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  Six weeks later everything was still great, except for his growing hunger for Danica. Every time when he masturbated, he imagined having sex with her. Which happened a lot more frequently since her arrival. In his dreams, she was the one who slept spooned next to him, not Sarah. It was Danica’s smell that drove him mad, not his dead wife’s memory. It didn’t take too long before his fantasy took her to his ‘special’ room in the basement.

  It was his and his wife’s secret. He had never talked about it to anyone, not even to Michael. It was where he punished Sarah, where they played Dom and Sub. It was where they both were free of taboo and inhibitions. It was where he wanted to take Danica every time he saw her collar tattoo.

  But it was just his fantasy.

  Until now. Last night he spent an hour there ‘imagining’ various ways to tie her up and pleasure her, punish her.

  Suddenly he was sure he left the door unlocked.

  Damn it!

  He forgot to lock the door, and today was laundry day.

  He hurriedly switched to the basement camera. There she was, already folding his laundry. The big laundry basket sat just next to the door of his ‘room’. He zoomed in.

  Shit!

  The door wasn’t even fully closed. He was just about to call her with some lame excuse to leave the laundry where it was when she picked up the basket.

  Something must have caught Danica’s attention because she lowered the basket back to the floor and opened the door.

  She stood there for long seconds before she disappeared from his view.

  Damn it! Damn it!

  Then he remembered that he did have a camera there. It was not active; he didn’t want any accidental look or recording. He just needed his password to bring it back to life. What was it...? Oh, yes.

  The bloody thing had to be updated before he could fire it up. It took minutes, but finally, the camera came back to life.

  Kurt’s jaw nearly hit his desk.

  Danica was bent over on the spanking horse. She spread her legs as if they were tied to its legs. Her left hand was also on the device. Her right one, however, was busy pleasing her pussy.

  Kurt zoomed in. The first time since he installed the system, he was happy that he had bought the premium model. The twenty times HD zoom gave her a perfect view.

  She ran a single finger from her clit to her lips then to her ass and Kurt thought he saw her shiver in delight. She went back to her clit, massaging it, spanking it. She kept pleasuring herself for minutes.

  Kurt could stand it no more. He locked his door and lowered the blinds. In his chair, he took his already hard cock in his hand. On the screen, Danica switched hands and tactics. She arched her back, so she could penetrate herself with two, three, then with all of her fingers.

  Kurt was pumping madly now. He was so hard, it was almost painful. She was incredibly sexy. He knew her by now. Her tattoo, the way she submitted herself to him with everything. He knew she would want this. She would want to be tied to that horse. This drove him crazy.

  Danica’s whole fist was deep inside her pussy now. She was moving faster and faster. Then she was trembling visibly as her orgasm engulfed her tiny body.

  Kurt felt himself coming. His orgasm was the biggest in two years. His cum shot all the way up to his table and landed on his laptop’s keyboard. It was a healthy dose.

  Damn it!

  He watched Danica come down from the spanking horse, still touching herself gently. She went for her panties and pulled them on.

  Kurt was still stroking himself when his beautiful maid left his secret room.

  He will need a new laptop.

  ***

  The punishment

  Kurt’s blood was still boiling even after he managed to clean more or less his laptop’s keyboard. His mind simply refused to let go of the picture of her beautiful sex, the way she fisted herself into her orgasm. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, spank her and flog her, then soothe her pain, make love to her, then do the whole cycle again. And again. His desire has built up inside him threatening not just his cock to explode, but his mind too. He needed to feel her pain and pleasure, her trembling muscles from his strikes and from her orgasms.

  The violent storm inside him grew as he could only watch her sexy legs in her fishnets, her perfect bottom peeking out under her uniform. Every time she bent over to pick up something from the floor, he could see her panties. A few days ago she began to wear thongs, which drove him mad. Then there was her cleavage. Kurt had never been obsessed with large breasts, not that he has ever enjoyed any. He’s late wife was averagely sized in that department. But her breasts were just perfect in his opinion. Now, however, Danica’s larger ones stirred his desire and fantasies like nothing before.

  He fell for her deeper and deeper with each day. And it wasn’t just about his sexual desires. He felt a connection. She was quiet and extremely submissive, but she was smart and seemed to enjoy their suppers together. She didn’t leave the house, stayed with him even on her day off. Maybe it was only his wishful fantasy, but he thought she was attracted to him as well.

  Kurt felt his erection building up again. That’s it. He must do something, or he would go mad.

  He locked his office and drove home ignoring stop signs and speed limits.

  When he stepped inside his living room, he still didn’t have the faintest idea of what he would do. His heart was beating fast, and he was still painfully aroused. One voice in his head urged him to confess his feelings, while the other one pointed out their age difference and that she was his employee.

  At that moment, Danica walked into the room. Young, beautiful, sexy, perfect. Her pale skin was still flushed from the laundry and from her ‘exercise’ in his room.

  “Good afternoon Kurt,” she smiled at him innocently.

  “Good afternoon Danica.”

  He stepped close to her and opened his mouth. Then closed it. He could not say it, could not ask it.

