Sam lands herself in deep trouble......again!
Sam called me from work on a Friday to say that one of the A&M artists had charted at no.1 and they were having celebration drinks after work, and would it be ok if she stayed, we had planned to go out, but as she had been so well behaved recently I said yes that was fine, we could go out over the weekend instead.
Around 11.30 I heard a noise in the garden, I went to look through the window, but couldn’t see anyone, then the doorbell rang, I went to answer it, and could see Sam leaning on the front door though the glass, I opened the door, and she almost fell into the hallway, blurting out something about no keys, I grabbed her under her arms, and tried to get her inside, as I walked her in she put her hand over her mouth and tried to run to the bathroom, but didn’t make it and was sick in the hall before crouching over the loo throwing up whilst I held her hair back from her face.
Eventually she stopped vomiting and I helped her into the bedroom, undressed her, managed to get a t shirt on her and lay her on her side with a washing up bowl on the floor, then the doorbell rang again, the taxi driver that brought her home had found her bag in the back of the car, but wanted a fare for driving back, which I had to pay him, then had to clean up the hallway, I finally got to bed around 1.30, but spent most of the night awake watching her in case she was sick again, though she was totally dead to the world.
I woke up about 10, and she was still passed out, I made some coffee and breakfast for myself, then started to clean up the floor a bit better as it smelt horrible. Once I’d done that I took some water though to her, eventually woke her and made her drink some, she took some sips before going back to sleep.
I was pretty knackered myself, so after a sandwich for lunch I lay on the sofa and dozed off for a few hours, eventually Sam came through in her dressing gown looking terrible and sat beside me waking me up, she stroked my face and started to tell me she was really sorry and thanks for looking after her, I told her to go and have a shower as she smelt disgusting and then we would discuss it.
she came back through after her shower looking very sheepish, and tried to sit on my knee, I pushed her off and demanded to know why she had come home in such a state, she said “ I don’t know what happened, we had champagne then Tequila shots, and someone gave me a joint, then I don’t really remember after that, did I get home in a taxi?”
I was now fucking furious with her, I don’t mind alcohol but not d**gs of any kind, I explained to her the state she was in, that she’d lost her bag, fallen over in the garden and hurt herself, vomited in the hall, and potentially put herself in danger on her way home, i told her that she could go to bed and sleep her hangover off but that tomorrow she would be severely punished as she had not learnt her lesson from the last time she had punished for the same thing, her eyes welled up, and she said “ i am really really sorry” i told her she would find out how sorry she was tomorrow and to get out of my sight.
The next morning I had arranged to go on a bike ride with some mates, and thought Sam could simmer over her upcoming punishment for a few hours, I got back after lunch and she was sitting in the lounge in a chair looking at a magazine, but not really reading it as she knew what was coming!
I sat on the sofa and told her to get up and come over to me, then told her to strip, she took her jeans, top and bra off, I told her knickers off as well, as this was going to be a proper punishment spanking.
I told her to get over my lap, then explained that she was going to get a hard hand spanking followed by 20 with both paddles, 20 with the hairbrush and 10 with the ruler, then I would consider whether she need more punishment, and gave her a pillow saying she would need this to sob into.
she took the hand spanking very well, crying out occasionally when I hit a sore spot, when I was satisfied that her bum was thoroughly reddened I told her to get up and stood her facing the wall whilst i fetched the paddles and ruler.
I threw her back over my lap, put the implements in front of her and told her to choose one and pass it to me, the heart paddle had never been used so hard! She was screaming after 10 and sobbing after 20.
next was the leather paddle, her sobbing and kicking was now up another level, she was beating the arm of the sofa with her fists as each stroke landed and pleading with me how sorry she was.
the hairbrush caused just as much sobbing and begging me to forgive her, her bum looked really sore by now, I hoped she was finally learning a lesson.
I told her to get up, and stood in front of her and wiped her tears away, and told her she would need to bend over for the ruler, she welled up again, so I told her “lets get it over with”
she bent over, quietly sobbing, until the first stroke landed, she howled and buckled over, I got her back into position and knelt down to spread her legs further, and noticed her pussy lips were wet.
the next 9 were harder, and I could see she was struggling to take it, her bum was crimson and I could see tears dripping from her eyes.
