The Consequences of Misbehavior

Eva Monroe
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Published almost 2 years ago

Warmly ensconced in bed for the night, I was surprised when I felt you slip under the covers beside me. I hadn’t expected you home until much later, and possibly not until morning. Your best friend’s bachelor party was supposed to go all night, and as his “best bro” (aka, the only dyke among his guys friends), you held a special place of honor.

“Home so soon?” I murmured. “That wasn’t much of a rager.”

“Some people stayed out,” you answered, clearly a little tipsy, “but it was getting stupid. I wanted to come home to my girl…”

Your hand slipped under my tank top, making a beeline for my nipples. I sighed and squirmed under your gentle caresses.

“Oh… that feels… mmm…”

With only a slight hesitation, you nuzzled my neck.

“Is this okay?” you asked. “I don’t want to wake you all the way up, if you’re too sleepy.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s… just…” I bit my lip, not wanting you to stop, but I knew I had to confess.

“Just what, babe?”

“Well, I… um… didn’t think you’d be home, so I… um, kind of maybe… made myself come… um, twice. Earlier.”

With a light chuckle you sighed, but you didn’t stop fondling my tits (thank god). My relief was short lived.

“Twice? Tsk… such a naughty, naughty girl,” you chastised.

“I know, I’m sorry…” 

You slid your hand out from under my shirt, and I involuntarily let out a little whimper.

“Now, now. No whining, my naughty girl,” you teased me. “Tell me more about making yourself come.”

“Um… what do you want to know?”

“Where were you?”

I blushed, knowing that since you’d started asking questions, I’d be expected to divulge all sorts of salacious details.

“In the living room… on the couch.”

“Mmhmm…”

You turned on the lamp next to the bed, bathing us in a soft, low light, and pulled back the covers, letting in a slight chill. My nipples hardened, visible through the thin fabric of my tank top. Ogling my body, clad in the tank top and pajama shorts, you gently caressed my arm with your fingertips.

“Is this what you were wearing?” you asked.

“Y-yes,” goosebumps peppered my skin. “And my long, gray cardigan.”

“I see. And why were you touching yourself? Did you watch porn, dirty girl?”

“Um… not exactly?”

You laughed as your fingers made their way down the outside of my thigh.

“Not exactly.”

“I was looking for something to watch, and there was this, um, old movie on… Like some kind of Porky’s movie, I think?”

“...And?” 

“And, um… there were, some scenes, that were, um… really naughty… and I got really turned on.”

You raised an eyebrow, which was enough for me to understand that I was to describe the scenes, vividly.

“It was on some kind of army base, and there was a women’s shower room… and two of the guy soldiers had made a peephole… they, um, spied on the women. Watching them… soap themselves up, hands all over their naked bodies… dropping things and bending over… their tits jiggling when they lathered their hair with shampoo…” 

“And you loved that, didn’t you, dirty girl?” I nodded and you smirked. “Of course you did. I know how much you love bouncing tits.”

Driving your point home, you cupped one of my breasts, gently jouncing it up and down. I bit my lip again and accidentally whimpered.

“You love it,” you repeated, and I could only nod in agreement. “What was the second scene - the one that made you touch yourself again, my dirty, insatiable girl?”

“Well, um… I had kind of dozed off, and when I woke up… One of the female soldiers had done something wrong, and um… Her superior officer had found her in bed, and he was scolding her, and… um, with another soldier standing there watching, he made the woman roll over on her stomach, pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, and then he spanked her naked ass, with his belt. 

“That sounds really humiliating,” you said. “It must’ve turned you on like crazy.”

I flushed, lowering my lashes.

“Y-yes… it really did.”

 “Show me how you touched yourself.”

Whimpering louder this time, I did as I was told, sliding my hand under the elastic waistband of my shorts. Lightly caressing my clit, I moaned and squirmed under your gaze. You teased me again about being such an insatiable girl, and rubbed your finger along my lips. I opened my mouth for you, ready to suck on your command… 

Instead, you chuckled and took your finger away.

“That’s enough fondling yourself, you greedy girl. Surely you’ve had enough orgasms for one night?”

I obediently removed my hand, but then shrugged with a small smile.