  “Is everything all right?” she asked with a bit of concern in her sweet voice.

  Kurt’s tongue stubbornly refused to obey both his sensible and his crazy voice in his head. In the long silence, he felt his blood rushing to his face, so he quickly stepped around her and mumbled under his breath. “I sa..., I mean... I need something from the basement.”

  He didn’t look back to see her lips curl into the tiniest smile.

  Instead of locking up the room, he went inside and closed the door behind him. He sat down on the floor with his back against the door. Tears began to roll down on his cheeks and he let his misery overtake him.

  He lost track of time, but his ass felt numb and cold on the tiles.

  There was a gentle knock.

  “Can I come in, please?” Danica asked from the other side.

  Kurt nearly said no. But why? She already knew what was in the room. And didn’t he want to end his suffering one way or another?

  He got up and opened the door.

  They stood looking at each other. But as usual, Danica lowered her gaze to the floor after a few seconds.

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered, “I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.”

  “I... It’s not a...” he was mumbling.

  Damn it.

  “You can punish me.”

  “It’s no...”

  What did she say? Suddenly, Kurt’s heart was in his throat, hammering wildly.

  She still didn’t look at her.

  “Can I call you ‘Master’?” She went on not giving him time to protest. “I know I was a naughty girl, Master. I know I deserve your anger.”

  She put her wrists together as if she was offering them to him to cuff her.

  Kurt’s mind was reeling. His dreams, his most secret desires were a step away, a word away. But how could he? Should he?

  Danica was pleading now, “Please, Master.”

  Then he took that last mental step and said.

  “Do you really want to be punished?”

  His voice was st
ern. This was no joke, no innocent dreaming anymore. If they take the next step, they must do it together.

  “I do,” she answered without hesitating, “I was waiting for you...”

  She couldn’t finish the sentence because he pulled her inside.

  “I don’t want to hear excuses. Come.”

  The room was crowded with bondage furniture. A fisting sling, an inversion table, a rack, a Saint Andrew’s cross, a whipping bench and the spanking horse which she was very familiar with already.

  There were dozens of hooks and chains on the walls and hanging from the ceiling as well. In the red LED light, the place looked rather scary.

  “Take off your dress, everything!” he commanded. “By the time I’m back, I want you to ride ‘your horse’. Naked.”

  Kurt hurried from the room, leaving Danica alone. She was equally excited and scared at the same time. On one hand, his abrupt change was almost scary. And she didn’t know how far he would go. He didn’t know her limits, yet. On the other hand, she desired him, needed him. This was their chance to bond. She had been dreaming of him for weeks. Touching her, teasing her and being her Dom. Her ex was cruel, he didn’t understand what she wanted. Beating her senseless was not something any Sub desired. There was a thin line between pain and pleasure when the body was confused when adrenaline and dopamine took control of the brain. There was a special state of mind and body where she wanted to be, where he needed to take her.

  Kurt came back in a few minutes.

  She was bent over the horse just as she was told. His breath caught in his throat once again. She was breathtaking. Her rounded ass cheeks and her butterfly lips were ever so slightly open as her shapely legs straddled the horse. She kept her hands down on both sides as well. Her breasts were pressed against the ridge of the furniture, making them protruding sideways.

  Kurt’s cock was fully erect, lifting his only piece of clothing he wore, a leather loincloth.

  He quickly and expertly tied her ankles to the horse, then moved to the front.

  Danica’s eyes grew wide as she saw his member. She only had a glimpse of it under his... Loincloth? But he was beautifully big, at least ten inches and thick.

  He secured her wrists next. Once he finished, she could barely move.

  He stood up in front of her, his face serious.

  “You have been a really, really bad girl. Now, I’ll teach you how to behave!”

  She nodded meekly.

  “But first, we need rules.”

  She nodded again.

  “I want you to think of a ‘safe word’. There will be nothing else to stop me, even if you are crying or screaming.”

  “Panda.”

  “What?”

  “Panda is my safe word,” she said in her cutest voice. “I love pandas,” she added for explanation.

  “Right... Ok, the other rule is that you must do whatever I command while we are in this room. If not, there will be more punishment. And it’ll be a lot more painful.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I’ll not gag you the first time, so you’ll be able to say your safe word.”

  She nodded again. Her heart was beating faster with every second as her inevitable punishment got closer and closer. She was desperate to know what he’ll choose. A crop? A whip? She was so aroused by now that she felt her juices trickling down between her pussy lips. Her nipples ached for his touch, and her clit was literally on fire. She tried to rub her little center of pleasure against the horse with little success.

  Kurt tied a black velvet blindfold over her eyes, so she could not see his expression when he delivered his punishment. That would come later, much later and only if they have a future together.

  Danica felt the warmth of his muscular body as he covered her eyes, his scent, his strong hands holding her head. She dreamt of this moment since the first days she moved in.

  Kurt gently ran his hand down on her neck, then kept going on her spine, all the way to her bottom.

  Danica shivered in joy, every touch was a caress to her body and soul. When he grabbed her ass and instead of smacking it hard, he kissed her cheek, she almost whimpered in frustration. Not that she didn’t love it, but she was already aroused.

