Chapter 5
The harsh ringing of the telephone slowly woke Sue from a deep, dream-troubled sleep. As she levered herself up in bed and fought to get her eyes focused, she had vague memories of dreams filled with rampaging Indians.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she muttered as her feet sought her slippers blindly. As usual she had slept in the nude, so she had to struggle into her robe before making her way to the phone in the living room of the small apartment.
"Hello?"
"Come over." The sound of Paul's voice brought Sue suddenly awake, memories of the previous evening flooding her mind.
"What?"
"I said, come over," Paul repeated quietly.
"Go to hell," Sue growled and hung up.
When she was halfway back to the bed the phone rang again, the sound sending needles of pain into her ears and making her stagger. She fought the urge to answer the phone, but lost to the agony the bell was producing in her head.
"I said, come over," Paul repeated.
"You'll have to come and get me," Sue replied.
"You have twenty minutes to get over here."
"Go to hell." She hung up on him again. This time the phone remained silent as she made her way back to bed. Wearily she sat down, her mind gradually clearing. As she slowly gathered her wits, more memories of the previous night developed. Recalling the pictures taken by Paul and his threats, she shivered, suddenly afraid of what she had just done. Checking the clock, she realized she had no idea how much time was left until the deadline he had given her lapsed. Battling her still foggy mind, she staggered to the bathroom. The tangles in her hair resisted all attempts at order, finally forcing her to pin the red mass loosely on top of her head. A cold washcloth brought some life to her cheeks and reduced the bags under her eyes. Finally she touched up her lipstick. Just as she finished, the front doorbell rang.
Through the peephole she could see Paul standing just outside her door.
"How'd you get up here?" she demanded, making no move to open the door.
"The janitor let me in. Open up."
"Like hell I will."
"Open up before I kick the door down." Paul kept his voice reasonable.
"Go to hell."
Paul's first powerful kick against the door seemed to shake the entire building. When Sue looked out through the peephole, he was standing back in the middle of the hall, one foot raised. The impact of his heel against the door drove it back against Sue's forehead, sending her staggering back from it as the entire wall shivered from the blow.
Suddenly frightened, she moved to unlock the door. Her fingers were clumsy as she wrestled with the locks and chain. Just as Paul was preparing to deliver his next kick, she jerked the door open.
"Come in, damn it." Sue turned her back, stomping away from the door. She heard it close softly behind her and resisted the urge to turn around.
"Ready to come over?" Paul asked reasonably.
Keeping her back turned, Sue shook her head. "I'm not going."
"You are coming to my apartment."
Her eyes flashing defiance, Sue whirled on him. "Make me."
Paul gauged her resistance carefully, then stepped toward her.
Sue smiled slowly. "If you take me, it'll be nude." Provocatively she began to unfasten her robe, toying with the belt, then letting it drop loose. Posing for him carefully, she peeled her only garment back off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts felt full and exciting as she stood naked before him, his eyes raking her from head to toe. Her effect on him was immediate and obvious, giving Sue a feeling of power.
"All right, if that's the way you want it," Paul answered, moving toward her slowly, his hands reaching for her.
"You'll have to catch me first," Sue taunted, dancing out of reach.
Moving slowly and easily, Paul followed her as she backed away from him. He made a lunge and she dodged aside. His fingers brushed across one of her breasts, making it bounce, the nipple suddenly springing hard with the contact.
"The longer it takes me to catch you, the more you're going to regret it," Paul promised quietly.
"Bull," Sue shot back. Standing just out of reach she taunted him with her body. His lunge caught her off guard, but she succeeded in dancing aside, his fingers tearing across her side this time. She put the coffee table between them, spreading her legs and balancing her weight evenly on the balls of her feet, ready to dodge in either direction.
Paul hooked his foot around one leg of the small table and with a quick kick sent it clattering across the room. Caught by surprise, Sue barely managed to twist out of his grasp, his fingers leaving trails of red across her naked skin. Less confident now, she danced back farther out of reach, then sprinted for the bedroom. Before she could get the door closed his weight pounded against it, throwing her back into the room. The back of her legs struck the foot of the bed and she tumbled backward. Before she could move, Paul was on her, his weight driving the breath from her. She relaxed, prepared to accept his drives into her, expecting him to strip and pound his cock into her. Her cunt, itching with the excitement of the chase, was already slick with juices and ready for him. Instead, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her as easily as if she were a feather. Flipping her over his shoulder, he delivered two powerful stinging slaps to her buttocks before heading for the door.
