“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.
“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”
“Fine,” Jamie said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.
“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”
She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.
“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”
She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.
“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.
Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”
“You think so, huh?”
She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Positive.”
“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”
I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.
“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.
“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.
“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”
“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.
But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.
Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.
Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.
“Is that all you got?” she said.
“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”
“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”
“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.
She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.
“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.
“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.
“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”
I slapped her again.
This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.
“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”
I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.
“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”
I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.
“Harder,” she said.
I obliged.
“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.
So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.
“Harder!” she screamed.
I slapped her yet again.
And again.
And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.
But Jamie was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.
My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.
“On your knees,” I said.
She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.
We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Jamie and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.
“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Jamie replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”
She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”
“Since when is tonight about what I want?”
“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”
She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”
“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”
“I guess you will,” she said.
Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.
“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.
“I guess I could do that much,” Jamie said. She opened her mouth.
“Tongue out,” I said.
She did as she was told without comment for once.
I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”
As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.
Using Jamie’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.
Caught by surprise, Jamie was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.
“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”
I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.