A Naughty Boy

 

You’ve been such a bad boy…

 

John arrived at Susan’s apartment at 5 minutes past 7pm. He should have been there for 7, she’d told him when she’d called him earlier that he had to get there on the dot of 7pm, and as she opened the door, he knew he’d be punished for his lateness. Susan stood aside so that John could come in, then without speaking, she closed the door and walked into the lounge with John following behind her.

He had been seeing Susan for only a few weeks when she had begun to punish him for doing something wrong. She got off on punishing him, and he got off on being punished. When they were both inside the lounge, Susan drew the blinds and took off the robe she’d been wearing.

Underneath it, she had on one what they called her ‘Madam’ outfits, so that John new whenever she wore them, he could only call her Madam, and if he forgot and called her Susan, he’d suffer for it. These outfits were all leather, and this particular one was a basque with peep hole bra and crotchless leather shorts that clung to her buttocks. She also had on her thigh length boots with the thin, long heels.

“Why are you late?” she said sternly.

“I’m sorry, it was the traffic, it was really...”

“Shut up! Stop fucking whining and get on your knees!” John knelt down and watched her as she walked over to him.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to be late? You have to be punished now don’t you?”

As she spoke, she placed the heel of one of her boots against his thigh and pressed down, grinding it against him hard.

“And what punishment do you think you deserve for being late?” She moved the heel now so that it was getting nearer and nearer to his groin.

“I don’t know Madam” John winced as the sharp heel pressed against his cock.

“You don’t know? Well I fucking do. Stand up and take your trousers down.” John did as he was told and stood in front of her with his trousers around his ankles.

“Bend over.”

John bent over so that his hands were on his lower legs. He heard her walk across the room and then back over to him. She took hold of the waistband on his boxer shorts and pulled them down. He heard the whip crack just before he felt the sting across his buttocks.

“This is what you get for being late!” Susan said, as she brought the leather whip across his buttocks again.

“And what do you say boy?”

“Thank you Madam” said John, his cock swelling every time the whip came down.

“That’s right, and don’t forget it boy” Again, she brought it down hard against him, and he did as he was told and thanked her.

“Stand up and turn around” she ordered. As he stood, he could feel the heat from the lashes stinging, turning him on even more, but the sight of her was doing that job well enough. Her big pink nipples were squeezed out of the leather, and she noticed him looking.

“Why are you staring at me boy?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you look good and I ...” before he could finish, she had grabbed his cock and was squeezing it hard, then she started pulling it.

“You didn’t say Madam did you?” she now twisted the shaft in her hand, sending pain right down to his balls.

“I’m sorry Madam” She let go of his dick and took a pace backwards.

“That’s better. So you like to look do you?” John nodded and watched as she looked down at his cock.