Chapter 3

Mark sat there on the sofa as Traci got undressed. She slowly peeled away her clothes, hoping to prolong things somehow. But Mark was patient and he had all the time in the world. He knew that the longer she took, the more her imagination would work on her and the anticipation would make her crazy. What was running through her mind would be worse than anything he had planned for her!

Finally she had shed all the clothes she was supposed to and stood before him clad only in her panties. She shivered, even though the woodstove was going and the inside of the cabin was warm and toasty.

Mark rose from the sofa and stood, then walked past her to the closet at the base of the stairs. He knelt down and got something out of the basket under the bottom shelf, then walked over to stand directly under the loft railing.

“Come here, young lady,” he said in a low tone. She walked over to where he stood and he spun her around so her back was to the living room. He then proceeded to tie one of the ropes he had brought from the closet to her wrist using a triple-looped French bowline knot.

“I may not have the fancy bondage equipment I’m sure you have seen on the Internet, but I know how to tie a knot!” he said. He then threw the remaining rope up over the loft railing, and repeated the whole thing with her other hand.

“Stay right here, don’t you move!” he warned her. Then he went upstairs and threaded the ropes around the bottom of the railing uprights, far enough apart so that Traci’s arms were spread wide and she was pulled fully outstretched and almost up on her tip-toes. He came back downstairs to survey his work.

“That ought to hold you,” he said. He rubbed his hand over her bare ass cheek. He liked the soft feel of her flesh and the satiny quality of her tender skin. “Mmmm...”

Traci closed her eyes as he touched her. She so wanted to respond, she ached to have him touch her more ... and in different places. But this was supposed to be a punishment and she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it. But she was! Oh God, she was loving this! She tilted her head back and bit her bottom lip, trying to hold her moan in.

“You were a very naughty girl yesterday weren’t you, slut?” he began, “You know why we are doing this don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me, slut.”

“I-I came ... without your permission Sir,” she said, breathing harder now. His hand kept massaging her ass and it was all she could do to keep still. She didn’t want to give any indication she was thoroughly enjoying this.

“Yes, you did. And while I am glad you were able to reach orgasm, doing so without permission, even though I specifically told you not to, constitutes disobedience and that cannot go unpunished,” he said.

“N-no Sir,” Traci said in a breathy voice, very nearly moaning the words.

“I am going to spank you then, and afterwards, we will forget this infraction and go on with your vacation, understood? There will be no more talk about it. I do not want this to ruin your good time here,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Mark then drew his hand back away from her ass cheek and Traci tensed, waiting for the inevitable. Mark held his hand back for a moment then...

SMACK! His hand landed on her soft ass cheek and left an angry red handprint where it struck her pale ass.

“Oh!” Traci gasped in shock.

Mark rubbed the spot where he swatted her a bit, soothing it a little before continuing.

SMACK! He swatted her ass again, this time on the other cheek and leaving a matching handprint on that side.

“Owch!” she said, shaking in her bonds a bit. Mark smiled at the way her pale skin contrasted with the red handprint that arose from it. He rubbed the second handprint for a couple moments.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Mark laid four quick swats, two per side, to her ass without a break in between. Traci squealed when she realized he wasn’t stopping after the first one and she stomped her feet, trying to work out the pain signals coming from her ass.

“Now that you are warmed up a little, shall we get started?” Mark said with a mocking tone.

Get started? she thought, What the hell did he think he had done already?

Mark let fly with a barrage of swats, 14 in all, alternating seven on each cheek. He didn’t stop or even pause until they were all delivered and Traci danced as they rained down upon her. Traci squealed, then screamed as Mark swatted her ass, but he was determined to reach his goal and nothing she could do was going to phase him.

As Mark stopped his punishment momentarily, Traci panted and wriggled, working through the searing pain in her ass. Mark began rubbing her ass as before, but this time his hand moved lower, between her legs, and he found what he suspected ... Traci’s panties were soaked!