"You're crazy," Sue cried, kicking and struggling, her buttocks aflame from the two spanks. She went still as he reached for the front door knob. "All right, I'll go, I'll go. Just let me get some clothes on," she agreed, suddenly realizing he was perfectly serious about carrying her stark naked down the street.
Paul seemed to debate for a moment, then turned away from the door. He set her on her feet with surprising gentleness. "Just put on the coat you wore last night."
"But ... " Sue started to protest, then gave in. "Yes, Paul."
Under his watchful eye she slipped on the short coat and buttoned it from top to bottom. Picking up her keys, he shoved her out the door, then locked it behind them. Sue clutched at the hem of the coat, trying to drag it down to cover more of her bareness.
"Let's go," Paul ordered, dropping her keys in his pocket. She hung her head, not meeting his eyes as they rode down in the elevator. Once out on the street, she clutched desperately at the hem of the coat, feeling as if thousands of eyes were prying at her nakedness.
Paul gave her no chance, reaching out and gripping one of her wrists tightly, dragging her along. She tried to keep the coat under control, but had to let it go to retain her balance as he dragged her along. The morning air was cool and a light breeze played games with the front of the coat, flipping the tails out to display flashes of exposed cunt.
Without pause, Paul shouldered his way through a crowd of church-goers, and Sue flamed red with embarrassment as they watched her, astonished. She wanted to run and hide, but Paul's hard grip on her wrist gave her no chance. After what seemed like hours, they arrived at his apartment. He pushed her ahead of him up the stairs, and she could feel his hot eyes on her buttocks as she scampered ahead of him. Someone came out of a door on one landing just as she passed it. As she continued up the stairs she heard a low wolf whistle and knew that the stranger had been able to see virtually everything beneath the short coat.
Unlocking the door, Paul shoved her into his apartment, then locked the door behind him. "Take off the coat," he ordered.
Sue looked at him, hoping for some escape, but his eyes were unforgiving. Dutifully, her face flaming with embarrassment, she shrugged out of the jacket and hung it up in the closet he indicated. Naked, she stood before him, her head bowed, her hands cupped over her cunt, her shoulders hunched to minimize her breasts.
"In the living room," he ordered.
She entered the room to find the litter from the previous evening still scattered around the room. Following Paul's orders, she began to straighten up, gathering dirty dishes and carrying them out to the kitchen. The sink was piled high by the time she finished.
"Start washing them," Paul ordered.
"Is there an apron?" Sue asked hopefully.
"No apron. You wouldn't look good in one."
His remark made her painfully aware of her nudity again. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Paul leaned up against the counter, watching her carefully as she began to wash the dishes. She pressed her belly up against the counter to conceal her sex and squeezed her arms forward in a futile attempt to hide her breasts from his penetrating gaze.
As she washed, Paul began to lecture her. "You should have come when I called you, you know. I told you that last night. I don't intend to go through this routine again. To make sure you understand the lesson, sometime today I'm going to have to spank you again, and I'm going to do a much more thorough job than I did last night. Right now, you're my maid service, and you're going to do exactly what I say. If you don't, the spanking will just go that much harder on you. Understand?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue agreed meekly.
"Good. I want those dishes spotless."
As she finished the rest of the dishes, he watched her in silence. The feel of his eyes on her made goosebumps ripple over her skin. She had no doubt he would deliver the promised spanking, and was surprised at her reaction. In addition to tremors of fear rippling through her belly from time to time, she felt a small ball of excitement building. Memories of the previous evening kept flashing through her mind, memories of his stinging slaps on her buttocks, and memories of her total helplessness bound spreadeagled on the bed. Sue found herself hoping he would again tie her up. Finally she finished the dishes and stood waiting for his next order.
"Go make the bed."
Silently, she moved to the bedroom. The sight of the bed trigged new excitement in her. The ropes that had held her were gone, but she remembered her total, helpless exposure in their grasp, and felt her cunt grow moist with excitement. As she bent over to straighten the covers, she could sense Paul's eyes on her and feel the excitement she triggered in him. She found herself posing for him as she pulled the sheets tight and tucked them in, then straightened the blanket.
By the time she had pulled the bedspread into place and fluffed the pillows into shape, she was shaking with excitement. Her anticipation of the spanking and what was almost certain to follow had her gasping by the time she finished the bed.
Dutifully, she stood at attention, waiting for Paul's next command.
"Go out to the living room," he directed.
