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Jealous Discipline
By, Rhiannon Rhin Branawd
In her heated state she carelessly worked, her mind wandering to the pure beauty of the male slave who worked quietly in the row across from her. He tiredly wiped the stinging sweat from his forehead, than quickly continued his task of weeding the vegetable garden. Corra stared at his handsome face and when he looked up and smiled warmly, his green eyes twinkling, Corra absentmindedly chopped the bud off the white rose, instead of the weed next to it that she had been aiming for.
Fergus had been watching his lovely slave work quietly in the hot summer weather. Her long, wavy, auburn hair tumbling down her back and shoulders, like a hot, silken shawl. Fergus felt an undeniable poke of jealousy as he noticed Corra's eyes avidly staring at the young male slave who worked across from her. His brows furrowed with anger as he started to approach Corra. Corra snapped up her emerald eyes as she noticed Fergus swiftly making his way over to her. So, her had noticed her dehead the rose. With her eyes lowered submissively, she looked up at his angry features. His sapphire blue yes burned with anger, and even in his ire and her own fear, Corra couldn't help notice how handsome he was. His beard gleamed reddish brown in the bright sun, the hair on his head thick and dark, shiny brown. His tall solid frame finally stood looming over her. Fergus glowered down at Corra, his mouth twisted into a disappointed smirk.
"Corra, follow me." Fergus said in a low, angry voice. Slowly Corra stood, her heart beating rapidly, knowing that he was going to punish her, trying to gather her thoughts, she brushed the soil from her knees and hands. Fergus grabbed her, twisting his hand into her beautiful long, thick hair, lightly guiding her by it. More of a humiliating gesture than a painful one. Corra whimpered as she realized how anger her Master Fergus was with her. "But I've only harmed one rose," she thought to herself, surprised at her masters wrath. However, Fergus was more upset over why she had cut the rose, not that the rose itself had been harmed. "If she hadn't been so lewdly staring at the male slave, she would not have cut the rose," Fergus thought, again feeling an inexplicable stab of jealousy. His jealousy just managed to flare his temper even further.
Swiftly her brought Corra to his familiar bed chamber, loudly slamming the door behind the two of them. In a panic, Corra knelt before him, kissing his boots. He purred, running his hands through her hair, as she kissed his feet. He admired her naked body, wondering what to do with her.
"Have you been bad, my slave?" Fergus asked. She looked up at him,
"Yes my Master, very bad."
"Should I be lenient with my slave?" He asked, running his hand down her silky cheek, "Or should I be firm?" He asked, giving her behind a firm, stinging swat. She kissed imploringly at his boots, her back arching, her tender, naked breasts rubbing over the hard wood floor.
"You're a very obedient slave, my sweet," he complimented running his hand down her cheek. "So I will not spank you. Not right now, that is. Come over my knee, slave. Now!" Hurriedly she scrambled onto his knee, kissing gratefully over his legs. He gently massaged her nice, healthy bottom, increasing the blood flow.
"Now, my slave. You have been bad and must be punished, but because you are obedient and realize your crime, I will try to make it a less painful punishment. Open your legs just enough to expose your beautiful sex," He commanded. "Do it quickly, and without reserve." She spread her tanned legs showing him her vulnerable pink pubis. He could see it slick with moisture, she waited obediently, but anxiously for his next command, her eyes aimed submissively downward.
"So beautiful, my sweet," He commented, feasting his bright blue eyes on it.
"Now, I am going to pleasure it," he said, running his hand ever so slightly over her clit. "Once I begin, I want you to sing my praises. Tell me why you're my obedient slave and how wonderful a master I am, and if you move a muscle or I hear one pant or moan from the pleasure, you will receive ten spanks. Ten spanks for every mistake. If you do this well enough, I might relieve you of the craving between your legs." Fergus looked into her eyes, holding her chin in his hand. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Master," she said softly, waiting anxiously, her body hot with desire.
"Good Slave," he said, pleased with her obedience. He placed one index and middle finger between her thighs into her womanhood, working it lightly and slowly at first. He waited for her to begin.
She struggled against the urge to thrust her hips and she bit down onto her bottom lip to keep from crying out as his finger assaulted her sensually.
"You are my most beautiful Master. I am your devoted slave. I succumb to you in all ways, My Master. I only do what will please you." Corra trembled trying not to move with all the pleasure he was giving her.
