Chapter 11
Tuesday - Day 11
I struggled awake to a different sensation than normal (at least in the sense of normal that I've come to expect the last few weeks). Instead of her normal blowjob, Becky was barely touching my dick with her tongue. It almost felt like she was writing on me with her tongue. I looked at her to see what was up and she slithered up me until she was lying on me.
"Good morning, sir," she said.
"Good morning, Becky. Are you OK?" I asked.
"Not really, sir. I got up early this morning and I've been thinking a lot," she said.
"Would you like to tell me about it?" I asked.
"Sir, I'm angry with you!" she said.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"You let me be a bitch for far too long," Becky said. "We've been together for two years, and never once did you put me in my place until just now. Sir, why did you let me go on treating you like that for so long?"
This was a bit much for just waking up. I shook myself awake further and sat up a little, looking in her eyes. "What is bringing this on?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep much last night," Becky replied. "I thought about our whole relationship. Actually, I thought about all my relationships, but mostly I thought about ours. I know why I acted like I did; I didn't know any better. But sir, it is clear now that you know better. Why didn't you take me in hand earlier? Why did we waste all that time?"
"Becky," I started. I stopped, not knowing what to say. Then I started again. "Becky, I didn't take you in hand, you did. If you recall, I just said I needed something different. My whole life I've been the doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I didn't know any better.
"Frankly, if you had let me go, I would have tried to find someone like you are now and probably not succeeded. I would have ended up compromising and eventually I would have gotten lonely, caved in and ended up in a relationship just like the one that we were in. And you would have probably found someone else like me and ended up the same way.
"Becky, you saved me by not giving up. You allowed me to grow. I am sorry that I did not do it earlier, truly I am. When I think of all those months that I could have been living like this, I kick myself."
"That is what I've been thinking about all night, sir," Becky said. "I treated you badly. I denied you. I embarrassed you. I put you down. Sir, I feel that I need to make it up to you."
"You ARE making it up to me Becky," I told her. "Every time I am with my new tiger, it erases the memory of our old relationship, the old Becky."
Becky kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I knew that you would say that was enough for you. You are so sweet. But sir, it is not enough for me. It gnaws at me. Sir, I feel like I need to serve penance."
"Penance?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "It is not enough for me to just change my behavior. I need to be punished for my past actions so that I can let them go."
We were delving into some deep psychological stuff that I did not feel prepared to deal with. "What do you mean punished?" I asked.
"I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said, smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know how that turns me on!
"But what I am saying, sir, is that occasionally I will request that you punish me for specific behaviors that I exhibited towards you, or sometimes things that I thought about. I know you are not a cruel master, and you would not do this on your own, but I would like permission to sometimes tell you about something from our past, and to tell you how I want to be punished. Then I want you to punish me as I ask."
"I'm not sure about that," I said.
"Please, sir. I know you love me. Do this for me!" she pleaded.
"OK, I'll try," I said.
"And now that I've got you to agree, sir, I'm going to ask something even harder of you," she went on. "I know you, and I know that despite what you say, you resented me for some of those behaviors. You wanted me to do things and I wouldn't. I even disparaged you for asking.
"So what I want sir, is that when you punish me, you think about what you are punishing me for, and you let out all your rage. I know you don't want to hurt me, but I want you to do this! Please!"
I just lay there for a long time. This was way over my head. But I couldn't deny that sometimes I wanted to hurt her for what she had done. On the other hand, I don't particularly like to cause a lot of pain. Finally I sighed and said, "Tiger, I will try. But I don't promise you anything."
"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! You make me so happy!" she said. Then she got up and went to the other side of the bed. I sat up as she came back and knelt on the floor beside the bed. She bent her head and held her hands up, presenting me with the crop she had bought, but which we had not yet used.
"Sir," she began formally, "During the time we were dating I knew that you wanted to try anal sex. Every time that you went near my ass I forced you away. I even told you it was disgusting and you should never try it. Sir, I was wrong. Anal sex gives me great pleasure, and it gives you great pleasure, and I should not have denied us both the pleasure.
