Sunday, February 22, 2009


I was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and nice T top, with a bikini underneath. It was three days after the wedding, and the first time I had been clothed. He allowed me to dress so we could go out to lunch together, and walk the beach.

He fondled my ass as we entered the restaurant and I brushed his hand away, embarrassed that others would see. We were seated by large bay windows overlooking the sand. A beautiful view made the lunch a delight.

Afterward, we walked down to the beach and I took my shoes off and waded in to the water. My pants were getting wet, so I took them off as well, and then splashed Jason as he followed me into the water's edge. I laughed and ran as he shook the water off and ran after me.

"Let's go back, it is getting cold out here," Jason looked a little unhappy, but I had been stuck in the room for three days, unable to leave without clothes.

"Awww... I want to play for a while... " I splashed him again, and ran further down the shoreline.

He chased, and when we stopped together, breathless, he said rather sternly, "Siobhan, its time to go back. I have some work to do and its cold."

"Honey, this is our honeymoon, I want to relax out on the beach for a while."

"Siobhan, it is time to go back."

"Well, let's walk back slowly, then," I took his hand and we walked together.

He was horny, I could tell the way his hand kept roaming to my ass, and he nuzzled my neck. His fingers slid under the edge of my bikini bottom for a moment, and I brushed his hand away again, embarrassed of what others might think.

When we arrived at the room, Jason took me by the arm and guided me to the window. "Remove your clothes," he ordered. I was in full view of the open window, and hesitated a moment. "You need a lesson," he stated in a matter of fact way. His hand reached out and leaned me against the window. The other hand grabbed my bikini bottom, and pulled it off.

I was naked from the waist down, though while I was facing out the window, it would be difficult for passing people to see my bottom half. My hands leaned against the window sill.

With a sudden, unexpected *WHACK* his bare hand slapped my ass, hard. It stung badly, and the abrupt pain brought tears to my eyes.

I was ready for the second spank, which was harder than the first. The impact pushed me forward toward the window, my forehead pressed against the glass and I gasped from the pain.

"Oh, god, Jason... please..."

"Please what, dear? You didn't say please when we were at the restaurant, or on the beach. I think you need to learn manners."

*SLAP* his hand struck my ass again...

"Oh my god..." I gasped, I had not realized how painful a spanking could be.

My hands braced against the window sill, and I looked out at the lawn and walkway a few yards away. It felt so eerie, leaning against the window, looking out, taking a stinging slap of a spanking as people walked by on the walkway. The spanking continued, and I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out and calling attention to my plight. Striking in the same place, over and over again, the stinging pain increased until I was moaning and begged once again for mercy.

In answer, Jason spread my legs and exposed my pussy. He fondled it for a bit, playing with the folds of my labia and working me up until I was quite wet. When he felt I was ready, his fingers probed deeply.

Couples strolled outside the window, and I was humiliated, watching them as I leaned over and Jason probed me with his fingers. And yet... I was so aroused. If they looked over, they would see me looking out the window, but as long as I retained my composure they might not know what was being done to me. I was soaking wet, and felt the excitement of possible discovery, and it made me want to come, to orgasm for myself and Jason.

Moments later Jason pulled out his cock and slid it into my body, deep and quick. I felt it slide in all the way, his hips pressing against my burning ass, thrusting until I felt his cock pressing up against my insides. At the same time I saw a young couple walking outside, and they glanced over. Knowing they were watching me get fucked in the window almost made me cum right then.

Jason thrust, sliding out almost all the way and then shoving in hard, impaling me. He was large enough that it hurt when he thrust that hard, and he was thrusting as hard as he could. I found myself pushing against the glass, a glazed look covering my face, grunting involuntarily from the impalement of his cock.

His hands reached up, and pulled off my T, leaving me wearing just my bikini top. He slid his hands back down, and wrapped around my stomach to hold me tightly in place as he drove in to me. His cock was rock hard inside me, contracting with each thrust, and my hips were moving with him. The fucking hurt, but I wanted to cum so badly.