"Stop trembling, my slave," he warned, his voice a growl. However, he didn't bring his hand down on her bottom because of the quality and sincerity of her praises, but his voice warned that would not tolerate another mistake. He worked a bit harder at her womanhood, driving his fingers in more deeply.
"And why do you deny yourself the pleasure you so desperately need, letting only I administer that pleasure when you could so easily just reach between your own legs and relieve the unbearable craving the organ between your thighs gives you?"
"Master, because I am yours, I belong to you, every part of my body is yours, nothing of me is mine, it all belongs to my wonderful and loving Master." She strained to stop herself from trembling and hardly bit into her tender bottom lip. Corra's hot sex twitched with desire, throbbing and hungry for release.
"Good slave," he complimented, proud of her answer and proud of her self-control which he knew, was torturing her to maintain.
"One more question, my pretty little slave," he told her, working even harder on her desperate womanhood. She tried desperately to stifle the moans that wanted so badly to erupt, and held her body tensely.
"If I were to deny you that pleasure for an incredibly long time, say for six months or even a year, would you obediently brave the mind numbing cravings that your womanhood inflicted upon you, or would you shame your master and beg like a small child for release?" He worked her moist, aching womanhood, just lightly massaging enough so that she was just on the edge of her release, but not quite enough to bring it on. She whimpered, slightly insane with agony over his last question. She hung her head lowly and began to weep silently.
"Master, I would try as hard as I could to wait and be good for you, I would remind myself how much I love you and I would try to bear the pain, anguish and unbearable cravings for you, My loving Master." He noticed her whimper but he could see how much heat she was in and how well Corra had delivered the reply under such strenuous conditions, so he decided to over look it.
"Very good, my slave, very good." He complimented, running his hands through her hair.
"When you are obedient and completely surrender to me, you will always reap the rewards." He slung her easily over his strong shoulder, playfully slapping her ass making her twitch. Her aching sex become even more aroused. He carried her over to the bed, placing her on all fours. He undid the lacings of his pants and pulled out his eager, bulging cock. Fergus climbed onto the bed, situated himself behind her, mounting her.
"Pant and moan all you want," he whispered into her ear, than chuckled heartily and slapped her pretty ass again before impaling her on his throbbing cock as hard as he could. He smiled, as he felt her cum instantly, feeling her tension wildly releasing itself. Corra arched onto his wonderful, thick cock. Her muscles twitching and collapsing, contracting and on tightening on his aggressive, impaling cock. Corra screamed out loudly, shamelessly tossing back her long auburn hair, caressing him with it as it rained down on him.
"Oh yes, my Master! Yes! You are the owner! I love you, my Master. I am yours, your loving devoted slave." Then she screamed out desperately as she started to climax in deep, shaking desperate waves, her pleasure so intense that she stopped breathing for the moment, feeling him take her deeply, swiftly, making her his, loving him.
He smiled with pleasure at both the wet tightness around his cock and at hearing her praises. He pumped into her as hard as he could, giving her every ounze of pleasure that she had earned.
"You're mine, slave! Every cell in your body is mine! I will show you what it truly is to belong to me! To be part of me!" He could feel the love rush into his heart no matter how hard he tried to deny it. He reached around her chest and gently squeezed her breasts as he drove into her thrusting deeply as hard as he could. Her womanhood socked his cock with hot cum as he nibbled at her back, coming closer and closer to climax himself. Feeling his heavy balls slapping against her, his cock twitching is was so hard and fervent for release. She twitched and jerked on his thick penis unable to stop cuming her pleasure surmounting, dragging her down, yet lifting her up high. She moaned and screamed.
"Master, Master, Master, oh my Master!" Over and over again, as she tightened her muscles and pulled on his cock, trying to give her master as much pleasure as she could. Surrendering completely to his domination, Corra cried out, arching into him as firmly as she could. Fergus drove into her, feeling her womanhood contract around his commanding manhood. He slammed into her as deep as he could, rewarding his slave and feeling her serve him as was her duty. Fergus could no longer contain himself and his scorching love juice shot out of his rapidly pumping manhood, his balls slowly emptying as he clutched as her sweet breasts.
Corra knew he was satisfied with her. She crouched down, submissive and content, her heart bursting with love and gratitude for her most gracious master. In a timid voice, Corra said,
"I love you my Master."
"I love you too, my sweet," he whispered back into her ear, He lay on his side and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, kissing and stroking her beautiful hair as the two of them fell asleep nestled up happily together.