1. Punizione


    Date: 11/26/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Source: LushStories

    “You’re a fucking asshole!” she screams at me, her voice peppered with venom. I sternly stare at her, wait a moment and calmly reply, “I’m the asshole?” She drops her head and her eyes stare blankly at the floor. Her shoulders slump forward and she nervously fidgets with her fingers. She knows to remain silent and wait for me to finish what I have to say to her. I calmly continue, “You go out and fuck some wannabe badass, douchebag. And I’m the asshole?” She lifts her head ever so slightly, bursting at the seams to plead her case. She knows she is not allowed to speak till I give her permission to. My stern stare made that perfectly clear to her. She fights back both tears and sobs. “What if you got hurt, Elizabeth?” I ask her. The genuine concern is unmistakable in my voice. Held back tears flow down her reddened cheeks. She begins to sob uncontrollably. I fight back my own urge to take her in my arms and let her cry for as long as she needs to. Let her shed as many tears as it takes, to purge herself of the torment inside her. “You promised that you would come to me first, if you ever wanted to fuck someone else. Not after the fact. I do thank you for owning up to it, Elizabeth. We agreed that I would meet with them and make a decision. Your safety is always my first concern. I am not angry with you, I am angry and hurt at what you have done,” I continue. I remain silent for a few moments and then say to her, “You may speak now.” Her voice cracks and changes pitch with each ...
    word. Her reply is filled with long pauses and sobs, “I’m so sorry. You were away for two weeks. We all got so drunk at Chrissy’s birthday party... I’m so sorry. It took longer for him to put on the condom, than to finish.” “Well, at least you practiced safe sex. I know you are very sorry, Elizabeth. Now you have a choice to make. Either you agree to the punishment or we end it,” I reply. “Call me when you have made your decision,” I turn and make my way to her door. In a small voice, Elizabeth cries out after me, “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.” I stop at the door, my hand on the door knob and my forehead against the door. “You hurt me a lot,” I reply, and leave. The punishment she has to agree to is harsh. She has to find someone to be my sub for a session. She has to watch, seated in a chair. If she gets out of the chair before I decide the session is over, I will end our almost five year relationship. On the elevator ride down to the lobby of her condo my mind wanders to when we met. I met Elizabeth at work. She did a summer internship with the company I worked at. She was twenty two, in her last year of university. I was forty years old and had been divorced for five years. Her beauty struck me the first time I saw her. A tall, slim brunette, with a fire in her eyes that begged to be fed. She was, and still is, a notorious flirt. At a company night out that summer, I was at the bar watching her dance with Chrissy. Elizabeth noticed me staring at her. She walked up to me ...
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