“Maybe? …What do you think?”

Laughing again, you shifted and propped yourself up a little higher.

“I think you need to punished, for being an impatient, ravenous little slut. Don’t you agree?” 

“Yes, I agree…”

“You agree that you…?”

“I agree that I need to be punished.”

Insisting that the punishment fit the crime, you instructed me to roll over on my stomach. As soon as I obeyed, you pulled down my pajama shorts until they languished around my ankles.

“It didn’t sound like she had her tits out while she was spanked, did she?” you asked.

“No, she didn’t,” I answered.

“Hmm… But you did get yourself off twice, so you probably need a little extra punishment. Prop yourself up on your forearms.”

I followed your orders, and you rewarded me by pulling down the straps of my tank top until my naked tits were fully exposed. Knowing how much I loved having you play with and torture my nipples, you only treated me to a few, all too brief pinches. Then you simply left them there on display, for your enjoyment.

Prolonging my torment, you pulled my panties down to my mid-thighs, then you stood up and assessed your handiwork.

“I think I’ll have a nightcap,” you announced. And without another word, you left the room, leaving me behind to squirm in anticipation.

I lay there, stripped mostly naked, waiting for you. It all turned me on so much, it was all I could do to not reach between my legs, or start humping the mattress… 

As if reading my mind, you called in from the next room.

“Don’t squirm too much in there. If you accidentally make yourself come, I’ll have to make your punishment even more severe.”

I forced myself to hold still, my body brimming with anticipation. The sound of your footsteps returning was accompanied by the sound of ice cubes tinkling against glass.

“Damn, that moon is crazy bright tonight.”

Crossing to our floor-to-ceiling windows, you pulled back the curtains and let the moonlight spill in. The bright, subtle glow illuminated neighboring buildings. You looked back at me with a smirk.

“If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll leave these closed. But if you don’t do as you’re told, we’re going to open them up and put on a little show for all our night owl neighbors.”

Looking around, I noticed plenty of lights on. Keeping the curtains open would guarantee that numerous strangers were witness to my penance.

“Is that understood?” you asked.

“Y-es, understood,” I agreed.

“Good.” And with that, you closed the curtains. At least for the time being.

Returning to the bed, you set your glass on the nightstand and gently ran your cool fingers along my naked ass and thighs. I shivered with delight, then cried out as you landed the first blow.

Smack!

Your hands thrashed me with a series of spankings, and though I moaned under the force of each one, I laid still and took it, like a good girl, as instructed.

Pausing for a moment, you made me lift my hips so you could slip a pillow underneath, propping my ass up higher for you. My punishment resumed, and the harder you spanked me the more wetness I felt between my legs.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” you instructed, and I obeyed at once.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” I promised you.

“For what?”

“For being such a d-dirty… insatiable… girl…”

“Mmm, that’s right you are.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

In the midst of my chastening, I heard your phone start to ring. In the middle of the night, it could only be your drunk buddies. I fully expected you to ignore it and keep spanking me, but to my mortification, you answered it.

“Ha ha, hey dude, what’s up?”

While you talked to your friends, you lifted my tank top over my head, then nudged me until I flipped over on my back. My panties were still around my thighs, and my shorts around my ankles, but otherwise I lay there fully naked and exposed for you.

“I can’t believe you fools are still out… ha ha, no way, dude, I’m busy…” 

Straddling me, you started to pinch and flick and squeeze my nipples. I squirmed and moaned loudly. You placed a finger to your lips.

“Be quiet,” you scolded in a whisper.

I bit my tongue and writhed under your delicious torment, while you casually went back to your conversation.

“None of your business… ha, maybe… No, I can talk for a sec. Where’re you at?” 

Shouldering the phone to free your hands, you attacked both of my nipples at once. Overcome with lust and longing, I turned my head and bit the pillow, bucking under you as you pulled my tits up by my nipples, shaking them back and forth.

After a few more minutes of watching me wriggle and squirm while you manhandled me, you stopped, abruptly. As embarrassed as I was to be tormented and fondled while you talked to your friends, as soon as you stopped I knew I would beg you to do it some more.

Polishing off your drink, you pointed at me before leaving the room.