I put the ruler down and told her to stand up, she hugged me and said “I’m so so sorry, I wont ever do it again, I told her that I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t and i was taking her though to the bedroom, I think she thought I was going to fuck her, but unknown to her I had been to a sex shop in Soho and bought a cane and riding crop with a heart on the end.
I put 2 pillows on the bed and told her to lie over them, then got the cane out of the tube in my wardrobe, I showed it to her and said that I hoped I wouldn’t ever need to use this on her but she was going to get 6 strokes as she needed it.
she was crying before the first stroke landed, but howling when it did, the crisp red line across her cheeks came out immediately, the next 5 were incredibly painful for her, I’d never heard her scream and cry so hard.
once she’d taken her strokes I put her hands on her head and told her she needed to stay in that position for an hour to think about her behaviour and punishment and how she needed to improve.
i left our bedroom, but left the door open, some time later I heard a muffled moan, looked into our room, and she was still in position, but with her legs spread and was fingering herself, I shouted out “ what the fuck are you doing, I told you to stay in position, you just can’t fucking help yourself can you, you don’t take anything I tell you to do seriously, She blurted out “I’m sorry, my bum is really sore, I just wanted to make me feel better,sorry”
I told her to turn over and spread her legs, got the leather paddle and told she was getting a pussy spanking, and gave her 5 on her pussy mound, then another 5 on her labia, these had her howling and trying to close her legs after each stroke, once her pussy was red and sore I told her to turn over as she was getting 3 more strokes from the cane, she sobbed “no please, i cant take it, please please don’t “
I got her in position and gave her 3 firm strokes which gave her some nice red welts on her cheeks and lots of tears and sobbing.
once she had composed herself I told her she was having some more contemplation time, but as she couldn’t be trusted to behave i tied her wrists to the headboard and told her she was getting the buttplug put in, lubed her up and pushed it straight in which made her scream out.
I left her for an hour, then went though and asked her if she had learnt her lesson, she said “yes I have, I really am sorry, i wont ever do it again” I told her just to make sure I was going to take the butt plug out and fuck her arse, she started crying again and said, Please don’t, cant you fuck my pussy instead, I’m so sore already”
i lubed my cock up, pulled out the butt plug and eased my cock in and out whilst she screamed the house down, making sure I slapped against her sore cheeks with each thrust until I pulled out , came over her red arse and rubbed it in.
part 2 to follow
Around 11.30 I heard a noise in the garden, I went to look through the window, but couldn’t see anyone, then the doorbell rang, I went to answer it, and could see Sam leaning on the front door though the glass, I opened the door, and she almost fell into the hallway, blurting out something about no keys, I grabbed her under her arms, and tried to get her inside, as I walked her in she put her hand over her mouth and tried to run to the bathroom, but didn’t make it and was sick in the hall before crouching over the loo throwing up whilst I held her hair back from her face.
Eventually she stopped vomiting and I helped her into the bedroom, undressed her, managed to get a t shirt on her and lay her on her side with a washing up bowl on the floor, then the doorbell rang again, the taxi driver that brought her home had found her bag in the back of the car, but wanted a fare for driving back, which I had to pay him, then had to clean up the hallway, I finally got to bed around 1.30, but spent most of the night awake watching her in case she was sick again, though she was totally dead to the world.
I woke up about 10, and she was still passed out, I made some coffee and breakfast for myself, then started to clean up the floor a bit better as it smelt horrible. Once I’d done that I took some water though to her, eventually woke her and made her drink some, she took some sips before going back to sleep.
I was pretty knackered myself, so after a sandwich for lunch I lay on the sofa and dozed off for a few hours, eventually Sam came through in her dressing gown looking terrible and sat beside me waking me up, she stroked my face and started to tell me she was really sorry and thanks for looking after her, I told her to go and have a shower as she smelt disgusting and then we would discuss it.
she came back through after her shower looking very sheepish, and tried to sit on my knee, I pushed her off and demanded to know why she had come home in such a state, she said “ I don’t know what happened, we had champagne then Tequila shots, and someone gave me a joint, then I don’t really remember after that, did I get home in a taxi?”
I was now fucking furious with her, I don’t mind alcohol but not d**gs of any kind, I explained to her the state she was in, that she’d lost her bag, fallen over in the garden and hurt herself, vomited in the hall, and potentially put herself in danger on her way home, i told her that she could go to bed and sleep her hangover off but that tomorrow she would be severely punished as she had not learnt her lesson from the last time she had punished for the same thing, her eyes welled up, and she said “ i am really really sorry” i told her she would find out how sorry she was tomorrow and to get out of my sight.
