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Wicked Woman by Cherry Deveraux, spanking

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Punished The Right Way! by Cherry Deveraux D/s, spanking
She's a 'very bad girl' so David says and poor Mary has no choice but to submit to this ruthless man.

Copyright (c) 2004, All rights reserved

 “You have been a very bad girl,” he said softly, almost lovingly, caressing her back with his soft, pudgy hand.  He seemed to be nearly mesmerized by the tears in her dress that he had just put there himself with a belt, for his hand lingered over the exposed, welted flesh that showed through them and a slight smile quivered on his thin lips.  He paid no attention to the cry of pain she stifled in the rumpled bedcovers as he touched her. 

His mouth twisted up and she shut her eyes, quickly.  She knew that the vile, gloating expression that she so dreaded to see was in his eyes as he stared at her, face down on the bed. She could not afford to let him see her loathing or there would be no hope of reprieve.  She steeled herself to let her face show no pain or fear, for he only fed on those emotions and became stronger, and then the beating would last much longer.   

She was as he always liked her in these moments; down on her knees before the bed, half-reclining across it, her face pressed hard into the coverlet, her hands gripping at the material with each stroke of the belt as she tried not to cry out.   She knew that he felt immense power and pleasure as he studied her prostrate pose; she had seen it many, many times in his gloating eyes and his horrid face.  She jumped involuntarily when his hand pressed hard against her much abused back, and he laughed deep in his throat when she struggled against him.

“The more you resist, the longer I beat you,” he said.  “Now, do as I say.”  He picked up the belt and swung it a couple of times, experimentally.  The leather belt whistled as he swung it through the air.

“I’ll be better, David, I promise you!”  Mary promised wildly. 

“That’s right, you will,” David said.  “But first you will do as I ask, and then you will get a paddling, just to make sure that you remember your promise.  All of your pleading and assurances won’t do you any good here, young lady.  Now, lift up your dress and take it off..”

Mary slowly lifted the hem of her dress, her face red.  She was not wearing anything underneath, and as the coarse cotton dress slid upward, it scraped her sensitive nipples deliciously.  Her nipples stood up impudently, and she flinched when he reached out and tweaked one of them, hard. 

“Why are your nipples hard, Mary?  Have you been letting someone touch you there?  I could see your breasts bouncing around underneath your clothing, and your little nipples are as hard as rocks.  It makes you look like a slut.  And you have no drawers on, and I’m going to punish you for that,” he said implacably.  “Kneel back down and put your chest on the bed. I’m going to make you leave it off while I spank you.  I have told you and told you to dress decently.  You deserve to be humiliated.  You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat, and I’m going to treat you like one.”

“I haven’t been letting anyone touch me!” she cried out.  “Honestly, I haven’t, David!”

“I don’t believe you,” he said hardly.  “Now do what I said, Mary.”

When Mary hesitated, he slammed the belt down onto the desk beside the bed, his face thunderous.  Mary jumped at the loud sound and did as he said, throwing pleading looks at him while she dropped the dress onto the floor.  He ignored the looks, giving her a grim look. Once her chest was on the bed, he flattened his hand on the small of her back, holding her down firmly.

“What are you doing?” she cried, and started to get up. 

“Be quiet!” he ordered, and swung the belt so that it hit her bottom dead center. 

It stung, a lot, and Mary yelled.  He held her down with his hand and swung it again.

“You’ve been bouncing those tits all over the town,” he said as he hit her with the belt again.  “It shouldn’t bother you to show them now.  Stick that bottom up in the air for me.  Way up.  You’re going to get punished the right way.”

Mary lifted her ass higher in the air for him, sniffling.  The blows fell, fast and furious, and Mary struggled against his hand, but he was too strong for her. 

“I was only going to give you ten licks, but I’ve lost count,” he said in an amused little voice above her.  “I’ll have to start over again.  You keep track for me, young lady.  Every time the belt falls on your behind, count the stroke.”

Smack!

“One,” Mary said in a little tear-filled voice. 

“Are you crying, young lady?  I’ll give you something to cry about, and it’s about time that somebody did.”

The belt fell again, so hard that it pushed her forward on the bed, rubbing her breasts across the slick surface.  Then before she could even catch her breath, it fell again.

“Two, three,” she cried out.  Her buttocks were burning from the strength of his strokes, and each lick from the belt was just a little harder.  The belt rose and fell and she counted each stroke with a little shriek, coming with relief to number ten.  The belt had set her afire from the center of her buttocks to the tops of her thighs, and she felt the warmth spreading between her legs.

“Now you’re going to get more, for all the struggling you did.  Because of that, I didn’t hit you as hard as I could have.  Hold very still, or I’ll add more to the count.”

“No,” Mary moaned.  “Please, David.”

He pulled back and slammed the belt into her, and Mary hung on tightly to the blanket on the bed, trying to keep still.  Then he did it again, and she burst into real tears, sobbing uncontrollably.  He did it once more, then again for good measure and stopped, satisfied.  The round globes of her buttocks were glowing such a bright red that they looked as if they were afire.

