You try to resist, but alone in the shower with hot water spraying over your skin and running down your back, your self-control collapses. Your fingers turn the dial of the shower head to pulse without permission from your brain, and your arms press it against your vulva instinctively. The pleasure isn’t much, but after being denied as long as you have, its enough to make you close your eyes and breathe deeply.

They open again when the water shuts off and a rush of cold air blows away the gentle, embracing steam. You feel my hands on your hips as I man handle you from the shower. Before you know what’s happening your pinned against the wall; your wrists are being tied behind your back. Drops of water trickle down your skin as my strong fingers squeeze the flesh of your buttocks. “Who does this ass belong to?” I ask.

You stammer that “It.. it belongs to you…” as my hands run up from the top of your thighs and over your belly to cradle your breasts. I tease your nipples, send pleasure spilling through your body when I ask “Who owns these tits?”

“You do sir.” You gasp, heart pounding in your chest and pussy throbbing between your thighs. My hands flow down again until they reach your hips. They keep going until there are only a few teasing inches between the tips of my fingers and your aching pussy. With my other hand I pull your head back, exposing your throat and forcing you to look up at me when I ask “Who owns this cute little pussy?”

A fog of fear and desire rolls into your mind. The tingle between your thighs gets more and more urgent as my touch drifts closer to your labia. “You own it, sir.” You manage to pull the words out of your needy haze.

“If it belongs to me why are you touching it without permission?” I ask pulling you from the wall. Water drips from your hair onto your skin as I frog march you down the hall towards the bedroom. You stumble, struggling to keep up with my steps, but I don’t let you fall. My strength restrains and supports you as I push you past the threshold and lay you across the bed.

“Please, sir.” You beg as my fingertips run slowly up the back of your helpless thigh. “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t…” The haze is back, fogging up your mind so badly you can’t even finish your pleas.

You can feel my hand caressing you, moving up and down the curve of your buttocks in long, slow strokes. I tell you that “I know you didn’t mean to be bad. But your pussy is so needy and your will so weak.” My voice is gentle, almost sympathetic when I say “but there still have to be consequences. I can’t just let you play with my property. I have to show you how to be a good girl. And I expect to hear you thanking me for it, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You answer. Less than a second later the unforgiving wood of the paddle slams into the vulnerable skin of your ass. You are still lying in your fog, but the sudden pain makes three words clear. “Thank you, sir.” You speak. Another blow falls on the opposite side of your ass and you once again say “Thank you, sir.” Each impact is harder, and the sting on your skin more intense, but you continue to express your gratitude for the agony I inflict. I aim lower, striking at sensitive spots that send pain lancing into your flesh, making you cry out before thanking me. Soon all your thoughts are gone; burned away by the spanking or lost in the fog of atavistic need.

I stand above you, watching your skin change from its natural colour into a vivid pink, then settle into the soft purple and blue of a sunset. I savour the way you squirm and whimper, thrashing helplessly as I punish you. “Look at you, taking your punishment and saying thank you like a good little slut.” My hand strokes the skin of your ass, soothing some of the hurt that I have inflicted. You don’t say anything, just bask in the relief of my touch. My finger tips run down the length of your thigh, spreading your legs as I ask “Now that you know what happens when you’re disobedient, do you want to know what it feels like to be my good little slut?”

“Yes. Yes please, sir. Please let me—”

Your begging is cut off. My cock fills your pussy and pleasure bursts through your whole body. You have no more need of words, you just lie helplessly in the bliss of being fucked as each stroke presses as deep as you can take. “See how good it feels to be my sweet little whore?” I ask, groping your ass as I fuck you. You whimper as the pleasure of being owned floods into your brain. Your toes curl and your leg trembles. I feel your pussy soak and clench. You feel my hand impact your ass. The pain snaps you back to reality just long enough to hear me ask “Are you going to come with out Permission, little slut?”

“No. No, sir. I won’t. I’ll be good.”

“Then beg.” I order. “Beg like the needy whore you are.”

You don’t hesitate to debase yourself. “Please can I come, sir. Please please. I’ll be so good. I won’t… I won’t touch myself unless you say… I’ll be such a good fuck toy for you. I need it. I neeeed to come. Please please please.”

I shove you into the mattress and call you “Good girl.” Before commanding you to “come for me. Show me how good it feels to be my little slut.”

You let go, the last parts of your mind are washed away in glittering torrents of ecstasy. Your whole body quivers helplessly as an orgasm through body like a tsunami.