Properly Punishing Paige

[DaisyBuchanan]

“Dammit Billy, just untie me.” She struggled and again tested the bonds that held her naked body to the bed. “We can work this out.”

“No, Paige, we can’t. Not when I think of you and Eric...”

Billy continued to button his shirt. He had taken it off while almost making love to Paige one last time, while pretending he didn’t know about her and Eric. His girlfriend and his best friend had cheated on him. When he thought of the two of them together Billy could barely bring himself to touch the cheating slut. So, he decided to fuck with her instead of fucking her. He convinced her to let him tie her to the bed, he touched, tasted and teased her, and while she was writhing and panting, just on the verge of her orgasm, he stopped and he broke up with her. Then he told her he was going to leave her right there for her roommate to find.

So there she was, tied to the bed, with her beautiful naked body spread-eagled, limb to bedpost. It was a slender, long-legged, 23 year old body, tiny waist, flat stomach and breasts that were a bouncing bounty of warm round flesh. Her long blond hair spilled wildly over the pillows, her gray eyes darkened with emotions, and her smooth tanned skin, once warmed by exertion, was starting to cool.

“I’m cold….You can’t leave me like this, Billy! I promise. I’ll never do it again.” It wasn’t the first time Paige had cheated on him, it wasn’t even the first time she got caught, but it was the first time she’d got caught cheating with Billy’s best friend.

“Oh, you know what, babe? You’re right. I can’t leave you like that” she heard him say.

She couldn't resist a gloating smile of satisfaction, she really thought he was going to untie her; he’d always forgiven her in the past. Instead, she watched him walk over to the dresser, where despite craning her neck, she couldn’t see what he was doing. He knew all of her sex toys were in the top drawer, along with her naughty lingerie, body oils and… Lipstick? He had one of her favorite lipsticks in his hand as her turned to her, and he was smiling broadly as he wrote big, bright, bold letters on her stomach.

W – H – O – R – E

“I would have put ‘cocksucking whore’ Paige, but there wasn’t enough room.”

He made it to the doorway, then he turned around, “I think I’ll call a few of your old boyfriends and invite them over, I’m sure they’d want to see you now that you are so available.”

He turned and walked out of her bedroom.

She called to him, “Oh come on, it was Eric's birthday! I was just helping him celebrate."

And then louder, "It was just a blowjob, I swear. I didn’t even swallow. He came mostly on my tits.”

She heard his footsteps move across the living room and knew he was getting near the front door. A proper panic began to creep up on her.

“Billy, no! You can’t leave me like this! Kelly isn’t going to be home all weekend! Billy!”

She didn’t hear the apartment door open but she heard the slam of it closing behind him.

“Billy! You fucking piece of shit! Come back here!” She screamed as the panic overwhelmed her.

She screamed again, furiously, wordlessly, long and loud as she wildly pulled, tugged, kicked, jerked and yanked against the ropes that held her securely to the bed.
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[Allonsy]

Blake was running a little late as he pulled up outside a very average apartment building but, and he smiled, his appointment would wait. She had little choice.

Not long ago, a young man named Billy had met him at the corner coffee house and had handed over a set of keys with a grimace. "I don't even want to know," he'd said as Blake picked up them up. The bitterness made Billy's voice harsh. "I'm done with her. Just done."

"I'll make something useful from your castoffs," Blake had said, watching Billy carefully for any signs of doubt. For all of Billy's clean cut looks and Blake's very respectable life, his picking up the keys to a stranger's apartment was the first step of something quite illegal. He wasn't about to end up in jail for this. But Billy had the unhappy look of someone who just didn't care anymore. That was a pity, he seemed a nice kid. He'd watched Billy walk away and finished his coffee. The he picked up the keys and drove a block and a half down the street.

Billy might be a nice kid, but Blake was not a nice man at all and there was a girl in ... he checked the room ... number 27, who was going to learn this.

He could hear her yelling in the hallway.

Blake locked the door behind himself and hung up his coat on one of the hooks by the door -- he'd probably be staying awhile. He didn't try and be quiet and ignored the girl's demands. Then he walked down to the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe to study the situation.

She was a very pretty girl.

"Well," Blake slipped the keys into his pocket and walked over to stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. "Look what I've found."

He made no move to untie her, spread naked across the rumpled sheets with WHORE scrawled across her skin.

Blake was several years older than either Billy or Paige and he had the money and the respectable life that meant no one could imagine him walking into a strange woman's apartment at the behest of her angry boyfriend with some very wicked plans in mind. He cultivated that life carefully, because it made this life ... where he could take a woman in hand and teach her that all she was, all she was meant to be was a slut ... possible.

