The Punishment I have been watching you for days now. YouΓ’β¬β’re always walking the same road, always wearing one of those short dresses that make me think of what you might be hiding under them. And thatΓ’β¬β’s all it takes to make me hard again.
You walk away down the road and I quickly excuse myself from work to find release in the bathroom. And it drives me slowly insane to see you every day. You almost seem to be teasing me, wearing clothes that hide less and less with every day. It would be the ever hotter summer weather, though. You walk away again and I realize that youΓ’β¬β’re actually walking down the same road I walk in a few hours, after IΓ’β¬β’ve finished with work for the day. Today would not be any different.
That is, if I wouldnΓ’β¬β’t make it different myself. And so I excuse myself from the work earlier, claiming something to be wrong with my stomach. IΓ’β¬β’ll go home and start to put my plan into action. YouΓ’β¬β’ve teased me too much and now itΓ’β¬β’s time for the punishment. I take off my usual clothes and replace them with the old ones I dug up in some old shop in the town. They donΓ’β¬β’t fit me as well as my other clothes, but I donΓ’β¬β’t want you or my colleagues to recognize me. And so I wait for you, standing on the opposite side of the road from my workplace.
Or am I just imagining things again, the same way as IΓ’β¬β’ve done it every other day IΓ’β¬β’ve seen you here? You walk on, and I start to follow you. We walk like this for a while, and IΓ’β¬β’m right - you are walking the road that leads to my house. I start to walk a bit faster, but you donΓ’β¬β’t notice me until I reach you just in front of my home. And the chloroform doesnΓ’β¬β’t give you a chance to react.
When you wake up youΓ’β¬β’re still wearing your clothes, but your hands and feet are bound to the four-poster in my bedroom.
There is fear in your eyes as the sharp knife slowly moves along your body, then cuts through the straps on your shoulders. But you do not move. I lift your dress a little and make a cut in it over your breasts, then let it snap back down again.
Until you notice again that your hands and feet are tied. Γ’β¬ΕWhat do you want from me?Γ’β¬Β This is what you ask as you finally gather enough courage to speak. IsnΓ’β¬β’t it obvious? Do you really not know? DonΓ’β¬β’t you see? Γ’β¬ΕIsnΓ’β¬β’t it obvious?Γ’β¬Β I repeat my thoughts aloud. Γ’β¬ΕI want you! You have been teasing me enough, and now itΓ’β¬β’s time for the punishment. Γ’β¬Β Another cut parts your dress almost completely, leaving only a small strip of cloth above your breasts to hold it together. My hands roam your body and you try not to get aroused by their movement.
You donΓ’β¬β’t want this to happen to you, but as I reach your panties, you shudder and they slowly start to get wet with your juices. You whimper under my touch as my hands are simultaneously moving on your mound and your breasts. Γ’β¬ΕYouΓ’β¬β’re a bad girl,Γ’β¬Β I say. Γ’β¬ΕIt seems you want more. Even though you think you donΓ’β¬β’t - your body says something else!Γ’β¬Β Γ’β¬ΕNo!Γ’β¬Β you shake your head.
Only your panties are still covering the most private parts of your body, but we both know it won't stay this way for long.
You silently shake your head, still asking me not to do this, but you know that it will happen anyway. And even deeper inside, you want this yourself too. I can see your body telling this to me. And so I move again to the bed, over you, and kiss you forcefully.
It isnΓ’β¬β’t making love, itΓ’β¬β’s just pure fucking. And it feels so incredible to be inside you. IΓ’β¬β’m moving in and out with increasing speed as IΓ’β¬β’m also moving closer and closer to release. I completely lose my mind in this amazing feeling and lean in to kiss you. IΓ’β¬β’m gone so far that I donΓ’β¬β’t even realize that you shouldnΓ’β¬β’t be kissing me back as you do just that. You shudder and moan into my mouth as you reach your orgasm and this also brings me to mine. I come inside you, never even thinking about the possible consequences.
Totally spent, I lay on top of you, until I gather enough strength (and mind) to pull out. With a tired hand I pick up the knife and release your legs, your arms. You turn to me and kiss me, and we curl together on the bed. Γ’β¬ΕYou owe me new clothes," you laugh and I nod my head in agreement. The last thing you hear before we both drift away to sleep is a question: Γ’β¬ΕSo, what do we play the next time?Γ’β¬Β
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