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Where She Belongs

Chapter 6

Punishment? What the hell am I going to do?

I can't exactly leave the room, but she has to be punished for this or else I'm going to be made to be a fool. I can't have that. She has to learn exactly who the boss is here.

Spanking?

It would be how you would deal with a child. She is no child, but she was acting childish. If you act like a child then you shall be treated like one. Yes, spanking will do and then I'll have to think of different kinds of punishments for other infractions.

My hand? A belt? I don't have a paddle. Hmm, I'll have to get one of those. That might be better than a belt yet harder than my hand.

I guess I should use a belt.

"Isabella, take off your pants and underwear." I know she can hear the authority in my voice.

She gets up and shakily begins unbuttoning the top of her jeans. She's going a little too slowly for my taste, but I let it go. After what seems like an excruciatingly long time, her ass is finally bare.

"Lay on the bed with your ass hanging off the edge. Lay on your hands." I point toward the bed and watch her take what can only be described as a death march to the bed.

I sigh heavily and walk into my closet to choose a belt. I feel like what I can imagine a frustrated parent feels like.

As I walk toward Isabella I start to second guess my actions. However, I can't back out now. It's too late. She has brought this upon herself.

"Isabella, do you know what you did wrong?" I ask as I brush my hand against her delectable little ass.

She remains still and does not answer.

"Answer me right now!" I demand.

"I d…don …don't know." She answers in a pleading voice.

How quickly they forget.

"I called you several times, and told you to come out of the bathroom, but you didn't budge." I say as I try to keep my composure as I listen to her sobs. Half of me wants to start the whipping and punish her for her disobedience and half of me wants to comfort her. I just can't give in.

"You are being punished because you didn't obey me. I had to kick in the door to get to you. Because of you, I damaged my door. I am going to have to have the lock removed from that door until you can be trusted. You are not to lock any door in my presence unless you have permission from me alone. Do you understand?"

"Yes." She sobs.

"Good. Now I am going to have to spank you with my belt all because you didn't listen to me. If you disobey me again then the punishment will be much worse." With that I bring the leather belt down and strike her backside.

She cries out, but I can't let that get to me. She deserves this.

I bring the belt down for a second time, and she wails louder than before. I don't think I'm striking her particularly hard. I guess I can try to do it with a little less strength, but not much. This must feel like a punishment not just a simple chastisement.

I strike her eight more times. However, with the last strike I do put a little more strength into it so it will definitely be unforgettable. If it is any indication by the quantity of her sobs then it will not be easily forgotten.

"Do you plan on disobeying me again?" I ask her as I go to put away my belt.

"No … no Sir. I promise. Please don't hit me again." She is full on crying now.

I let it go that she called me Sir instead of Edward. I can't imagine that it hurt as much as she is letting on, but then again I wasn't the one on the receiving end.

"You may go into the bathroom but leave the door open." I emphasize. "There is some cream in the medicine cabinet. Use it. Take your pants and panties with you and put them in the hamper. You are to remove the rest of your clothing and dispose of them as well."

With this, she looks up at me. I can see the begging and pleading in her eyes. I refuse to give in. Before all of this began she was to pleasure me and that will not change just because she decided to act childish.

I just cross my arms and raise an eyebrow at her daring her to say anything.

She disappears into the bathroom. Smart girl that she is now, she leaves the door open. I wait patiently until she reappears in the bedroom in the nude.

Damn, she's beautiful and she's all mine.

She finally seems to take notice that I am only wearing my boxers. I see her body immediately stiffen. She slowly walks to stand in front of me.

I grab her hand and guide her to the bed.

"Go ahead and lay on the bed … on top of the covers in the middle." I tell her as I quickly slip off my boxers.

She is staring straight up at the ceiling as I crawl on the bed over to here she's at. I lie down beside her and sigh.

"Isabella, first you are going to give me my release, and then maybe I will give you one as well." I run my hand down the side of her face to her breast and my fingers circle around her hardened nipple.

"Right now, I want you to get in between my legs."

She looks over at me, biting her lip. "Please, no. Please don't make me do this."

"If you don't want another punishment then you won't argue with me."

She moves over and down to get in between my legs and then looks to me for further instruction. I would think that would be simple. Duh.

"Wrap your lips around my cock and suck me."

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared. I don't know what to do. I haven't ever done this. Can't I do something else first? Please?" She begs.

Well, at least she's not refusing … which she can't exactly do anyway. I can be nice as long as I still get what I want.

"Ok. Lay back beside me again." I motion to the space next to me.

"Use your hand." I point to my bulging cock.

"I still don't know what to do, Edward." She pleads.

She needs help. At least I can show her how I like it.