The next morning I had arranged to go on a bike ride with some mates, and thought Sam could simmer over her upcoming punishment for a few hours, I got back after lunch and she was sitting in the lounge in a chair looking at a magazine, but not really reading it as she knew what was coming!
I sat on the sofa and told her to get up and come over to me, then told her to strip, she took her jeans, top and bra off, I told her knickers off as well, as this was going to be a proper punishment spanking.
I told her to get over my lap, then explained that she was going to get a hard hand spanking followed by 20 with both paddles, 20 with the hairbrush and 10 with the ruler, then I would consider whether she need more punishment, and gave her a pillow saying she would need this to sob into.
she took the hand spanking very well, crying out occasionally when I hit a sore spot, when I was satisfied that her bum was thoroughly reddened I told her to get up and stood her facing the wall whilst i fetched the paddles and ruler.
I threw her back over my lap, put the implements in front of her and told her to choose one and pass it to me, the heart paddle had never been used so hard! She was screaming after 10 and sobbing after 20.
next was the leather paddle, her sobbing and kicking was now up another level, she was beating the arm of the sofa with her fists as each stroke landed and pleading with me how sorry she was.
the hairbrush caused just as much sobbing and begging me to forgive her, her bum looked really sore by now, I hoped she was finally learning a lesson.
I told her to get up, and stood in front of her and wiped her tears away, and told her she would need to bend over for the ruler, she welled up again, so I told her “lets get it over with”
she bent over, quietly sobbing, until the first stroke landed, she howled and buckled over, I got her back into position and knelt down to spread her legs further, and noticed her pussy lips were wet.
the next 9 were harder, and I could see she was struggling to take it, her bum was crimson and I could see tears dripping from her eyes.
I put the ruler down and told her to stand up, she hugged me and said “I’m so so sorry, I wont ever do it again, I told her that I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t and i was taking her though to the bedroom, I think she thought I was going to fuck her, but unknown to her I had been to a sex shop in Soho and bought a cane and riding crop with a heart on the end.
I put 2 pillows on the bed and told her to lie over them, then got the cane out of the tube in my wardrobe, I showed it to her and said that I hoped I wouldn’t ever need to use this on her but she was going to get 6 strokes as she needed it.
she was crying before the first stroke landed, but howling when it did, the crisp red line across her cheeks came out immediately, the next 5 were incredibly painful for her, I’d never heard her scream and cry so hard.
once she’d taken her strokes I put her hands on her head and told her she needed to stay in that position for an hour to think about her behaviour and punishment and how she needed to improve.
i left our bedroom, but left the door open, some time later I heard a muffled moan, looked into our room, and she was still in position, but with her legs spread and was fingering herself, I shouted out “ what the fuck are you doing, I told you to stay in position, you just can’t fucking help yourself can you, you don’t take anything I tell you to do seriously, She blurted out “I’m sorry, my bum is really sore, I just wanted to make me feel better,sorry”
I told her to turn over and spread her legs, got the leather paddle and told she was getting a pussy spanking, and gave her 5 on her pussy mound, then another 5 on her labia, these had her howling and trying to close her legs after each stroke, once her pussy was red and sore I told her to turn over as she was getting 3 more strokes from the cane, she sobbed “no please, i cant take it, please please don’t “
I got her in position and gave her 3 firm strokes which gave her some nice red welts on her cheeks and lots of tears and sobbing.
once she had composed herself I told her she was having some more contemplation time, but as she couldn’t be trusted to behave i tied her wrists to the headboard and told her she was getting the buttplug put in, lubed her up and pushed it straight in which made her scream out.
I left her for an hour, then went though and asked her if she had learnt her lesson, she said “yes I have, I really am sorry, i wont ever do it again” I told her just to make sure I was going to take the butt plug out and fuck her arse, she started crying again and said, Please don’t, cant you fuck my pussy instead, I’m so sore already”
i lubed my cock up, pulled out the butt plug and eased my cock in and out whilst she screamed the house down, making sure I slapped against her sore cheeks with each thrust until I pulled out , came over her red arse and rubbed it in.
part 2 to follow
4 年 前
