Her Punishment
TIFFANY
Hey babe, the text read. What are you up to? I smirked.
Just going to my mom's place, I texted back to Joseph. I'm crashing there till Wednesday.
Okay Tiffany, he replied. See you in 4 days!!
Cya, I typed, and shut off my phone. I took one more look in the mirror, smoothing down my shimmering blue dress, if you could even call it a dress. It was so short, if you looked you would almost be able to see my ass, and it hugged every curve of my body like wrapping paper, including my tits. I was wearing huge spiky thigh-high heels, and smoky eyeshadow. Definitely not what you would wear to your mom's house.
Really, I was going to visit Carlos.
I trotted down the stairs and into my car, pressing down on the pedals hard to Carlos' place.
30 minutes later
"Hey, Dolly," Carlos growled in a deep, husky tone, and I leaped into his arms (which proved quite difficult to do with those high heels), him tightly clutching my ass, and gave him a hungry kiss, both of us devouring each other's faces as if we hadn't seen each other in weeks.
To be fair, we hadn't.
Carlos pulled away and stared deep into my eyes. He was so close I couldn't help my pussy throbbing as I took in his black stubble, brown skin, chocolate-coloured eyes, and scent of green apples. "I missed you so much, Dolly, I'm so glad you're back from your trip," he grinned. Still gripping me tightly in his arms, he marched right through the door into his handsome house, amidst my squeals and laughter.
JOSEPH
I knew it! I knew something was up with Tiffany! Every few weeks, she goes 'to her mom's place' but her mom lives downtown, not uptown like I saw Tiffany going. Plus, I saw her wearing this super-short dress; I knew her mom, and she would get very mad at her for that, and Tiffany doesn't like her mom getting mad.
So I followed her in my own black SUV subtly; I don't think she even saw me. The last of her I saw was her turning left to Phoenix, before I got stuck in a huge traffic jam she somehow managed to avoid.
I sighed. How was I supposed to find Tiffany now? So after about an hour of searching, I gave up and went to rest in a nearby club.
CARLOS
Tiffany, or Dolly as I liked to call her, was really fun. But only after about 3 hours after she arrived, she had to go somewhere.
"Again?" I whined. "Dolly, you always go away, and I really don't like it." She giggled. "No silly, I meant a mall. I love this place's malls, I can't get enough of them. Meet me at 8 at the club around the corner?"
I grumbled. "Fine." She lowered my head, giving me another kiss, but less hungry than before. "See you!" "Bye."
3 HOURS LATER
I walked into the club at about 8, just like Dolly told me to. I searched all the seats, and the dance floor, but I couldn't find her anywhere. So, I sat down beside a stranger.
He was really quite handsome, I guessed about 5'8 and powerfully built, with dirty blonde messy hair and muddy green eyes. But he seemed upset.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, concerned. He gave a little jump at my words; he must have not noticed I was here. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied in a glum voice. "I just can't find my fiancé."
"That must really suck, man." "Yeah, it does." An idea came to me. "Hey, what's your name?" He looked up. "Joseph," he said. "It fits." "Yeah, I get that a lot," he muttered. "What's your fiancé's name? I can help you find her. What does she look like?"
Joseph took in a deep breath. "Tiffany, 5'4, chocolate locks reaching down to her waist, and hazel eyes."
My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. "Is she 23?" I asked, my voice quivering. Joseph raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. "You know her?" I swallowed the huge lump that formed in my throat.
"I more than know her, Joseph. She's my girlfriend."
JOSEPH
She's my girlfriend. I couldn't believe it, not at all! I Mena, I knew something was going on, but this... I started seeing stars, and half-formed, panicky thoughts started flitting through my head.
Why would she cheat on me? How long has this been going on? Why did she even say 'yes' when I proposed? What did I do wrong?
A deep voice cut off my panic. "Joseph, I'm so sorry. I had no idea that she was cheating on you with me. I'm not that type of guy, I promise. I'm so, so sorry, man."
"It's fine," I replied, wiping tears off my cheeks. It most certainly was not 'fine'! "I just can't believe she cheated on me, that's all." I sighed, my head spinning. "Well, I guess I've learned my lesson," I sobbed, a warm tear running down my cheek. I didn't bother to wipe it off; I just let them flow.
