy with such force that I grabbed the rug. He fucked me as if he were a machine. He showed no mercy as each thrust went harder and deeper. I gasped from his pounding.
“You like getting fucked?” he asked as he grunted.
“Oh God, yes, please fuck me harder,” I moaned.
He pounded me harder, putting me on the line between pleasure and pain once again as he slapped my sore ass.
“I love you! I love you!” I screamed as his cock was stabbing me.
He grabbed my shoulders and pressed into me as I felt his hot cum shoot inside my cunt. I tightened my pussy lips around cock and felt the rewards of his orgasm. When he pulled out, I licked his cock clean as his cum dripped from my pussy. Passionately, we kissed on the floor as he licked his cum from my lips. I put my head on his chest as he put his arm around me.
Next time, I will “forget” to pay the cable bill.
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