Henry's Punishment

“Good,” I whispered and stroked her beautiful face where just moments later I landed a stinging slap. I kissed her right cheek, which was out of Henry’s view, kissed the top of her nose, kissed her lips again wanting badly to slip my tongue in, but didn’t. I grabbed her hair gently, pulling it into a ponytail again, and kissed my way to the right side of her face. I sucked on the earlobe and very quietly whispered in her ear: “Do as I say and it will be over quicker.” I kissed her mouth again and leaned back. She was looking straight into my eyes and I lifted my eyebrow and very slightly tilted my head towards the mirror, trying to see if she understood. She breathed heavily, but blinked twice in response, and I hoped to god that Henry didn’t catch this little exchange. 

I stood up and circled the chair with deliberate slow, heel pounding steps. “Rules!” I almost yelled and the woman jumped slightly.

“When I tell you to do something,” I stepped in front of her and with a speed of lightning my hand reached out and slapped the side of her face. “You do it!” 

This time, she almost fell off the chair from the force of the blow. “Yes!” she gasped and I smiled wickedly. I walked another circle around the chair and stopped in front of her.

“And if I don’t say you can speak,” another slap landed on her cheek, now visibly reddening, “You don’t!” She gasped again, holding tight onto the sides of the chair and just nodded. 

“Good,” I said softly and looked at the mirror. Henry must be really pleased with his wife’s quick learning, I thought. 

I grabbed her forearm and pulled her roughly off the chair, easily standing some six inches taller than her. She was like a child next to me. I sat down on a chair, leaned back and spread my legs so that in case she missed the fact that my pants were crotchless, she had a full view of my exposed pussy now. 

“Come here,” I said and she stepped closer. I reached out and pulled her all the way in front of me, her legs touching the chair. I slipped my hands under the dress and ran my fingers up her inner thighs, stopping at the touch of her knickers. She wore no nylons. I turned the palm of my right hand up and placed it on her crotch, making her spread her legs a little. I pushed the palm against her crotch and she gasped. I kept looking into her eyes, smiling, with what I was hoping was wickedly enough for Henry. I massaged her pussy through the knickers for a while and her already heavy breathing became even heavier and I could feel a slight push of her pelvis against my hand. I slipped my hands back down her thighs, grabbed the hem of her dress and with all the force that I could muster ripped the dress, exposing her bare front, clad only in soft purple laced bra and matching knickers. She gasped at the brutality of the act and I stood up, pushing the dress off her body. I wanted to take off my boots, I wanted to be closer to her, have my lips closer to hers, but of course, there was Henry to consider and he would not be pleased with it. I was surprised at the fullness of the breasts on her small body, from what I could tell, they looked real. 

I took her by the hand and led her to the chair that reclined back and had a very narrow seat, which would give me an easy access to her privates. It also had leg straps, making it look like a custom made gynecological exam table. I pushed her into the chair and kicked the lever on the side, making the chair slide back, with her now in a half lying position on her back. I kicked the other lever and the chair lifted off the floor very high, stopping just below the level of my boobs. This was the position that the camera could catch a very easy angle at, and Henry would have a full view of the action. I pushed her feet into the straps and she started whimpering quietly. 

I reached between her spread legs and with a forceful pull ripped off her knickers. She closed her eyes, but did not make a sound. I reached between her legs and placed my fingers onto the slightly spread pussy lips, exposing the small pink bud. I pushed against it and started massaging it slowly. Her forehead frowned and the closed eyes squeezed in a slight twitch. Again, her pelvis pushed against my hand. I kept massaging, gently at first, then a little harder. I could feel my pussy swelling up with excitement, too. I stepped all the way to the chair and bent down between her legs. Under the smell of soap I caught a gentle whiff of clean pussy. I spread her lips, now completely exposing her pink clitty to my eyes. As if trying to cool off the burning part of the skin, I slowly blew onto the little bud. She shivered and moaned, kicking up her arse, almost hitting my mouth with her clitty. Her hands grabbed the armrests and I could see the knuckles turning white with the force of the grasp. I slipped out my tongue and gently touched the clitty. Another gasp escaped her and I placed my tongue onto the clitty. I pushed down and massaged her little bud with my tongue, pushing down harder, circling it faster. The sweet smell of her pussy drove me almost crazy and I had to mentally restrain myself from slipping my hand between my own thighs. I tasted her juices as she enjoyed the massage, meeting me with gentle pushes against my tongue. Her breathing became shallow and the thrusts against my mouth faster. It has only been a couple of minutes since I pushed her into the chair, but this little birdie was ready to fly already. I placed my lips onto her bud and started suckling roughly, knowing that this pleasure is also bringing some pain. She didn’t mind in the least. After a few seconds, her upper body shot up, her pelvis pushed against my face and I could feel the waves that rippled through her body, juices now flowing freely. She was trying not to say anything, but “Yeah, yeah,” escaped her lips. I sucked even after she stopped trembling, sucked harder, slipping my hand to the entrance of her pussy and pushing in two fingers, turning them this way and that, all the while sucking as if my life depended on it. She started thrashing again, and when I stole a glance at her face, I saw it contorting into an ugly mask of pleasure, her skin red all the way to her scalp. Again, she came full force, this time letting the scream leave her mouth in a high pitch. Her legs fell to my sides limply and her grip on the chair loosened. I licked her juices clean, wishing I could stay like that for a bit longer. 

