by Shulamith Smith
Punishing The Sassy Submissive
It started with a sassy comment from her on my way out the door. “Try and make me.” Said laughing, as if she really doubted I could force her to bend to my will. Four little sassy words that were basically meaningless, a cliche, a trite challenge, and they suddenly had the power to dominate my entire day.
The hour commute to work is perfect. Enough time to set up a nice little fantasy and see it to the logical conclusion by the time I’m turning into the parking lot. Fortunate because the days are busy and there’s rarely time to fantasize before the drive home. With the hour time limit in mind, I was already thinking about how I would make her as I backed out of the driveway. During our dating days we had sometimes joked about scarves bound about wrists and over eyes. Three months into our marriage, that was an idea that had not yet been played out in bed. But this sassy behavior might be the perfect opportunity. Hmmmmmm scarves. Emma doesn’t own any. I know that for a fact. But she wears stockings rather than pantyhose. I could use hose for her wrists and the sleep mask she uses on airplanes would serve as an adequate blindfold.
I would let her think I’d forgotten about her parting shot through dinner, homework, and getting the kids off to bed. Let her start to undress even, relaxing after a long day, before pouncing. I pushed her back onto the bed, using my weight to hold her down and keep her from thrashing too much. She fought anyway, trying to twist away from me, her hands flailing, pushing against my shoulders.
Emma is strong but certainly not strong enough to push me off. Especially not now when I was intent on payback. For once she was going to find out that I can make when I need to. Despite the fuss she was putting up, I knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t trying that hard to get away. The physical protest was a pretense, an instinctive resposne to an agressive move. I was pleased by her response. Passivity would have made this encounter far less satisfying. After a few minutes I managed to grab her wrists and pin them above her head while reaching for the hosery on the night stand. In a moment her hands were bound to the headboard. Another moment and the blindfold was in place. Perfect. She was quickly becoming less sassy with me.
I sat back on my heels, surveying my handiwork. She was nude to the waist, breathing rapidly, her skin already flushed pink with exertion. Maybe I should try this on her more often. She tried to buck me off her hips, sputtering a protest about being bound and wanting to know what the hell I was up to. I could hear the laughter in her voice though and decided she was enjoying this more than she would ever let on. Just knowing I could do pretty much anything to her now and she would be unable to stop me made me grow hard. It was tempting to yank her jeans off and plunge into her. But I couldn’t just take her. She wasn’t ready for me and the last thing I wanted to do was actually hurt her. Besides, the situation called for more creativity than that. Leaning forward, the tip of my cock touched her lips.
“Suck it Emma.”
She shook her head no, lips sealed. I pushed harder, with enough force to pry her lips apart. Her teeth were clenched, of course.
“Open up. I want you to suck my cock.”
It seemed she was trying to glower and remain sassy, though the effect was lost behind the blindfold. She thrashed around some, making another useless effort to throw me off her. I kept my cock against her lips. She wasn’t going to get out of this one. Finally, reluctantly, she opened her mouth. I knew she would eventually. She likes sucking my cock. It was only a matter of waiting until she got over the insult to her pride of being forced into doing it.
Once I was in her mouth, she was an eager participant. She sealed her lips around my cock and began sucking hard and fast, moving her head up and down against my shaft as much as her restraints allowed. I pushed in deeper, careful because there was no point to choking her, but wanting to feel her mouth around as much of it as she could manage. She lay back, so that just the head was still in her mouth and licked it while continuing to suck gently.
I thrust into her mouth then, feeling the pressure of her lips tight on my shaft. Thrusting in, sliding out, the rhythm rapidly picking up a momentum of its own. There was nothing she could do now, no way for her to take part; it would have seemed a mindless, derogatory face fuck except for the eager little moans she made around my cock.
