Warning: This story contains strong language and mature contents.

A/N: This story contains BDSM scene, you have been warned. Thank you for your feedback. I'm so sorry for taken quite a long time to update as my real life is quite busy and I also want to aplogize that my previous story has created some uncomfortable zone and has let you guys down as Elena/Mrs. Lincoln was appearing in that story. I will not do it again, I promise.

But I received a guest's review that kinda broke my heart a little. I used that character in my story doesn't mean I support pedophiles. Personally, my younger sister was a victim when she was 8. Can you imagine the feelings and the pain we suffered for years? You have no idea how much I hate pedophiles - those monsters that destroyed my sister and even ME physically and emotionally.

If you (the guest reviewer) really didn't like that one which makes you stop reading my story, then fine. I can't stop you for doing that. But I just have to tell you even if I use Elena/Mrs. Lincoln in my story, it doesn't mean I agree to pedophiles and I'm not a fan of Christian and Anastasia. This is a fictional story for God's sake.

I apologize again to all of my readers if I have let you guys disappointed. Hopefully you will enjoy this one and give me another chance.

P.S: This story is from Christian's POV

Disclaimer: The characters belong to E. L. James.

Her Punishment

I pull into the drive of the house my Anastasia was staying at. It's a small place, nothing fancy. I know she's home, her car is in the drive. I park and very quietly leave my car and take to the front steps of the house.

I can hear Anastasia moving around inside and I feel the smile start to spread. She's had a rough few days at the office, so she's earned a treat.

As I slip the key in the lock I clear my face, looking neutral at best. As I enter unexpectedly I catch her unawares.

Rather than the usual greeting she jumps in surprise and just stares at me for a few long moments. It's the opening I was hoping for.

I scowl at Anastasia, standing there dressed in her office attire, and put steel in my voice.

"Is this how you greet me, Anastasia?" I ask, putting emphasis on that last word.

She squeaks and drops to her knees, her skirt riding up some over her stocking covered legs. She lowers her head and very meekly starts to apologize, her words soft.

"No, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I had a long day." Anastasia says softly.

I allow myself a slight smile only because she's not looking up at me. Then, I clear my face again and put that hard edge back into my voice.

"I see. Wait there." is all I say.

I turn and leave the house, leaving the door slightly ajar so she can hear me head to my car and open my trunk. I pause then, giving her a little time to stew, before I pick up the leather travel bag I keep the toys in and head back inside.

I find her there, still kneeling where she was. She was such a good girl.

I close the door behind me and set the bag down on a chair. I watch her as I move the coffee table to a better spot in the room, the heavy wooden furniture making a dragging noise which causes Anastasia to look up some.

I catch her eye and she blushes, looking back at her hands. I put the table in the middle of the room. Anyone coming in could easily see her, as could anyone looking in any of the windows or door, should they be open.

Once satisfied with the placement I walk over to her and look down, taking a deep breath to calm my own excitement.

"Are you ready for your punishment, Anastasia?" I ask hard edge in my voice.

"Yes, Sir" came the meek response.

I reach down and gently pat her head a few times before I seize her by the hair and start to drag her to the coffee table.

She knows this game well enough to come along after that first tug and let me guide her up onto the table.

"Kneel." I order and she does so.

She looks up at me though, slightly puzzled at her placement. I give her a little half smirk and then set myself to work. I open the leather bag and pull out the leather cuffs.

She puts her hands behind her back, knowing that's where I want them. I slide the smooth cuffs about her wrists and lock them closed and to each other.

Next come the ankle bindings, again locked into place but not to each other. Once that far I again go into the bag and remove the blindfold and slip it on over her eyes, keeping the rest a surprise.

Now the fun really begins.

I grab her ankles and part her legs. Between her parted ankles I lock the spreader bar in place. Anastasia gasps a little at the sensation, tugging a little at it to test it's give.

A little whimper tells me she knows she's in trouble and enjoying it. Then I move around her, pulling her blouse open some and her bra down under her sizable bust.

I adjust the nipple clamps to be firm but not painful before I clip them into place. A small groan and a squirm tells me she's well on her way to being aroused.

I allow myself to smile now, her having seen through my false pretense for play. She always was a smart girl.

The rope is next, a few loops around each leg just under the knee and then to each other under the table with enough slack she can kneel comfortably.

Now for the torment I know Anastasia will love.

I push down on her hips some, parting her knees a little more then is comfortable.

"Hold still." I tell her.

Anastasia nods and whimpers a little, bound and mostly dressed still. I slip the cord from my pocket and tie it off on each of the nipple clamps.

I tie another piece to the middle of the pair and run it under the table and up, tying it off to her bound wrists.

"You may move now." I tell her.

Anastasia shifts her knees to the limit of the rope, the lift of her body causing the cord I just tied to tug at her nipples. She whimpers and tries to shift but she can no longer get comfortable.

I allow myself to grin at that and get the last special treat for tonight. I slip the straight razor from my pocket and I flick it open near her ear, letting her hear the sharp metallic click of it opening.

I then start to work at cutting off her clothing. I start with the blouse, running the smooth, dull side of the blade over her skin before taking my time slicing through her clothing, letting the girl hear the soft sounds of fabric being sliced.

Anastasia shivers and whimpers, squirming in place. I'm very careful not to cut her, but I keep that cold blade in contact with her skin as much as possible.

Once the blouse was cut free next came the bra, then the skirt. I close the razor and tuck it into my pocket, smirking some.