All of a sudden, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. "You may have learned your lesson, Joseph," Carlos growled, and I was shocked to see his face split into an evil grin. "But our Tiffany's yet to learn hers." The corners of my mouth curved upwards, as I immediately understood what Carlos meant, and loving it.
"Here's what we're gonna do."
TIFFANY
Yeah, I didn't go to the club like I told Carlos I would. So what? I was actually going to surprise him by leaping off the stairs into his arms when he came home, but at some point I got bored and went to his bed.
I woke up with a jolt. Carlos was standing right beside me. Purring, I started to apologise, but he cut me off. "Dolly, get up please." I obeyed him, confused. "Strip, doll" he commanded, and I grinned, obeying once again. "Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back..." Still smiling, I obeyed again.
Suddenly, his gentle touch turned rough, and I felt a thick rope tie my wrists together in a very tight knot. "Hey! What're you..." I gasped. Joseph was standing in front of me, a huge crop in his hands. Uh-oh.
I started to whimper.
"I trusted you, babe," Joseph said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I did. But you betrayed me. And for this..." he slapped the crop in his hand, "you need some punishment. He advanced towards me.
"Please, no, Jose," I whimpered. "I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, please, I'll do whatever you want me to do..." I was regretting all of this! Why did I do this, why? Why?
"You had your chance, Tiffany," he growled. "Now it's time to pay." Carlos lifted me up and threw me onto the bed, holding me down so my ass was sticking up. "Joseph, you may do the honours," Carlos slurred. Not a second later, a deafening crack resounded through the air, and my left cheek stung. Badly. "Please, Joseph, Joseph, NO!!" I screamed as I recieved another hard blow to the right cheek. "Don't worry, babe," Joseph chuckled. "This is only the beginning."
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
I received so many blows, it was so hard to keep count. When Joseph finally stopped whipping my stinging ass, Carlos flipped me over, where I could see the two men through my blurring tears. "Fuck you. Fuck you both, you fucking DICKS!" I yelled.
"Mm, such a dirty mouth,"Carlos slurred. "We're going to have to find a way to fix that." With seemingly no effort, Carlos ripped his jeans off, showing me his thick 9-inch cock. "You ass! Get away from me!" I screamed at him. But he didn't listen, instead climbing over me, slapping my face and tits once, twice, thrice, again, and again with a grin, and then forcing his cock down my throat, forcing me to gag, but he didn't stop, exploding in my throat no less than 5 times. I felt like it would never stop, and contrary to usual, I absolutely hated it.
JOSEPH
Amused, I watched the exchange between Tiffany and Carlos, or rather just Carlos toturing Tiffany. Was it wrong to say that it was turning me on? I furrowed my eyebrows, and spread Tiffany's quivering thighs apart. She was wet; she was enjoying this! I chuckled darkly.
"It seems that our naughty girl is turned on!" I exclaimed. "We can't have that... Maybe it's time for me to introduce a new tactic." So I ripped off my jeans, revealing my skinny 8-and-a-half-inch cock to Tiffany, who eyed it, trying to scream but blocked by Carlos' balls gagging her.
I started to tease her, running my cock around her bouncing inflamed tits, and inside her thighs. I continued for about 20 minutes, before slamming the whole thing in with such force you could actually hear her scream my name in pain. I started thrusting, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, again and again.
Her tits started bouncing faster now, and I started to whip them with the crop. Crack! With the whipping, and the two big cocks rubbing her raw, the little bitch was finally getting what she deserved, I thought contentedly, just as I fell off the verge and exploded, filling her up with my warm seed.
Apparently, at that moment, Carlos had got enough too. We both got off that battered, red and bruised bitch, tying her legs together and tightening the rope around her hands.
"Wait," she cried, her voice cracking pitifully. You can't just leave me here!" "Well, you can't argue that it serves you right," Carlos replied, pulling on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and throwing me another one from his closet. I pulled off my engagement ring, and hers too, and threw them out of the window.
Next time, I won't be so tolerant.
