Chapter Thirteen

 

 

The beating on the Friday afternoon was terrible.

She wasn't stripped naked this time, Alice wasn't present, there was no play with clips.

Elizabeth just had to strip off her skirt and knickers and bend over in the middle of the floor.

It was punishment for having contacted Bob instead of letting the men get on with things. Sir made it quite clear that he was displeased and she felt wretched.

The only way she could regain his approval, she knew, was to take her punishment as well as she was able to.

The crop scythed across her bottom with an intensity that took her breath away and she cried out immediately.

"Shush! Stop making a fuss, Elizabeth," he chided her.

"Sorry, Sir."

She steadied herself for the second stroke and bit her lip as it smacked across her, thudding and stinging at the same time. He hadn't told her how many she was to take but she counted it in as steady a voice as she could.

The third smacked in and she grunted in pain.

He was angry with her. She had let him down and there was no way she could assimilate this pain into arousal. This was pain, pure and simple. Punishment.

A fourth smacked in and her legs trembled.

The fifth made her eyes start to water and after the sixth she was crying in earnest, her tears falling onto the carpet under her but still he beat her. Seven, Eight!

Please stop, Sir! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!

Nine and Ten fell and she collapsed onto her knees when he told her the punishment was complete.

She knelt in a shameless heap, on knees and elbows, her face buried in her hands as she wept - not just from pain but from fear of his anger in future. She now knew that a beating as part of sex was one thing. A punishment was quite, quite different.

She only stopped crying when she felt his hand on her seared buttocks. "Do you understand now, Elizabeth? I am in charge where you are concerned, you will not question me again."
"No, sir. I won't."

He made no move to touch her again and went back into his office. As she struggled back to her feet, Alice entered and then joined him in his office. Well, she reflected grimly as she limped to the Ladies, one of them had enjoyed her punishment.

But at least Sir seemed content that she had learned her lesson and was in high good humour at the end of work that day, although Elizabeth's bottom was still complaining.

He told her she looked especially gorgeous because she was in pain and kissed her before taking her out of town to a restaurant where he had once again ordered for her in advance - and she had to admit that he had identified her tastes very accurately.

He talked to her about the business and even promised to begin taking her with him on occasions when he visited other offices the company owned and by the end of the meal, Elizabeth was relaxed and happy - her punishment forgotten - as she bathed in Sir's company and his good humour.

But once they were back in his car, she was made aware that the evening had a very definite purpose.

"Stockings and knickers off, Elizabeth, please," he ordered as they sat in the car park, the security lights illuminating them. The hold ups were easily removed but the knickers took some wriggling before they were off.

"Good, shoes back on, skirt right up now."

Elizabeth managed to lift her bottom up enough to ease the skirt up over her bottom so that she was sitting on the cool leather.

"Masturbate on the way home. If you think you're going to come, tell me and I'll decide whether you will or not. Clear?"

"Yes, sir." To her relief he began to move off, just as another couple exited the restaurant and began to walk towards the car next to them. Her undignified posture would have been very obvious, but once they were out on the road she could circle her clit with her finger and relax. She was going to Sir's place to spend the night with him and he was going to take her anal virginity.

She trembled with desire and groaned as she rubbed harder at herself.

The lights flashed past as the big car purred along, thoughts of the coming night and the afternoon's punishment spun in her mind as her arousal began to spiral upwards.

"Sir! Sir!" she panted. "Coming!"

"Not yet! Wait, Elizabeth!" he snapped back. "Did you learn your lesson this afternoon?"

"Yes! Oh pleease! Yes!"

"Then you'll agree to a minimum tariff of twenty strokes if you question me again?"

Oh God! I'll take forty - just let me come!

"Ye...yes! Sir!" she managed to get the words out despite her teeth being clenched in desperation "Then you can come."

"Aaah!" She came and twisted and convulsed against the seat belt as her pelvis bucked and jerked frantically, her legs spread obscenely wide in the footwell.

When she recovered she found the car was standing at the door of his house.

He led her inside and she found herself in his large, comfortable, modern house with a lounge and dining room in open plan layout and a kitchen that she would have died for leading off the dining room and with patio doors out onto the garden.

Sir poured her a brandy while she recovered from her orgasm and looked around her. It seemed a very large pad for a single man, but then she supposed that Alice stayed fairly often - and who knew how many other women.

But that was none of her business, she told herself brusquely. Here and now, she was the focus of his attention and she must make the most of it.

