Kate Educates Jacob #7

Punishment

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I did as Kate instructed, but wasn’t sure how to position myself on the bed. Its smooth leather surface felt icy and tight around the hard cushioning. I struggled, wriggling to get comfortable on the awkwardly shaped wooden and leather bed. Kate knew it and offered a helping hand until my head pointed towards the floor at one end of the V with my feet facing down at the other.

“You’re deliciously exposed now.”

“I feel vulnerable.”

“You’re supposed to.”

The bed angles forced my backside high in the air, providing her with maximum access to my anus, upper thighs and butt cheeks. She stroked my butt, caressing gently, then scratched my puckered anus, dragging her fingernail along my crack and up my back until she reached the top of my head.

I exploded, as though an electric shock traversed my spine.

“I designed this bed myself, having tried off-the-shelf ones with shin and forearm planks to strap my sub onto. They weren’t solid, looked clunky, unsightly and felt crude.”

Kate took my wrists one at a time, securing each using fur lined leather shackles that she attached to the bottom of the bench legs. She inserted a small, tight leather roll cushion under the base of my abdomen to raise my butt cheeks, further exposing my anus.

The air felt chilly on my puckered ring while Kate gradually manoeuvred me into position.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable.”

“That’s good, because a liar needs to fear going into a punishment. If this were a fun activity, it would defeat the purpose.”

“You want me to be afraid?”

She stepped in front of me and sat down, bowing low down so I could look directly into her eyes.

“I’m punishing you for lying, Jacob. Do you think it should be fun?”

“No.”

“It’s not meant to be enjoyable. I’m going to make sure it hurts you as a reminder not to do it again. Are you certain this is what you want?”

“One hundred percent sure, sorry for asking.”

“Do you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad we agree.”

She smiled reassuringly, winking at me, a sign that she felt everything would be okay soon.

Kate secured my ankles, pulling both legs outwards and downwards, fixing them tightly to the bench near the floor until she completely exposed me in the shape of an inverted V. My puckered sphincter was wide open and I could swear she inspected it.

“You’re almost ready, Jacob, and I’m pleased that you have such exceptional hygiene. I feel very reassured about you.”

She walked away from me, into the darkness, where I heard the dungeon door close before the room fell silent. I felt lonely, but having been a Royal Marine for years and well used to combat, especially in caves, I could survive this.

Kate had taken control away from me, depriving my sensory awareness to create tension. Her plan was working, and I felt happy, knowing it was mostly for my benefit.

I couldn’t move, found myself in almost pitch darkness and being handled by a woman I didn’t know that well. I should be terrified, but wasn’t.

I couldn’t see much, so I relaxed and tried to get comfortable. My appreciation of time was excellent. Years of operational tours and days spent tracking an enemy in the Afghan Tora Bora cave complex helped. Living and working on aircraft carriers and troop assault ships had prepared me well. I could wait this out for hours if Kate demanded it.

My thoughts focussed on her. She was as meticulous in her dungeon as she was at work and in her apartment. I gained a new respect and a deep appreciation for her efforts. It wasn’t easy to create the perfect conditions for a controlled onslaught into my psyche and onto my body. She had patience, showed a care for me, and a desire to help me settle into a stable relationship with her.

She’s investing in me already.

When I looked down at the wooden parquet flooring, I noticed how spotless it was. I realised it must have cost her a fortune and need constant polishing and care. I admired the craftsmanship of the wooden bed to which she’d restrained me. Its thick leather straps, the immaculate stainless steel chains and bindings that secured me in place, were of the highest quality.

Nothing was cheap in this room or anywhere in Kate’s apartment, and everything had a level of workmanship far greater than you’d expect.

I wonder if she gets everything made to her own designs.

After half an hour, I heard footsteps, and craned my neck to see Kate approaching. She’d changed into a black lacy lingerie set and carried two lit candles, which she placed on the floor in front of me. Her suspenders were delicate straps crossing over a tiny thong that barely covered her pussy at the front and split her perfectly symmetrical butt cheeks behind.

Her stockings were fine lace, and of the same design as her bra. She was almost on top of me and her aroma was all earthly woman, all Kate and totally addictive.

I glimpsed her pussy, which she’d shaven closely recently. A tiny sliver of thong fabric covered her slit, driving my imagination wild about what treasure lay within. I hoped I would know what that narrow curtain of modesty contained before the night ended.

Her pussy must have been soaking wet to generate so much musk. Her sweet scent drove me nuts and my most earthly and animal instincts controlled my body. I felt invincible and my cock became so hard that it hurt, squashed against the leather bed and its wooden frame.

Whichever way I twisted, there was no relief. My situation was seriously uncomfortable, and I realised what Kate meant by her intention to punish me. I felt sorry for lying to her at a different and more meaningful level.

Kate stood close to me, overwhelming my senses by her scent and presence.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.”

I paused for a moment to find the right words to explain why.

“Only about you, Kate, and I don’t know why. You’ve made me feel excited and reborn, as if I’m turning a page.”

“Good, and we’re just getting started. That was the whole point of this preparation work, to give you time to consider your misdeed. It’s important to think about one another, about us, and work together to improve our relationship. I’m impressed with you, Jacob.”

She smiled so cutely, genuinely happy, projecting an affectionate demeanour while preparing to chastise me.

Kate knelt in front of me and made eye contact. I saw a remote control in her hand. When she toggled a switch on it, the bed moved, pivoting at its centre, just below my abdomen and on the leather roll she’d positioned.

Gradually, the V angle became more acute, pulling my feet and arms closer towards the ground on either side, stretching me further. When the bed stopped moving, my butt cheeks and anus were far more exposed and stretched, almost pushed upwards, presenting them for inspection. I couldn’t move an inch.

