A Sticky Situation (Part 10) (Mature 18+)

“Get off,” I mumbled into the pussy that was still firmly against my mouth.

Somehow I managed to maintain a solid grip on her hair with my right hand as she scooted her cute ass off of my face. Struggling slightly, I managed to sit up, yanking her to the foot of the bed. Holding her there, I demanded that she undo the bindings on my feet. Reluctantly, and partly because I was dragging her, she climbed onto the lower portion of the bed and undid the bindings holding my feet.

The first thing I did with my free hand was dislodge the damned butt plug from my rectum. All of the moving was making me more than a little uncomfortable and it just had to go. Grasping it with my fingers, I pushed slightly with my anal muscles and popped it right out. It felt good sliding out of my sphincter, and I couldn’t help but moan slightly when it slipped past my sphincter ring.

The next thing to go was the cock ring. Not that I minded it, but I was ready to cum and it was preventing me from doing so. Pulling Chelsea by the hair, I drug her to the side of the bed, and forced her head down until she was eye level with my throbbing cock. Wrapping my left hand around my shaft, I began pumping myself furiously, keeping my cockhead firmly pressed against the side of her face.

“Open wide, Chelsea,” I growled. “Or else I am just going to cum all over your pretty little face.”

She did as commanded, opening her mouth wide and accepting my cock between her lips. No sooner had my cockhead slipped into her mouth, than I began to cum. It felt so good to unload my heavy balls into her mouth as she struggled to swallow the seemingly never ending stream of cum. Yet somehow she managed to swallow every bit of it.

When I was finished unloading myself into her throat, I pulled my still hard cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her face. Holding her hair tightly with my fingers, I slapped her face with cock several more times. Tiring of that game, I pulled her off the bed and onto her feet. I was angry, and even more so, I was tired of the games she and the other women of her family were playing with me.

“Lean over the bed,” I ordered her, as she lay face first on the bed, “and put your hands behind your back.”

When her hands were at the small of her back, I grabbed her wrists roughly with my left hand. Holding her tightly in place, I finally released my hold on her hair. Grabbing up the rope that had previously bound my feet, I tied her hands tightly behind her back. The knots were so interwoven and tight, there was no way she was going to break free. Unlike her daddy, I really did know how to tie a knot.

“Now,” I stated matter-of-factly, “this is more like it.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Chelsea began to sob.

“Hmmm… what was it you said a little while ago?” I asked sarcastically. “Oh, yes. I remember now. ‘You and I are going to have soooo much fun today.’ Well, at least I am…”

I left her lying on the bed, face down, with her hands tied behind her back and went to search in my dresser drawer. Smiling, I pulled out my old hairbrush. It was just what I needed. With the long wood handle, and wood backing, it made the perfect paddle. Now, it was time to punish her for her little games.

“Oh, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea,” I said soothingly, as her eyes grew large as saucers when she saw the makeshift paddle. “You know what your problem is?”

“What?” she sobbed, as I stepped closer to her caressing the wooden brush.

“You are spoiled,” I replied. “You have never, ever, been properly disciplined.”

“Ohhh, god,” she began to cry, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” I soothed, patting her plump rump with my hand. “I will take care of that little problem you have. When I am done, you will be begging for me to let you be my good little girl.”

Helping her to a standing position, I half walked, half drug her to the chair she was previously sitting in. I sat down in the chair, and patted my knees expectantly. I am not sure if she was confused, or trying to be flippant, but instead of lying over my knees she tried to sit on them. As she cuddled up to my neck, batting her once more innocent looking eyes, I once more grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.

“Bend your pretty ass over my knees, now,” I growled. “Or, it will only be worse for you.”

She yelped as I released her hair, jumping up and quickly coming to stand next to my legs. I helped her bend her upper body over my knee, her abdomen draped over me. I could feel her soft breasts on the side of my leg, and my semi-erect cock was pressed firmly against her side.

