Discipline and Desire
At the end of every winter season Thylia ached for spring to be here. The cold and snow gone would be gone and replaced by new life, vibrant blooms and wonderful smells. Towards the end of spring she’d get the need to go away and every year it’s always to the same place, the beach. She craved the feel of the warm sand on her bare feet, the smell of salt water taffy being freshly made at the boardwalk and the sound of crashing waves when they kissed the shore hard.
This year she decided she would go for a week alone, needing that time away from everyone and the drama that had been flowing her way like a tidal wave. She hadn’t felt like her self in the past few months with so much going on in her life and a week at the shore she knew would cure everything that had been weighing heavy on her shoulders.
Domination and submission had always been part of her lifestyle, usually she was the more controlling one in her relationships but the tables seemed to turn as of late. She was craving physical domination; she needed to feel pain and to be restrained while another took over her mind, body and soul.
The first night was spent walking the boardwalk; she sat on a bench and just breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly as she looked to the moon almost completely full on the dark horizon. Closing her eyes she heard a few soft voices of passer byes but mostly she loved the sound of the waves as they washed up on the sandy beach.
Night two she dressed in a skimpy outfit and hit a few clubs along the main strip. Normally at home she would go out with her lover and a few close friends, but tonight it was her and her alone. Thylia wasn’t looking for anything special, she was just looking to relax and forget her current life and the drowning feeling that she felt.
Wandering into a small bar at the end of the strip she felt slightly uneasy but not enough to turn around ad walk out. She looked around and felt over dressed as most of the people were bikers and they dressed the part. She took a seat at the end of the bar, she could feel eyes upon her but she didn’t care, let them look she thought.
Ordering a drink she sipped it slowly enjoying the taste. The next few were bought by guys in the bar and she didn’t turn them down. The drinks were flowing and she had a thirst. By two AM. Her head was in a slight fog and most of the bikers had left. Turning her head she looked a few seats down and there sat a pretty big guy compared to her. Thylia was 5’5, 134 pounds and was pretty toned. This guy was about 6’4, 280 and built like a brick shitter. He wore a lot of leather and from what she took in he was a mean son of a bitch. He was the type of guy you didn’t want to piss off, the type of guy she was itching to have tie her up and submit to.
With a few drinks and shots in her she felt the need to live dangerous and she knew approaching him in a cocky fashion and pissing him off might do the trick and if it didn’t she would either be tossed aside or maybe even hurt or laughed at but she was willing to take the chance. Why should she give a shit, she wouldn’t see him again.
Thylia stood up and made her way down the bar, there was roughly five pretty drunken people, her, the guy they called Big Daddy and the tender left. Stopping close to him he turned his head and looked at her, her dress was form fitting and her heels were every man’s wet dream, six inch fuck-me stilettos. Big Daddy’s eyes moved up and down her checking her out before he opened his mouth and spoke. “What the fuck are you doing here? Seems to me your in the wrong place.”
His voice was deep and she could feel her pussy grow wet just at the sound of it. Thylia planned to say mean things to him to get him all fired up and angry but when she parted her soft red colored lips nothing came out, every thought she had flew right out the window. All she could do was stand there looking to this massive man that could snap her in two with his thumb and finger. Big Daddy just sat there drinking his beer and staring at her. It was as if a light bulb went off in his head and he suddenly was in hers reading her thoughts.
“Slut, you been very bad tonight,” he said and looked her over once more. “I bet your husband or boyfriend would be upset if he knew his classy woman was in a biker bar looking for dick huh?” He laughed a deep sinister laugh. “You sure picked the wrong place to wander into slut.” He turned his head and looked at the tender behind the bar washing the glasses as I stood there not sure what I was getting myself into but I wasn’t about to turn around and run either.
He didn’t need to say anything as the tender and him made eye contact and the tender just nodded his head in a yes fashion. Big daddy stood up and towered Thylia, he took a big gulp of his beer and finished it off. Looking down to her she could see this dirty-minded smirk on his face. “Let’s go into the back room and discuss why a slut such as your self is here.”