"Stand over there," he ordered her to the corner she had occupied the night before. Knowing what was expected of her now, she stood at attention, hands at her sides. To her surprise, Paul settled down and began to read the paper. After a few minutes, Sue's legs began to ache and she shifted her feet slightly. The noise disturbed Paul and he looked up at her.
"Stand still. You're only making your spanking worse."
"I'm sorry."
Paul had returned to his paper. "Quiet!"
For what seemed like hours he read the paper, and Sue stood frozen, afraid to move. She began to fantasize about her approaching spanking, and her fears multiplied with every new picture. Her buttocks still ached from the beating she had received the night before, and the thought of further punishment made them ache even more. At the same time, Sue felt tremors of excitement surge through her, mingling with her fear. She discovered her nudity added strongly to her feeling of vulnerability.
"Get me a beer," Paul ordered, making her start. When she failed to respond immediately, he repeated his order, a note of exasperation in his voice. As she went to the kitchen she felt his eyes on her and knew her scheduled punishment had just been increased. The thought excited her as much as it scared her. After handing him the beer, she returned to her corner and resumed her position of attention.
She began to feel as if she were in a dream. Paul ignored her totally, removing the single most potent weapon of her arsenal, her body. The one thing she could dominate him with was useless against his inattention.
Finally he set aside the paper and called her over. Moving slowly, she approached him, and could see the effect her naked body had on him. Coming to a halt two paces in front of him she stood motionless as he looked her over. Her nipples hardened slightly under his scrutiny and she fought to still tremors of excitement in her legs. Her breathing became ragged and uncertain as his study continued, and the muscles of her belly rippled with anticipation.
"Ready for your spanking?" Paul asked finally.
Sue's jaw muscles were knotted with tension as she nodded silently.
"How should I spank you?"
Sue had trouble finding her voice. "I don't know," she finally said.
Paul studied her, then gazed around the room curiously. "A simple spanking didn't seem to leave enough of an impression on you last night," he observed. "I think it's going to take something a little more forceful. What do you think?"
"Yes, Paul," Sue answered humbly, her fear and excitement both increasing.
"Get me the rope you'll find in the bottom bureau drawer in the bedroom," he ordered finally.
In a few minutes she returned and handed him the length of clothes line she had found.
"Now, watch me carefully. In the future you'll have to know how to do this. This is how you tie a slip knot. When I tell you to get the rope from now on, you'll get the rope and put a knot just like this in it, then give it to me." Snowing her step by step how he wanted it done, Paul made a loop in the end of the rope. "Now, hold out your hands and cross your wrists."
He slipped the rope over her crossed wrists and pulled the loop tight, binding her wrists together in front of her. Using the rope to pull her along, he led her to the doorway to the kitchen. A push of his hand opened the transom there, and he flipped the free end of the rope through, then pulled it tight, stretching Sue's arms over her head. Pulling hard, he made her rise to her toes in the doorway, her hands pulled up to within a few inches of the door frame. Then he anchored the free end of the ropes in the kitchen.
As Sue teetered precariously on her toes, she could feel Paul studying her stretched position from the back. She tried vainly to pull in her buttocks. The clink of his belt buckle made her heart skip a beat. There was a rustle of sound, but she was unable to identify the source.
"You're wondering what's happening, aren't you?" Paul remarked.
"Y-yes," Sue admitted, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I'm going to whip you," Paul said quietly. "Do you know why I am going to whip you?"
"B-because I disobeyed you," Sue replied, choking the words out. Her fear had grown to terror and she fought back her tears.
"Right. I'm going to whip you with my belt. Are you ready?"
Choked by her terror, Sue could only nod.
"I asked you if you're ready?" Paul insisted.
"I'm ready," Sue whispered.
"Louder."
"I'm ready," she cried, fighting back tears of shame and fear.
Without warning, the belt blazed across her buttocks and Sue cried out, her feet jerking from the floor for a second, making her swing by her hands, the ropes cutting into her wrists. No sooner had she regained her feet than another fiery stroke ripped across her tender, naked buttocks. She fought the convulsive jerk of her muscles, striving to keep her weight off her wrists. Another blow snapped across her bare skin like a whip, wringing a cry from her—then another blow and another. She felt Paul setting a painfully slow rhythm, found herself anticipating each agonizing stroke across her ass. Her buttocks burned as if they were on fire as stroke after slow measured stroke snapped across the fleshy masses.
Fighting back her screams, Sue felt tears pour down her cheeks. As her weight dragged down on her wrists, the ropes cut into her skin, adding to her agony. Her shoulders began to ache with the strain, and still the blows rained on her buttocks.
