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My Magazine > Editors Archive > Exotic Stories > His Bad Girl
His Bad Girl   by Owen Reynolds

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I was out clubbing with my wife, digging the local bands, and blowing off some steam. It had been snowing out, and we'd had a few drinks, so we decided to grab a taxi home. We arrived at our building feeling warm and cozy, making out in the elevator, and -- once behind the closed door of our apartment -- peeled off each other's clothes on the way to the bedroom. We were barely able to control ourselves.


I was running my hands all over Charlotte's lean, athletic frame, touching her breasts, her waist, and the small of her back. When I got to her behind, my hands lingered for several moments. My wife has a gorgeous ass. In the three years we've been together, I've never been able to leave it alone, and that night was no exception. We were trading sensual kisses, and my hands explored the creamy smooth flesh of her behind, when she gave me a playful look and said, "Spank me."


Cool! I thought, slapping her once on the ass.


Charlotte looked disappointed. "Not like that, Owen. Spank me like I've been bad!"


I brought my hand down across both cheeks of her bottom, producing a resounding smack. "Oh, yes!" Charlotte whispered. Her breathing got deeper, and when I smacked her again I saw goose bumps rise on her arms.


What the hell, I thought, deciding to play along simply to see where this would go. I leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Are you a bad girl?"


"I am a bad girl, Owen," she said, her voice becoming more urgent. I sat on the edge of the bed and bent to pick up my pants from the floor where I'd thrown them. Pulling out my belt, I told Charlotte to get over my knees. She gasped and lay down carefully across my thighs.


It was quite a stirring sight. Charlotte's shapely backside looked even more naked now that she was draped over my lap. Her body was warm, and I felt my cock stiffening beneath her. I must admit that it made me feel empowered to have her at my mercy. I slipped my hand down between her legs; she was soaking wet and responded with a lustful groan.


I gave her a few licks with the belt -- not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to bring a rosy blush to her cheeks. Both of us were frantic with need, and I practically threw her down on the bed to mount her from behind. Her cunt was drenched, and I slipped easily into her tight pussy, giving her another lick with the belt. Charlotte ground her hips against the bed as I alternated thrusts of my cock with lashes from the belt. Finally, she gasped and came all over my cock.


Curious as to how far I could push this, I told Charlotte to get down on her knees and suck me. I expected to get an amused smile and a playful acceptance, but Charlotte dropped like a willing slave, seeming quite eager to please me. It was becoming obvious that my wife had a submissive side, yet I was surprised at how her behavior excited me. I ordered her to get on all fours, and then I fucked her frantically, punctuating every few strokes with a good whack on her behind and making her squeal with pleasure. I did it over and over until her bottom was bright red. Charlotte spent the following day with a slightly sore fanny and a big smile on her face.


I suppose that part of me found it fascinating to explore the erotic possibilities that existed for us as a couple, but I also found it terribly exciting that Charlotte felt comfortable enough to share this side of herself with me. What I found most thrilling, however, was seeing how aroused she'd gotten. I wanted to see that excitement in her eyes again, and it began to consume my every waking thought.


I decided to do some online shopping. I told Charlotte nothing of my purchases, even having them delivered to my business address, so that I could surprise her. I left work early on the following Friday, to be home before her. I cleaned the apartment and had a candlelit dinner waiting for her when she arrived. I doted on her, even carrying her to the bathroom afterward and drawing her bath. "Your clothes are laid out for you on the bed," I told her.


"Are we going somewhere?" she asked.


"They're not the kind of clothes one wears to go out," I explained. "They're the kind of clothes one wears to stay in. Put them on -- all of them -- and then stand by the bed and wait for me."


Charlotte knew me very well. She saw the gleam in my eye, and she could tell that I had something special planned. "Okay," she said softly.


I went and fixed myself a drink. When I heard the bathroom door open, I waited ten minutes and then headed up to the bedroom. Charlotte stood by the bed, waiting patiently in the garments I had picked out for her. The black leather corset and black satin panties were a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. The top edge of the corset pushed her breasts forward, her tiny nipples already stiffening. Charlotte has amazing legs, and I couldn't resist ordering the black fishnet stockings, garter belt and spiked heels, which looked as wonderful on her as I had imagined they would. The showstoppers, however, were the thick leather collar, leather blindfold and handcuffs. My cock stirred when I saw her hands locked behind her back. I felt a strange sense of agitation, seeing her standing next to our bed, looking so helpless.


I didn't make a sound, but moved across the room and crept behind her, letting her feel my breath against her neck. "You've been a naughty little girl," I whispered.


"Yes, sir."


I covered Charlotte's mouth with my hand and kept my voice soft but firm. "I didn't give you permission to speak. I'll have to teach you not to be so bold."