“Follow slut.” He said to her not even looking at her as he walked to the back room and she willingly followed. As fucked up as the whole situation could turn out Thylia’s snatch was dripping wet and she could feel it between her thighs with each step she took as she walked behind him.
Once she walked into the back room she looked around seeing a few pool tables, dart games hanging on the walls, card tables and they were all empty at that hour of the morning. Also on the walls were a bunch of kinky sexual pictures and a vast array of ‘toys’ hanging on the walls as decorations.
Immediately he walked to the far back wall as she stood there waiting for what was to happen next as she could see him grabbing something but she couldn’t tell exactly what till he turned and walked back to her. Thylia noticed the police handcuffs he held in his thick fingers. He stared into her eyes, “get that damn goody two-shoes fucking dress off now bitch. You’re not as innocent as you look slut,” he said to her.
Thylia knew he was going to be exactly what she needed, wanted and craved. “Yes Sir” she said and stripped the dress off exposing her full body to him. He walked around her, grabbing the dress and tossing it on the table as he inspected the slut. He grumbled about her wearing no panties or bra. “Slut does need punished.”
“Yes Sir this slut does need punished.” Thylia replied feeling his eyes casting over every inch of her slender body. Her voice cracked as she spoke. For the first time in years she was now the one getting her arms yanked behind her back and feeling the cold steel close around her thin wrists. He reached and slapped her breasts, first the left and then the right making her whimper and squirm, making her crave more as her cunt twitched in pleasure and her nipples turned rock fucking hard. They were so hard they were like diamonds and she could cut glass with them both.
“Only whores and sluts don’t wear panties. Whores look for money and sluts looks to suck cock and get fucked hard. Which are you a whore or slut?” he asked as he walked around her. She felt his foot quickly move between her fuck-me heels and her feet parted wide. His hand came up between her thighs and he slapped her cunt lips from behind. “I said whore or slut…which the fuck are you?” His voice was rougher, more of an angry tone.
“S-slut Sir!” Thylia yelled out and quickly gasped a breath sucking one in and exhaling slowly. Fuck she thought she was going to cum right then and there when he slapped her dripping pussy.
He placed a large rough feeling hand on the soft skin of her shoulder and pressed her to her knees before him so that her face was right in front of his zipper. He watched her lower like a submissive slut, he was glad she strolled in, he was needing his dick sucked and he was feeling restless. This bitch to him was what he called ‘high class’. He was used to biker bitches and she was way up on the scale compared to the normal drunken loose bar whores around at that hour. He barked another order to her, “Unzip me with your teeth slut.”
Thylia leaned in and eagerly did as told. She was like an anxious starving cock sucker kneeling there almost salivating for his cock. She took the tab of the zipper between her teeth and yanked it down slowly. It slipped from her teeth only once before she had it down fully. As soon as it was all the way down his sizable fat dick popped out of the opening and she immediately placed her soft warm lips around the head and began a little tongue action to tease him.
He immediately pulled his hips back yanking his cock from her lips. He hated doing it as he loved the softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth. Thylia felt a slap to her face, nothing real hard and felt two more following. Once again he smacked her breasts this time harder than he did the first time making her bite her bottom lip and hold back a cry. “Did I give you permission slut to suck my cock?” he asked her.
“No S-Sir…” she replied back and he could hear a soft moan from behind her closed lips. Thylia squirmed, feeling her pussy lips grind together, her clit swollen and slipping out part her parted thick petals. Thylia loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and knew it would feel even better in her cunt.
“Listen slut, you ask first and if I think you’re worthy of sucking my dick I’ll feed it to you. Right now I think you need a good fucking spanking to remind you of your role here with me.” With those words said he reached and grabbed a chair from a table close by and brought it closer and he sat down like the proud and cocky man he was. Thylia felt her long tress grabbed as he literally yanked her off her knees and pulled her across his lap.
His rock hard cock was sticking upwards pushing against her flat taut stomach; there was no way she could miss feeling it by far. She wanted to move, she wanted it to be pushed hard into her cunt but there was no way she could have that happen, he wasn’t going to allow that and Thylia knew it.
