Rod of Correction: Taken and Tamed (5 page)

Since she’d already been thoroughly spanked multiple times, her poor behind was in a state of low, simmering ache, and it took no time to get her to the point where she knew she’d do or say anything to make it stop.

And then, as she was whipping her head – which was about the only part of her body over which she had any control – back and forth, flinging tears to the right and left of her as she did so, she happened to get a good look at herself in the mirrored shower stall door, draped as she was over his legs, his hand rising and falling repeatedly as he applied the smooth back of a large-headed hairbrush – which she was willing to bet was solid wood, not one of those cheap plastic ones – to her cherry-red behind.

Having confronted such a frightful sight, Sunny vowed not to look up in that direction again, but did her best to stare at the floor.  The shocking sight of her wild eyed self had nudged her to try to be more stoic, but she wasn’t having much success at it.  Her ass was on fire, and it only kept getting worse – much, much worse – with every loud
crack
, and he didn’t show any signs of letting up!  She wasn’t even sure what the spanking was for!

As if he’d read what was left of her mind at that point, he lectured sternly, “When I give you an order – verbal or not – I expect that it will be obeyed as quickly as humanly possible – not when you decide to or when you get around to it.  Dragging your feet is not acceptable, Sunny.  Clear?”

“Yes!” she practically yelled at him as a particularly sharp smack landed on territory that had already long since been covered.  “Sir!” she added, belatedly, hoping it wouldn’t matter and that he’d be happy she’d remembered at all.  She sure was!

“Ten more swats,” he pronounced, delivering them rapid fire, so that she had absolutely no time between one and the next to recover.  When he finally stopped, Sunny was appalled to realize that she was sobbing.  Before she had a chance to reconcile herself to that, he continued, “And another ten for not remembering – after I told you to do so not five minutes ago - to call me ‘Sir’.”

She wailed like a recalcitrant child at that pronouncement, which had him almost smiling at just how far from the powerful businesswoman he had brought her, but he delivered the sentence he had pronounced in the exact same manner, not considering going easy on her.

By the time he finished – really finished – Sunny was blubbering breathlessly, sobs barely receding even a good time afterwards, and they started right up again when she felt him gather her wrists in one hand from where he’d placed them on the bath mat, then part her bottom cheeks very gently to dab something cool and slippery on her bottom flower, saying, “Don’t get used to this,” which she didn’t catch because she was already so distraught.  She also didn’t notice that he had – as a precaution – bled off some of the soapy water onto his wrist to verify that the temperature was just right.

“Nooooo!” she moaned, but Rod didn’t even acknowledge what she’d said.  It didn’t matter, anyway.  She could say no all she wanted, but he would
make
it yes, if that was what he desired.  He did, definitely, desire this.

There was little that would drive home to an ambitious, take-charge young woman the reality that she had given herself over to him as her dominant, that she was now subject to someone else’s will, more starkly than removing her choice about when and or where she relieved herself.  He could simply have restricted her from the bathroom, so that she couldn’t pee until he allowed it, but he had had problems with that in the past. 

Such things, especially if not approached cautiously and with a better-than-usual understanding of a woman’s health, could lead to infections.  These imposed restrictions on him that he tended to chafe against, to say nothing of making the woman in his care uncomfortable.  He took his responsibility as a dominant very seriously.  She was his to do with as he pleased, yes, but with that came the need to keep a close eye on her, to truly care for her and be absolutely sure that nothing he did would compromise her health.

Besides, this method was a quicker, more powerful, even more personal and private matter that once dealt with, was done and over, with few lingering side effects. 

He continued to press the douche nozzle gently against her reluctant opening.  He refused to use the enema tip that came with the kit because it was so restricted and, well, wimpy.  The long thin plastic nozzle he’d chosen flared at the end, but it compensated for its lack of girth by having multiple holes up and down its length, so that it would subject her to a most thorough cleaning.