"You don't know me, but I've been told that's," he nodded at the word on her belly with a small, amused smile, "truth in advertising."

 

[DaisyBuchanan]

Paige

Paige was relentless in her determination to escape – one way or another. She struggled against the ties that bound her but only succeeded in creating a sloppy tangle of sheets, blankets and pillows, she yanked at the knots around her wrists but only succeeded in pulling them tighter, and she screamed but only succeeded in wasting her breath.

Then she thought she heard something. Could it be Billy returning? She couldn’t be certain so for a moment she silently listened for noises coming from the living room. She heard the sounds of someone moving around the apartment, she was sure of it. She drew a breath and was about to unleash a string of obscenities on Billy, when some nascent sense of prudence forced her to still her tongue. Until he released her she would be a silent picture of repentant virtue, and then she could let him have it –with both barrels and a nutcracker. She was so happily planning her revenge against Billy that she didn’t notice the stranger enter her bedroom.

The little scream that escaped her was pitiful compared to some of the ear-splitting curses she released just a few minutes ago, but unlike those monstrosities, the soft squeak was more fear than anger.

"Well, look what I've found.” His words, like his voice and poise, were smoothly confident and to Paige, terribly unnerving. She expected Billy to return to release her, or at least send a friend. For all her screaming, she never expected a stranger to walk in to her apartment. For a moment, she was stunned into silence; she pulled against the bindings as hard as she could, and then using any extra inch to stretch her hands to cover her naked body.

"You don't know me, but I've been told that's," he nodded at the word on her belly with a small, amused smile, "truth in advertising."

Paige didn’t think he was very amusing, in fact, her eyes narrowed as her face briefly displayed her anger. The ties around her ankles frustrated her attempt to close her legs and limit his view of her exposed body but her struggles made her embarrassment obvious. She hated being at the disadvantage and she only one way to handle it.

“That’s very funny,” barely bothering to hide the sarcasm in her voice. “My boyfriend and I had a little misunderstanding, that’s all. So why don’t you just untie me and then we both go our separate ways.”

Paige used her body to get what she wanted from men, and let the boys use it if they could give her what she wanted. Clearly, this stranger wasn’t like the any of the men Paige was accustomed manipulating; even she could see that there was something more to him. It wasn’t just that he was older; there was something deeper that she couldn’t identify - something unknown. Whatever it was, it made her nervous. So, she fell back to the old tricks that had worked so well in the past.

A thank you blowjob or a quick fuck usually did the trick. Fast, easy, over and done.

She lips began a smile that was warm and inviting, “Although, I’m sure I’d need a little time to thank you properly before you leave.” The tip of her pink tongue drew a light circle over her lips while her body shifted on the bed. The subtle movement set her breasts swaying and her hands no longer tried to cover that warm flesh. Her limbs relaxed slightly before stretching out on the bed, Paige was no longer trying to hide her body, now she was putting on the most enticing display of long legs, flat stomach and round tits that she could.

“Hmm? What do you say?” She smiled coyly, “I’ll be the damsel in distress and you can be the brave prince that rescues me.”

 

[Allonsy]

Blake's (image here) startled chuckle was genuine as the girl on the bed did her best to switch gears from angry brat to coy seductress. "If you can possibly imagine I'm some virtuous prince, you seriously need to reconsider your judgement." He shrugged. "Then again, if you had any common sense, you wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place."

He shifted to sit on the side of the bed, running a warm hand along Paige's arm to her wrist. He had no plans to untie her just yet, though it might seem so for a moment, but he also didn't want Paige to hurt herself with her struggles. After checking her circulation, he trailed his fingers lightly back down to stroke her breasts, thumb sweeping across a nipple idly. He pinched one gently, coaxing her flesh to harden for him as he talked as casually as if they were sitting over a cup of coffee. "But I might be convinced that it's more worth my time to untie you than to take for free what's laid out so nicely."

Blake looked over the room, seeing the normal detritus of a college student; trendy clothes, inexpensive furniture, popular electronics. "What could you give me that I couldn't get for fifty dollars down on a street corner? Is that spoiled little mouth of yours so special? And if you're so lovely to fuck, why did your boyfriend leave you like this?"

Blake leaned closer and ran his hand down her body, tracing the word on her belly before moving lower to rest his fingertips on her mons, just above the folds of her sex. "You're a very pretty girl," he murmured, voice low and seductive, though the look in his blue eyes was measuring, "but there are a million pretty girls in the world. You have a list of unhappy ex-boyfriends as long as my arm, girl, and that rather suggests that any sex you can offer isn't enough to hold even a fratboy's interest."