SOMEDAY

I lay in my bed, resting after my noon swim, listening to the wind and the rain outside. Quietly drifting through my thought is the knowledge that I should be up, some task certainly awaits my attention, but for the moment I am quiet. I fall asl**p.



Suddenly I am awakened by someone roughly grabbing my right leg and tying it to the left post of the bed. I feel my right leg grabbed and I twist towards him trying to hold him back and not allow him to tie my leg. He slaps my face and shoves me back down on the bed, holding me down with his hand on my back. He pulls my arms under me and then his left knee moves to my back to hold me in place. As he pulls his belt loose from his pants, I notice he is still fully dressed.



I whimper, it does not take any great foresight to know that his belt will be used on me. I cringe what little I can in this precarious position - my hands are pinned beneath me. I wiggle to free one of them as I hear him doubling up the belt. I turn towards him and plead for leniency.



'Please, be gentle, I meant no harm, I am sorry for my error', not even knowing what I had done to anger him. He is angry, the deep scowl on his face warns me of that fact. He merely grunts and pulls his arm holding the belt back. My struggles increase and I close my eyes, not wanting to see the belt descending. '



SLAM, the burning across my upper thighs pulls a scream from my throat.



SLAM, this time across the cheeks of my ass. Once again I scream, this time following with tears and my whimpers increase. I am wiggling as hard as I can still with no success. 'Hold still' he barks. My motion stops in hopes that his will also, but to no avail - as for the third time his belt cracks across my ass. As the sting builds, he releases me and I curl up on my side trying to hide from him. My hair falls across my face obscuring it from his view. I lie there sobbing, trying not to draw his attention as he gets up from the bed. My legs are tied open and I cannot hide from him as well as I would wish; I scoot closer to the end of the bed trying to pull myself into a ball. As I hear him moving around the room I follow him with my eyes, but as he comes closer to the bed I close them. He roughly grabs my hair and pulls my head back to f***e me to look at him. As I slowly open my eyes, his hand slaps my face. My eyes close again as I await his next move.



Silence for awhile. When he pulled me up I ended up nearly on my hands and knees. My eyes are tightly closed and my body is beginning to feel very alive.



'Open your eyes, little girl' he softly purrs. I hesitate for a moment and he slaps me again. I open my eyes and look at him - his face only inches from mine seems carved from stone. I search his face for clues to his mood and find nothing. He watches me and knows my thoughts, sees my body vulnerable and available to him. I move my left hand to touch my face where he hit me and still he watches. I say nothing, not only from fear but from total lack of coherency. I can feel the throbbing of my ass, my thighs and my face where he has struck me.



I cannot explain the rush of pleasure that begins to pulse through my body. I only know it is real and sometimes can be frightening. He slowly releases my hair and moves away. I am frozen and watch him as he removes his clothing. He has left the belt on the bed beside me. My heart races I don't know if he will whip me again and then fuck me or fuck me first. It is possible he will wait until I am near orgasm and then whip me, forcing me to have an orgasm while he hurts me.



As he nears the bed, I adjust my position on the bed then freeze at his harsh look. My body is beginning to cramp from holding such an awkward position. He approaches me with two scarves. He gently turns my head away from him and places the first across my eyes.



Darkness fills me, matching the darkness I receive from the pleasure he gives me. The pain allows me to roam freely in the feeling of subservience and submission. He turns my head towards him. I open my mouth anticipating the second scarf and too late realize that I must never assume anything. He quickly slaps my face twice and watches as the hand prints appear there. 'Now you may open your mouth.' He stuffs most of the scarf in, not bothering to tie it, knowing that I would no more spit it out than untie my legs. I am utterly his now. I feel only anticipation, thinking not even the simplest of thoughts and wait for him. I am gagged and only know that I will be whipped severely.



He does like to hear me whimper and scream but would rather let my body tell him how much he has hurt me. I have very fair skin that marks and bruises easily so he has learned to know my limits by my twitches, struggles and the occasional muffled wail. I prefer to be gagged also. I do not have to concentrate on limiting the noise I make and I prefer to bite down on something rather than clench my teeth until they hurt. I merely bite down on the gag and only when I am in the deepest grips of pain are any cries wrenched from me.



My minds is drifting now, I await his next move. There is a know at the door. He pulls a blanket over me. It is the housekeeper, a sour old woman. I hear her whining and then hear him telling her I will be available at 3 to meet with her. He closes the door behind him. My body has cooled in anger and dislike of her, knowing that she would be smug at our 3 o'clock meeting.



