Kate Educates Jacob #8

Punishment Continues

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Kate brought a sharp kitchen knife with her, and set a steel bowl on the floor in front, opening up a Ziploc bag. She removed a massive piece of ginger root from the bag, showed it to me, cut the tip off and let me smell.

“It’s packed with essential oils.”

She carefully cut a shape from the ginger slab, handling the blade expertly. I watched intently as she carved the root while pungent essential oil dripped into the bowl because the ginger was so succulent and ripe.

Fuck… It’s a dildo shape.

She noticed my panicked expression.

“Don’t worry, Jacob, I won’t harm you, but this is gonna hurt real bad, like… you lied to me bad. You can still back out anytime you want, though.”

Backing out of her punishment meant losing Kate. I grit my teeth and shook my head, but felt the anticipation of a fighter moments before a boxing match. I wanted to get stuck in, but felt terrified of the consequences and pain I would surely suffer.

“They call this ‘figging’ and it was a technique used on horses to force their tails higher. They inserted the ginger into the horse’s anus. It had the desired effect on them, as it will do on you. The practice was outlawed and considered animal cruelty. On you, it’s okay because you’ve consented and it won’t cause any permanent damage. It’ll just hurt like hell.”

“Holy shit.”

“C’mon Jacob, we talked about foul language. Figging you will help your focus a great deal and provide sufficient punishment to fit your crime, perhaps curb your potty mouth too.”

“I won’t lie to you again. That I can promise.”

I’m not sure about swearing. It might take a while.

I felt more desperate now that I fully understood my punishment, and my eyes darted from the ginger root to hers and back with apprehension. She smirked and bit her lower lip.

“Oh, I know. It’s all becoming more real now, isn’t it, Jacob?”

I puffed repeatedly in anticipation. We were moments before the bell and I was going blind into the first round, restrained to a solid bench. My body chemistry changed rapidly, adrenaline, endorphins, dopamine, all mixed into a cocktail that drove overwhelming emotions, heightening my senses.

The thought of being fucked by a piece of ginger was arousing and terrifying.

Why the fuck am I enthusiastic?

“Can we get it done, please?”

I asked politely, but knew instantly it was a mistake.

“In my time… yes, we can. It’s all on my terms, darling.”

Her tone of voice backed me off.

“I know you’re a powerful man, Jacob, but you must get used to doing what you’re told, we’ll have no topping from the bottom in this relationship.”

She reviewed her handiwork, having expertly shaped the plug, then carved a wide flange at its base to prevent it from getting lost inside me. It was bigger than the butt plug and I wondered if it would fit inside me and for how long. Kate set the root down beside a small labelled bottle in front of my face and rose to her feet.

“The pain starts off quite mild, but after about five minutes, the ginger reaches maximum intensity and keeps giving a consistent heat so that you feel severe discomfort for at least thirty minutes. It’s really going to hurt, but I think you’ll last that long at least, so I’m adding something to spice things up and burn that lie from your soul.”

I felt her attend to the latex plug that had settled comfortably inside me. She withdrew it almost to its fullest extent and then forced the black dildo home again, repeating her pumping action several times, fucking my ass.

Kate sped up, careful not to thrust awkwardly and risk damaging me. Her motion was smooth, and the dildo slid in and out of me more easily than I’d like to admit. My back passage was accommodating every stroke and enjoying it.

I yearned for more on the outward stroke and loved it when she pushed the rubber cock back in, bottoming out inside me. Kate thrust faster, fucking me harder, and although I felt humiliated, its stimulus felt glorious.

The juxtaposition between giving and taking and the reversal in our roles was a thrill I’ll never forget.

“No more lies. Do you understand, Jacob?”

Her voice was unusually cold and strict, it was another teaching moment.

“Yes, Kate, I’m really sorry.”

I struggled to hold on to my cum; the sensation boiling inside me was incredible. My prostate was being massaged by a latex cock for the first time. I felt violated, powerless, and knew that Kate had all the control.

“I have plug sizes much larger than this. I’ll train your back passage to take each one and enjoy them all. You’ll even do chores while some are inserted.”

She continued fucking me harder and faster.

“Jake, I intend to fuck you a lot. My strap-on dildo’s will help me maintain dominion over you. It won’t be for punishment, but you need to be clear who wears the trousers around here.”

“I think I understand that already.”

“Good boy, but mounting you frequently will help keep our relationship on track and focus you on me and your good behaviour. When I tell you to point your ass up, wherever we are, you only need to ask, how high?”

“Yes mistress!”

“Don’t cum, Jake, not until I permit it.”

She thrust in perfect time, as if fucking me to the click of a metronome.

“Please stop. I can’t hold back much longer.”

I begged, even though I wanted more. Kate stopped instantly, returned to my face, and set the dildo on the floor.

“It’s good that you were restrained. I can’t abide boyfriends who have sneaky orgasms. I prefer from now on that you ask my permission every time before you have a wank.”

“Am I doing okay?”

She gave me a smile that lit up my soul.

“I’m very proud of you, Jake. I’ve caught feelings for you, but to develop our relationship, we must get past the lie. We’re about to deal with that now and then afterwards, I doubt you’ll ever lie to me again.”