I’ll admit, it was a bit awkward at first, but I was determined to make it work. Pulling her tied hand up slightly, to get them out of the way, I surveyed her plump ass. It looked so inviting to me, just begging for me to begin spanking it. Placing the brush on the small of her back, I caressed her ass lightly with my bare hand, feeling her firmness and exploring her soft mound of flesh.

When she was least expecting it, I pulled my hand back and brought it down hard on her exposed cheek hard. Once again she yelped, but this time in pain, as I drew my hand back and smacked her again on the other cheek. I continued on this way for several minutes, smacking her ass with my bare hand and then caressing it. At some point tears actually began flowing from her eyes, as she begged me to please stop.

When my own hand began to sting, I stopped. Her ass had red welts, and raised areas in the shape of my large hand. Throughout the entire time I hadn’t spoken a single word to her. My only focus was on spanking her ass, and feeling myself becoming more turned on by it with each smack on her ass. Her soft side felt so good against my erect, pulsating cock. But, I wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet.

“Tell me,” I said to her, once more caressing her ass. “Tell me, that you have been bad and deserve this.”

“I have been bad,” she sobbed.

“And…” I pressed.

“…and nothing,” she cried out defiantly.

I picked up the brush from the small of her back, hefted it in my hand, getting a good feel for the makeshift paddle. Rubbing it against her exposed cheeks, I gave her one more chance to admit that she deserved the spanking she was receiving. When it didn’t come, I pulled my hand back and brought the paddle down hard against her ass.

The paddle made a soft “whirr” as it flew through the air, followed by a solid “thwack” as the wood struck her ass. I watched as her cheek bounced from the impact, and listened as she cried out in pain. Then I pulled it back and whacked the other cheek just as hard. If I thought she was crying before, she was now crying hysterically, trying to pull away from my legs.

Grabbing her roughly with my left hand, I yanked her back, hard against me. Now she was really fighting it, but I wasn’t going to give her an inch of wiggle room to escape. Still trying to keep her hands out of the way, I brought the paddle down on her ass several times in succession, alternating between both cheeks.

“Say it,” I growled, pausing briefly.

“I am a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished,” she cried out.

“Very good,” I replied soothingly, resting the paddle against her ass and rubbing it in small circles. “Now, tell me thank you for the punishment.”

“Th-th-thank you,” she managed to stutter out.

“Thank you, what?” I prodded, rubbing her ass a little harder with the paddle.

“Th-thank you for punishing me, sir, and I deserved it,” she replied, sucking the tears and snot back into her nose.

“Very good,” I replied again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?”

I helped her stand up, and then led her back to the bed. Pushing her forward, I had her once again lay face down on the bed. Grabbing up the lubricant, and butt plug, I eyed her red ass thoughtfully. Picking up a discarded t-shirt, I wiped the butt plug clean, and stepped up behind her.

“Now, how did this work again? Oh yeah, I remember now,” I said, as I squirted the lube between her asscheeks.

(To be continued)

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29 thoughts on “A Sticky Situation (Part 10) (Mature 18+)”

      1. I hadn’t read anything but this one. Nobody deserves revenge, retaliation, or humiliation. Especially in the bedroom. Just my opinion. Sorry. Just really emotional at the moment. Normally I love D/s

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      1. I realize. I was quite caught off guard you see. Past experiences creeping back with this. It just is not pleasant. I am sorry if I have offended you.🙏

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  1. Honestly, I appreciate his anger because that’s where I was at. Her behavior wasn’t appropriate or okay. There’s a right way and a wrong way and hers is unhealthy. She’s manipulative and doesn’t understand the beautiful relationship between a pair of true lovers. Although…. he WAS kind of playing with fire up to this point, so…

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  2. I’m not particularly fond of these one. The incestuous nature has a lot to do with it too. I get everyone is over 18 and they aren’t “blood relatives”, but the characters seem to have known each other since the barely over 18 woman were children, correct? The descriptions are great, but I find myself more turned off than on. But, maybe that’s the point.

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