Henry obviously had no idea what he had in her. She was either one of those few lucky, highly orgasmic birds who came at the mere site of a cock or pussy, or he just simply didn’t know what to do with her despite the fact that the slightest human touch made her go ballistic. 

I straightened up and wiped my mouth off. She remained laying on a recliner, eagle sprawled, looking less than prude that she did when I first walked in. 

“Get off the chair,” I said and watched her as she awkwardly climbed off and half-jumped, as I didn’t bother to put the chair back down. Once she stepped onto the floor, I grabbed her by the forearm and roughly pulled her to the chair that she first sat in. Henry had a full sight of both of us, me standing behind her. I carefully undid her bra and let it slip to the floor. I placed my hands on her hips and then slowly slipped them up her perfect little body to the full breasts, cupping them in my hands and giving them a slight squeeze. She sighed deeply and leaned her head onto my shoulder, making me believe that she knew that Henry was somewhere watching us. I pushed her away a little and turned the chair so that it faced the mirror, moving her in front of it.

“Lean over it,” I said and saw the fear in her eyes turning into terror. She hesitated and my hand shot out again. I missed her cheek this time and slapped her on the side of her head harder than I wanted to. She stumbled awkwardly and fell to the floor and started crying quietly. 

“GET UP!” I yelled and she hurriedly tried to do as I said. I grabbed her by the forearm, roughly pulled her up and pushed her towards the chair. “Lean over it!” I said and added, “Cunt!” 

She leaned over it, her bare arse in clear view of the mirror, her face undoubtedly caught by one of the hidden cameras. I walked over to the steel closet next to the entrance and opened it just enough to take out a couple of things. I didn’t want to open it all the way and expose all the horrors that it hid. The bird was obviously terrified enough already, no need to turn her into a mumbling idiot before it was inevitable. 

As I turned back towards her, I could see her leaning over the chair, with her hands on the seat, trying to see me through the hair that fell over her eyes. As if joking with a friend, I lifted my left hand up, giving her a full view of the gigantic strap-on, “A little bit of pleasure,” and then lifted up my right hand, showing off a small broom-like horse-hair whip, “And a little bit of pain!” I concluded. 

She bowed her head and I would bet anything that she closed her eyes in terror. I walked over to her and stood to her side, making sure that Henry and Tania had a full view of her bare arse, although I doubted Tania saw much of the action on this side of the window. She must have been deep into action; action was probably deep inside her throat. Again, the stupid need to giggle swept over me. I let the strap-on slip out of my hand and fall to the floor, still close enough for her to see it at any given moment should she choose to do so. I placed my left hand on the back of her neck and pushed down hard, making her stand still in the position she was in. I lifted up the right hand that held the whip and looked at the mirror for a moment, and then I concentrated my gaze back onto the beautiful little arse in front of me and swung as hard as I could, landing the little whip onto the whiteness of her arse. She jumped and screamed, trying to get up, but my hand held her body down. I swung again and landed the whip at the exact same spot where it had landed two seconds ago. Already, I could see the stripes that the whip hair left on her skin turning an angry red color. I kept whipping her, and she stood as she was. Every time the whip landed on the ass her upper body twitching as if to stand up, but in truth, she did not really attempt to do that, it was just a reflex. I kept whipping with all my force and counted silently. I was only going to give her twenty lashes. She seemed too fragile for anything more. 

Remembering from way back when I was still too unimportant to my clients and they were whipping me instead of the other way around, twenty lashes with the whip would make me pass out. She however, didn’t. She screamed every time the whip hit her, turning her entire ass the pinkish red canvas within seconds, but she took it all like a trooper. When I almost counted twenty lashes, the whip actually cut into her skin, making it split and her scream was even louder than before. I paused for a moment, not wanting to continue, but knew I had to. Instead of hitting her on the arse again, I lashed out on the back of her thighs, again starting to count to twenty, making them just as red within seconds. I wished she would have started begging me to stop, swearing at me, swearing at Henry or whoever she chose to, but she just screamed and I kept on hitting her. I could feel the sweat welling up on my thighs and breasts that were covered in leather, my feet ached and my pussy was as ready as it has ever been, dripping the juices onto my thighs. It has been a long time since I had gotten aroused while ‘working’. 

Finally, I let the whip drop to the floor, bending down to pick up the strap-on, and pulling her off the chair by the arm. She could barely straighten up, her breathing shallow in contrast to my heavy gasps of excitement. I pulled her behind me towards the bed, she staggered, not able to walk properly, half walking, half being dragged, moaning loudly. I pushed her onto the bed and quickly locked the handcuffs, which have been a constant accessory on her right wrist. I pushed my knee into the right arse cheek, making her climb onto the bed, climbing onto it with her and handcuffing the other hand. She grabbed the steel railing of the bed, kneeling, facing the mirror. I got off the bed and stepped into the strap-on, pulling it up like a pair of knickers, fastening it on the hip. The dildo on it was huge, 12 inches to be exact, thicker than either of our wrists. It was too heavy to stand up, it just sort of hung down. The straps that slid over my pussy lips were connected with another little strap that covered my clitty. This strap-on was my favorite when I felt in the mood for some cheap thrill. Not just for painful fucking of the customer, but for my pleasure as well.