“It would go easier for you if you would stop fighting it and relax,” he offered casually.  It was of no consequence to him whether she followed his advice.  He was going to seat that thing within her and there was nothing she could really do about it.

When nothing seemed to be occurring, he pressed a bit harder, bursting past her feeble resistance and slowly, inexorably sliding the rigid plastic tube inside her.

 “Nooooooo!” she moaned, and he wasn’t sure if it was against his comment or the invasion of her bottom.  Probably both.

Only when he’d forced her take the whole thing, up to where the flexible hose met the spout, did he reached for the clamp, clicking it open to the second position.  “I assume that you know better than to push something out of your body once I’ve placed it there, Sunny.  You are not to spill a single drop.  You’re welcome to moan and sob a bit, but I want you to remain still and as quiet as possible while you take your medicine.  You’ll want to remember that I have the hairbrush right here.”  He tapped it against the vanity for emphasis.

On impulse, Rod let go of her hands and replaced them with the brush, laying it horizontally across the small of her back.  “If that brush falls off, then it’s going to be used on you while you take the rest of your enema.  Put your hands on the bath mat and don’t move them.  In fact, I would suggest that you don’t move at all.” 

Sunny could feel the water – even warm as it was – coursing through her lower tummy, the soap irritating her innards as it went, more always flooding in to push the earliest flow even further up inside her, helpless to do anything but lie there and have this thing done to her.

She realized with a horrified start that the worst thing wasn’t being naked over his lap, or even the cramping that was beginning to take hold of her.  It was the fact that, even though the horrible spankings and this unmitigated humiliation, she was sopping wet, and her clit was second away from sending her into spasms of ecstasy she
didn’t
want!

How could her body betray her so?  She’d dabble and read and looked at this sort of thing, thinking it might be a lark to do sometime as long as she was the one in control of it, but this was far removed from any fantasy she might have had.  She was already cramping from the inner turmoil, hating the way the sluicing water tied her belly in knots, wanting to get up and run far away from here.

But then other parts – bigger parts by far - of her were more into it than she wanted to think about, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of having something like this being “done to” her, almost reveling in the complete and utter, absolutely stark loss of control, so much so that it took all she had not to rub herself against the big broad knee that was positioned right beneath her.

She wasn’t sure which way to turn; what, if anything, to do.

He reached over and clamped off the flow, and she had a bit of relief from the pressure that had been building.   Unfortunately, he didn’t do anything more - made no move to remove the blasted thing and let her relieve herself, finally!

Instead, she could feel his fingers creeping up between legs that were clamped very tightly together, as if that would help her hold her water.

“I’ll only have you hold it for ten minutes this time, since it’s your first with me – or ever?” he asked, his tone implying that he expected an answer to that very embarrassing question.

“Ever, Sir,” she ground out, barely, between clenched teeth.

“Ten it is then.”  Those fingers were busy the entire time he spoke.  He removed the hairbrush in favor of forcing her to open her legs quite wide, guiding her so that she was directly over one knee and her legs naturally fell apart whether she wanted them to or not.  “I want you to put your feet on tip toe, and point your heels out,” he ordered.

Sunny didn’t know what those instructions were going to do until she’d obeyed them and discovered that, especially with her heels splayed, she couldn’t clench her backside no matter how hard she tried.  With her legs draped to either side of his knee, she was completely open and available to him, stem to stern.

Which was, of course, exactly as he wanted it.

Chapter IV

He found her little quim easily, drenched as it was, which let him know that he was following the perfect path with her.  He had been concerned, in the back of his mind, that he might have been a bit too severe with her, especially since they were so new, but that was all the evidence he needed to know that he was spot on.  Rod slipped his middle finger up inside her, feeling the presence of not only the rigid nozzle in her bottom but also that she was quite full of medicine, and he knew that his finger’s presence within her pussy would only add to her distress – as well as her enjoyment of – what was being done to her behind.

