With Her Completely (2 page)

She tugged on
it.
 
He turned around cautiously and
dropped to all fours.
 
As he did, he was
all too aware she was treating him exactly like a dog.
 
She had done little things here and there in
the past, sprinkled in petting his head or belly rubs during or after their
play, but this was new.

 
This was part of the play; this was her opener
after having gone a month without seeing each other.
 
And this was really treating him like her
loyal pet, all too enthusiastic to be taken for a walk as if it were a treat.
 
She tugged again and started walking forward
with Mark crawling behind her, trying to keep up with her pace in an effort to keep
the fabric around his neck from choking him.
 

She walked him out
of the master bedroom and down the hall until they reached the head of the
staircase.
 
Mark gazed down the stairs
wondering how he would be able to manage crawling down them while attached to
his makeshift leash.
 

At that moment,
Courtney stopped and turned to look at him.
 
She went down a couple steps of the staircase while holding up her hand
to keep Mark from moving forward.
 
She
stood at just the right distance to cause a bit of strain with the tie fixed
around his neck.
 
Mark suppressed a small
cough and braved looking up at her, his eyes slightly watery from lack of
breath.
 

She was smirking
and he could tell she had been waiting for him to look up at her and meet her
gaze.
 
She raised her end of the bathrobe
tie to make sure he saw it before letting it slip out of her fingers.
 
She kneeled forward and just as he thought he
she was going to pet him, she placed the pads of her index and middle fingers
under his chin and shoved it up to tilt his head.
 

“You had been
such
a good boy,” her tone suggested
that she was completely affronted by his unexpected and shockingly bad
behavior.
 
“And now you do this?
 
I know you know better than that.”
 
She lowered her face and pressed it close to
his. So close that it was hard to maintain eye contact.
 
“You know how upset I get when you
misbehave.
 
Or was a month too long for
you to be able to remember that?”

This was the
moment of truth.
 
Mark wasn’t sure if it
was a question that required an answer or one he was supposed to listen
to.
 
He stared at her trying to find the
answer in her eyes but it was hopeless.
 
Her stare was cold and hard but he chanced it based off the lengthy
silence.
 
He tried to gulp but that only
reminded him how uncomfortably his Adam’s apple bobbed against the silk tie
around his neck.
 

“I remember,
mistress.”
 
It was a quiet, barely
audible answer but he knew she heard it.
 
He also knew it was probably the wrong answer and, sure enough, the slap
that he felt across his face the next second proved it. He winced from the
stinging pain on his cheek while his eyes watered a little more.

“Well, if you
remember then why did you misbehave?
 
Seems to me you just don’t care about everything you’ve been taught,”
she said in a rage.
 
He was in for it
now.
 
He stayed stock still, waiting for
whatever punishment she was going to unleash on him.
 
But she didn’t move.
 
Instead, she just stood in front of him and
stared him down until he felt awkward.
 

His mind started
to race. Was this some new kind of game she was playing?
 
Was she testing him?
 
If he gave in to the discomfort of the
prolonged silence and broke it by saying or doing something without permission,
that would only further anger her. If she got angrier, his punishment would be
that much more severe.
 
But he also didn’t
know how long he could stand to just wait in complete silence, the sound of his
heart beat grew louder in his ears as he waited on baited breath.
 

Courtney sneered.
 
She bent forward and pressed her forehead
against his, her face incredibly close to his again in a menacing manner.
 
Still she said nothing.
 
This time the prolonged silence was more
unsettling than it was frightening.
 
He
had no idea what was running through her mind or how long she planned to stay
in the same position.
 
He much less had any
clue as to what she wanted from him.
 
He
could only guess she expected him to stay still and quiet like a good, obedient
puppy until she said otherwise.
 
 

So that was
exactly what he planned on doing because he was already in enough trouble as it
was.
 
Courtney dragged her nails from his
elbow up to his shoulder, digging them in as she stuck her tongue out and ran
the tip of it over the outline of his lips.
 

Mark
shuddered.
 
The intensity of the moment,
his confusion, and the mixed sensations of her nails digging crescents into his
flesh along with her warm, wet tongue gliding over his lips was a lot to handle
at once.
 

As soon as he gave
way to the overwhelming feelings, he knew she had achieved exactly what she
wanted – to get a rise out of him.
 
As
she drew her tongue back into her mouth, her soft pink lips shining after she
delicately licked them, her fingers crawled down over his chest.
 

The air stung the
spots where her nails had dug deep into his skin, but he was distracted by the
continued movement of her fingers, trailing slowly down over his stomach and
headed straight toward his cock.
 
Mark,
however, was no fool.
 
He knew feeling
the sweet satisfaction of her hand wrapped around his long, hard shaft was
unlikely so early on in their game.

In just a few
seconds, he was proven right.
 
She grazed
her fingertips over his hipbone and down over his thigh.
 
