Serena Stories 4: Serena Gets Punished (sample)

Summary: Serena, that hot, little, brunette slut is back again with her beloved Master. He’s decided to punish her, but why?

Does she deserve to be punished? Has she earned it? What will her Master do to her while she’s tied up over a table?

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Serena was tied to a table, face down, a blindfold over her eyes, her legs dangling off the edge with just the tips of her toes touching the floor. It was one of the many games Master had introduced her to and she loved it just as much as she loved him. She loved the edge of the table digging into her hips, the ache in her legs as she strained to keep her toes on the floor, and the tortuous waiting he made her endure. The pain he doled out to her was always in perfect measure, even if the moment made her believe it was too much.

Her black hair was tied into a tight bun at the back of her head which she could still turn a little to the left and right to point her ears at the creaks and moans of the house settling with the cooling of night.

He had become her god, the center of her days, the focus of her life. She wasn’t completely sure why or even exactly when, but she knew it was the truth.

“Are you ready for your freedom, pet?”

She could hear his voice. She knew he was behind her in the room someplace, but she wasn’t sure where. Even with the dim lights he’d have turned on, her world was complete darkness behind the blindfold.

“If you want to be free from your bonds, all you have to do is ask for your punishment,” he says.

His voice used to be less sure, a few years before when she’d first brought him home from the coffee shop. As time went by, he took the role she needed him to take and became her Dear Master.

“I… I don’t know if I can stand the punishment, Sir. But… but I’d like to be free, please. I’ll worship you, Sir! Please let me out,” she begged.

It was true. She would worship him. She already did. However, she didn’t really want to escape her punishment. They’d played the game many times and she knew her role just as well as he did.

“Such a cheeky little slut. Do you think you deserve to be allowed to worship me if you’re not willing to get your punishment first?” he asked.

“I… I worship you, Sir. Even if I’m not worthy. Even if I’m disobedient sometimes. I worship you, Master!”

“Charming words are nice, pet. However, you need to show me how well you worship, with your obedience. Obedience and enthusiasm, even for the punishments you receive.”

She struggled against the ropes for a moment, making sure her back arched and her firm, petite ass wiggled in just the way she knew he loved. She moaned, deep and throaty, then let out a whimper that was somehow both cute and sultry all at once.

“But you haven’t even told me what I did wrong, why I need to be punished,” she complained.

The complaints, the struggle, the begging to evade her punishment. It was all part of the game. With every word, the warmth and itch between her legs grew and she knew he was growing harder as well.

“You need to be punished simply because I desire to punish you. There doesn’t need to be any other reason, does there?” he asked.

“But, shouldn’t you punish me when I disappoint you or do something I shouldn’t?” she asked.

“Oh, sweet, little, innocent pet. Of course, I’ll punish you to teach you lessons. However, I will also punish you for the sole purpose of pleasing myself. Do you understand?”

She felt his hand, hot, a little dry, and rough slide up her bare back, then pull away just as it reached her neck, the tips of his fingernails leaving traces behind last.

“I…” she pretended to struggle against the ropes again, lifting her ass in the air, “I understand, Sir. My body, my everything, exists for you to use, to enjoy, and to punish as you see fit. I’m sorry for being disobedient, Sir.”

“If you are truly sorry, then how should you show it?” he asked, placing a hand over her ass and slowly rubbing circles, letting his fingertips occasionally graze her shaven pussy. Each light brush made her squirm and wiggle, in hopes that his hands would linger there.

“I… I should… I should ask- No! I should beg for my punishment!”

“That’s right. Little fucktoys like you beg for their punishment, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Master! Please! Please, punish me. Please, punish this disobedient fucktoy!”

“Are you sure? I’m not going to go easy on you,” he said, lifting his hand from her wiggling ass and bringing it down just enough to sting, enough to make her chilled, pale cheeks turn pink and warm.

“I’m… scared, Sir, but I’m sure. I’m sure that there’s nothing I want or deserve more than to be punished by you, if that’s what you want, Master.”

“I can tell. Look at you tremble, you terrified, little thing,” he said. Then she felt his breath on her ear.

“I love it,” he whispered.

Serena smiled, despite trying to keep up the act of the timid and obedient fucktoy.

“Thank you, Master. I live to please you,” she said.

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