He came close to her where she was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, his whisky in one hand. With his other he reached behind her, lifted her skirt and drew her to him so that he could fondle her naked buttock. She looked up at him as he gripped his hand tightly over where the crop had scored her earlier, she winced and closed her eyes but knew he was looking steadily at her; assessing her. His hand moved to her other cheek and he clawed into her flesh again, she caught her breath and looked up at him. He was indeed calmly watching her, but when he saw she was looking back at him he smiled.

"Rear-guard action tonight, Elizabeth," he said.

"Yes, sir." She was unaccustomed to strong spirits and the brandy was warming her and making her feel recklessly happy, his breath was warm on her cheek and smelt richly of whisky.

He led her upstairs when they had finished their drinks, Elizabeth's heart was pounding. She was going to share Sir's bed at long last and he was going to take her in a way that no one else had ever done...but he had been doing that for weeks now and still he was opening new doors for her.

But there was the crop first.

"A few taps will liven you up, Elizabeth. And give Alice some marks to kiss better!"

Beaten twice in a day? She was glad of the brandy now swirling around her head as she braced her hands on the edge of the king size bed and stuck her backside out for him. He had watched her undress while bending the crop between his hands and Elizabeth had felt the heat in her belly as she prepared to submit to him once again. Now she craned her head round as she heard rustling and saw he was taking his shirt off - he grinned when he saw her watching.

"Don't worry, you can do the rest!"

She grinned back. At least this wasn't a punishment and she could try and convert the pain into that pure sensation that grounded in her clitoris.

The ten strokes he delivered were not as hard as the punishment ones, but taken on an already beaten backside, they were testing enough. The first three made her cry out in genuine anguish but after that she felt the visceral excitement start to grow and as she jerked forwards at each blow she threw her head back in abandonment to this strange pleasure that was wild and dangerous and she couldn't care less.

She was his to beat as it pleased him, whenever he wanted to beat her and for whatever reason - or for none.

Afterwards she was allowed to stand and rub at her welts while he played with her breasts and kissed her neck before telling her to undress him.

Gladly she knelt in front of him, her bottom stinging and burning pleasantly and eased off his shoes and socks, then with her pulse racing again she knelt up and unzipped his flies, eased his trousers down and helped him step out of them.

The long, straining bulge of his cock was inches from her face as she knelt back up and gently began to furl the top of his pants down over the wide, gleaming dome of his helm.

She licked her lips almost without realising what she was doing, but this was so much more than just a man's sex. This was the cock of the man who could make her bend over for a beating. This was the cock of the man who made her submit to his rules and punished her for breaking them. This was the cock of the man who could, with a word or just a gesture make her perform the most degrading of sexual acts.

And he could make her enjoy them; revel in them, delight in how debased she was for him.

This was the cock of the man who controlled her mind and body.

She could see how hard its vein ridged column was and she longed to touch it, to be allowed to lick it and taste his excitement - his need to enter her body.

As always he seemed to read her mind. He cupped her chin and tilted her head up.

"In due course. Now, open the bedside table and you'll find all you need."

There was a tube of lubricant and some tissues. She took them out and in the meantime he had slipped a condom over his straining, rigid cock.

She held the lubricant out when she had climbed onto the bed.

"No. You do it, Elizabeth. Open yourself up for me. I want to see you do it."

Once again she felt that familiar lurch in her belly. She was going to have to put her own fingers in her arse.

Thank you, sir! Another step along this road. Another disgraceful act for his pleasure.

She lay on her face, popped the tube open and spread the goo on the fingers of her right hand and reached down and back, groping for her anus, knowing he was standing by the bed and watching her ensure her most intimate passage was comfortable for him to enter.

She found it and pushed her finger in, twisting it about, then tried a second finger and found she could take that - although they felt huge inside her. She twisted them both and hoped she was doing it right.

"Alright, now get your knees under you."

She wiped her fingers and shuffled her knees up so her arse was up in the air as she felt him kneel behind her.

Then she couldn't help tensing as she felt the wide head of his cock lodge against her anus.

On an impulse she reached behind her and held her cheeks open - it was only symbolic but he chuckled and told her she was a good girl.

Then he pushed in and she gasped as she felt her sphincters stretch wider open than ever before.

"Oooh! God! Ooooh God! Sir!" She panicked, it was never going to fit inside her but he kept pushing and she kept stretching and it hurt, it stung and she desperately stuffed some of the duvet into her mouth and gritted her teeth.

