Taken down
My dear friend “The Listener” wrote this for me after sharing with him my newly discovered ‘take down’ fantasies. He also has a few delicious tumblr blogs. Here and Here.
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“No!” she shouted. “I don’t want to be punished. Not for this!”
He folded his arms. “I don’t care what you want. You know the rules.”
“Fuck the rules! And fuck you!”
“Oh, that’s enough of that.” Reed put his hands on the arms of his chair and moved as if to get up. “Get over here. Last chance.”
Amanda stepped closer, but it was a feint. When Reed reached for her, she sidestepped and bolted for the door.
Reed was right on her heels, faster than any man his size had a right to be. His fingers closed on the tail of her shirt; she yelped and wrenched away, pounding down the hall. But he caught her again on the landing, caught her and shoved her up against the wall. One big hand went around her left wrist, all his weight sandwiching her against the rough surface.
“No!” she howled, writhing. Moving hurt her wrist but she fought him anyway. “Please, Reed, don’t do this.” There was a tremor in her voice. “Please!”
“You know the rules, Amanda,” he said, sounding disturbingly reasonable. “And you also know I can’t – and won’t – let this go.”
“No!” Another shout. She pushed against him, and he pushed back.
Which was what she needed. Amanda jerked her elbow outward, into Reed’s chest. He grunted, grip loosening just enough for her to spin and slap his face, a gunshot of flesh on flesh. He let go, completely surprised, and she jumped down, three steps at a time. Her hand was on fire – she’d hit him that hard.
She shuddered for an instant. He was going to hurt her so much more for that, unless she did something drastic enough to really stop him.
But it was too late, and Reed was too close again. He caught her in the living room – almost tackled her, really – and bore her to the ground. She squirmed onto her back and, as he moved to straddle her, she jerked her knee upward.
Reed went pale, groaned a little, but to her shock, he didn’t move.
“Oh, God.”
If anything, Reed got more businesslike after that; not angry at all. And Amanda couldn’t stop him from carrying her back to the bedroom and throwing her on the bed.
She didn’t even bother trying to escape, not anymore. Reed had won. Amanda just lay there, the edge of the bed against her thighs, as Reed climbed onto the bed and straddled her again, this time facing away, his body heavy on her lower back – not so heavy as to hurt her, though; that was coming, and it would hurt much, much more.
It did. Reed’s hand slammed into the seat of her jeans, big enough that, despite Amanda’s rubenesque form, the pain reached from the top of her cheek to the top of her thigh.
She screamed for real now, loud enough to drown out the sound of the second spank, another explosion of fire through her lower body. “Why, Amanda?” he asked. Then he hit her again: another wail. “Why do you fight me?” The fourth came too fast, and on top of the third, and she broke, beginning to bawl. “I always win, and you always make it worse for yourself.” Another bruising smack to the same cheek, and even through her jeans and her panties beneath she knew she was already crimson. “Why, Amanda? Why?”
She started to speak, but each time she made a sound that was even close to words, he slammed his palm against her backside and she just howled instead.
Amanda had no idea how much she’d already taken when Reed’s weight came off her back. She saw him sit in the chair. “Get off the bed and bare your backside,” he said. “It’s time for your punishment.”
“My…” Her mouth was dry, face wet with tears. She got up and stared at him. “But Reed, I–”
“Bare backside,” he said, mild, not even angry. “Over my knee. Right now.”
Amanda met his eyes. She knew that look. Her only option was to undo her jeans, pushing them past her hips, wincing as they dragged over her already-worn-out ass. The panties were easier, at least. But when it came time to go over Reed’s knee, she started to cry again. “Please, Reed,” she babbled. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good! No!”
The last was a cry of surprise; he’d grabbed her wrist and yanked her over his lap. One hand pushed the center of her back; the other manipulated her cheeks. She hissed. “Reed, please, don’t punish me anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Amanda,” he said, and it sounded like he meant it. “But you ran.”
His hand pounded against her bare ass and she screamed.
“And then you hit me.” Another strike; the pain was so hot it felt icy. “Three times!” Now he did sound angry, and his hand began falling faster, brutal explosions of sound and agony centered on her backside. She could hear them even over her strangled sobs and shouts. She grabbed his leg, tried to squirm, but he was too strong, and he just kept spanking her.
And spanking her.
And spanking her.
It must have ended. The sounds were gone. She was standing next to him, his body as naked as hers. They were both wet.
The shower.
Cool water rained gently on her shoulders and poured over her ass. She wanted to howl, but her voice was too hoarse; instead, she just clutched him, pressing her face against the damp hair of his chest, weeping and whimpering.
