This is for the copy of Rock Band, submitted by one of the contestants. Read the story below and vote on how hot it is, between 1 (not so hot) and 5 (I orgasmed just reading it). The winning story is the one with the largest *cumulative* (giggle) score. Anyone can vote!
I was so ashamed. Once again, I had arrived late. Realizing how much I must have disappointed my master, I prostrated myself before him, knowing punishment was to come.
Firmly taking hold of me, my master bound my wrists and ankles, ensuring I could not defend myself or flee from his justice. Not that I would have tried though, as I knew the only possible outcome from impertinence such as mine was a richly deserved punishment. And though on one level I dreaded it, I was also eager to receive it, as I knew it was no more than what I deserved.
Stretching me across his knee, my master lifted my skirt. Ever so slowly he slid it up my hips, gradually exposing me, with my anticipation and dread of what was to come building to an unbearable level as each interminable second passed. Just as this slowness made me simultaneously hope the punishment would never come and yet also not be able to bear its delay any further, my master forcefully yanked my panties down to my knees. Almost before I could gasp in shock at the suddenness of that motion, a paddle smacked into my ass, the blunt impact driving home the reminder of how very bad I had been, making my master wait for me.
Over and over my master paddled me, matching my torment second for second for how long I had made him wait. All the while, as he repeatedly drove his point home with the slap of the paddle, he reminded me of how bad I had been, and how from now on he expected me to behave myself and do what I was told. Even worse though than the force of the paddle or the humiliating reminder of my behavior was that in between spanks he let his fingers brush against my cunt. His touch teased me with the hope that the punishment would end, that he would forgive me, and reward my contrition with the ecstasy of his caress and thrust. But then that hope was dashed by the crack of the paddle against my ass, reminding me I didn’t deserve such a gift. Endlessly this continued – the smack of the paddle, the tease of the touch. But lest I become numb to any repetitive cycle, my master occasionally shocked my senses with a tweak of a nipple, a bite or pinch of flesh, a darting of fingers inside me, never knowing whether I could next expect painful desire or delicious agony.
My master’s varied tortures continued for a seeming eternity until my ass was red and tender, my cunt dripping, and my body writhed with every touch of hand and paddle. But finally satisfied that I did truly regret the error of my ways, my master offered me penance. Sliding me off his knee, he knelt me in front of him. Pressing his cock against my lips, I gently took it into my mouth. First I traced its every contour with my tongue. With each curve and ripple of its shape impressed into my memory, I began to suck at it, feeling its firm resistance to the pressure of my tongue and mouth. As my master twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer, I swallowed his rigid shaft as far as I could. Imagining he was thrusting himself into my cunt, my throat muscles contracted with lust. Pulling away only briefly to gasp for air, I plunged myself back down, the unyielding strength of my master’s cock again penetrating deeply into my throat. Repeating my retreat and advance against the force of his shaft, over and over again I dove against it. With each lunge, caress of the tongue, or delicious suckling, I felt my master’s forgiveness for my misdeeds grow.
Before I knew it, my master decided I had proven myself enough and it was time to reward me for my repentance. Easing himself out of my mouth he bent me over onto my hands and knees. With my wrists and ankles still bound so I wouldn’t be distracted by the impulse of attempting to please him, my master stepped around behind me. Whimpering with relief at his forgiveness and anticipation of his gracious reward, I ached with desire for him thrusting inside me. Then I felt his hands forcefully grab hold of my hips as he brought his cock up against my throbbing cunt. Finding his goal, he drove inside me so savagely I cried out in ecstasy. Easing back and then pulling himself towards me with his grip on my hips, he plunged into me repeatedly, each time slamming so deep and hard I felt split wide open. Again and again he thrust, driving me past waves of orgasm so intense my whole body burned with desire for him to never, ever stop…