“My dear, are you ENJOYING this?” he said with a taunting voice. He rubbed her sopping crotch as she moaned.

“Ohhhgaawd...” Traci moaned long and loud. This was the first time she had experienced bondage the way she always dreamed it to be. Tied and teased. Open and vulnerable to the will of a Dominant and at his mercy. A slave to whatever he wished for her.

Mark moved up close behind her. He reached around her to the front of her panties and slid his hand under her drenched garment and found her dripping pussy. He began fingering her as Traci spread her legs wider to allow him access.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you? Imagine getting wet while being spanked!” he hissed into her ear.

“Ohhhh...” Traci moaned again. Marks hand was working magic on her and Traci felt her legs becoming weak and her knees about to buckle.

“Are you my slut, Traci?” he growled soft and low.

“Yesss...” Traci whimpered.

“Tell me. Beg me to be my slut,” he taunted her.

Traci knew what he was doing. She had read BDSM stories where the Dominant humiliated and degraded the submissive by making her beg for him to do something to her or to make her cum. She knew that Mark wanted her to beg and truth be told she wanted it just as much.

“Please Sir ... please make me your slut! Oh, please ... I want to be your slut, your whore ... I want to be your slave slut, Sir. Please ... please...” she moaned as his fingers strummed her throbbing, swollen clit.

“You are my little slave slut, aren’t you my dear?” he growled.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” she cried. She was shaking in her bonds now. Hearing herself beg and plead to be treated like this was an incredible turn on and she was going insane with lust.

“Yes, you are. You are my dirty little slave slut, aren’t you?” he said, continuing to drive her passions higher by fingering her slobbering pussy. “You like the way I’m fingering your cunt, slut? I’ll bet you would love to cum right about now wouldn’t you?”

“Oh God yes, Sir! Oh please, please make me cum! Oh fuck, I need to cum!” she cried loudly at his suggestion.

Mark suddenly stopped what he was doing and walked away from the bound girl, leaving her panting and hanging limp from her wrists, her legs unable to fully support her weight. She was covered in sweat and swinging ever so slightly, moaning her disappointment that he stopped right at the crucial moment. She was so close ... so close.

Mark returned with a few more items from the closet. He placed the things at her feet where she could see them. He had brought a few more lengths of rope, a couple small spring clamps, and what looked like a small spatula. She could guess what the rope was for but the spatula and clamps puzzled her.

Mark didn’t speak; he just approached her and quite abruptly jerked her panties down to her ankles, removing them from her feet and putting them over her head with the large wet spot right in front of her nose. She couldn’t help but smell her own musky scent and the smell along with the humiliation of wearing her panties like this sent her to a whole new level of carnality.

Traci moaned and gently swayed back and forth in her ropes, her senses bombarding her tattered mind. Meanwhile, Mark was busy tying a rope to her ankle and when he finished, he pulled her legs apart and tied them off to posts that held up the loft above.

With her tied in a spread-eagle position now, she was totally helpless, totally vulnerable, and totally his. He could access every part of her front and rear.

He stood in front of the reeling, lust-drunk girl. Grabbing her cheeks roughly, he said, “Now then, slut ... it’s time to finish your punishment.” He picked up one of the small metal spring clamps and opened the jaws. The tips were rubber covered and he used them around the cabin to hold up tarps and other odd jobs. Now they would be used on the errant slut.

In the highly aroused state she was already in, Traci’s nipples were already rock hard and eager for attention. He took one between his fingers and rolled it a bit gently tugging on it to get it even more excited.

Then he put one of the clamps on it snapping it a bit and making Traci gasp in shock and pain. The clamps weren’t real powerful but they were definitely strong enough to make Traci feel it. She tipped her head back and her mouth dropped open as he applied the clamp.

“So you feel that do you, slut? Well get used to them – you will be wearing them often,” he said. Then he rolled the second nipple between his fingers and put the second clamp on, this time Traci moaned as the clamp was applied. He tugged on them to make sure they were secure and smiled.

