Jon punishes Maggie

Maggie stood there looking at Jon, his smiling face sent shivers up and down her spine. She bowed her head and softly spoke.

"Jon, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier.

"Please accept my apologies and punish me." She extended her hand with the belt and dropped to her knees.

Jon just stood there, looking down at the naked woman. The same woman he had fantasized about for as long as he could remember. She was naked, kneeling, and offering him a belt to punish her.

"Well this is unexpected Maggie! I never expected this. So you're apologizing for trying to buy me off? Or is it something else?" Jon asked, his voice very condescending.

"Please Jon, don't make this anymore humiliating than it already is. I treated you badly and I deserve to be punished, so please spank my ass and let's move on." Maggie tried to maintain some control over the situation.

"Not so fast slut. And you are a slut. Only a slut would show off her naked body to anyone at her door. Only a slut would beg to be spanked by a teenager. Not only a teenager but your best friend's son!" Jon was taking charge and removed any doubt that he was in charge.

"Now if you want to be punished, then lean forward and kiss my shoe and ask again." He demanded.

Maggie never felt more helpless in her entire life. She had no control over anything. She was reduced to a slut to her friend's son and was left with no other option but to do as he commanded.

What scared her was her pussy was literally dripping, her body out of control. She wanted to hate every minute but deep down inside she was praying he would take control and give her the release she so badly craved.

With just a few moments hesitation, she crawled forward, lowered her head and kissed his dirty trainers.

"Please Sir; punish this slut for her bad behavior." She said not knowing where the words came from.

Jon smiled down at the humiliated woman kissing his shoe. He leaned down and patted her head. "Good Girl." He spoke as if he were talking to his pet. He looped the belt around her neck, forming a makeshift leash and pulled her into her own house. Jon looked behind him as Maggie didn't even offer to stand, but crawled after him like a puppy.

Maggie crawled after Jon, her eyes fixated on the back of his legs. Her mind was no longer functioning. She just knew that she was not in control and all she had to do was obey. When they got to her couch, she heard him laugh, "Jesus slut, this couch smells like pussy. Is that all you do is drip your juices all over it. Look at that wet spot." Jon laughed.

Maggie cringed at his words, she knew she had spent a long time masturbating right there. She hadn't had a chance to clean it up and now Jon was rubbing her face in it. Maggie didn't say a word; her mind was incapable of speech. When he pulled up on her leash, she stood; her head bowed looking at his feet. She couldn't look him in the eyes.

She was still standing there when he took off the belt and pushed on her back. She leaned down over the arm of the couch, her face buried in the wet spot and her ass pointing up in the air. Maggie was panting now, her body knowing what was coming. She wanted to maintain some control, but she was trembling at the thought of Jon spanking her ass.

"Okay slut, how many swats do you deserve?" Jon barked.

She wanted to say none, but she knew what was expected and whispered, "Twenty Sir."

"What, I didn't hear you, how many?" Jon commanded.

TWENTY SWATS SIR!" She spoke louder.

"Very well, twenty it is, make sure you count each one. I'm only a teenager and I might get confused. If you don't we will start over." Jon said with a voice filled with glee.

"Yes Sir," she answered.

SMACK...

Maggie tried to prepare herself for the first swat, but when it happened her entire body lit up.

"OH MY GOD, OH FUCK THAT HURTS!" She screamed.

Jon chuckled and swung again...

SMACK...

Maggie was writhing over the arm of the couch, her ass on fire. She bit her arm to keep from screaming, when the third stroke hit.

SMACK... This one crossed over the previous two.

"Oh fuck Jon please have mercy!" Maggie begged.

"Mercy, you're the one who asked for this. How can I give you mercy and you can't even follow directions. You haven't counted one stroke!" Jon answered.

Maggie gasped and screamed, "THREE!!!"

"Not good enough and too late. We start over!"

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK... Jon rained down four shots in rapid succession.

Maggie's body went ridged as the pain shot out from her now bright red ass. But she quickly recovered and yelled, "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, SIR."

"I see you can learn," He announced as he brought his hand back and swung again.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...

Maggie was beside herself, the pain now seemed to shoot out from her ass and concentrate deep inside her cunt. "FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, SIR"

The sensations that flowed through her confused her mind were overwhelming. The pain was intense, but the arousal and excitement was worse. With each stroke on her ass her cunt pulsed and fluids drained poured out and coated the arm of the couch.

Jon noticed immediately and slid his finger up her slit. "Someone is getting off on this. Are you a pain slut too, Maggie slut?"

His touch on her lips did something to Maggie. She no longer cared what he thought of her. All her self-esteem was gone. The only thing left was a needy slut that needed to cum. She tried to speak but all that came out was gibberish.

"Gluck bugb mush appeut merrea and mmee"

Jon looked at the shell of a woman, unable to speak, draped over her own couch. Her cunt leaking like a faucet. He brought down the belt again and pounded her into deeper submission.

SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...

Maggie tried to count, but her mind was unable to form words.

"Neugh, teahh, eleehgh, twggve." She spouted not even realizing she got the words wrong.

Jon stopped and slid his fingers up and down her slit again. This time Maggie screamed her mouth spouting anything and praying he would give her the release she craved.

HEIRNDPOSNDSDD DJJJJJSS SHELLED SHHESOOE DDPRES"

Jon leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Does my slut want to cum?"

Maggie no longer in control violently nodded her head. It was all she could do to communicate.