Treating my Slut Exactly How She Deserves

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I enter the bedroom to find her on the bed but under the covers naked – she has her glasses on and is reading her book; well, looks like she is reading her book as she knows now what to expect: abuse.

I take my clothes off and place them in the linen basket – she'll be washing them in due course, it's her duty and she does it well, which is fortunate for her because the cane can really 'educate'.

I lie down next to her – she is breathing heavily and seems a tad nervous - as she should.

'Hand me your glasses and book, you slut.'

She complies with my request and I place them on the bedside table then turn to face her.

'You're my dirty little slut and the only language a slut understands is pain; the only thing a slut can expect is abuse - and I'm going to really hurt you now,' I hiss out through gritted teeth just inches away from her face.

I throw the covers off exposing her naked - and do I detect trembling? - vulnerable body.

I pull her over roughly close to me – my erection is swelling – and hold her tight so she can't twist away.

I rake down hard with nails along her freckly back – it is my intention to draw blood – and feel her tense with the pain.

'You're a dirty slut and all you fantasise about all day is being fucked - admit it!'

'Y-Yes, I d-do,' she confesses breathlessly.

I slap her hard on both cheeks. 'You dirty, dirty slut with your filthy thoughts,I'm going to have to punish you even harder!'

I manhandle her so that she is face down on the mattress and smack each of her buttocks as hard as I can in turn, the sound of the impact resounding off the walls - fuck it if the neighbours can hear: a lesson for a slut is a lesson for us all.

I spank her buttocks five or six times – each times she cries out and twists her torso; but to no avail; my grip is too strong.

I claw down the pale flesh of her back, again raising angry and scarlet weals. With gratification I observe pinpricks of blood, the slut's blood.

'Are you still thinking dirty and sinful thoughts, you fucking little slut!' I shout.

'NO, NO!'

'LIAR!!!'

I slap her face, two, three, four times, her eyes blinking shut instinctively with each stunning blow.

'You're a dirty, filthy slut and all you are good for is being a receptacle for spunk, admit it… SLUT!!!!'

'Y-Yes, I admit it.'

'And whose slut are you?'

'Yours… and only yours… forever… to be punished… to be abused… to be fucked… whenever you want.'

I grab hold of her left arm, force it behind her head then bring my right hand down to her freshly shaved cunt.

I press my three longest fingers firmly upon her engorged clitoris and circle round with increasing rapidity – she commences to moan and I feel her muscles tauten.

'I'm going to make you come now, whether you like it or not.'

'I mustn't, I'm dirty!'

'Think only of me, kneeling down at my feet worshipping me, sucking my dick, fulfilling my every whim—'

Her back arches and she screams out: 'OOOOOOOH…. MY GOD!'

And then as swiftly she slumps down onto the bed, spent, totally and absolutely spent.

We both laugh and laugh.

'We're growing old pretty disgracefully aren't we? Do you think he heard downstairs?' She smiles.

'We certainly are. Good wasn't it? And I don't give a fuck if he did hear, he watches too much telly as it is, make a change for him. So, time for me to fuck you now, you slut.'

She grins in that impish way of hers then rolls compliantly on her back. My turn now…


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