Then he reached down to part her pussy lips, and Traci whimpered, shaking her head. Her eyes widened in fear. “Don’t worry my dear, I am not clamping your clit ... you wouldn’t be able to bear it and I don’t want to hurt you. No, I have other plans for this little button of yours,” he said as he fingered her slick, pulsing love nub.

Traci rolled her hips grinding against his hand as she moaned and tossed her blonde head back and forth. He was really driving her insane now and she didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“Ohhhh ... Gaaawwwdd ... Ohhhhh...” she moaned in her delirium. She could feel herself slipping away, leaving the planet as she soared higher and higher.

Then suddenly Mark pulled his hand away and Traci felt a searing hot blast to her engorged clit. She squealed and shook her bonds violently as she looked down to see what had interrupted her bliss so violently. Mark had taken a skinny silicon spatula, the type you use to get mayonnaise or something out of a jar and smacked her swollen clit with it hard!

“Owww! Ohh Fuck!” she cried out, pitching and bucking to shake the pain away. Mark quickly replaced the spatula with two fingers shoved up inside her wet pussy. He began using very short very rapid jackhammer-type strokes as he curled his fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot vigorously.

“OHHHHFUUUCKKKKMMEEEE!” Traci screamed as she arched her back and threw her head back. She opened her legs and made fists as she felt herself tipping over the edge.

“Please Sir, Please may I cum? Please! I can’t... OHHHFUUUCKK! I’M CUUMMINGG!”

Traci poured herself out onto the floor of the cabin, flooding his hand as he kept stabbing at her pussy. Her whole body quaked with the force of the orgasm and she shook in her bonds as wave after wave crashed over her.

After a few moments her orgasm passed and she stood there panting with a sheen of sweat over her. Mark didn’t give her much reprieve though, shoving his fingers back into her drooling pussy and resuming his frantic fingering of her. And as before it didn’t take long before Traci screamed out another orgasm.

Two more times he made her cum hard like this before he relented. Traci hung by her wrists, too tired and worn out to stand, gasping for whatever breath she could get in her burning lungs, and dripping sweat and pussy juice onto the huge puddle on the floor under her.

He removed the clips and Traci groaned as the blood returned to her tortured nipples. he rolled them between his fingers again stimulating the blood flow and getting them hard and erect again. Then he stepped around behind her, out of sight.

He returned a couple moments later stepping up behind her. Suddenly Traci screamed again as she felt Mark’s hard, thick cock split her pussy wide open. He began fucking her hard and fast shoving into her deep as he could get then pulling completely out, only to skewer her again just as deep.

He fucked her like this as he reached around and one hand grabbed her throat holding her tight enough that she had to work to breathe. He was claiming her and showing his dominance over her. His other hand moved to her tit, sinking his fingers deep in the soft flesh of her globe. He fucked her hard and he fucked her well.

“I’m going to cum now, slut. I’m going to cum in that naughty, dirty cunt of yours. Are you ready slut?” he growled in her ear.

“OhhhGod! Oh please Sir ... please ... cum in my pussy ... please...” she sobbed. Traci was defeated and she knew it. She belonged to him now, she was his slut, his toy. Any question or hesitation of that fact was gone.

“I want you to cum with me ... I want to feel you cum on my cock as I cum in your cunt. Do you understand? Now cum now slut!” he said as his cock erupted.

“Sssiiirrrr!!” she cried as she came yet again. She didn’t know how she could, but she did as he commanded somehow. She flooded her pussy as his cum mixed with her own. He held her tightly as she writhed and twisted in his strong arms. She felt restrained yet free as she let everything go and just became one with her orgasm.

When she had finished bucking and pitching and hung there exhausted and sucking in great gulps of air, Mark untied her ankles and then held her up with one strong lumberjack arm and untied her wrists.

With her free of her bonds now, she scooped up the played out girl and took her upstairs, laying her on the bed and covering her with the sheet so she wouldn’t get a chill. Then he lay down next to her and watched her until she had recovered and was able to get up on her own.