I hear him rustling around the room opening drawers obviously searching for something. I then hear a drawer slamming and I feel the blanket pulled from my back. I am very stiff from holding still and shift just a little. He pushes me flat onto the bed, my face getting buried in the fat feather pillow he sl**ps on. It smells like him as I breath deeply, feeling my muscles relax, he grabs my hands one at a time and puts a cuff on them. I take a deep breath waiting for my neck cuff, but instead he clamps my hands together behind me across my back. For what seems like hours I hear him standing beside me, his even breaths accentuate my harsher ones. I begin to feel my body come alive as I listen to him, not knowing what will be next. Then I feel his weight settle on the bed. His hand slides along my back, down between my legs and he touches my clit, softly rubbing at first then rougher. He pulls away abruptly and my body tries to follow him. Successfully, it seems for he pushes his thumb inside me, then adds his three fingers one by one until I am pushing against him thrusting his fingers deeper into me. I moan deep in my throat and he pulls away. My body arches towards him.



It seems as though he was waiting for this movement for suddenly the belt slams into my up thrust bottom. I arch my back in response and bite hard on the gag, but do not lower myself. His hand reaches out and softly caresses the mark he left on me, my body feels alive again, aroused, excited. I feel his hand leave my skin and I involuntarily tense, awaiting the next blow I hope will follow the last. I quiver with response when the expected blow arrives. Again and again the belt finds different areas on my ass and the tops of my thighs.



My hand tied behind me protect my back from his blows, not that he normally hits me any higher than he is now. My body is on fire. I can feel the edge of my limits, the limit of pain and sensation flying towards me as he hits me harder and harder. I hear him panting now. I do not know or really even consider if he is panting from excitement or exhaustion. He stops as suddenly as he started. His hands begin caressing the criss crossed patch of welts on my body. I almost purr in response, as I feel the bed lower as he places himself behind me. I feel his erection pushing against my cunt.



It finds no resistance, easily sliding into my wetness. His hands grab me, bringing the pain back to life. His fingers dig deeper into my bruises as he begins to slam into my pussy. I am very wet, I hear him as well as feel him, the pleasure builds. I continue to push back into him, not bashful of the need he has aroused in me. I match him stroke for stroke, each slamming, pushing into the other.



He then stops pulls his cock out of me, slaps my butt twice and then pushes his fully erect cock in to my ass. I am ready for this, it is the usual finale to this marvelous act and yet as always I tense up a little. His slaps help me relax until we both feel my orgasm build. On the next stroke he gets rougher and then with each following stroke begins to build towards our mutual release. My body begins to twitch as my orgasm builds. Finally I cum and the muscles surrounding his cock contract and send him tumbling over the edge at the same time.



We collapse to the bed. He releases my hands and pulls the gag and blind from my face. We lie in bed, the quiet broken only our harsh breathing. He begins to gently caress me. I know I please him, not that he would say it to me, but afterward when he holds me like this I feel his appreciation. Or his remarks on the depth of marks or a particularly colorful bruise are his thanks to me for being silent. On rare occasions he will tell me what a good girl I was for taking so much. He is so relaxed after our sessions, so kind and gentle, it is a wonderful contrast. I turn towards him and touch him carefully, I love to feel his strength with my hands after he has demonstrated it on my body.



He begins discussing the days activities, I find out the original whipping was because he had a business meeting canceled and had nothing better to do. After he talks for a bit, he realizes my legs are still tied and gets off the bed to untie them. This is my signal that it is time to get to work, time to organize the days activities, supervise the workers and make the house run. I wait eagerly for the dark, the coming of night when we will be back in our room , away from the rest of the world and its responsibilities.



Who is this man? obviously a husband, the period could be virtually any time from the mid 1700's to the present. Although the feeling is always one where it is expected of me to be in the home, seeing to my f****y's needs, serving my husband, but something of the present fills me, the acceptance of my submission to my husband seems to be a choice rather than societies dictate. I cherish that feeling, whenever I am with someone now and feel, even for a moment, dominated and respected for being that other half. I save those moments, they find their way into my fantasies, I treasure their presence and am always seeking more. He is out there, a man who wants a submissive wife, yet understands that I can also be aggressive and challenging. I want to be not only his lady, but a woman to be used for his pleasure, a woman who deserves and wants nothing more than to be whipped and fucked - fulfilling both of our needs and releasing the tensions the world can cause.



The End
Spice 16
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3 years ago
very good
3 years ago
love it, my feelings entirely
3 years ago
love it, my feelings entirely
3 years ago
Great story