I doubt it too.

I shuddered when she picked up the ginger root, inspecting it, stroking the makeshift dildo to make sure there were no jagged edges.

“After this, your first date orientation will feel like a summer break.”

I studied the bottle on the floor. Its writing was partly obscured, but when she lifted it, I read the words on the white label.

‘Deep Heat.’

I felt a rising dread because I knew exactly the effect it would have when combined with the ginger root oils.

Kate dribbled her homemade ginger root butt plug with a good slathering of deep heat, ensuring an even coating of the pungent, dark red liquid all over. She circled back around to my anus, examined it carefully, and rubbed my ribbed magic roundabout with her finger.

“I’ll start with a few drops rubbed in and then insert your punishment stick.”

Kate sounded dispassionate. I felt she wanted me to acknowledge this was about moving forward.

“Just remember, you damn well deserve and need this.”

I felt the incendiary deep heat liquid splash on my anus when she shook its bottle. My muscles recoiled from an intense heat that replaced the coolness in the air. Raw pain jolted me, snapping my ass cheeks shut, as I tried to drag my sphincter inside me while desperately wriggling as if there was an escape route from the pain somewhere. There wasn’t, and the deep heat seared into me like a dagger.

“You’ll need to relax or this could take us days.”

Fucking days?

I gritted my teeth, and groaned in pain with a dark anticipation exuded from the taboo locker in my soul that Kate had opened. She increased my dosage of deep heat, fingering me outside and inside, loading her digit and wiping it into my anus, always pushing deeper until it felt as though the walls of my back passage were on fire.

“Argh! Oh, god! F-fu-.”

Fuck, that hurts.

It was as though Lucifer were welcoming me to my new home until the end of days by fucking me with a cock forged from molten iron.

“I want you to think about the lie you told me on your CV. About what it meant to both of us, and how it compromised trust.”

Her voice soothed me while she inserted the ginger into my ass slowly. Its burning sensation intensified, she’d already shocked and prepared the soft tissues inside me but this new raw heat and pain scorched through me.

She’d marinated me and now I was cooking on a spit roast.

Her ginger dildo went deeper inside, driven by expert thrusting as Kate fucked me with the root. She withdrew my pain stick slowly and then quickly slid it back in, repeating her thrusts until certain she’d properly soaked my anus and rectum in her concoction with no spot missed.

“If you clench your ass cheeks and sphincter, it’s going to feel much worse.”

The sensation was explosive. Heat rose gradually through my body until the pain caused by a combination of irritants became intense. My pre-cum had already lubricated the bed, adding to my discomfort as I squirmed every which way to escape the pain.

Her ginger dildo was all the way inside me and I felt its flanged end push against my cheeks. I was being roasted from the inside while sweat dripped from my face, and my pulse raced. It hurt so badly that I reached a new understanding of how Kate felt about liars.

“You can’t control the pain, but you feel you must try, right?”

“Y-y-yes oh my, Kate, w-wow, I’m s-sorry.”

“I know, babe, but I think you’ve got a way to go yet, Jacob.”

“Okay.”

Fuck!

“I don’t blame you for writhing around, it’s the whole point, you’ve totally lost control and can’t escape. I have to break you, Jacob, because I can’t allow this to happen again.”

She stroked my face gently, lovingly.

“Please don’t cum, you must work really hard to think about me, about both of us, and not only about your selfish needs. Thats why you lied, darling.”

“Argh! Oh, god… I’m sorry! So very sorry, Kate!”

“Never lie to me again, Jacob.”

“I won’t! I won’t… I’m really, really sorry!”

“I know you are, baby. I need to wash the oil off my hands, but I’ll be right back.”

She was right about my selfishness. I knew it and closed my eyes, focussing on my cock to get it under control because Kate was worth waiting for, worth obeying and having on her terms.

When I opened my eyes five minutes later, she’d returned and sat on the floor in front of me. This time, her legs were wide open, the lace panties were gone and her pussy was completely bare.

“I want you to pay careful attention to my pussy, Jake.”

I couldn’t do anything but comply, to be honest. Her pussy was all I could smell or see, and I wanted it badly. The taste of her cunt was at the back of my throat, on my lips, up my nostrils and coated my tongue. I needed to eat her and was certain Kate knew it.

“Are you still hard?”

“No.”

“Good, it’s hurting enough, then.”

“Yes.”

I spoke with difficulty through gritted teeth while sweat dripped from my forehead onto the floor.

“My pussy will become the most powerful force in your life, Jacob. With this small V, I shall control you.”

She spread her pussy lips for me to inspect the beautiful folds, from puckered anus to labia and swollen clitoral hood. She used an index finger to pull gently on her protective hood, peeling it upwards, exposing an engorged slimy clitoris. Her cunt glistened, her labia were heavy, perfectly formed and swollen. I wanted to suck them so badly and I could tell she was soaking wet from her sweet scent.

“I’ll never deny pussy unless you disappoint me or I feel abstinence benefits you. We’ll study a scale of punishments and agree or amend them. I know you’ll try hard to behave, but we accept that occasional punishment will be necessary. Please look carefully at my pussy and know that it will only be denied if you displease me.”

