The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... laid four more on the top of her right boob. “Quickly, bitch! How many?” “I-I ummm Sir, Please. Sir.” “Fuck! No begging, answer me with a number!” “Nine! Nine strokes, Sir.” Mike was actually surprised at how close she was and pleased she was wrong. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, leaning forward yelled into her face. “Bitch! Ten! Do you know how to count to ten?! HUH?” “Yes, Sir I know how to count to ten, Sir.” “Do It! Each count is going to have little strokes on your inner thighs, Now show me you can count to ten, out loud.” “One, smack, Two, Smack, ….TEN! Smack.” “Oh good you did not lie! You do know how to count to ten, so when I was nice enough to give your boobs attention earlier, you must have not been paying attention! That is not good and will be punished. I am going to smack your boob and you will count and thank me, so I want to hear a number then thank you sir. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir, after each stroke received I am to count and say thank you sir.” “WHACK” as hard as mike could on the top of her right boob that was already tender. It made Sally cry out and tears started flowing, “quickly, Sally!” “O-O-One. Sir, Tha-tha-nk you, Sir.” “Pull yourself together girl, these are punishments and I expect you to respond quicker.” And with that Mike dropped the second one right on top of where the first one was. Sally bucked and cried, but managed to keep her position while getting out a sobbing “T-t-two, Sir. Thank you , Sir. Mike reached ...

... down and rubbed it for a second. “If you had paid attention and gotten the first count right this would not be happening. So this is your fault. Next time pay attention.” And pain exploded on the side of her right boob. “Three. Thank you Sir.” Sally was just hoping this was going to be over soon, she was not sure how much more she could take. Mike pulled her nipple out and squeezed it while lifting her boob up and struck the underside of his bitch’s perfect breast. He smiled as the color went from white to red, and barley heard Sally count and thank him before he laid down the fifth and final one and massaged it roughly as Sally counted and thanked him again “Good girl. That was your punishment. I am not done with you, but I will give you a five minute break.” Mike left her sobbing, tied up on her knees arms still behind her back, wondering what he meant by they had more to do. To him it was obvious; there was still an untouched, unmarked breast to work on. Mike grabbed water and a straw for her and sat on the couch in front of her, he moved her sideways and placed her between his legs so she could rest her head on him and he stroked her hair and face. “Shhh, shhh, Look here, I have to do these things. You would not respect me if I did not punish you like I said I would. It has to be done. You did well, my little bitch, shhh calm down, take some water and breathe.” Sally barely heard a word he said, but knew from his tone the nice guy was back, the monster gone for this little ...