She shivered a little as she felt the air swirl around the room, signaling that the door had opened. No light filtered in through her thick blindfold, no noise reached her ears despite how hard she strained to hear. Her hands flexed behind her back, the thick rope abrasive against her soft skin. A hand brushed across her cheek, making her jump, heart surging in her chest. She blinked rapidly, waiting for their next move. Fingers trailed down her braid and she whimpered softly.
A hand roughly gripped her face. “Did I tell you to make a noise?” A male voice snapped. She shook her head as much as she could in his grip. “No, I didn’t. So what are you not going to do?”
“Make any noise,” she whispered, and the hand released her to tap her cheek a few times. Clenching and releasing her hands a few times, she forced her heart to calm. She felt a hand wrap around her braid, tugging it down slowly and forcing her head back. For a long moment nothing moved. No sound could be heard over her ragged breaths. And then pain blossomed in her cheek. It took everything in her not to cry out, teeth sinking into her lower lip. Pain exploded in her other cheek, and her hair was released.
Her head dropped forward, hands clenched into fists from the effort of not making any noise. A hand stroked across her hair, as if rewarding her for being good and she sighed softly. The hand slid down, fingers brushing across her heated cheek, and she couldn’t help but to lean into it, chasing that gentle touch. It curled under her chin, tilting her head back, and she felt a pair of lips brush against hers.
Then there was no more touch. No more sound. No matter how hard she strained, she couldn’t hear anybody moving around. Air swirled around the room again, and she couldn’t tell if somebody was entering or leaving. Nothing happened for so long she had to guess that she was alone, and then a hand trailed down her bare back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. A pair of lips followed it and a soft sigh escaped her.
Teeth sank into her ass cheek and without thinking she cried out. She realized what she’d done immediately and froze in place. The following silence was tense, and she found her whole body trembling.
“Bend over,” a different voice growled. She swallowed hard, bending forward at the waist as far as she could without falling, finding it difficult to hold without her arms to catch her balance. A hand wrapped around her throat, steadying her and forcing her to bend farther.
“What did I tell you not to do?” The first voice asked from beside her. She guessed he was the one holding her throat.
“Make noise,” she whispered, heart thundering in her chest.
“And what did you do?” A hand wrapped around her braid, forcing her head back even as her throat was held tight, keeping her in place.
“Made noise,” she whimpered. Both hands tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“And what do you think should happen, when somebody doesn’t do what they’re told?” The man asked. She could feel his breath on her face and knew that he was right in front of her.
She swallowed hard, knowing the answer he wanted. “They- they should get punished,” she managed just barely, her voice strangled.
“I think that’s a good idea,” the man said, and she could feel a hand at the base of her spine, just above her ass. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” She nodded mutely, and her hair was released, letting her head drop forward, though the hand on her throat still held her in place. “We’ll start with five. Any noise and we’ll add five more.”
Before she could respond or really process what he was saying, her whole ass was on fire. She yelped in surprise, and the hand on her throat tightened. “That’s another five.” She was struck again, this time managing not to make a noise. It felt like a paddle, big enough to strike her entire ass at once. “Eight to go.” Two more followed in quick succession, and tears popped into her eyes. “Six.” The next two strikes went across her thighs, and she squirmed, shifting from foot to foot. “Four.” A hand stroked her cheek. “You’re being a good girl for your punishment.”
She lost track of the next three, the man in front of her counting each of them. A hand stroked over her burning ass as if to try and soothe the pain and she sighed softly, slowly relaxing underneath the touch. “One to go good girl,” the man in front of her murmured, before closing his hand around her mouth. The last strike landing on the crease of her ass and thighs. Her teeth sank into the hand on her mouth with the effort it took to keep from making any noise. The tears in her eyes soaked into the blindfold.
And then it was over. A pair of hands smoothed over her aching flesh, gentle and soft after the unyielding force of the paddle. She unlocked her jaw, pulling her teeth from the man’s hand. Her body trembled slightly as she waited for punishment for biting him. It never came, his hand instead gently stroking her face. The hand left her throat, and somebody helped her to stand back up straight.
