Punishing Amy

(With apologies to Hambo)

James woke up excited. He was finally going to get his ****. Amy had him on stage in front of an audience, but now he had the power. He was even clothed. Amy had really messed up this time.

"I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done to me," he pointed at Amy. "You've been toying with the wrong person. Let's see how you like being hurt and humiliated. I'll start by showing off your tits for everyone to leer at."

James stripped off his shirt, proudly thrusting his chest out for the audience to enjoy. "Doesn't feel so good when you're the one who's showing off, does it." Amy's face was an emotionless mask, but James knew that he'd break her. "Now for some pain." James squeezed his nipples tight, twisting them. He knew this had to hurt Amy, despite her neutral expression. He made sure to squeeze and twist hard enough that she'd be sore all day, at least.

Time to escalate. "You've been a bad, girl, Amy. I've been looking forward to spanking you for who knows how long." With that, James dropped his pants and bent over, turning his side to the audience so they could see both his face and his ass. "Count the spanks for me, you whore," he demanded. He smacked himself hard, "One." She didn't seem to react. He tried harder, "Two." Still nothing. Both hands this time, "Three." Hmm.., he couldn't get much harder. Still, he tried, two slaps in quick succession. "Four. Five."

Amy didn't seem to be embarrassed in the slightest. He'd hit her hard enough that he was sure she wouldn't be able to sit for a week. His arms hurt with the exertion. But still, she stood there, revealing nothing. "Go Fuck Yourself," James commanded, and turned back to face the audience as he started jerking off. He was sure that making Amy cum on stage would finally get her to crack. He felt his breathing getting labored, and knew that she was getting close to the edge. He picked up his pace, trying to get Amy to orgasm as quickly as he could. James' cock was throbbing, signaling that Amy was on the edge of orgasm, when Amy finally spoke.

"James, Awake."

Fuck. James was so turned on. What was he doing? He'd been torturing his body, not Amy's. He'd been exposing himself, not Amy. He was on the edge of orgasm, not...

He came, hard, thinking about just how humiliated he was. He couldn't help it, he was so horny, he just kept pumping and pumping, milking himself live on stage. Fuck. Why had he done this to himself.

"Good boy, James. Now Sleep for me."

The last thing James felt was the sting of the floor sitting his abused cheeks before sensation left him entirely.