On His Knees

An erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Your knees are just fucking killing you! She walks into the room and sees you kneeling there naked. She can tell you’re trying to hide the fact that your cock responded even to the sound of her entering the room. She crosses the floor with a great clicking of heels – just to see your cock twitch. You’re not blindfolded, but you don’t dare raise your head. You’ve been given no instructions about that, and you haven’t yet been able to gauge what kind of mood she’s in. The impatient tapping of the cane against her leather boot does, however, give you SOME indication. Finally she speaks, “I’m so angry that I just don’t know what to do with you!”. Well, that pretty much answers the question! You remain silent. Every action, word, thought even – from the past couple of weeks runs quickly through your head. What has made her so angry? It could be anything – or nothing. She speaks again,”I had intended to cane you – but you know I won’t do that when I’m so angry.” Inwardly you give a sigh of relief – thankful for small mercies. “So then, where does that leave us? What kind of punishment? Let’s see,” she continues, “It should be something I enjoy – something that will put me in a better mood…” You try not to think about all the things this could mean and concentrate instead on counting the tiles on the cold floor. Your knees are protesting vehemently now and you don’t know how much longer you can maintain this position. You hear a kind of rummaging among the items in your Mistress’s box of tricks and she returns to stand in front of you. The proximity of her scantily clad cunt reawakens your cock and it begins to rise – in spite of your efforts to control it. “Dead dogs, dead dogs, dead dogs…” – the mantra runs through your head. It usually works but this time your erection is too strong, too persistent. With your Mistress in high heels with platform soles your face is just a bit too close to that forbidden cleft. Well, forbidden to you anyway. With a small sigh you give in and your cock stands to attention – hard and throbbing in the cool air of the room. “Sighing?” she asks, (she misses NOTHING this woman!) “I hope I’m not boring you?” Wisely you keep your mouth shut and your eyes down, waiting to see what will happen next. She grabs you by the hair at the back of your head, forcing your head back and you flinch from the anticipated bite. Instead she laughs cruelly in your face and strikes you with the large strap-on in her hand. So that’s what it’s to be tonight? “On your hands and knees bitch!” and you do as you’re told. Of course. You feel her fingers slide down the crack of your arse to the tight little hole – cold and probing – making you gasp. With no preliminaries – no finesse – she shoves two fingers deep inside you, sliding them in and out, lubricating and stretching. The coiled serpent of pleasure begins to uncurl in the pit of your stomach. You find yourself tensing for the invasion of the strap-on but instead feel the burning sting of the cane on your cheeks – once, twice, three times as she says “I couldn’t resist the sight of your arse – just begging for a good caning” and before you can recover from the pain, while you’re still whimpering with surprise and agony, she plunges the strap-on deep into your arse and you cry out with pain and shock. Even through the pain, however, you feel the pleasure stirring darkly in the depths of your belly. You bite your lip to stifle your cries as your Mistress stabs you repeatedly without mercy and you wonder how long you’ll be able to withstand the intensity of this ravaging. Well, at least you’ve forgotten about those knees!

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