     “I want you to think about this every time you start to misbehave, young lady.”

“I’ll behave now,” Mary sobbed as he helped her to her feet.

“Oh, Mary, I love to look at you this way.  I will always carry this picture in my mind, the way you look with my marks on your body.”  His tone turned suddenly vicious, and he jerked her head up by her long brown hair and stared into her frightened green eyes.  “You are mine, do you understand?  Mine!”  He shook her by the long tresses.

“Yes, David,” she cried in a tearful voice.  “I am yours, I promise!  I am only yours!”

He slapped her hard, and despite herself, tears spilled out of her glittering eyes to roll down her face.  “You would be on the street if not for me.  When your parents died, you had nowhere to go.  Your father was a fool, and now you are paying the price.”  Mary bit her lip to keep back the words that so wanted to come out.

“Who else would have taken you?  You should be grateful that I took you in, that I was willing to take in such a wicked, wicked girl.”  He reached down and grasped her shoulder in a cruel hand, shaking her hard.  “Instead, you flaunt yourself at every man who comes near, twitch at every man who comes in contact with you, even the stable boy!  I saw you flirt with him, I saw you smile and try to entice him!”

“No, David,” she cried.  “He just carried the packages into the kitchen, and I said thank you!  He is just a boy!”  Her tone became cajoling.  “I do not even know his name.  He is not a man like you, David.  He does not know anything, and I do not want him, David, only you.” 

Underneath the sweet tone of her voice trembled a note of desperation, and she knew, despairingly, that he had heard it when he laughed under his breath.  He tipped her chin up and she tried hard to smile winsomely at him, but she could feel it wobble around the edges.

“A boy, eh?”  He sounded amused.  “He is twenty, a year older than you, my sweet young thing.  But I see what you are doing, m’dear.  You want to make up for your continual disobedience, do you not?  Have I not taught you the consequences of your actions yet?  Will you remember this punishment the next time that you are tempted by your base woman’s nature to flirt and beguile some poor, innocent boy?”

She nodded slowly and tried to hold the bright smile in place, glad at least that he would not now go and attack the poor stable boy.  This time, he had made it all her fault, and she did not have to watch while he hurt some poor unsuspecting innocent because of her carelessness.

“I have been quite gentle this time, have not I, my love?  You are not even bleeding.  Well, why not?  Everyone knows that I dote upon you.  Pussy-whipped, they say.  Married a girl half his age, they all say, and I do whatever you want.”  He squeezed her shoulder harder and she tried not to wince with the pain of it.  “But we know the truth, don’t we, my dear?  I am the master in this house, not you, and you will do whatever I want.  Your tricks do not work on me, no matter how bewitching I might find them at times.”

He slapped the doubled leather belt rhythmically in his hand, and her eyes followed it without volition.  His expression became suddenly expansive, and she knew then that the worst of the beating was over.  The relief that she felt was so intense, she felt dizzy with it. 

“You belong only to me.  You must remember that.  I am your master and I command your complete and total obedience.”

“Yes, of course, David,” she cried, the lie souring in her mouth as she spoke it, her hatred of him nearly choking her.  “It is only you that I care about.” 

“I am the only man who will reap the benefit of your weak nature.  After all, I own you, do I not, my sweet Mary?  And I think that I will take advantage of your weakness now, my dear.  I know, no matter how much you struggle and deny it, that your sweet little pussy is wet for me, right now.” 

His tone had become gloating again, and she could not stand it anymore.  One day I will escape, she vowed to herself while he ran his hands over her back, her skin shrinking from his alternately caressing, pinching fingers.  She could hear him breathing behind her, feel the hot, fetid fumes on the back of her neck as he leaned over her.  She waited, tensed, for the blows to begin again, for he was ever changeable and might decide to hit her again on a whim.  When they did not fall, she nearly wept with relief. 

“Stand up and bend over the bed.  Brace yourself with your hands and spread your legs,” he said roughly.

A throbbing began between her legs as she did as she was bid, and Mary flushed bright red with humiliation and anger.  She was angry both with him and with herself.  Why, why did she feel like this after he had spanked her?  He did it again and again, at the least provocation, and every time, her reaction was the same.  Sometimes, shamefully, she did things that she knew he would spank her for, just so that she could feel the kiss of the belt on her bare bottom, just so that she could couple with him afterwards.

She was dripping wet with desire, panting for him to fuck her, even though she hated him.  She threw back her head and grunted when he entered her forcefully, holding her by the hair at the back of her neck.

“Little slut,” he laughed, and began to pump hard inside her, making her breasts bounce as he pounded himself into her.  When he reached roughly between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, Mary screamed out as she felt the hot feeling begin to rise up through her body.  She thrust back against him while he rubbed her harder.  But even as she felt the orgasm begin to rage through her body, she was thinking how to escape him. 

One day when he watches me not, I will run and never come back.  I will go far, far away and no one can ever make me come back.