Charlotte shuddered when she heard me open the drawer of the bedside table. I was feeling quite stimulated as well. My knees were getting weak as I walked back to her with another recent purchase, a cat-o'-nine-tails. I approached her from behind and draped the whip over her shoulder, letting the ends of the lashes brush against the tops of her breasts. Charlotte gasped when she felt the leather tickle her skin.


"Your nipples are hard," I whispered. "Are you thinking dirty thoughts?"


"Yes, sir," she murmured.


I slashed the cat lightly over her breasts. "Louder."

"Yes, sir!"

Taking care to deliver a slight sting but not hurt her, I whipped Charlotte's breasts again. "You're a naughty girl, and I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I grabbed her by the wrists. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled her down over my knees and let the lashes slide gingerly over her backside. Charlotte's breathing was getting erratic, and I yanked down the back of her panties. "That flogger would please you too much," I teased, tossing down the cat-o'-nine-tails so that she could hear it land on the carpet. "You deserve my hand."

"Oh, God," she whispered.

I brought my hand down on her bare bottom. Charlotte squealed, but there was delight in her voice, and I gave her a few more swats before slipping my hand between her legs. She was soaked, and I spanked her until her bottom was bright pink. Then I stood her up in front of me and took a step back to gaze upon her beauty.

I felt that sense of power again, seeing this gorgeous woman, who could have any man she wanted, so eager to submit to my will.

Charlotte's knees were so weak that she could barely stand straight. Her breathing was deep, and there were goose bumps all over her smooth skin. I stood up next to her, and then slid her panties down over the smoothness of her thighs, letting my fingertips brush against the soft down of her pubic hair. "You are not to come, do you understand?" I said, lightly massaging her clit. "Answer me!"

"Yes, sir!" Charlotte's legs began trembling, and my fingers slipped into her with ease. She was hot and wet inside, and I thrust my fingers in and out of her clasping tunnel. She was already dangerously close to orgasm -- I could tell from the way her body shuddered. I stopped to whip her thighs and buttocks.

Charlotte was panting, and I could barely keep my hand off my rod -- it was throbbing in my shorts. From my dresser drawer I withdrew two plastic clothespins, placing one of each of Charlotte's breasts, about an inch above her nipples. A small gasp escaped her lips as I gave each a gentle nudge. "You are not to come," I whispered. "Do you understand?"

"I am not to come," she said, her voice shaking.

But then she came almost as soon as I got my hand back on her pussy, gritting her teeth and emitting an animalistic growl.

I laughed. "You little slut! How dare you disobey me?" I grabbed the cat-o'-nine-tails off the floor. "You must be enjoying this. Are you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Louder," I demanded, lashing at her thighs.

"Yes, sir!"

I walked back to the dresser and took a few more clothespins. With deliberate slowness, I placed one on each of Charlotte's nipples. Her breathing quickened -- this was exciting for her. Then I placed another clothespin on each of her thighs. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. I placed the last clothespin just above her navel, and Charlotte moaned softly. Taking the lash again, I whipped her lightly on her thighs, her buttocks and her breasts. "You must learn to control yourself," I said, returning my fingers to her wet pussy.

She lasted a bit longer this time, but experiencing her most intimate fantasies in real life was clearly having an effect on her, and she went off again, trying to suppress the groan and failing.

I could barely believe it. "Down!" I hissed, grabbing her by the collar and tugging. "Get down on your knees. If you're going to act like a whore, then I'll treat you like one!"

Charlotte whimpered -- a little noise laced with abandon.

Carefully, I took off all of the clothespins. She gasped loudly when I removed the two that had been clamping her nipples. I sucked on each of them to temper the sting, and she wriggled delightfully. Before she could get too excited, I pulled back and whipped at her breasts with the lash. She moaned with pleasure, rocking in place. I took out my aching hard-on and let it just brush her cheek. Charlotte opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, searching for my rod, and I teased her, letting it poke up against her face before directing it to her mouth. She lapped at it with relish, longing for a real taste. I found myself enjoying her frustration. I allowed only the head of my cock to slip between her plump lips and let her bathe it with her tongue.

My own excitement was quickly getting the best of me, and I snatched my dick away from her mouth, slapping it playfully against her cheek. Charlotte moaned. "It's right here, baby," I said gently. "All you have to do is find it." I dangled my hard-on in front of her blindfolded face while she opened her mouth and craned her neck, searching for it. When her tongue touched the end of my cock, I sighed and pushed it in her mouth, right to the back of her throat, making her gag. But Charlotte was an experienced cocksucker, and she added pressure and tightened her lips, pumping my cock in and out and letting the head bump up against the back of her palate. It was divine, and I felt unbridled lust building up in my balls.