As Thylia began to squirm around over his lap rubbing his rigid cock against her naked belly he began to sank her and he spanked her hard. They were far from love taps and she wasn’t sure if he really knew his own strength or not but his hand sliced through the air and when it connected with her ass a loud flesh to flesh sound occurred and echoed in the backroom.
Big daddy had so much muscle in his shoulder, his arm that when he came down with his hand she knew he most likely couldn’t help coming down hard like a sledge hammer. Thylia was sure that the tender could hear the smacks, even the drunken people most likely heard and knew what was happening. Her ass hurt, it felt like her flesh was on fire. Thylia whimpered and sucked in each breath hard and held it as he spanked her. Tears began to well up in her eyes but in the same token she was sure he knew what he was doing to her, driving her crazy with the need to be fucked.
It was one whack after another, each one caused her ass to redden darker and darker as his hand prints covered over the one creamy ivory flesh. Thylia screamed and twitched, he grabbed her hair within his fist and held her there letting her body move like a wiggling, slithering snake upon his lap. He toned body glistened with sweat as he moved his eyes over the beautiful little slut and he knew the moisture caused the smacks to sting even worse than they would normally. His hand smoothed all over her rounded red cheeks as he could hear her whimper in pain as he did. “Does this fuck slut still was my dick?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Y-yes-s-s please…Sir” she cried out as he turned her head using her hair looking into her eyes. He spread her sweaty thighs and slid his large hand down between them and felt her sopping wet cunt. His cock was rock hard but he knew giving her fully what she wanted wouldn’t bring her back to him again and he could read Thylia, she would return.
“Such as shame slut won’t be getting it…” and with that said he began to spank her again, and again. Each time his hand connected with her ass a loud crack sounded within the room. Thylia screamed and cried our some more but only this time it wasn’t from the pain…this time the sounds were hers as she could feel her orgasm rip through her body as she came there lying across his lap. H knew what was happening, he had counted on her cumming and she did just as he wanted.
Big Daddy yanked her up and he stood looking to her as he told her to dress. Thylia wanted so bad to return the favor, to be his cock whore, to feel his fat rock-hard cock in her but he wouldn’t allow it. Once they go themselves together he reached and grabbed her hair once again and wrapped it around his fingers, turning her head he looked deep into her eyes as he spoke.
“Slut will be back, you need to be disciplined, and you crave my cock in your mouth, to suck it and to feel it in your cunt…” after his words ended he kissed her mouth hard and released her. He felt a grin move across his lips as he walked out leaving her standing there alone to give her self that last once over before she walked out into the bar.
Nothing was said, she quickly gathered her self together, her purse over her shoulder and quickly walked out of the back room and right out the front door never looking his way as he sat at the bar again with a beer.
Once outside she stopped and a huge smile appeared upon her face. Thylia realized that after all the years of giving the whippings she found her place. The raw heat and the reality of the experience with this man was amazing. He put her in her place; he stood up to her and knocked her down to where she wanted to be…needed to be.
Thylia took in a deep breath and released it slowly before she headed back to the motel. The breezed held a chill and felt good against her sweaty flesh. The smile wouldn’t leave her face as she ran the whole thing back through her head while she walked along the boardwalk. To Thylia the raw heat and the reality of the experience with his was amazing. It felt like she caught on fire inside and out, something she had never felt before like the orgasm she had that rippled through her out of nowhere. It hit like a winter’s storm that comes out of the blue, no warning and drops a ton of unexpected snow.
The frantic desire to get fucked had never been so intense. She now knew that whatever relations hip she was currently in was over, she found a man that she had been looking for and as long as he cared to dominate and control her she would gladly be there waiting patiently. The sun began to rise in the distance, it was kissing the night good-bye and a new wonderful day was to start. Thylia opened her room and as she closed the door behind her she undressed and collapsed on the bed, her ass was still very sore but she knew if she was returning to see him again she needed sleep. Her eyes closed and sleep found her letting her mind drift like an ocean wave of what was to come that night…in more ways than one.