"Give me your hand." I take her hand and guide it down to my cock. Her hand is now encasing my cock with my hand over hers.

First, I just take her hand and rub it all over and let her get familiar with my huge dick. She lets out a little sob but quickly holds that shit in when she sees the expression I shoot her.

Soon we are taking my cock from the shaft and moving up to the head. With my guidance she starts out slowly and then I have us pumping faster. I let go of her hand and she stops as well.

"No. Put your hand back. You are going to finish me." Just be glad it's not that sweet mouth of yours. That will happen soon enough.

She takes in a quick breath, looks at my expression and puts her hand back and begins slowly pumping.

"Tighten your grip some." I say, really beginning to enjoy the sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock.

There is more I would like to show her, but I'll keep it to a simple hand job this time.

Finally, I can't stand it anymore and tell her to pick up the pace. At first she jerks it and moves it a little too fast.

"Not that fast. Just go faster than you were going. Don't stop until I tell you to." Damn, this is starting to feel real good. I push my head back on the pillow and let out a loud grunt. Luckily, she doesn't stop when she hears this. She's pumping me really good.

I put my hand over hers and have her gently squeeze as she pumps. "Keep doing that." I say almost out of breath.

She keeps going, giving me little squeezes just like I like. Oh God, it feels so fucking good.

"Don't you dare stop." I yell out as my breathing becomes even quicker and I can feel myself about to lose it.

"Ah fuck, Isabella. That feels so fucking good." Soon I have to bite down on my own lip to keep from roaring out in ecstasy.

It doesn't take much longer, and I'm ejaculating all over her hand. I would rather her lick it up. However, I won't complain now since I got my release.

I tell her to go into the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean me up with. If her hand job is any indication of her skill, then I will definitely need to start doing other stuff with her and soon.

She comes back over and quickly cleans me. I have her lay back down beside me. I want her to see what it feels like to orgasm. Maybe if she realizes how good it can feel then she won't be so resistant for her next time.

"Spread your legs." She doesn't dare defy me and quickly opens up her legs for me.

"Bend them at the knees, and keep them here."

I lie on my side propped up on my elbow. I take my other hand and begin massaging her left breast. I then lean down and take her pert nipple into my mouth. I look up to gage her reaction and she's staring up at the ceiling again, but this time she's biting her lip. While I'm sucking on one tit, I have my hand massaging and gently squeezing the other.

Her tits are so fucking perfect. They were made for me. They're just the perfect size … fit nicely in my hands and my mouth.

I lift my head up and watch my hand wander down over her taut stomach to the inside of her thigh. I look over at her and watch her take another deep breath as my hand ghosts over her slit.

It's too bad that she's not wet. She will be soon enough.

I apply more pressure as my finger glides down her slit and can feel it ever so slightly gaining more moisture. I push a finger inside of her. I notice that she immediately closes her eyes, a single tear roll down the side of her cheek. Soon she'll be crying out in pure bliss.

"So fucking tight." I tell her as I slowly add another finger inside her. I can't wait until it's my cock invading her tight walls like this.

I'd ask her how it feels, but she probably won't say what I want to hear.

My thumb begins circling and rubbing her clit while I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her all the while wishing it was my cock.

Isabella's legs begin to shake ever so slightly. When I look at her face I notice she is still biting her lip … although much harder. Her eyes are tightly closed and her breathing has picked up in pace.

Yeah baby, you can't fight it. It's coming, or rather you are, like it or not.

I start rubbing her clit much faster and my fingers are thrusting deeper inside her tight pussy.

She just can't help it. She can't seem to control the shaking her legs are doing now.

"Just think Isabella, if I can do this with just my fingers, you can only imagine what it will feel like when it's my cock." I don't know if she hears me or not because she soon begins panting and her legs are shaking uncontrollably. She is biting her lip so hard, I can see a little bit of blood.

I can't watch her face anymore. I have to watch her pretty pussy as she comes by my hand. Watching the way she's swallowing my fingers makes me all hard again.

Isabella starts letting out a few grunts despite her lip biting. I watch her walls contract as liquid oozes out of her.

"Uhhh." She lets out against her will. My fingers soak in her wonderful juices. She has now experienced her first orgasm ever thanks to me.

"Well Isabella how was it?" I ask her quite proud of myself.

"Ok." She answers.

Ok? Hell, she should be telling me how fucking spectacular that was. She should want to kiss my feet.

Whatever.

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Well, there it is. Moment of truth … got to let me know what you think. The next update will probably be sometime next weekend. I have some CE credits I'm working on this week, so I'll be out of town. Please let me know how you liked the chapter because I'm an insecure little thing. Thanks! :)