After a long while, he put one finger under her chin and turned her face up to his.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for misbehaving, and for running, and for…” She trailed off. “Oh, God, Reed, did I try to kick you in the balls?”
“Knee, actually.” He smiled.
Her face went hot. “I… did I?”
“Oh, you did.”
Amanda cringed and reached down. His cock wasn’t hard, but then, she wasn’t looking for that anyway. Her hand found the heavy, soft flesh of his scrotum and kneaded it gently. “I’m so sorry, Reed.”
“I know you are.”
Amanda looked down then, unable to meet his eyes. It allowed her to see his erection growing hard and thick, curving upward in small measures. “Reed, may I–”
“Not in here.”
Amanda preferred him standing, preferred to sit on her heels, but she couldn’t bear even the thought. Reed lay on the bed instead, watching Amanda lift his balls to her lips. She worked them into her mouth, massaged his testicles with her tongue. His cock pulsed and throbbed against her nose as she soothed him. Not that he really needed it, apparently, but every time she thought about what she’d done her face went hot and her heart started to pound.
When Reed started stroking his cock, Amanda knew it was time to ease his balls out of her mouth – carefully; the size of them stretched her lips and she had to be mindful not to bite him – and lick her way up to the head of his cock. “May I?” she asked.
“You may.”
Amanda opened her mouth as wide as she could and worked Reed’s thick cock past her lips. He wasn’t terribly long; she could get him all the way down without choking. It was the thickness that made it difficult, that made her jaw ache.
But it was a good ache. Not like the fireworks still going off in her ass every time she moved the wrong way.
Concentrating on Reed’s cock helped, though. It especially helped her remember that she was lucky; if she’d been particularly naughty, he’d have fucked her ass after spanking her, and while she enjoyed that in principle, Reed’s cock was too big around to be pleasurable for very long.
The memory of the last time he’d taken her ass made her shiver and clench, and she moaned around Reed’s cock as she took him all the way down, swallowing, manipulating his head with her throat.
“I’m coming,” he whispered. She backed up a bit, and just in time, too; he grunted, cock jumping against the roof of her mouth. A blast of heat sprayed her back teeth. She swallowed as the second arrived, then swallowed that one too. And she kept swallowing, kept his cock in her mouth, the vein underneath pulsing against her tongue, until he gasped and went limp.
Amanda eased his cock out, let it fall against his lower stomach, and moved up to kiss him. So many men she’d known were squeamish, but Reed just accepted it, kissing her swollen lips.
“I’m really sorry,” Amanda said, cheek on his chest. “I shouldn’t have gone for your balls.”
Reed shook his head. “It was your fantasy,” he said. His hand was in her thick, dark hair, petting her. Her pussy pulsed at the feeling. “You were going to get the spanking anyway.”
“I know.” A twinge in her ass. “God, Reed, I’m going to be bruised for days.”
“Of course you are.” He tugged gently at her hair; she couldn’t help a small moan at the back of her throat. “How is that any different from any other time I punish you?”
She didn’t have any words. He knew the slightest pull to her hair was enough to melt her. So she just moaned again; Reed made an amused noise. “That’s what I thought.”
Amanda squirmed against Reed’s body, then yelped as he rolled her onto her back, well-abused backside pressing into the sheets. “Reed! Damn it!”
His free hand went to her left breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her arch and whine in pain. “Mind your manners,” he cautioned. Then he twisted harder, electric fire snapping through her chest.
“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m sorry!”
“Yes, you are.” He released her; the cessation of pain flooded her breast like ice water.
Reed nestled between her thighs, which were spread obligingly for him, but he wasn’t hard. Not yet. His thick, flaccid cock pressed against her slick pussy, and he ground into her. It felt good until her body remembered the bruises on her ass. She moaned again, which made him bring more of his weight to bear on her, made him hold her more tightly under his body.
“If I didn’t have to spank you so hard,” Reed said, bending his head, “this wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
Amanda couldn’t answer. Reed’s mouth had moved to her right nipple, covering the large, dark areola. His teeth dug in gently. “Reed,” she hissed, her pussy fluttering as he suckled the thick, hard flesh of her nipple, “I have no right to ask, but–”
He lifted his mouth. “You’re right. You don’t.” But still he moved downward, off the edge of the bed. Amanda rolled onto her stomach and backed toward him, drawing up her knees, until her toes hung off the edge.