“Stay,” you said quietly, and left me naked and panting on the bed.

Your conversation went on in the other room, but I was barely cognizant of what you were saying. As I caught my breath, my body coursed with wanton desire. You knew exactly what to do to make me desperately eager and willing to do your bidding. Whatever you wanted from this point, I would do it. I’d let you fuck me against the open window… take me out while I was naked under a raincoat… watch porn with you and let you do whatever happened on screen… 

I lay there with my mind swimming, wondering what you actually had in store for me.

When you returned, you were no longer on the phone, and you brought two large glasses of water with you. Handing me one, you instructed me to drink. When I finished, you set both glasses aside and started to unbuckle your belt. 

“Punishing you got me all riled up, my dirty girl. And I haven’t had any orgasms today.”

“That’s terrible,” I said, and you laughed.

“It really is. And I think I have just the solution.”

Taking off your pants, you carefully straddle my torso. Lifting my arms over my head, you pin down my wrists and slid upward, until the heat of your body hovers right over my mouth. I lift my mouth, eager to please you, but you lift yourself just out of reach.

“Easy, tiger. First I need you to hold onto the headboard…”

I obediently gripped two of the wooden slats above my head.

“Good girl. Can you keep holding on, or do I need to tie you up?”

I squirmed a little at the thought of letting you tie my wrists to the bed, but I knew you’d be more impressed if I could do it without restraints.

“I can hold on,” I assured you.

“Okay… but if you let go I’m going to stop and get the handcuffs. Understood?”

“Yes, understood.”

Sufficiently persuaded, you tilted your hips until I was able reach you, and the lips of my mouth enthusiastically met the lips between your legs. Tasting you with my tongue, I settled into the rhythm of your hips, riding my face back and forth… You were extra careful to not smother me, since you’d instructed me to keep my hands in place. I alternated between flicking my tongue against your clit and licking along the length of you, savoring your slippery, succulent wetness…

It wasn’t long before I heard you moaning above me, and your gentle thrusts grew more insistent. Yielding control, I opened my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue so you could maneuver as you pleased, then, as you pressed yourself into my mouth, I gently, dutifully sucked on your clit just the way you liked, pushing you over the edge.

Leaning against the headboard, you took a moment to catch your breath. With the late hour and all the carousing - both out with your friends and at home with me - I fully expected you to be spent and ready for sleep.

Instead, you dismounted and stood next to the bed while you finished undressing. I lay patiently waiting for your next move, still in my stripped naked state, with my hands compliantly gripping the headboard. Handing me a tissue, you allowed me to clean up my face, then treated me to a firm and tender kiss.

Returning my hands to the headboard (since you had not instructed me otherwise), I tingled all over when you ran your hands along the length of my body, savoring every inch of me.

“How would you like to come?” you asked, and I was so caught off guard I struggled to find an answer.

“I, um… I’m allowed to… um, again?” 

You raised your eyebrow with a smirk.

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh! No! I mean, yes, yes… please. I do. Very much so.”

Laughing at my alarmed correction, you rested your hands on my breasts, gently teasing my nipples again. I arched my back, reaching for more of your touch.

“Of course you do, my naughty, insatiable girl… The question is, how?”

I moaned and squirmed while you tormented my tits, leaning down to lick and flick my nipple with your tongue. I couldn’t get enough of it. Whenever you taunted me like that my desire became gluttonous, unquenchable… I end up so overcome with a longing to surrender myself to you, deciding anything on my own felt practically impossible.

“I want, um… to come… however you want…”

“Mmm, no… I want you to decide,” you insisted. It was how you kept me on my toes, making sure that my needs and wants were met even in the throes of my submission to you.

Struggling to focus while you had your way with my bare breasts, I did my best to answer honestly.

“Um… I want, um… oh, god… your fingers. On me, and inside… me… please…”

“I’m really enjoying the sound of you saying ‘please’,” you observed. “Say it some more.”

I would grovel at your feet in this state, and you knew it. I didn’t need to be told twice. You continued your welcome assault on my breasts and nipples while I begged.

“Please… oh… oh, god, please… please can I come… please let me come, for you… please…”

“Mmm, that’s right… This time you’re going to come just for me, aren’t you, naughty girl?”