“You going to be a good girl and keep quiet now?” The man in front of her asked.
“Yes sir,” she whispered, letting out a shuddering sigh. A pair of lips brushed across hers, and she found herself leaning towards them. They were gone though, leaving her in the same blind darkness.
She could feel the heat of somebody standing behind her, so close they nearly touched. It took everything she had not to lean back towards it. “On your knees,” the second voice said from behind her. It was a struggle to get down on her knees with her hands tied up, but she managed it without falling. “All the way down.” She shifted, lowering further to sit back on her heels. “Bend over. Forehead on the floor.”
It took her a moment to respond, hands flexing behind her, before finally curling forward. When her forehead made contact with the cold concrete she gasped, and then snapped her mouth shut. Something trailed across her back, something with long, cool strands, making her shiver. There was a soft whoosh and the strands stroked across her back harder. And again, just a touch harder. She could track the strikes this time, hearing the flogger whipping through the air. It never struck hard enough to really hurt, just enough to make her feel it, bringing a delicate pink to her back.
There was something almost soothing about it, and the longer it went the more she sank into the feeling, until there were no thoughts, no worries, just that next strike. She nearly whimpered when it stopped, a pair of hands pulling her up so she was sitting on her heels again.
“Hold this,” she heard as something long and hard was pressed to her mouth. She opened wide to take it between it her teeth, biting down so it wouldn’t fall. A pair of hands caressed her breasts and her head fell forward. Fingers tweaked her nipples, making her squirm. One hand stayed there, turning her nipples to hard peaks, while the other slid slowly down her stomach.
“Spread your thighs.” She did as told as well as she could, but the fingers on her nipple pinched harder, making her jerk at the sudden pain. “Farther.” She spread her legs as wide as she could without falling, making her thighs and hips tremble. That hand slid lower, cupping her already soaked pussy. It rubbed with no real pressure, and she tried to grind against it, learning quickly that her position didn’t allow her any movement.
The fingers finally moved, parting her lips to trail through her wetness, stroking up and down. Occasionally they would flick across her clit, making her hips jerk. One slid inside of her, and without thought she moaned around the handle in her mouth. The stroking stopped immediately and the hand was removed.
“What did I say?” The man behind her snapped, yanking the flogger from her mouth.
“No noise,” she whimpered.
“You have two rules only. Do as told and make no noise,” said the second voice from across the room. “Just two. And how many times have you broken that second rule now?”
Before she could attempt a response, the man behind her wrapped his hand around her braid and yanked her head back, saying, “Three times now. So I think we’ll go with three strikes this time.” Her hair was pulled back farther, forcing her body to arch. “Any noise and I’ll add another three.” There was only one thing for him to smack from this position, and she could feel her eyes start to tear up just at the thought of it. With no preamble, a hand slapped hard across her pussy, making her whole body jerk with the pain. A second one and the tears spilled over. The third made her chest shake with a sob, but no sound came out.
The hand on her hair shifted, and she could feel her head directed to lean against somebody’s shoulder. “Do you think you can be good now? I’m perfectly happy to keep punishing you, but I think you’ll enjoy a reward for good behavior more.”
“I’ll be good,” she whispered. “I promise.”
He made a noise, saying, “I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I will, I promise,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll be quiet, I’ll listen. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll be good.”
“That’s better,” he said, and she shivered at the feel of his hands sliding down her body again. The handle was pressed to her lips again and she accepted it back into her mouth, clenching her teeth to keep it from falling. One hand teasingly played across her nipples while the other slid back down between her legs. She couldn’t help but to flinch as his finger trailed across her abused pussy. The hand was gentle though, sliding through her lips, gathering her wetness and rolling them up to tease her clit. She gasped with each pass but made no other noise, not wanting to risk further punishment.