With her quim full, he used his already wet thumb to worry her swollen clit, pressing harder than he might if he was trying to bring her off, but then, that was not his goal – yet.  He just wanted to fondle her intimately because he could, and because he wanted her to realize that fact, as well as the idea that orgasms for her were far from a sure thing.  He wasn’t certain he was going to allow her to come at all this weekend.  He would have to see how well she behaved – or didn’t.

“Sunny.”

Oh dear God, he expected her to conduct a conversation while she was being molested and forcibly invaded like this?  “Y-yes, Sir?”

He had made Sunny McClure stutter!  No one would ever believe him, not that he was going to kiss and tell.  “In case you didn’t realize it, you are never to come without being given permission, and I can tell you that it’s not looking good for this weekend.  You are also forbidden from
asking
to come.  If I’m going to allow it, I’ll tell you.”

The whole weekend?  She was going to be treated like this – teased and tortured and taken - and then not allowed to get hers?  And she couldn’t even ask for it?  He had to be crazy!

Rod decided to make a bold move and assume that this was not going to be their only encounter, saying, “And, from now on, when you’re not with me, you’re not allowed to pleasure yourself.  You no longer have that right.  I am the only person in your life who does.”

Sunny was still in the midst of being thoroughly stunned at the whole “she wasn’t getting any satisfaction this weekend” statement, and his second declaration whizzed right by her without notice.  He then began to use his spare hand to work the nozzle in and out of her while he still plied her expertly with his thumb, until she’d completely forgotten her outrage and was awash in heated bliss.

Not that she could go anywhere with it.  How was she supposed to stop herself, anyway, she wondered?  She’d never had that problem before, and she wasn’t at all sure she could even
do
it, but she knew she didn’t want another date with that blasted hairbrush – or his hand – any time soon, and both implements were too damned accessible for her comfort.  His hand was splayed over her blushing, hot bottom where he was busily plunging that horrible thing in and not quite out of her, the weight of it on her seared flesh serving to remind her of her recent punishments.

Soon he added that element of fresh hell into it, too.  He started fucking her bottom hard and fast with the enema nozzle, then giving her two tremendous swats, right at the bottom of her butt, just shy of where it turned into the top of her thigh.  Then he’d go back to fucking her again, while he never let up for one instant with his other hand, frigging her mercilessly with his thumb and fucking her at the same time.  The next time his hand crashed down on her bottom, it was four smacks before he resumed reaming her.

Then six.

It was almost – but not quite – stimulation overload.  The pain of the spanking offset some of the pleasure, but not quite enough, and after a certain point, it seemed to be an element of pure pleasure itself, despite the fact that she could absolutely feel how roasted her backside was becoming.

But it all stopped as if she’d flipped a switch a minute later when he swung her around and stood her up, rising himself to spread her legs wide with one of his, then bend her over, reaching around to grab a hold of and pinch horribly one of her nipples as he pulled down on it, as if he was milking her, then twirled the hard tube within her bottom as he listened to her whimpering as he described what he was doing to her.

“I’m going to remove this,” he emphasized his point by pressing it all the way inside her.  “I want you to clench around it as I do so that you do
not
spill. Then you can just sit back on the toilet and let go.  If you make a mess in this bathroom, Sunny, then you can consider what punishment you’ve received so far as a mere warm up.”

“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed in a whisper.

“Here we go.”

She managed it without a hitch, which was good, except for the fact that she started when her flaming hot bottom hit the cool of the toilet seat.

“Let me know when you’re ready, but don’t get up,” he instructed before leaving her.  “And make sure you’re completely done.”

It took her much longer than she thought it would, considering the pressure to expel she’d felt while she was holding the enema, but eventually she was finished.

“Sir?”

He was there immediately, and helped her off the toilet.  Sunny was surprised that she needed help, but he said she’d taken a relatively large amount, and that sometimes that could make her feel a bit weak or light headed.  “It’ll pass quickly,” he reassured, stopping them at the end of his bed to tug her into his arms.  “That was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done, you know.”