An Erotic Story of Punishment

Introduction:
Robert and Karen were on their way to a party. As they walked through the hotel lobby toward the elevator, Robert said, “Karen my dear, I have something for you.”
Karen’s eyes sparkled like perfect round diamonds set in a necklace of platinum and cultured pearls. “Ooh, Darling! Is it that adorable little trinket we saw in Tiffany’s last week?”
“No, my sweet. I’m afraid not. This is something a little more expensive.” Robert withdrew an envelope from the inside pocket of his tuxedo.
Karen looked both puzzled and disappointed as she opened the envelope. When she read the piece of paper inside, her expression became one of delight. “Darling! My gambling marker! You paid it!”
“Of course. My dear, your legs are spectacular. We can’t have anybody breaking them, can we?”
“Darling, you have no idea how much this means to me!” Karen stepped forward to embrace Robert.
He held up his hand, stopping her. “I know exactly how much it means to you, Dearest. Thirty-four thousand, eight hundred fifty dollars. I have to tell you I’m not pleased.”
“Oh, Darling! Neither am I. I’m very disappointed, and I’ve learned my lesson. ‘Never pick the road favorite to beat the spread in a playoff game.”
Robert pushed the button to bring the elevator. “This goes beyond road favorites, my Love. Some people would say you’ve got a gambling problem.”
“I only have a problem when I lose, Darling. I admit I’m in a bit of a slump lately…”
“Thirty five thousand dollars isn’t a slump, Precious. It’s money. More precisely, it’s my money. And this isn’t the first time I’ve found a dead animal carcass on the doorstep and had to reach for my checkbook.”
Karen bit her lip and looked down at her thousand dollar Italian made pumps. “I’m sorry, Darling.”
The elevator doors opened. Robert and Karen stepped inside and Robert pressed the button for the top floor. “I know you are, my Love. I accept your apology, but I am still a little peeved.”
Karen stepped toward Robert again and she ran her hand along his arm and shoulder. She played with Robert’s ear with her other hand. “Thank you, Darling. I’d be delighted to make it up to you any way I can.”
For the first time, Robert smiled. He said, “I’m glad you said that, Dearest. While I do forgive you, I still believe that some punishment is warranted in this case.”
“Punishment?” Karen’s eyes lit up again.
“Yes, my Heart. You’ve been a very bad girl, and you must be punished.”
Karen smiled. “Oh, Darling Robert! I do so love you! How am I to make my it up to you?”
The elevator doors opened. Robert and Karen walked through the hall to the Presidential Suite.
Robert said, “My Dearest Karen, listen closely. At some point in the evening, somebody is going to say two words to you.”
“Two words.” Karen was bubbling with excitement.
“Those two words are ‘Rabbit Stew.’ When you hear those two words, you are to do exactly what the speaker tells you to. Everything. To the letter. Understand?”
“Yes, Darling.” she said with enthusiasm.
“The speaker will then see to it that you’re properly punished for your behavior. Remember, two words.”
“‘Rabbit Stew.’ I’ve got it. Everything I’m told.” Karen was almost jumping up and down. “Oh, Darling! Thank you for this chance to make up for my sins! I’ve been a bad, bad girl and I can’t wait to get what I deserve.”
“You say that now, but just wait. Trust me, there’s something positively diabolical in store for you.”
“Ooooh, Darling!” Karen swooned, “I can hardly wait!”
Robert and Karen joined the party. For two hours, Karen fantasized about the various tortures Robert might have in mind. She thought about the kinds of things he’d done in the past: duc tape, straps, whips, hot wax, suspension from ceilings, all kinds of depraved practices which had been hers to savor. Karen wondered what Robert could have in mind, and who he had recruited to administer this extreme punishment, and the more she wondered, the more anxious and aroused she became.
The room was filled with handsome, sexy men, and Karen was determined to meet every single one of them in the hope one would say, “Rabbit Stew” to her. She was shockingly flirtatious, even brazenly so, with every man she saw. She even flashed a nipple at one guest who happened to be a professional football player. The man’s wife glared with hatred at Karen, so she decided maybe he wasn’t the one she was looking for.
Karen talked to men about hunting, favorite game dishes, even Bugs Bunny, but none took the opening she gave and said, “Rabbit Stew” to her.
When Karen saw Robert after two hours of fruitless searching and flirting, she looked defeated. “Darling,” she said, “I really want to be punished like the bad girl I am, but none of the men I’ve talked to have said the magic words.”
After taking a sip of his Single Malt Scotch, Robert said, “‘Men?’ I don’t recall telling you to look for a man, my Precious. I said, ‘Someone’ would say ‘Rabbit Stew’ to you. I didn’t identify the sex of this person.”
Karen’s eyes lit up again. “Oh, Darling! You mean I’m looking for a woman? You’ve lined up a dominatrix to punish me?”
“No, I said ‘Someone.’ It could be a woman. It could be a man. You won’t know until he..or she…says the magic words.”
Karen said, “Oh, Darling! You’re so beastly! No wonder I love you!” She returned to circulation with a new energy, this time not only flirting with every man in the room, but every woman as well.
