Just a little creative writing…part one

It started with a touch on the nape of my neck; his fingertips warm and slightly calloused as he caressed me. I smiled down at my book as I tucked my chin down and leaned back enjoying the small circles he drew across my skin. With my eyes closed I was unprepared when he slid his fingers up into my hair and grasped a handful tightly, jerking my head back and to one side. I gasped as I felt his breath hot on my ear and the side of my neck. “You are mine.” He whispered just before his teeth closed over my pulse and sunk in to leave a perfect ring of marks behind.

My book fell, forgotten as he wrenched at my hair and pulled me to my feet. His free arm crushed me to his chest as he kissed me forcefully, his tongue plundering my mouth and leaving me breathless. I barely had time to react before he shoved me back down to my knees and then further. His hand released my hair as I knelt there with my knees apart and my face to the floor. My heart pounded as he walked away and left me there imagining all the torments and delights he might have planned.

There was no way to measure how long he left me there measuring the seconds with my breaths. It was forever before I heard his footsteps returning, and I tensed as he knelt at my side. “Push your ass up higher.” His voice was a low growl that brought shivers and goose bumps down my arms while I braced myself and lifted my ass up and spread my knees. There’s really no way to truly describe the sense of vulnerability that position can bring. Completely open, with arms stretched out and no way to shield myself I could already feel dampness between my thighs and my nipples tightening into small hard knots.

His finger abruptly plunged into me roughly and he laughed. “Already wet I see.” The finger withdrew before I could do more than moan, and his open palm slapped harshly into my upturned ass. I yelped a little and arched my back into the second blow. Steady and methodical the blows kept coming, shaking me and bringing up a stinging heat in my ass and the backs of my thighs.

As suddenly as they started, the blows stopped. I sighed and reveled in the warmth left behind while he stood up and took a few steps away. I tensed in anticipation of what would come next, but the loud crack of a whip still took me completely by surprise. I heard him chuckle softly as I yelped at the noise, and then he swung again to land a light strike on the back of my thigh. The whip continued to swing striking my ass cheeks and my thighs; from time to time he’d swing it wide so the cracker would give a loud report to make me jump and squeal. The pain from was intense, and I felt as if each strike cut me to the bone. After a while I had to struggle just to stay still and was sobbing, begging for mercy.

When it finally stopped and I relaxed he strode forward and seized my hair again to pull me up. I thought I might have a reprieve but he merely held my face up to lovingly lick the tears that ran down my cheeks. Dropping the whip he propelled me forward down the hall. I couldn’t hold myself up and would have fallen if not for his hand securely holding me up by my hair. It started to hurt more and more, and without thinking I reached up to try to gain some relief from the pull. Instantly he stopped and shoved my hands away before slapping my face sharply. “I’ll do as I please, and you aren’t to try to stop me. Do you understand?” I nodded mutely, more tears starting to flow and a sob choking my throat. He shook my head hard. “Answer me!”

A loud sob escaped before I could cry, “Yes Sir!” He grabbed my wrists in his free hand and walked me the length of the hall to the bedroom. As we reached the door he shoved me violently onto the bed and left me there sobbing while he closed the door. His hands removed his belt as he said; “Now we’ll see what a slut like you is really good for.”

Part two coming soon…..

~ by switchynina on October 7, 2008.