"Please, sir, will you punish me for my behavior? Please use this crop on my ass ten times. When you are done, I would like you to use it on my pussy three times. And finally, sir, I would like you to fuck my ass as hard as you can, so that all day I can feel the pain of my punishment and the pleasure of your cum in my ass."
This woman just blew my mind. I sat there and thought about this for about five minutes, and she never moved. She sat there presenting the crop to me, and I got the feeling that if I did not take it, she would still be there the next morning.
I thought about everything she said. It was true; it always upset me that she denied me without ever having tried it. And she was not kind when she did. I had been angry about it, before she had changed her attitude. It was why one of the first things that I did after she agreed to serve me was to take her ass. And she seemed to really want this. "Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Please. For me?"
I took the crop from her hand and she scrambled up onto the bed. She got up on her hands and knees, raised her skirt and spread her legs. Interestingly, she put her hands above her head and clasped them together, as if they were bound.
I swung the crop around to get the feel of it. I had never used one before, and I assumed that Becky had never had one used on her either. She appeared to assume that it would hurt a lot.
"Why are you being punished?" I asked Becky.
"Because I denied you my ass!" Becky screamed the word 'ass' as I landed my first blow.
"And was that wrong?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. It was wrong!" she shrieked as I landed another one.
"And why was that wrong?" I asked.
"Because I was denying you pleasure," she answered.
"Just me?" I asked.
"No, sir. I was denying both of us pleasure!" she screamed, as I landed another.
"And how were you acting when you did that?" I asked.
"Like a bitch!" she yelled as she received another.
"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.
"Angry!" she yelped as she got the fifth.
"And?" I asked.
"Hurt!" as she got the sixth.
"What do you deserve for behaving like that?" I asked.
"A beating!" she screeched on the seventh.
"What kind of beating?" I asked.
"A hard beating!" she cried on the eighth.
"Where?"
"My ass!" on the ninth.
"And will it ever happen again?" I asked.
"No!" she yelled as I landed the tenth blow, and continued "No! Never! Again!" as I quickly changed angles and landed three hard strokes right on her exposed pussy.
I dropped the crop and looked at her. She was sobbing into the bed, moaning, "My ass, my ass." I thought that I had gone overboard, until I heard her say, "My ass, please take my ass. Take what I denied you. Please take me hard."
I climbed on the bed behind her and placed my cock at the entrance of her ass. I was surprised that I was hard, but I was. I think her begging for it really got to me. I did as she asked and I slammed my cock into her, getting my next surprise.
"Did you lube yourself?" I asked as I hit bottom.
"Only a very little bit, sir!" she said. "Please don't stop. I want to feel this all day. I want you to hurt me. Please!"
I gave her what she wanted and started fucking her brutally. As I pounded into her, I said, "This is my ass now. I own your ass. I will use your ass whenever I want. You will never deny me your ass." I kept repeating and embellishing those thoughts.
At the same time, Becky was screaming right back at me. She said, "Yes! It's yours. You can do whatever you want to my ass. You own it. You own me." She continued in that vein the entire time I was fucking her.
Finally I couldn't take it any more, and I came in her ass. For the first time since I started fucking her in her ass, she did not cum before or with me. I pulled out and her whole ass was red and bruised, as was her pussy. Her asshole was red and gaping, and there was a little blood around it.
I lay down next to Becky and took her sobbing body into my arms. It took about 10 minutes before she stopped crying, and I held her the whole time.
"Thank you, sir," Becky said. "I promise I won't ask you do to this very often, but I felt that I needed it. I feel purged. I no longer feel guilty about denying my ass to you. Now when you fuck me in the ass I will not think about how I did not let you, I will just enjoy it."
"That's good," I told her, "because I won't do this very often, no matter how much you say you need it."
"OK, sir," she said. "Please don't tell Jamie about this. This is just between you and me, please?"
"Don't worry my little Becky, there can be things just between us. I love you. You are already late to work. How are you going to manage this?"
"Sir, I need to! I need to go to work and have a hard time sitting down. I need to feel it in my ass all day. It will help me get through this. Don't worry about me, sir. It's like I told Jamie yesterday; even though it hurts, it's what I wanted, and you did just the right thing doing it. I have to go get changed and fix my makeup for work."
