Punish Me Good by Lucy Felthouse
Many thanks to Kay for having me here to share a taster from my work. I’ve decided, in honour of Kay being the Queen of writing fem-dom and BDSM, that I’d share one of my own offerings in this genre. Punish Me Good is a kinky fem-dom tale with a surprising twist—which of course I’m not going to give away. You’ll just have to read the story
Punish Me Good is available either in my fem-dom mini-anthology of the same name, or as part of my larger single-author collection, We Love Lucy.
More information and buy links for both anthologies can be found at the links below:
Malachi knelt before his mistress, looking up at her with complete reverence.
“What would you have me do, mistress?”
Tilting her head to one side, she licked her scarlet lips as she studied her slave. Her mind mulled over the possibilities. There were many. But since she was in charge, she started with her favourite.
“OK, slave. Since you ask so nicely, there are a few things you can do for me. First of all, you can lick my pussy.”
Towering over her sub, Avery shifted her legs apart and smiled as Malachi eagerly shuffled between them, his hands bound behind his back. She was a tough taskmaster when it came to oral sex, so Malachi had his work cut out for him, especially without the assistance of his hands.
Wearing her favourite blood-red PVC corset with matching suspender belt, no panties, and thigh-high boots, Avery knew she looked every inch the slut. What’s more, she didn’t care. She felt powerful, sexy, and totally deserving of her position as Malachi’s mistress.
Malachi, on the other hand, didn’t cut such an imposing figure. He knelt between his mistress’ shapely thighs, lapping at her cunt, wearing nothing but a collar and handcuffs. Determined to emasculate him further, she’d used pink fluffy cuffs. Despite his subservient behaviour, Malachi’s cock seemed to have taken on a life all its own. Rising rigid and impressive from the nest of dark blonde curls at the juncture of his thighs, it nestled against his stomach, oozing pre-come so copiously that it ran down his shaft.
Avery cast a sneaky look at his cock and gulped inwardly as she imagined its bulbous head splitting apart her pussy lips and burying deep inside her. She loved the lifestyle and all the kink and mind games that went with it – but she wasn’t averse to a good old-fashioned straight fuck every now and again. Especially from Malachi.
This time, however, Malachi was definitely going to have to earn his reward. Reaching down to grip his blonde tresses roughly between her fingers, she rubbed herself off against his face. Desperate to please, Malachi’s skilled tongue worked in and around her pussy, massaging her clit and sucking her labia until she was ready to explode. Her clit was massively engorged, full of the blood she needed to survive. Then, with a deft flick of his tongue, Malachi made her come.
Thrusting wildly against his mouth and chin, Avery rode out her orgasm, mildly aware that Malachi was licking and sucking up every drop of liquid gushing from her core. Adoring slave that he was, he never liked to waste a drop.
When she’d recovered enough from her orgasm to regain her presence of mind, Avery roughly shoved Malachi away – so hard that he sprawled onto his side on the floor. Immediately, though, no doubt fearing his mistress’s wrath, he moved so he was kneeling once more.
“Not bad,” Avery said, “though it could have been better. Get yourself over that rack and prepare yourself for punishment. I’m sick and tired of your laziness.”
She was lying, of course. The head she’d just received from her slave had been fantastic, as always. They both knew it, too. However, they were playing a game, and this was part of it. After all, if Malachi wasn’t ‘naughty’ then he couldn’t be punished, could he?
Avery watched, a disapproving look on her beautiful face as Malachi scrambled awkwardly to his feet and walked over to the rack. Bending over the wooden frame, Malachi had to manoeuvre so he wasn’t crushing his still-erect cock. No mean feat, considering he was still cuffed. He looked extremely humble bent over with his pale ass sticking out, begging to be thrashed. You’d think it would be more difficult to make a 6”4’ blonde, muscular man look humble, but Malachi was an enthusiastic sub, did as he was commanded, and did it well. He knew if he pleased his mistress that he would get what it was that he truly craved. And boy, did he crave it. His mouth watered at the mere thought of it.