  Then she heard him making noise at the wall, choosing his equipment.

  “Twenty lashes for disobeying,” he said matter of fact.

  She was still waiting for him to finish his speech when the first blow landed on her pale skin. She cried out more from her surprise than from the pain. A warm-up?

  “Count it!”

  “Yes, Master. One.”

  The second blow was a lot harder, it was real pain this time, but she swallowed it. No warm-up then.

  “Two.”

  The next few strikes were even stronger. They left pink lines on her soft rounded cheeks then quickly turned red.

  “Six...” she forced the word between clenched teeth. God, it hurt. Tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes. But she didn’t scream, didn’t beg. All the while, her body ached for his touch.

  Kurt was completely mad with desire. He stroked his cock while he whipped her ass. He watched her body tense before every blow. Her muscles cramp in vain trying to be ready. But her pussy was dripping wet, and he heard her moans between the gasps what the pain brought to her sexy lips.

  After the tenth strike, he paused and put his hand on her flaming cheeks. She felt her trembling.

  “Please, Master...” she said almost begging. “Touch me, if it pleases you... Please.”

  “Are you going to obey in the future?”

  “I will, I promise,” she nodded as well. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

  Kurt’s hand slid between her cheeks, down to her swollen pussy. He pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit.

  Danica let out the sexiest moan. Her slim restrained body wriggled helplessly under his touch.

  “Ahhhhh...! Please, Master... Ooooh God!”

  Kurt nearly lost his will to finish the beating and take her from behind. But that was not the way.

  “Ten extra strikes for trying to cheat.”

  “No, please!” she pleaded.

  Then she screamed as he hit her very hard on the same spot where her skin was raw already.

  “Aaaaah... Eleven.”

  Kurt was careful not to make the same mistake, whipping her lower and higher until her whole ass was red.

  “Twenty-five... Ahhh! Please stop! Please, I can’t... I can’t...” she pleaded pitifully now.

  Kurt almost fell for it. But she didn’t use her safe word. So he kept going.

  Danica’s backside was red hot agony. But she welcomed the burning sensation. Her arousal was elevated to new heights. His earlier touch on her sex and the longing in his voice was intoxicating. She knew he was close to making his last step. To claim her with not just his whip but with his body as well.

  “Thirty,” she gasped as a few teardrops rolled down on her cheek.

  Kurt dropped his whip to the floor and positioned himself behind Danica. Then his loincloth ended up next to the whip.

  She was whimpering continuously. “Please... Please... Please.”

  And he couldn’t wait for a second longer.

  Kurt gently pushed the head of his cock between her lips. They both moaned at the first penetration. It was always the best. After so long, their bodies joined in pleasure.

  He pushed himself deeper into her tight pussy. She was so incredibly sexy and wet. Her little whimperings were real, he knew it. She loved it. He loved her.

  Danica’s world almost exploded when he finally entered her. His huge cock filled her out, claimed her, pushed her into ecstasy. She knew she was going to come soon. Her orgasm was building up in her since the first blow landed on her ass.

  “Go... oh... ple... ase... yeeeees,” she mumbled unintelligibly.

  Kurt banged her hard forcing his shaft all the way to her cervix. Her moans grew louder with every stroke. He felt her body tense fr
om her closing orgasm, so he doubled his effort. At the same time, he reached for her clit and massaged her with the rhythm of his thrusts.

  Danica came violently and with a cry, “Fuuuuuuuck!”

  She was coming and coming. Her relief swept her senses away. She didn’t even hear him groaning from his own release. She was on fire now. She was the fire. Wave after incredible wave of pleasure rolled across her body. It was the most amazing feeling.

  Kurt heard her screaming from her orgasm and felt her muscles tightening around his cock. At the same time, he felt as his seed began to rise from his balls. He grabbed her hips with both hands and exploded inside her. He pushed into her again and again, pumping her full with his seed.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he shouted.

  The room fell silent save from their heavy breathing. Kurt pulled out from her and kneeled down. Her beautiful pink pussy was gaping, still dripping from their mixed juices. He licked her hungrily, slurping up every trickle, every drop of moisture.

  Danica came back to her senses with another moan as he cleaned her swollen sex.

  “Oh, Master... oooh.”

  Somehow, she was still aroused. His tongue on her lips began to stir her insides once again. This was new. She always needed at least a few minutes or more before her body could react again.

  Kurt freed her limbs when he licked her clean and helped her off the spanking horse.

  She wanted to kiss him everywhere. She hasn’t seen him naked before, but her imagination was quite right. He was lean, all muscles. Not the bulging gym kind, more like an ancient tribe man who spent his time hunting. His black hair was still free of any grey, and his dark eyes were looking at her with burning desire.

  His cock was still half erect and wet from their sex. Danica dropped to her knees and began to lick it, kiss it. Then her lips sealed around his shaft. She sucked him gently while her tongue caressed the sensitive crown of the head.

  Kurt felt his lust reigniting. He was not done. Not yet.