Again I withdrew, and again Charlotte searched for my dick. Playfully, I gave her another light slap on the face with my cock, and then kissed her. "You are here for my enjoyment tonight, and I'll use you any way I like," I told her. "If I take the cuffs off, you may put your hands one area only -- on my cock and balls. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I grabbed my pants from the floor and reached into the pocket for the key to the handcuffs. After I freed her, Charlotte found that her arms were stiff, but she went right to work gently pumping my dick and caressing my balls, exactly as I'd instructed. She did this all while holding the head of my cock between her lips. My eyes closed, and I was quickly losing myself in what she was doing, but then I noticed that the hand on my balls was missing. When I opened my eyes, I saw Charlotte's hand was between her legs, working her pussy furiously. She was about to come again.

"You little tramp!" I scolded. I whipped off the blindfold, and Charlotte blinked at me. "Get up," I said, trying to sound as if I was disappointed in her. The truth was that I could barely control the trembling of my own knees! "You've been so very bad," I said softly.

"Yes, sir."

"You've deliberately disobeyed me, again and again, and now you must be punished. Get down on all fours."

Charlotte dropped immediately, rearing up her gorgeous ass. Submitting so completely to the person she trusted most had turned her entire body into a live wire. Sliding my belt from my pants, I folded it over and whipped her perfect buttocks, making sure there was enough force behind each lash to make it sting. Charlotte yelped, but her hips moved sensuously. I could tell that to her this wasn't a punishment, but a pleasure. When her bottom was sufficiently striped, I stopped and tossed the belt aside.

"Let's see if you've learned any self-control," I scolded, sliding my fingers down the crack of her ass. I took my time, letting the tips of my fingers run along her honeyed folds. The moisture was oozing from her cunt, and the scent of her arousal was driving me out of my mind. I bent down and began to lick at her wetness, backing off every time she grew close to orgasm.

I slid a finger into her pussy, and Charlotte moaned in ecstasy. Slowly, I moved my finger in and out. Her breathing quickened, but she seemed more able to control herself this time. I moved a bit faster, making sure to withdraw my finger completely before plunging back into her. She started to moan, but was still able to stay in control. Finally, I began to lick her clit as I finger-fucked her, which nearly pushed her over the edge. I withdrew and moved up behind her to sink my cock in up to the hilt.

Charlotte almost cried with relief. Her pussy burned with her passion, and her hips rocked languidly back and forth along the length of my cock. She was soaking wet, literally dripping around me, the moisture seeping down her thighs. I pulled out, and Charlotte moaned her impatience. I gave her a resounding smack for being so presumptuous and grabbed her hair, tugging on it gently. Charlotte stilled, and I bent to kiss and lick her asshole, something that never fails to make her insane with lust.

Every time I caught her hips moving, I'd give her ass a smack. When finally she calmed, I slid my cock slowly back into her, and then withdrew it just as gradually. I did it over and over, taking her to the edge of frustration. Her asshole was still nice and slippery from my tongue, and I slid half my index finger into it, coaxing another groan from her as I fucked both of her holes at once.

I pulled back from her and stood her up, and then I whipped her breasts again with the cat-o'-nine tails, giving her thighs and buttocks a few more lashes as well. Then I lay on my back on the floor and ordered her to ride my cock. "You must behave this time," I told her. "If you come without permission, you will get the ultimate punishment. This game will end -- immediately. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she said, sounding disappointed by the very idea that our fun might stop.

"You may fuck me now."

This time she did a little better. Able to control her own rhythm, Charlotte was able to back off, or slow the pace down whenever she neared orgasm. This kept me in a constant state of priapism. I pinched and twisted her nipples just the way she likes. "You may finger your pussy."

"Thank you, sir," she said breathily.

"You're a dirty little thing, aren't you?" I goaded her, slapping her ass, and then I grabbed her hips and fucked her deeply.

"Do you want to come?" I asked.

"More than anything, sir."

"Then be a good girl and do it."

When I felt her climax building, I pumped my hips upward, using hard, fast strokes, as she continued to finger herself until she came again, thrashing atop me. Finally, I had her kneel down on the floor.

Keeping her hands behind her back, Charlotte used only her mouth to make me climax. She licked and slurped. Then her mouth formed a tight circle around the crown of my penis, moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. I felt the tension rising in my cock. Charlotte edged me closer and closer, and then I was spurting across her face. She stuck out her tongue to catch some, licking her lips to savor my cream.

I could not have predicted how much closer Charlotte and I have grown as a couple by exploring this aspect of our sexuality. Occasionally we trade roles, and I have to trust to how well she knows me -- she is always able to tell how far I want to go. Lately we've been discussing the idea of me bringing home a friend or coworker, and having Charlotte service him -- or her -- in any way I'd like. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning of our kinky adventures.