I was rapidly ascending towards fear, hoping Kate knew what she was doing

“I feel afraid.”

“You should be. Like I said, this is a punishment. Do you still consent to it?”

“Yes, I do. Definitely!”

She smiled, relieved that I wasn’t backing out.

“Good boy, Jake.”

She alternated between the long and short forms of my name. I didn’t ask why, but assumed that she was familiarising herself with both for a purpose that may become clear later.

Kate shifted herself into a seated lotus position. When she realised that my view of her pussy was obstructed, she raised her knees, adopting a more traditional cross-legged pose.

My view of Kate’s pussy was spectacular, and she knew it, especially when she slid a finger down her stomach, pulled her thong aside, then teased her labia, spreading them apart before thrusting a digit deep inside her hole, circling it around to harvest her juices.

From what I could see, Kate had completely shaven her pussy and her beautifully marbled skin glistened around two perfectly plump labia majora, protecting her treasure.

When enough of her juices were collected, Kate withdrew her finger, holding it inches from my face.

“Don’t lick, Jacob. Can you smell me?”

“Yes!”

I was so desperate to taste her that thinking about it emptied my mind of anything that wasn’t about Kate.

“Focus on my taste and smell when I daub my scent on you.”

She painted her juice on my lips, but not in my mouth, depositing ample nectar inside both nostrils and rubbing it everywhere on my face and chin to ensure she ingrained herself on me. When Kate finished, the only thing I could taste or smell was her.

“I’m something for you to think about.”

She stood up, walked over to the wall, and rifled through a drawer for a minute, possibly two.

“I’m going to insert something into your asshole, Jake.”

She presented me with a black latex butt plug in its massive and terrifying glory. It looked big, as though its invasion would be painful, and I wasn’t sure I could take it.

“Get used to the shape, because this dildo will prepare you for something else later on.”

She lubricated the sleek black phallus and moved it to my anal sphincter, rubbing my puckered skin as a warning of an impending penetration. Kate’s hands spread my cheeks wider, and I felt her finger gently massage the outer skin of my anus before she pushed harder, broke my virgin seal and fully inserted her digit inside to the first knuckle.

It took a few minutes for her to work enough lube into me, so that she could reach deep inside. When she was fully inside, I felt her rubbing and a growing warmth.

“I have your prostate.”

“It feels amazing. I’m tingling all over.”

“I must coat your soft tissue walls with lubricant to avoid injury.”

My prostate swelled, and the friction from her finger propelled seminal fluid towards my penis.

“I’ll regularly check your health using various techniques, Jacob.”

Kate milked my cock from inside my back passage, squeezing and stimulating my prostate, preparing a massive deposit that might be released at any moment. My stomach knotted, unfamiliar with a two-way traffic experience. Kate was gentle but firm, making sure she got plenty of lubricant everywhere.

“Isn’t nature ironic?”

“What do you mean?”

“Evolution put your G Spot inside your ass Jacob.”

Kate giggled while intermittently fucking my butthole, then massaging my prostate gland.

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Relax, baby, I can’t get my finger out.”

She laughed, and I tried hard to relax, but it felt unnatural. I tried harder for her, focusing on releasing all the tension in the muscles around my abdomen and back passage.

“That’s better, you’ll definitely need plenty of lubricant for what’s coming. We need to make you sloppy and wide for your punishment.”

When Kate was satisfied, I felt the tip of the plug nuzzling and then prising my anus wide open. Initially, it hurt and felt sharp, as if breaking the surface tension of my hole. As she slowly fed its length inside me, the plug’s girth stretched my back passage wider and the sensation changed until pain and pleasure flowed through me in equal measure.

I was restrained and being invaded. Panic rose inside me, and I stiffened up.

“Relax baby, you’ll feel better once we dispense with your indiscretion and you find absolution.”

She was right, but I felt disorientated by the entire experience. When she had strapped me to the table and I waited for her return, my guilt became unbearable and I couldn’t wait to be absolved. I focused on Kate’s taste, smell and closed my eyes to rid myself of the discomfort and focus on resurgence.

“Is this the pain part?”

“Don’t be silly, it’s mostly pleasure at the moment, right?”

“Yes, but it hurts, too.”

“Shall I stop?”

“No, please don’t.”

I relaxed, and she forced the plug deeper until its flanged end pressed against my anus rim and butt cheeks. She had buried the butt plug completely inside me. It felt good, and my anus and rectal passage swelled to accommodate the hard rubber dildo.

“You are no longer a virgin, Jacob. You’re mine now, and I can fuck you anytime I want. Right now, you have no control because you are undeserving. I’m leaving you alone, but if you need to be released, just shout my name.”

Kate left the room again, and I felt alone.

An hour, perhaps more, passed until she returned, but I suspected Kate had watched me the whole time on CCTV from another room to make sure I was safe. She sat down in front of me, cross-legged again, so that I could see her face and pussy.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t understand why, but I feel guilty about lying to you and I’m really sorry.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Immensely.”

“That’s how it will feel if you lose me.”

“Oh christ, I can’t bear the thought of that. I’m really sorry.”

A wave of grief struck me, and we hadn’t been a couple for even one day, perhaps we weren’t even a couple now.

I’m fucking addicted to her.

“Thats great, Jacob, and it’s exactly the remorse and connection that I need from you. Focus on that contrition, mull it over and consider the implications of losing me, because when we’re done, you’ll let that guilt go. You deserve punishment but also forgiveness. We must let go of the lie together once this is finished. We must move on, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I completely got it and felt happy that forgiveness was possible. I knew I would do anything for Kate.

“It’s time to punish you properly now, Jacob.”

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