Karen pictured herself at the mercy of one of her own sex. Women, she believed, could be even more cruel than men, especially to one of their own. Karen felt there was a certain jealousy and a deep-seeded rage that only a woman could feel for another woman. She remembered Mistress Olivia, a cruel, sadistic lady, who had once tortured Karen for a rapturous six hours. It had been a birthday present from Robert. Karen then wondered if Robert had actually arranged for Olivia to be at this party, and the thought made Karen’s loins ache. She was glad she’d decided not to wear panties underneath her gown, otherwise they’d be soaked with moisture by this point in the evening.
After another hour and a half, Karen was feeling positively depressed. Most of the women she spoke with were puzzled at her behavior, and a few were even outraged. One or two seemed like possible playmates in the future, but neither said the magic words to her.
It was nearly midnight, and Karen was on the verge of tears from frustration, sexual and otherwise. Then she saw him.
He was standing at the other end of the room, talking to Robert, when he caught her eye. She cautiously smiled at him, and he warmly smiled back. Then he began walking toward her.
She thought the man was gorgeous. He was six feet, four inches tall, with broad, muscular shoulders and a square jaw. He had the build of a professional athlete…no…of a super-hero, Karen decided. His thick black hair was perfectly styled, and as he got nearer and nearer to Karen, she could see an adorable cleft in his chin and deep, penetrating blue eyes. She felt faint.
The man picked up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and he handed one to Karen. He said, “Good evening,” in a deep, booming voice. Karen’s knees began to wobble.
“Good evening” was all Karen could say back to him. She couldn’t draw her gaze away from his eyes. The man said, “Rabbit Stew” so matter-of-factly Karen almost didn’t realize he’d said it. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
The man said, “I believe you’re supposed to come with me.” He held out his arm for Karen to take. After a moment, she came to her senses and said, “Yes. Of course. Lead the way.” She hooked her arm in his and, with as much composure as she could muster, Karen walked with the man out of the Executive Suite.
As they rode down in the elevator, Karen asked, “What’s your name?”
The man said, “No questions. You’re to obey my commands and right now, my command is to remain silent.” He spoke with all the coolness of a James Bond villain.
Karen clutched at the man’s hand, in part so she wouldn’t collapse. She could barely control her excitement.
They emerged from the elevator on the twelfth floor, and walked down the hallway in silence. The man stopped in front of the Duke of Windsor Suite, and opened the door with a key. He said, “Go into the bedroom, please.”
Karen obeyed. It was a large bedroom, with an impressive antique four-poster bed. The bed sheets were of burgundy-colored satin. Karen turned to her left, and she saw a table covered with sex toys and devices. She almost giggled with anticipation.
There were whips, handcuffs, a blindfold, a dog collar, lit candles, a strap-on dildo, nipple clamps, a ball-gag, a wooden paddle, a leather paddle, several yards of rope and so many more instruments of torture Karen almost had an orgasm simply standing in front of them.
The man said, “Undress, please. Take everything off.”
Karen’s hands shook as she obeyed the man. The gown she wore was worth nine thousand dollars, but she hurriedly threw it to the floor like it was an old t-shirt. She stood nude in front of him, breathing hard like she’d just run up the stairs from the lobby.
The man said, “Lie down on your back on the bed, arms and legs spread out,” as he picked up the handcuffs and the rope from the table. Karen obeyed. Without a word, the man cuffed first one hand, then the other hand, to the two wooden posts at the head of the bed. Then he took two lengths of rope and tied each ankle around the posts at the foot of the bed. The man was careful about the slack in the rope. When he was done, Karen could move her legs around, but she couldn’t touch them together.
“Are you comfortable?,” the man asked when he was done, as he eyed his handiwork and Karen’s naked body, with satisfaction.
“Oh yes, Master,” Karen said. She felt giddy and flushed with excitement wondering what would happen next.
The man snickered. “I’m afraid I’m not your master, sweetheart. I’m just the hired help. Your master’s on his way. See you around.” He toasted Karen with his champagne flute, and he walked out of the room.
Karen almost cried with despair as the man left the suite. She fidgeted around on the bed, but the man had tied her too well. She couldn’t even rub her legs together to massage her swollen clitoris and afford herself a little relief. She was completely helpless.
Less than a minute later, the suite’s front door opened and closed again. Footsteps approached the bedroom.
Karen began to hyperventilate. She knew those footsteps. “Darling? Robert?”
“It’s me, my Love.” Robert entered the bedroom.
“Oh, Darling! I’m so glad to see you! I’m in agony! I’m aching for you, my Darling! I’ve been waiting for my punishment so long I was afraid I’d go mad!”
“Have you been looking forward to this, My Sweet?” Robert removed his tuxedo jacket and set it over a chair. He undid his bow tie and removed it.
“Oh, yes, Darling! You were right! This is simply diabolical! Simply waiting for you has been pure anguish!”
Robert said, “Good. You’ve been particularly bad this time, My Dear. I wanted this torture to be extra special.” Robert went to the mini-bar and got a can of beer from the refrigerator. He picked up the television remote control and turned on the TV. He casually flipped channels until he found the Financial News Network. He sipped his beer and said, “So, you’re in anguish, huh?”
“I’m in agony, Robert! I’m so horny I want to cry!”
Robert sat down in a chair where Karen could see him. He laughed and stared at the TV.
Karen thrashed around on the bed, still securely tied. She could barely move. “Don’t laugh, Darling!” she whined, “Put me out of my misery! Punish me! Beat me! Spank me! Whip me! Torture me!…I’m sooo horny!!”
Robert simply said, “No.”

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