I inspected her perfect pussy, and she moved each fold of skin, her nub and labia so that we could become acquainted. It was the most beautiful pink cathedral, pussy lips and clitoris I’d ever seen. She opened her hands, revealing her drenched panties, and then inserted them into my mouth.

They were soaking wet, and I sucked hard to taste her fresh juices. The essence of Kate flowed into my stomach and, if it wasn’t for the intensifying pain in my anus and rectum, I might have been in heaven.

“I want you to acquaint yourself with me. Remember the flavour of my pussy and let it guide you towards good behaviour. You don’t want to lose it by being naughty.”

She fingered herself, slowly at first, stroking her labia up and down, then dragging her slimy pearl from side to side, tenderly flicking the hood that protected her clit. Then she wanked herself off with three fingers, dragging her clitoris each way, then around in a circle. Her face became contorted when she approached an orgasm.

Kate paused, allowed her building orgasm to subside, and her expression softened again.

“Thats how disciplined I am, Jake, and I expect the same from you.”

She slipped three fingers inside her pussy hole, swirled them around, gathering juices before wiping them on my face, lips and inserting them into my nostrils, replenishing the first coat.

I descended gloriously back into Kate’s sensory chamber.

“I want you to be at peace now and consider our relationship. Think over your lie and, once you can bear no more pain, I want you to spit my panties onto the floor as a sign you want to stop.”

The pain was immense, but I felt desperate to prove my commitment and show Kate I could endure punishment. I yearned to be her obedient boyfriend. My intestines ached while the essential oils spread further inside me until my torso screamed for mercy. I clenched every muscle, which squeezed out more oil, repeating and amplifying the cycle of pain.

I couldn’t escape her punishment, but then, that’s how she designed it.

I sweat profusely and realised this was a physical and emotional punishment; it was as though I was in the gym and the exertion was massive. I couldn’t give up now and felt desperate to impress Kate. She sat silently in front of me with her pussy on display like a prize that I could win but might lose and as a reminder of its power and future influence in my life.

I held on for at least two hours and Kate stayed with me, watching, caring, but never speaking. She wiped my brow with a flannel and lay it on the floor to soak up my sweat. She allowed me to focus on her vagina by presenting it perfectly, and I used it to guide me through the punishment.

When I could take no more, I spat her panties on the floor, crying in a flood of emotions. I felt love, pain, loneliness, sorrow and pride in equal measure. Kate wiped the sweat from my brow and dried the tears streaming down my face, caressing me gently. Her taste and smell were gone, either swallowed or drained away with my sweat. I missed her and longed for more because I’d become addicted.

“I’m sorry Kate.”

I spluttered and meant it like never before.

“I can see that’s a sincere apology, Jacob.”

“Is it over?” I asked, exhausted.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” she replied, and I felt horrified. “Now we must talk.”

The effect of the ginger had made me clench the root dildo tight. Even when squeezing hard, I couldn’t eject it, such was its expert shape. The more I clenched, the more it hurt, just as she’d said it would.

My arms ached, and my hands gripped the legs of the bed as if I were holding onto a cliff ledge far too long. My leg muscles were fully extended, ached like hell, and my torso throbbed under the strain. I felt completely exhausted.

“Does it hurt real bad?”

“Yes, oh wow, yes… I’m exhausted, yes it hurts, terribly.”

Spit drooled from my mouth as I spat my words, my eyes stung from the tears of crying and sweat that ran freely. I felt pure and unbridled pain, but was invigorated and proud that I’d risen to Kate’s challenge and met her punishment with all my strength.

“I’m really sorry, Kate. Honestly, I’ve thought about it so much this evening, all day, in fact.”

“What you are sorry for?” Kate asked.

Tears streamed down my face, part in sorrow and part from the pain of Kate’s punishment. I sobbed, feeling desolate and alone because her essence was gone. She ensured her pussy juices would gradually diminish from their initial intensity, and her timing was perfect to engender a feeling of loneliness in me.

“I’m sorry that I let you down, and let myself down. I realise how my life would feel without you in it, and I understand the importance of our future relationship.”

“I’m imprinted on you, Jacob. I can tell that everything has worked perfectly because you’ve been courageous.”

Kate had used my senses and an overload of pain to access the hard wiring of my brain.

“I betrayed your trust. You believed in me and I lied.”

She reached forward, taking my chin in her hand, kissing me hard. Her tongue invaded my mouth, searching, consoling, and controlling me.

“Stop crying, Jacob, I forgive you and it’s time for us to move on together.” She carefully extracted the ginger root and released my restraints, helping me get off the bed.

I stood up on weak legs and she walked me around her dungeon to get my muscles working properly. Kate supported my weight with her shoulder underneath my armpit until I regained strength. The pain inside my rectum was still excruciating.

I wanted Kate badly and pulled her close to me, almost knocking her off balance. We merged gently, as if we were a statue cast that way for a hundred years. I sobbed into her breasts and she consoled me.

“Your punishment is over now, and we have a glorious future together.”

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