I reach down and place my hand between her legs, right over the wet spot in her panties and stockings. I lightly play my fingers across it.

"Someone enjoying this?" I ask, a little mocking in my tone.

"Yes, Sir." she whimpers, a hot blush on her cheeks.

The razor came out again. This time I take even more time, making sure to tease her with the blade as I cut away at her stockings. Once those where out of the way and cut down to just over her knees, the blade again goes away.

"Do you want to cum, Anastasia?" I ask, as I reach into the bag and pull out a vibrator, a rather strong one with several settings.

"Yes, sir. Please let me cum, sir." Anastasia begs, a whine coming into her voice.

"No." I say.

Casually, as I turn the vibrator on a low, steady thrum and slip it into her panties so just the tip rests against her clitoris. She whines and squirms, unable to get herself comfortable on that table.

I take the blindfold off, it's use now past.

"Watch me." I order her.

I drag one of her chairs over in front of her, her eyes locked on me. I make her watch as I sit down in my slacks and dress shirt and unzip my pants. I make her watch as I pull my hard shaft free and start to stroke it slowly.

A whine comes from Anastasia, her eyes fixed to my shaft, her panties now so soaked through she's starting to leave a mess on her thighs.

"Please, sir, let me help you." she says in a pleading tone.

"No. And you may not cum until I do." I say, a smirk twisting my lips as she whines and squirms.

I slow my pace on myself, obviously dragging things out in front of her. Then without warning I stop and stand.

I walk over to her and trail a finger along her thigh, gathering some of her wetness. I look her in the eyes and make a show of tasting her.

"Someone really wants a release, doesn't she?" I ask, mocking in my tone.

She nods her head some and whines, unable to form words her arousal has taken her. I slap her across her bottom suddenly. Then, my hand seizing her hair and forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"Answer me, Anastasia." I growl.

"Yes, Sir." comes her meek response.

"If you can't answer me like a good girl you won't get fucked like one." I snarl and let go.

She cries out softly and tries to watch me as I walk around behind her. I seize her hair in one hand again and yank back, forcing her back to arch some and look at the ceiling.

My other hand grabs her panties, twists, and then gives several hard yanks until they tear free, the vibrator tumbling to the floor.

Anastasia flinches some, which causes her nipples to tug some, drawing another low moan of pleasure from her. I toss the panties aside and slip my hand over her soaked folds, soaking my fingers in her juices.

Anastasia groans in raw, primal need at that. Then, I drag my hand up, over her bare bottom, soaking her rear pucker with those juices.

She lets out a gasp and a whine as she feels that, squirming in place in arousal and desperation.

I again wet my hand with her arousal only to slather my own cock with them this time. I take myself in hand and lower myself slightly, using my grip to guide me.

I find the hole I seek and slowly start to apply pressure, letting it build, letting the anticipation in both of us build.

Anastasia groans and pushes back, wanting this more and more even as the movement causes the clamps to tug at her nipples.

I ease up, letting her do some of the work and to draw a small whine of frustration from her. Then I push into her, letting out a groan that is matched by her own as I enter her.

Her tight ring clamps down on me for a few moments as she gets herself under control. Once it loosens some I start to rock my hips, working more and more of myself into her with every passing moment.

Then as my hips press to her ass I let go of myself. I bring my mouth close to her ear and speak in a quiet but firm voice.

"Where is my cock, Anastasia?".

"In my ass, sir." comes her breathy, almost whimpering response.

"Why is it in your ass?" I ask in that same, firm tone without raising my voice.

"Because I didn't greet sir properly as I should be, sir." she replies, swallowing hard.

I slide my hand not in her hair up along her body slowly, letting her feel it. I wrap my fingers around her throat slowly, not squeezing, just holding for a long moment.

"Mine." I whisper.

"Yours." Anastasia replied.

Then I slide my hand down and grip her hip in my hand. I tug back on her hair a little tighter before I start to thrust. There was no thinking at this point.

I moved my hips in that most primal of rhythms, working my hard shaft in and out of her tight ass. I started slow, letting the pleasure and the pressure build, letting her arousal feed my own.

I feel her pushing back into me now, her body wanting what I can give it. I let go of her hair now, both hands on her hips. My grip pulls at her bottom, parting it, allowing myself to push deeper.

My swaying balls are soaked with her arousal, a wet slapping sound filling the room with our grunts, groans, and the sounds of my hips crashing into her.

I feel it coming, boiling up inside my loins. The tightening of my sack, the feel of my shaft thickening. She can feel it too, pushing back now harder, craving what's to come.

"Please, sir, give it to me." she whimpers in the middle of our frenzy.

Those words push me over the edge. I slam into her again and hold it, letting out a scream of pleasure. I feel myself start to throb and pulse, and then release into her.

I hold myself there, buried deep in her bottom, letting the orgasm crash around me. I'm aware she screams as well, a tightening of her body around mine.

As the orgasm subsides I slowly come down, slowly pulling from her body with a groan. I pant softly as I try and catch my breath, looking at her and the mess she made all over the table.

"You made a mess, Anastasia." I say, grinning and panting.

Then I start to release her, starting with the nipples and working backwards. Once Anastasia is free, she slips from the table to the floor, rubbing the feeling back into her nipples. She looks up at me and grins, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Maybe I should have bad weeks at work more often, Christian." Anastasia says, a slow satisfied grin on her face.

That's my girl...