She was extremely close to his cock, so close
he could feel the warmth of her hand. His shaft twitched in anticipation of her
touch.
 
She continued grazing her
fingertips on his skin so close to his cock, sending shivers all over his
body.
 

He gulped.
 
He naively hoped she would give him relief.
But she wouldn’t touch him yet.
 
Still,
he trembled and ached for even the gentlest touch from her.
 
As much as he wanted to thrust forward to
seek out her hand, he knew better.
 
He
already had a punishment coming and he wasn’t about to add to that.
 

Courtney stared
deep into his eyes with a devilish smirk fixed on her lips and a lustful look
in her eyes.
 
She moved the fingertip of
just her index finger in closer and closer until she was just a tiny millimeter
away from touching the base of his cock.
 
Mark groaned in frustration, making her eyebrow shoot up
immediately.
 
She immediately took her
hand away from his aching, throbbing cock and grabbed his chin in a firm grip.
 

“You know I don’t
like complaints,” she said in a low, menacing whisper.
 
The threatening look in her eyes had increased
exponentially.
 

“Looks like
someone is feeling rebellious tonight.”
 
She stood up and slapped him hard across the face.
 

He knew it was on.

Chapter Three

Courtney yanked
the tie of her bathrobe, still fixed around Mark’s neck, making him cough.
 
It felt restricted against his throat and he
struggled to breathe just enough to feel discomfort but not enough to cause any
sort of damage.
 
With watering eyes, he
struggled to crawl at the right pace to keep from choking again, but without
being right beside her.
 
That would only
bring about an even greater punishment than the one he was already facing.
 

Mark suspected a
good spanking was heading his way, but Courtney seemed to be quite angry with
him now.
 
He had been disobedient to the
point she accused him of feeling rebellious so he knew there was something more
than just a paddling in store for him.
 

This was going to
be a long night, but he didn’t mind– it was the perfect reason to stay out of
the house for as long as possible.
 
Even
if his wife wasn’t at home, he didn’t feel like being surrounded by the old
memories of a marriage long gone.

Mark and Courtney
walked back into the bedroom and she ordered him to wait in the middle,
assuming his usual idle position.
 
He
watched as she opened her closet and pulled out the large box he’d given her to
hold all the toys and implements they used together.
 
His cock twitched with excitement.

 
Seeing that box was enough to turn him on even
more than he already was.
 
He knew once
they started using anything from that box, every sensation would increase and
that unique intimacy he shared with Courtney would be more present.
 
And on this night he wanted that more than
ever.
 

When she turned
back around to face him, having placed the box on the dresser and out of his
reach, he saw what she was holding.
 
It
took every fiber of self-control not to make a noise of protest and not let it
show on his face.
 
He deserved what he was
about to get for upsetting his mistress the way he had.
 
He had earned his punishment fair and square.

 
She was holding a leather ball stretcher
affixed with two pulls.
 
Of course she
had gone for that one.
 
She only ever
used it if he needed some strict discipline.
 
Mark swallowed hard around the lump that had formed in his throat while
trying to maintain a blank expression.
 
She
walked forward to him and dangled the leather ball stretcher in front of his
face from one of its pulls, taunting him.
 

“Stand up,” she
said quietly.
 

He complied
immediately, not moving his hands from atop his head.
 
She knelt down in front of him. He did his
best to stifle a sharp gasp when he felt her hot breath land on his aching
cock.
 
He knew she was perfectly aware of
what it did to him. She was enjoying it to the fullest.
 

Carefully,
Courtney fastened the leather ball stretcher around his scrotum and tugged on
it from the dangling pulls.
 
Mark grit
his teeth.
 
It wasn’t particularly
painful, at least not right away, but he hated how it felt and that was why it
served as punishment when he really needed it.
 
She flicked the bottom of his balls once before standing up and stepping
back to survey him.
 

Then she walked
back over to the box and pulled out two small weights; weights he knew she
would be clipping to the ends of the pulleys on the leather ball
stretcher.
 
She walked over and knelt in
front of him again to put the weights on. She gave the slightest and quickest
flick of her tongue over the bottom of his balls before standing up.
 

Mark
shuddered.
 
That only made it all
worse.
 
Now he ached for her touch and
for sweet relief even more than before.
 
She knew exactly what she was doing and he knew she was feeling sheer
joy at simultaneously teasing and punishing him like this.
 

“Get on all fours
on the bed,” she ordered him before turning around and walking back over to the
box.
 
Right away he did as she ordered
and no sooner had he properly positioned his body on the bed, he felt the first
blow of the paddle land across his muscular, firm ass.
 

His body lurched
forward slightly and his dangling balls swung wildly. It was a quite
uncomfortable and painful experience given they were being stretched with
leather and weights.
 
That was exactly
why Courtney had put that dreaded stretcher on him before the spanking
started.
 
It was double the punishment
and that was what he had earned with his actions.