Love, Lies and Punishment (Part 7 of Series)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 22: Good Girl
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 22: Good Girl - The 7th story in my Infidelity series about how I cheated on my BF, got involved with the guy I cheated with for 6.5 months and what started as a mistake, became an affair and then slowly turned into my loss of self and degradation. This 7th story takes place about 7 weeks after I first cheated. Be sure to read the previous stories for this to make sense.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual True Story Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Enema Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Water Sports Public Sex
“Get up and bend over the table. You have seven more.”
“Please...” I begged and went to my knees in front of him, naked and crying, half of me wet from lying in my piss. I could feel the welts on my ass pulling when I sat back on my heels, and I apologized like the floor was the only place left for it.
“I never meant to hurt you. I did. I know I did. Please forgive me, please let me prove it. Please let me show you. I will show you.”
I was frantic, desperate. My hands were on his pants, fumbling with the button, the zipper, his pants shoved down; his cock was rock hard from what he had just done to me. I got it in my mouth. I wanted him happy. I would do anything he wanted. I just needed the rest of the night to be this and not leather.
“I just want to be a good girl for you,” I stated when I pulled off of him for the length of the sentence, and went back down.
The burning pain in my ass was harsh enough to make my eyes water. I ignored it. I attacked his cock like I was starved. My lips were tight around him, my tongue working the underside, taking him deep and then deeper; drool ran down my chin. There was no slow, careful worship in this blowjob; I was aggressive in my work, putting in everything I had left in me to avoid having to bend over that table again. I looked up at him. His face was not soft. I did not ask it to be.
I pulled off, gasping, a string of spit between my lip and the head of him.
“You can do whatever you want.” I offered, and I meant it. “You can fuck my face. You can fuck my throat as hard as you want. Just no more belt. Please. No more belt.”
I went back down.
He took me at my word.
His hand fisted cruelly in my hair, and the next thrust was not mine. He yanked my head and his cock into my mouth and did not stop at the back of it. My throat opened because it had to, a thick, brutal push, and I gagged, eyes streaming, nose pressed to him before he pulled back and did it again. Hard. A rhythm that was only for him and no consideration for me. I choked, I gagged, I almost puked. Spit poured over my lips and onto my breasts and the floor. Snot ran from my nose as he used my throat the way he had used the belt, steady, deep, merciless. He would pull my face onto his stomach and hold me there while I slapped his thighs over and over, and then he would pull my head back just enough to give me one breath before shoving my head back down. If I did not take him deep enough, he would hit the back of my head with his other fist, both to remind me and to force the last amount down. The gagging sounds were ugly and constant. My jaw ached, my throat hurt, my ass burned every time I shifted. I tried to keep my eyes up when I could. I wanted him to see I was taking it.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.