Reed didn’t do it right away, though. No, he just had to cover her ass with his hands, spread her cheeks apart, leave her feeling more vulnerable under his eyes than when he’d had her over his lap. “So tiny,” he said. His breath over the tight opening made her clench. She knew he saw it. “Soon,” he promised. “I’ll fuck your ass again soon. I promise.”
Amanda shivered again, and it was at that point Reed buried his face against the soaked slickness of her pussy. Like everything else he did, there was no warning, just his tongue driving into her, his mouth suckling her. She cried out and ground against his face, then yelped as he smacked her ass twice, first the left side and then the right. “Reed!”
He ignored her cry. “Higher,” he ordered, muffled. She arched and Reed took her clit into his mouth.
Amanda had wanted it to last, but she was already too close. It pushed her over the edge and she reared against him again. He grabbed her hips, jerking her against his face, and she came hard, convulsing, eyes going blurry. All the while Reed was licking her lips, drawing every bit of come from her even as she came down, until she collapsed, giggling the way she always did after a powerful orgasm.
Then she nearly screamed as his hand crashed into her still-throbbing backside. “What did I do?”
“Nothing.” He smacked her again and she howled. “Yet.”
Amanda thought turning to the side would get her out of the way of the next blow, but it landed on the back of her thigh instead.
“Please,” Reed said. “Try to escape again.”
Amanda looked over her shoulder. He’d stood up to spank her, and she could see how hard his cock was. She turned onto her back, relishing and cursing the renewed agony in her ass. Her pussy parted stickily as she took hold of her knees and opened herself to him. “I don’t want to get away,” she cooed. “I want you to catch me this time.”
Reed did. He ran the head of his cock along her lips, then thrust hard into her. The shock was tempered by her clit hitting the base of his shaft. She came again, clenching on his cock as it stretched her almost to the breaking point, coming so hard it actually hurt.
Then he started to fuck her. He was too big – and she was too short – to wrap her legs all the way around him, but her heels found his thighs and she arched to meet him each time, even though her ass bounced on the bed and sent a fresh blush of heat through her on the way down.
“Come for me,” Amanda begged. “Please, Reed, don’t make me wait.” Amanda knew he wouldn’t last long anyway; he never did after punishing her. This was her way of giving him permission to finish, to not force himself to make it last.
He didn’t. He slammed into her three more times, then pulled out and grabbed his cock. The broad head flushed bright, then spurted a thick, hot stream of come between her breasts. She pushed them together as his orgasm painted her caramel skin pale white, nipples and stomach, the quantity of it still amazing her even after all this time as lovers.
Reed moved past her then, laying on his side of the bed. Amanda joined him, come dripping onto his chest and the sheets underneath. But he hugged her close anyway, smearing their bodies with sticky seed. They kissed; Amanda tasted herself on his lips. His hands went to her ass and squeezed hard, and she groaned into his mouth. He drank it up, like he always did.
It hurt, but Amanda was used to it. And he’d been right; she’d deserved it.
Reed caught Amanda in the morning and told her to drop her pants. She bent over the side of the bed and let him work his finger over the marks and bruises that decorated her cheeks. “You look beautiful like this.”
“Just like this?” Her voice was strained; he had a red mark between two fingers. But he stopped squeezing it and instead spanked her, ten fast and brutal swats that left her teary-eyed.
“Get up, Amanda.”
She did as he ordered, heart in her throat – it wasn’t beyond him to punish her before work – but to her surprise he merely pulled her into a hug. “You’re always beautiful,” he said. “I just like adding a little decoration.”
“A little?” She couldn’t stop the smart-ass reply, and cringed as she heard herself say it.
“I could add another ten before you leave.”
“No!”
He hugged her harder. “I don’t care,” he said into her hair. Then he sat down and patted his lap.
With each smack, Reed told her, “you’re beautiful, Amanda.” And though she had to redo her makeup after – her tears beat waterproof mascara every time – and though the drive to work was agonizing at best, and though she didn’t sit down all day at work, Amanda really didn’t mind the pain.
She was already planning her next escape.
You scared me with that post title! After a week of no posts, I thought you were taking down your blog. I don’t get to check in often, but I do at least weekly.
That is an awesome story. I’m going to have to check out some of The Listener’s other stories!
Hugs,
Rambeau
Thanks… I’m glad you liked it.
I don’t have a lot of stories posted on my blog or anything, but I do have a bunch of things on my AdultFanFiction.net originals page: http://original.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296764864. I’ve not written a ton of erotica lately; I’ve been focusing on SF/F/H.
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I just wanted to thank you for this post.
Oh. My. God. SO hot. Thank you for posting it! (And thanks to Listener for writing!) This story reminds me SO much of my owner.
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