Becky changed and gave me a kiss goodbye, wincing as she leaned over. She said, "Don't forget that I am going out with Rachel after the gym, so I won't see you till late. I love you." Then she went off to work.
I realized that she had not cleaned me off after I fucked her ass, and it dawned on me that she did not consider what we did to be sex; it was her penance. I cleaned myself off, showered, dressed and went to work.
After work I went out to buy something and then headed back to the apartment. I made dinner, knowing that Becky wouldn't be home for a while. I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and I recognized the person standing there.
"You work with Becky, right?" I asked.
"Yes, I do. I'm Joan," she said.
"Hi, Joan. I'm afraid Becky is not here right now. Is there a message I can take for her?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm not here for Becky," Joan said. "I know she's out with Rachel. Can I come in for a minute?"
"Sure, come in," I said, ushering her in and closing the door behind her. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Yes, I have this message for you from Becky," she said, handing me an envelope. I opened it up and read the message inside.
'Sir: I am sorry that I will not be home tonight to take care of your needs. In my place, I have sent Joan to help you get some relief. You may not touch her, but she has agreed to assist me. She knows what to do, so please just let her. I love you, Becky.'
I looked up at Joan. She walked over to me and dropped to her knees. She unfastened my pants and fished out my cock. "Oooo, nice! And smooth, too," she said, and sucked the head into her mouth. She proceeded to give me a very nice blowjob. Both Becky and Jamie were better, but she was definitely not bad, and really, is there such a thing as a bad blowjob?
She licked and sucked and fondled my balls. "You have it pretty good," she said as her mouth took a little break, "having a girlfriend who finds strange women to give you blowjobs."
"First of all, I agree with you," I told Joan. "Second of all, you don't seem that strange."
Joan laughed, choking a little on my cock. "You don't find a woman that goes to her friend's house to blow her boyfriend strange?"
"Adventurous, maybe," I responded, "Strange, no."
"Well this adventurous woman wants a mouthful of cum. Can you provide that?" Joan asked.
"Very soon," I said, and just a little while later I delivered.
Joan sucked up every drop, put me back in my pants, stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Tell Becky thanks for me," she said.
"Thank YOU!" I said, as she left.
I could feel my fingers slipping off of my tiger's tail.
I was lying in bed when Becky got home a little before 11. I heard her fumbling around in the living room, and then she came into the bedroom. She was naked. She jumped into bed with me and said, "Thank you, sir! I had such a nice time out with Rachel."
"So it was good?" I asked.
"Oh, yes sir," Becky said, snuggling up to me. "That girl is so curious. She wanted to know everything about us and was not judgmental at all. We drank and ate and talked. By the way, I told her that you were just kidding about her being in control of me. She was so relieved!"
"So Rachel enjoyed herself too?" I asked.
"Did she ever! Her husband is going to get sooo laid tonight!" Becky giggled. "She asked if we could set up a weekly girl's night out. Would that be OK with you, sir?"
"As long as you are having fun, that's fine," I told her. "And will Joan be supporting your nights out too?"
Becky smirked at me. "Did you enjoy her, sir?"
"I did. It was surprising, but pleasant," I said. "And you didn't answer my question."
"No, you won't be joined by Joan every week," she said. "I do know other people, you know!"
I looked at her, a little shocked. She laughed. "Sir, I take my responsibility to please you seriously, and if I am not here I will provide suitable companionship for you! Besides, I didn't think I'd be up to doing anything with you tonight anyway."
"Still sore?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Very," she said.
"Can we talk about it?" I asked.
She rolled onto me to look in my eyes. "I don't want to, sir. I told you it is something that I will need, and it is for me. You did it for me, and I really thank you for it. Please, just let it go for now."
I sighed and kissed her. "You are going to be a very difficult little slave girl, aren't you?"
"You'll just have to keep spanking me until I obey, sir," Becky said with a gleam in her eye. I kissed her again, then she put her head down on my chest and I stroked her hair until we both fell asleep.