So great was her pain for several minutes she was unaware the blows had stopped. The blazing agony of her ass gradually subsided to a steady burning.
"Turn around," Paul ordered.
Moving on tiptoes, Sue managed to rotate in the doorway, turning to face Paul. The tension on her arms drew her body straight, her arms tight. Her belly was stretched tight by the tension on her entire frame.
"Now, will you ever again disobey me?"
"Never," Sue whispered. Inside, as she said this, she felt unsuspected reserves of anger and courage. Choking back her tears, she raised her head, gathering around her the shattered remnants of her pride.
Instead of releasing her, Paul threw his belt onto the couch and approached her. Gripping her jaw firmly in one hand he lifted her face and studied her carefully. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet," he observed thoughtfully. "There will be other times." He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her brutally. For a second she fought him, then her beating-triggered passions betrayed her and she opened her mouth to his demanding kiss. Teetering helplessly on her toes, she tried to swing her body against his, her breasts aching for attention.
Paul laughed at her helplessness and stepped away from her. "You really want me, don't you?"
Sue eyed him hungrily. He taunted her, and her passions grew with the mental torture. As she watched, he slowly undressed, tossing his clothes away. Finally he was nude and she eyed his big cock hungrily. It was already partially erect, and growing visibly as he stepped toward her. Helpless, she could only hang by her wrists as he moved in on her. With his thumb and forefingers he pinched her nipples, making her jerk from a mixture of pain and pleasure. He amused himself with her breasts, drawn tight by her stretched position, tugging at her nipples until she swung forward from the tension. Gritting her teeth with agony and passion both, she stifled her cries of pleasure as he toyed with her. She stared downward at his cock, now fully erect and hard, its pink head pointing hungrily at her belly.
"You really want it badly, don't you?" Paul observed. "And I want you, too," he admitted.
Suddenly he reached down and gripped Sue's legs, and pulled her feet out from under her. She cried out as her full weight came down on her wrists, the ropes biting into them. Grinning at her, Paul spread her legs, swinging her out as he guided her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, easing some of the pull on her wrists. Moving forward, he brought his cock to the gates of her cunt as she hung helplessly.
Bit by bit, Paul began to drive his cock into her vagina, and she felt her passions blaze higher as it entered her, inch by inch.
She looked down her belly and watched the terrible tool bore slowly up into her cunt. The sight of his cock slowly disappearing into her brought a gasp of joy and terror from her throat. The monster shaft looked huge enough to tear her wide open. Her vagina, still tender and sore from the night before, welcomed the big mass with a gush of juices. Finally she had him all, and she clutched at him with her legs, relishing the incredible fullness of her cunt. He began to move, and she roared to an orgasm at the feeling. Dropping her head back, she wailed her joy at the ceiling as he slowly ground his cock around in her guts, his pubic bone squeezing and grinding her clitoris. He pistoned his hips and she eased her scissors grip around him with her legs. She began to swing on her wrists, and rose to another orgasm that blotted out the pain caused by the ropes. He timed his drives to her swing and their flesh began to smack together, his blows jarring her teeth and sending new jolts of pleasure through her. His hands grabbed her hips and he pounded her against him, their bodies colliding violently with each thrust until Sue felt battered and bruised from the impacts.
Faster and faster he drove her against him, ramming his hips forward to meet hers. The shocks drove Sue's breath from her in a series of grunts, leaving her gasping desperately for breath. She couldn't understand how her pleasure could increase any more, but it did, driving her senseless, the room whirling around her.
Everything but Paul's powerful cock and slamming hips disappeared. Suddenly he stopped, slamming his hips against her one last time, and jamming her down on his steel hard prick. She felt him jerk, then felt the blast of come rocketing into her belly. A final, powerful orgasm roared over her as she felt him spouting into her vagina, and she squeezed the muscles of her cunt down on him, trying to milk the last delicious juices from him. He balanced her on his cock for long minutes, until the last declining wads of come were sucked from his balls; then he slumped, sliding his declining prick from her, leaving her hanging from the ropes, her legs too weak to support her. Finally regaining her breath, Sue struggled to get her feet under her and take the weight from her wrists. Her ass was a mass of flame from the beating, and her wrists felt torn raw by the ropes.
Finally, Paul released the rope and she was able to drag her arms down, the stretched muscles in her shoulders protesting painfully. She slumped exhausted against the door frame, then finally pushed herself erect.