Before I could cum, he moaned and cried out "Oh... ffffuuuckkk," and shoved in all the way. His cock convulsed and he ejaculated deep inside my cunt.

I watched a middle aged couple walk by as he pulled me back so he could thrust once again into me from behind until he had unloaded a huge amount of semen. When he was done I continued standing obediently at the window, leaning over with my hands on the window sill. My legs were still spread.

Obediently, I stayed in that position while he rested a moment. But when he was ready...

He was naked, and had taken his belt out of his pants. At the sight of it I cried, and begged, "Please, Jason, there is no need, I don't deserve..."

"Shut up, bitch. You need this. You are mine, and deserve nothing but what I give you." The belt swung back and cut across my ass. I yelped with pain as the leather stroke cut my already reddened flesh, and I could not help but try to wriggle away.

"Stay still bitch. Don't make me tie you up." I stayed as still as I could, but the belt lashed across my ass again and made me cry out. The next stroke slid under my spread legs and licked my pussy. I almost screamed, and begged him to stop. He ignored me, and the whip stroked my pussy several more times, each time making me grunt with agony. The pain seemed like fire, and seemed to be penetrating inside me with each stroke. My cries came in sobs, gasping sobs as I felt like the entire lower half of my body was burning. When I begged him to stop, it seemed to just make him strike me harder.

Finally, the belt was tossed on the floor. He stood to my side, where I was next to the window. I could see he was completely naked as he leaned down to kiss my lips slightly. The kiss flooded me with a good feeling that contrasted horribly with the pain that was still burning throughout my lower body.

He moved back behind me, and I could feel his renewed erection pressing against my ass. His hands moved up to my breasts, and fondled them through the material of my bikini top, the one last item of clothing I had left.

Staring out the window I saw two couples walking past. They looked over and saw me leaning against the window. Their faces were curious, for I must have been a mess, with the tears streaking my face and my hair mussed from Jason's rough treatment. And Jason took that opportunity to begin removing my top.

"PLEASE! No! Jason, you can't! People will see me! It is the one piece of dignity left me, please don't strip me completely. Not here, not like this!"

In response, Jason thrust his cock deep inside my ass, spreading my sensitive anus painfully wide. At the same moment he yanked my top off and my breasts hung down for all to see. I could no longer look up at the couples that were staring from outside, and hung my head, allowing my long hair to cover my face as I sobbed in humiliation.

I braced myself, and took Jason's huge cock in my ass. It felt... so strange, painful and yet erotic, humiliating and yet arousing. His cock inside my ass was the worst pain yet. Not as bad as the belt, but there was a quality of invasion... he was entering and invading my body in any way he chose.

His hands moved across my thighs and stroked up their inside until they reached my wet pussy. He played with my clit, and slid one finger inside my pussy. I could feel the finger pressing through the flesh inside me against his cock in my rectum, and his fingers were stimulating my clit and arousing me. The feeling was obscene, the pain of his cock stretching and plunging in my ass, together with his hands stimulating my clit. The pain would keep me from coming, but it was a close call... I was near to it, in spite of my sobbing and crying.

I had stopped begging for mercy, for it seemed to simply drive him on. His hands slid up from my pussy, and I could feel the wetness on them spread across my stomach. My wetness, my arousal, from his fingers across my flesh. His hands reached my breasts and pinched my tits, hard. It should have hurt, but somehow, it didn't. Or perhaps it did, but the pain was just part of the experience that I was enjoying in a massively perverted way.

I gasped and raised my head. The two couples were just walking away, whispering and talking excitedly and looking back at the window where they could see my humiliation, pain and arousal. I lowered my head again, just as Jason's cock pulsed and I felt a warm feeling; a huge ejaculation left more cum inside my ass.

When he pulled out, I collapsed on the floor, crying just a little. He was breathing hard, having come twice, hard. At his order, I rolled over on to my back, pulled my knees up and spread my legs wide. He inspected me.

" As I thought. You are leaking all over. This is so unacceptable."

