The Dare

Curious, I turned and pulled up my skirt so I could get a look at my ass in the mirror. So red - still hot and stinging from Manson’s hand. Just remembering my position, held so firmly in place and helpless to escape, made me bite my lip and curl my toes.

God, I wanted him to do that again. I wanted him to hurt me. Hurt me, fuck me, make me scream. I'd irritated him, I knew I had, so there was at least the possibility of another merciless spanking awaiting me when I got outside. What if he did it in front of his friends? What if there was no privacy this time?

Still looking back at my reddened ass in the mirror, I leaned against the wall in front of me and slipped my hand beneath my skirt. My fingers slid over my clit and I rubbed quickly, furiously. I couldn't take too long...people were waiting...I bit my lip to keep quiet, thinking of Manson's hand slapping over my reddened skin.

A harsh knock pounded on the door and I gasped out, "H-hold on...just a minute…" I was so close. I'd gone so long in such a heightened state of arousal that it didn't take much. My fingers were slick, and I closed my eyes. More pounding at the door, dammit…

I imagined Manson bending me over, holding me tight under his arm, scolding me as the clowns watched, smacking me until I wept openly, uncontrollably -

More knocking. It was angry now, insistent. Fuck, I couldn't cum like this. With a loud growl of frustration, I tugged down my skirt, yanked open the door and snapped, "Jesus, I'm done, okay, you don't have to be such an asshole-"

Manson shoved me back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed me, gripping my arms, and pressed me back against the wall. I was guiltily aware of the stickiness of my arousal on my fingers, a damning indicator of my disobedience.

"Sh-shit...Manson…" He loomed over me, looking at me as if he wanted to eat me alive.

"What do you think you're doing, angel?" he said. He grabbed my wrist, pulling up my hand. "What's all this on your fingers, hm? Did you think you could just sneak off and do something so naughty?"

My breath shuddered as I faced him. "I...um...there were people waiting out there…"

"Not anymore," he smiled. "It's a big house, there's other bathrooms they can use. I pointed them in the right direction. We need a little time to ourselves."

“Are you going to hurt me?” I whispered.

“Oh yes. More than you can imagine. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.” I should have been terrified but my entire body was buzzing with anticipation. My fantasies of punishment were nothing compared to the real thing.

“If I cross a line you better damn well use it. Do you understand?”

I nodded again. My pussy clenched and I whined, squeezing my legs together. If I had seen myself a couple years ago how I was now - whining and dripping in front of the boy I’d laughed at - I would have been horrified. I wouldn’t have believed it.

I still hardly believed it.

“It's time for another lesson, Jess,” Manson said, looking me up and down. "It was only a couple hours ago that you were getting that cute little ass of yours beat. Did you forget what that feels like already?" He released my arms, and reached around to squeeze my stinging ass. I yelped, dissolving into moans of pain. His touch was electrifying. I wanted him to grip me harder, rougher. I wanted him to slam me against the wall again.

"I didn't forget!" His hold on my ass pulled me close against him, and I pressed closer. "You make it so damn difficult to obey! And you didn't tell me not to touch myself!"

"You little brat," he chuckled. "I told you I wanted to see you suffer. I wanted to see you squirm. You don't get to take that pleasure away from me." He shook his head in disapproval. "I really wish I had my paddle on me...god, turning your ass black and blue with that sweet thing would have you obeying as you should."

I was shaking. I didn't know if I wanted to mask my fear with anger, or my horniness with sassiness, or if his threats were going to break me and have me begging again. He owned a paddle...he literally owned instruments to inflict pain and humiliation. He was such a freak.

And god, I loved it. I wished he had his paddle with him too.

Instead of sass, I went for a different tactic: sweetness. "I'm trying so hard to be good!" I whined. "Come on, Manson- er...Master...please...if you'd just let me get off…"

"I don't bargain for good behavior, angel. God, don't you know how long I've wanted to do this? Do you have any idea how good it feels to punish the girl who always laughed at me?" He cradled my face in his hands, his hold tender as he kept me pressed to the wall. "Getting to watch you whine and complain and get so red...but still do everything I say? It's too good."

"You're a jerk," I whimpered. "I want it so bad, Manson…"

"What?" He said softly. "What do you want?"

"I want you! I just want to fuck, please, you've got me so fucking turned on I can't stand it, it's going to drive me crazy!" I gasped, my desperation exploding. "Please don't make me keep waiting, please just - just - bend me over and fuck me!"

Inside I was cringing, but I couldn't help it. If begging was the only thing that would end this torturous wait, then that's what I'd do. Manson was chuckling, then laughing aloud, and when I finally fell silent, he said pityingly, "Oh, Jess. Poor girl. You’re gonna get fucked, trust me. Soon enough you’ll be fucked so hard you won’t be walking straight for a week. But first…” He pulled something out of his pocket: that thin bit of cotton and elastic that he’d taken from me earlier, my thong. He dangled it in front of my face. "Do you still want this back?"

"Yes please," my voice was small, defeated. If he was offering my thong, that meant more waiting. I felt as if I could have cried from sheer desire.

“I can’t believe you refused to put this in your mouth for your dare," he said. "Think how different this all could have been if you had.”

“I couldn’t! Not in front of everyone…”

“Pride doesn’t have a place in your service to me.” He brought the thong close to my face, caressing the lacey fabric against my cheek. “I just can’t let that dare go, Jess. I really wanted to see you put these in your mouth.”

I gulped. “Manson...please…”

“Put them in your mouth.” His voice was gentle. “Put them in your mouth, face the wall, and bend over.”

My mind raced. Bend over...I’d be completely exposed. He’d see all of me...every dripping piece of flesh. He’d seen me when he spanked me over his lap, of course...but every exposure felt just as intimate, just as degrading, and just as exciting.

Unbidden fantasies flashed through my head. I thought of his fingers caressing me...parting me...pressing inside me...

I opened my mouth, awaiting my gag. There was a flicker of shock at my acquiescence on his face, before a fire lit in his eyes. He pressed the thong into my mouth - not quite a mouthful but enough to smother any sounds I might attempt. I could have spit it out easily, but I closed my mouth just enough to keep it inside. I met his eyes for a moment - a long, tense moment - before I slowly turned, bent at the waist, and clutched my ankles.