"Mmmmm! Aaah!" It was a telegraph pole, not his cock at all and then, suddenly he was in.

There was no relief - like with the plug when the anus could close around the narrow base - his cock was a solid column and he was still pushing further inside her.

It was the weirdest feeling and Elizabeth's eyes watered as she felt the stinging in her anus stabilise but the penetration went on. She could feel her vagina being squeezed and still he wasn't fully inside her.

But then at last he sighed and she let her cheeks go and put her hands back up by her face.

"Fully in, Elizabeth," he said cheerfully, "and the view is spectacular!"

He slapped her flank hard and began to move back and forth. She could feel her narrow passage being dragged back and forth with him at first but gradually - whether from the lube or from her own secretions, she didn't know which - he began to be able to slide in and out.

The feeling was the strangest yet. But slowly she found a kind of pleasure in the way her insides were squeezed as he moved and she liked the feeling of his pubes rubbing her buttocks each time he reached full penetration.

His speed began to increase and Elizabeth felt her entrance protest and once again she was frightened he would damage her but suddenly he tensed against her and she realised he was ejaculating into her innards and the thought gave her a deep satisfaction. She was taking him where no man had a right to be. But she had gladly given him that right, he was in her arse and her body was totally open to him now.

She felt him lean over her back as he jerked and thrust in his climax and then it was over. She felt her rectum able to contract a little as he softened and then, quite suddenly he had left her and she felt an odd emptiness.

Now he pushed her down onto her face and lay on top of her as she began to relax and fully enjoy the knowledge that she had taken him - he had buggered her, she liked the word and let it roll around her mind as she felt Sir's breathing calm, then he rolled off her and took his condom off.

A strong hand in her hair told her what was needed now.

He tasted horribly of rubber as well as of his spunk but she loved the feeling of having his softening cock in her mouth straight after it had been in her arse.

She really was becoming a slut and she loved it!

When she re-surfaced, licking her fingers and lips, he told her she needed to wear the bigger plug for a while yet.

"A man likes a tight arse, Elizabeth, but you could be a little wider for comfort. I'll tell Alice to deal with it. But well done."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you!" she whispered and curled up against him insanely proud and happy.

 

Sir cooked her breakfast after taking her via her front entrance the next morning and then dropped her at home. She had wanted to stay of course but he had things to do, he said.

She was desperate to know if they involved any other woman but didn't dare ask and he watched her struggle, with an irritating smile on his face. She even tried to flounce out when he held the front door for her but ended up laughing at herself. It was a Saturday morning, she was bare-legged and knickerless, she had been beaten, fucked and buggered.

She really didn't have any dignity to stand on.

As always he seemed to know what she was thinking and once he was in the driver's seat of the car, reached out and tweaked her skirt up to reveal her naked vulva. He cupped it and made her sigh with pleasure.

"Keep the skirt up," he told her and with the reassurance that - whatever his other plans - he still wanted her, she was content.

Back at home she tried to busy herself with mundane things like cleaning and washing but she couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror and seeing an increasingly experienced woman and not a girl looking back at her. She was truly a woman, she felt. She was finding out, day by day, just how much pleasure could be taken and given in sex. She was being opened up - literally - to every possibility. But she had a shrewd suspicion that she still had a long way to go.

Bob texted and asked if he could come round. She had forgotten that he had had a date the previous night.

There was no jealousy, just curiosity. She had had quite a night of it after all.

"She's blonde," he told her and grinned, he knew she envied blondes. "Works in IT, has her own car and is a fantastic lay."

She nearly threw the coffee cup she was holding at him, despite her earlier equanimity.

He laughed at her fury and moved in to hold her as she pouted.

"No, she's nice and I'm sure we'll get it on eventually. But how did you get on with the Boss?"

She shrugged as carelessly as she could. "He buggered me."

"How was it?"

"Strange, but not too painful...quite nice I suppose."

"Can I have you like that tonight?"

Elizabeth laughed at the sheer outrageousness of the question and loved it. She put her arms round his neck and kissed his cheek. "If you're very, very nice to me all day," she whispered.

Despite using a lot of lube, it hurt. Her anus protested at this second unnatural intrusion but Elizabeth was absolutely certain that Bob would report to Sir so she stifled her cries as he forced his way up her and eventually spent, after a brief time moving inside her. It wasn't as meaningful somehow as it had been with Sir.