He slapped my face, and the suddenness of the sting brought fresh tears to my face.

"Please, Jason... I don't deserve this..."

"Shut up. I decide what you deserve. From now on, when I come inside you, you are to keep it inside unless you request and receive permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But... "

"I see... you need help and maybe a reminder. Fine."

Jason left, and moved to the other room for a moment. When he returned, he had one of the candles we had brought for romantic evening dinners in the room. It was lit. He held the candle above me for a little while, letting it burn and melt the wax. And then, slowly... ever so slowly... he tipped it over.

The hot wax streamed down and hit my pussy. I yelped, almost screamed, at the burning sensation on my abused genitals. The wax started to cover and burn my outer and inner labia, gathering more and more.

"Knees up, further, and spread them wider!" His demand was simple and stated in a tone that accepted no disobedience. I raised my knees to my breasts, and spread my legs a little further. The hot wax slowly dripped, each chunk landing in a new spot, burning new flesh, sealing my openings.

After a bit my pussy was completely covered with wax and the heat was dissipating, though the flesh under it was still raw and tender. The drops of wax moved to my ass, and began sealing my asshole. I was miserable, the burning on my ass was almost too much to take, but I managed to hold my knees high and patiently wait for his sealant to take hold. I would not be leaking any more of his cum tonight.

When he was done, the fire that burned between my legs began to feel some better. I was sore enough that it would take several days to recover, but the worst was over, I was convinced. I had stopped crying and put my legs down when he said it was permitted.

"Dearest Siobhan... I guess you have learned your lesson."

I nodded silently, my eyes big and round as I looked at him.

"Tell me. What are you?"

"I am your bitch," I knew the answer and said it with my eyes cast down.

"Good. Now, I think I shall rest." He sat in the armchair and motioned for me to come to him. I kneeled at his feet. He looked at me for a moment, and then pulled my head in. His cock was hard again and slipped in to my mouth. It slowly went deeper, and deeper. When it reached the back of my tongue and began entering my throat, I gagged. He enjoyed the pressure the gagging exerted on his cock, but I also had withdrawn to try to breathe.

He pulled his cock out and slapped my face, hard. I felt a little dizzy and my cheek burned from the impact. He positioned my head again, and slipped his cock in.

Two more times I gagged, he pulled out and slapped my face hard. My jaw hurt and the skin on my cheek was on fire when I opened wide and he inserted once again.

This time I took his entire length and managed to get it all the way down my throat. It remained there. I remained kneeling, with his cock embedded in my face all the way to where his balls pressed against my chin. I wanted to gag so badly, and did just a little, but managed to keep it in. Breathing was very hard, and I just managed a little.

He pulled out after a minute or so, and I gasped for air. Another stinging slap and his cock went down my throat again. I was getting better at this, keeping his cock down without gagging, and not needing to breathe so much. This continued for almost half an hour, and my face was beginning to feel like the skin would peel off from his slapping it. I felt like I had no more tears, and was just concentrating on keeping the cock in my throat as deep as I could for as long as I could.

Abruptly he grabbed the back of my head, shoved me against him as hard as he could. His cock actually went a little deeper down my throat as it became very hard and I felt it jerk, swelling and pressing against the sides. I swallowed instinctively, and moments later felt the spray of semen fill my throat. I kept swallowing as he dumped another huge load inside of me.

When he was done, he lay exhausted on the chair. Totally satiated, I lay my head on his lap, and he stroked my hair gently.

That night, we slept together in the same bed, legs intertwined and arms around each other, our naked bodies pressed together. I slept better than I had in years.

I was his bitch, and it felt good.


  1. Thank you for letting me read your fantasy stories every time.

  2. I hope this is real and not a fantasy. It would be great to know people really live in this manner

  3. this story makes me so horny. Every time I read it can't help but put my hands down my pants and fuck my cunt until I cum.

  4. agreed with slavejeff

  5. Lady this is abuse...get the hell out of there.

    1. Wow I love you're writing style... but on your honeymoon, that must be hard! \