Marching over to the table where she kept her various instruments of pain and torture, Avery pursed her lips as she perused her choice. Glancing back across at Malachi, she licked her lips at the sight of his juicy ass spread and on display, purely for her enjoyment. Looking at him didn’t help her choose an implement; however, as she knew he would happily take any punishment she meted out. That was the beauty of her slave, he accepted anything and everything she did, completely unquestioningly. He was the best she’d ever had.
Avery decided to go the whole nine yards on this particular occasion and she picked up the most brutal tool in her possession.
Carrying the switch over to where Malachi stood prone, Avery positioned herself behind him purposely so he couldn’t see what she was holding. Then she caressed her empty hand over his soft, yet muscular cheeks. She’d soon put some colour into that pale flesh.
She drew her hand back and gave his bottom a hearty slap. The sound ricocheted around the room, but as always, not even the slightest sound emanated from Malachi’s lips. Bringing her arm back, Avery slapped the other side of his rump, enjoying the heat in her hand and the angry handprint which was temporarily etched onto Malachi’s skin.
Licking her blood-red lips, Avery prepared to thoroughly mark her slave’s flesh. Drawing the switch across Malachi’s ass, she heightened his anticipation by giving him a hint as to what he was in for. She lightly, playfully, tapped the switch against first one cheek, then the other. Suddenly, she drew back her arm then swiped hard at his ass. The resulting sound was a loud crack, which one might expect would be followed by a yell from the recipient. Not Malachi. He remained completely silent. And still.
Used to her slave’s silence, Avery was not concerned by this. It simply made her all the more determined to hurt him so bad that his vocal chords betrayed him. A glance told her that his penis wasn’t betraying him. In fact, it was so hard that it was as red and angry looking as the mark she’d left on Malachi’s bottom. She looked forward to the resultant frantic fucking she would receive after this session. It seemed that the more extreme their BDSM sessions were, the more insane their lovemaking turned out to be.
Encouraged and turned on further by this thought, Avery put her best foot forward, her best arm back, and began thrashing Malachi once more. She lay stripe after stripe on his skin until she’d covered every inch of his ass and upper thighs. Then she began again. Harder and harder she beat him, until finally, she split his flesh. Still, he didn’t make a single sound.
Seconds later, as Avery gazed upon the wound, it closed up. Unperturbed, Avery continued her assault until she’d opened six or seven more wounds, and watched each one knit back together, leaving the skin as if it had never been touched. There was no evidence there to suggest that Malachi had been spanked, let alone switched.
Any normal person would have been howling, wailing, begging for mercy and possibly bleeding by this point. But Malachi was no normal person.
Tiring now, Avery walked back over to the table and replaced the switch. Her blood was thundering through her veins from the adrenaline rush and the vigorous thrashing she’d given her slave. Showing weakness was not something Avery did, however, and she moved once more to stand behind her slave.
“Stand,” she ordered. Malachi complied immediately, turning to face his mistress. He bowed his head in respect.
“You have taken your punishment well, slave. Well; and without complaint, I might add. Turn around.”
Reaching into her deep cleavage, Avery retrieved the key to Malachi’s pink fluffy handcuffs and unlocked them. Tossing them and the key to the floor, Avery gazed upon her loyal and obedient slave. She noticed his cock was still screaming its enthusiasm. Soon, she thought, soon.
“You have received a severe punishment this night and yet you have not questioned or complained. You are truly obedient.”
“Thank you, mistress. I wish to do nothing but serve you.”
“And serve me you shall, Malachi. Come.”
Leaving the room, Avery made her way to the bedroom, slave in tow.
Once there, Avery made her demands known.
“Close the door, slave. Then come to me.”
Naturally, Malachi didn’t need telling twice. Moving extraordinarily fast, he closed the door and positioned himself close to the woman he worshipped, awaiting her next order.
“Remove my corset.”
Malachi moved to Avery’s back and began to untie the ribbon holding together the blood-red PVC garment. He knew the game was coming to an end so he risked doing his task unnecessarily slowly, to heighten the pleasure and anticipation for them both.
“You have pleased me this night, Malachi. You have truly earned your reward. Take what it is that you need from me, my slave.”
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Thanks ever so much for bringing us some yummy BDSM Lucy today! Can’t beat it (pun intended!!) Kxx