“Y-yes… oh, fuck… yes, just for you, I promise… please…”

“Very well,” you conceded. “I’m going to let you come, just for me, but as soon as you do, I’m going to flip your ass over and spank you again. To remind you how naughty and greedy it is to come all by yourself… Does that sound fair?”

I whimpered and writhed under your groping hands, relentless in their fondling of me.

“Ohh… yes… it does… it sounds f-fair…”

“And why is that?” you asked, teasing me.

“Because I… ohh… I, um… I deserve it… I need to be sp-spanked… oohh… for be-being so… dirty and… oh, god… insatiable…”

“Mmm, good answer. How many spankings do you think you deserve?”

“Um… twenty?” the number escaped my lips before I realized how high it sounded.

You laughed and nodded.

“Twenty naughty slut spankings… Just remember that you asked for it.”

And with that, you let go of my tits, and I almost begged you to keep torturing them. I was so insanely turned on, it felt like I could come just from you playing with my nipples… But then I wouldn’t get what I asked for, and I wanted your expert hands between my legs more than anything.

“Keep your hands where they are,” you ordered, and I nodded in agreement. Removing my shorts and panties, you tossed them aside. “Spread your legs.”

I did as I was told, and you ran your hand up my inner thigh, making me shiver in anticipation.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” you stood over my compliant body, waiting for me to plead once more.

“Yes, please, I’m sure… I want it, please…”

With a masterful touch, your fingers made swift, easy work of my aching clit. You made me spread my legs wider and wider for you, until I was splayed open and utterly vulnerable to your handling of me… I cried out, loud and unbridled, as I came in waves of euphoria.

As I begged to have you inside me, you smiled, lingering a moment more on my throbbing clit, then plunged into me. Pressing your body on top of mine, you reached further, deeper, until you found the space in me that only you knew… Your dexterous fingers urged me toward another release, and I surrendered to you, yearning and ravenous for more… 

“That’s right… come for me,” you commanded, and I did exactly as I was told. 

With our bodies intertwined, you moaned into me, swelling and surging and climaxing with me, until we collapsed in a jumble of lips and limbs, sweaty and spent.

Just as I succumbed to utter relaxation, you made good on your promise.

Taking me by the hips and flipping me over, you knelt beside me and pinned my arms behind my back. Without a word, you set about thrashing my naughty, naked bottom, my ass cheeks jiggling and stinging with the force of each blow. I wriggled and moaned, relishing the agony and the ecstasy…

“Who’s ass is this?” you demanded.

“Ooh, y-yours… it’s… oh… your ass, I promise…”

“And who do your orgasms belong to?” 

“Y-you… they b-belong, oh, god… to you…”

I hadn’t been counting, but apparently you had. When you reached fifteen, you stopped.

“That’s fifteen. Now count the last five spankings out loud, like a naughty little slut who knows what she deserves.”

With a pouty little whimper, I wiggled my ass and nodded in agreement.

“...sixteen… seventeen… oooo, eighteen…. ohhh… nineteen… oh, fuck, ow… twenty.”

“Good girl,” you praised, and I couldn’t help but smile.

As you lay down next to me and draped your arm over my back, I felt the pulsing sting of my ass, and knew that sitting down the next day would leave me with a sharp reminder of what was in store for me when I misbehaved… 

You reached over and turned off the light, then pulled me in close and kissed me. All wrapped up in each other, we drifted off to sleep, basking in the exquisite, unequivocal warmth of dominion and surrender.


More by Eva Monroe:

After Hours
Alone Time
The Art of Seduction
At Your Service

Coming Home
Dream Come True

How to Treat a Naughty Girl
In The Morning
Punished at the Office

Slave Training

To Sir, With Lust
Where I Belong

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Eva Monroe

Eva Monroe is a gal’s gal, guy’s gal, gal about town. She has a very active imagination and lots of opinions and frequently writes those things down. From screenplays to news articles to academic essays, Eva loves taking on the challenge of writing in new mediums, and her smut-tastic adventures with Bellesa are some of the most fun she’s ever had. Eva also co-produced two award-winning short films and has an MFA in screenwriting. Eva Monroe is not her real name.