His Uprising

Chapter One-2

“Is that how you’re going to be, after the way those women tried their hardest for your entertainment? You’re already about to be a sore loser, Alex, don’t be a sore loser.” She giggled. “Look at them, congratulating the team that just defeated them. Aren’t they good sports?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“See? Women can handle losing without getting whiny and begging. I understand, none of those pretty ladies will have to not come for a week because of losing, but don’t you dare pout. Those women played their best. They wanted to win as badly as you wanted them to win. You should appreciate their effort.”

“I appreciate them. I already appreciated them, and then you made the bet.”

“Alex, stop now before you get yourself in trouble.” Kimberly pressed pause and the screen froze. The women from Alex’s team looked defeated but not dejected. The women from Kimberly’s looked thrilled but weren’t gloating. Kimberly lifted her feet off Alex’s thighs and her legs from off her shoulders. “Face me and kneel up.”

Alex crawled in a half circle and stretched up from his knees. Kimberly stroked his c**k with the back of her hand. The faint touch made Alex moan.

“How dare you get defiant. Whose c**k is this?”

“Yours, Mistress. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the competition, the game was so close. It’s just so frustrating.”

“You’re permitted to feel frustrated. You are not to question me with a tone. A bet is a bet.” She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand and glanced down at his c**k, observing with satisfaction the suffering gleaming from its tip. “Alex, you’re not making any sense. Do you realize I could have simply changed my mind and given you a week and punished you if your team had come out on top? Since when is the mistress of this house under obligation to be fair?”

“She isn’t. You’re not. It’s just hard to feel like it was left to chance. I think if the game had gone the other way, the night would have gone differently. I know, of course, that it would be up to you.”

“I enjoyed watching you squirm over the outcome. Doesn’t that help? In a way, it’s adorable that you have more trouble abiding your fate by chance than you do abiding your fate by my decree. I could almost reward you for it by making use of those condoms, after all, and sparing you a punishment. Except”—She raised a finger and waggled it at him.—”it was by my decree that the game’s outcome would decide your fate. So you were defying me with your little outburst. Were you not?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Kimberly touched her finger to his lips and told him to kiss. Alex placed a soft kiss on the pad of her finger, and then she reached down and stroked his c**k just as lightly. She made a fist around his c**k and pumped him. Alex moaned as the fluttery hint of a pleasurable orgasm he knew he would not receive passed through him. Alex took the strokes until he felt on the verge of release. “Please, Kimberly, may I come, please?”

“What about our bet?” She loosened her grip but kept pumping him.

“A bet is a bet,” Alex said.

“So you wish me to stop, so that you may honor our bet?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

“Yes, please, what?”

“Yes, please stop stroking my c**k so I may honor our bet.”

“Would you come from the slightest touch?” She played with the back of her finger along the underside of his c**k.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And you’re going to give that up for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Say my name. And you’re going to give that up for me?”

“Yes, Kimberly.”

She leaned back and pushed play. She pointed to the TV, indicating Alex should watch. “Such good sports,” she said, as the women lined up and exchanged high-fives. The women from Kimberly’s team completed this display of good sportsmanship before elatedly grouping together for a team celebration. The women from Alex’s team displayed stoicism slapping hands with their victors before walking away dejectedly, but they partnered up and consoled each other, clustered in groups. Kimberly fast forwarded and Alex watched both groups of women form circles of hugging bodies, butts pushed out as they bent over and leaned into each other, celebratory and consolatory, respectively, all in double time. They passed, again in double time, into their respective locker rooms.

Kimberly gripped the bands of her volleyball shorts and tugged them down off her hips. Alex turned back around knelt in front of her. Her panties underneath were only partially obscured by her shirt as she leaned forward, pulled the shorts over her knees and off from around her feet. She pulled her panties off the same way, only working more slowly; they seemed to peel away, wet from her arousal, that permeated Alex’s sense of smell, that seemed to fill the room with her sweet scent. “I think the slightest lick could make me come.” She hooked a leg around the back of his head and drew him in, but she held him at bay with her knee pad pressed to his shoulder. “I’m going to punish you after. I want you to pleasure me while you remain on the brink of pleasure for yourself, which you will not receive. That’s your punishment for pouting over how our bet turned out. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kim—”

She pulled him in close. “No more talking out of you for a while.”

The hum of the letter M still reverberated in his mouth as his lips sealed to Kimberly’s p***y. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his head and lay back. She kept a hand on the back of his head. Her other hand roamed under her shirt. Her eyes closed. “Mmm, I’m imagining right now your team won the game and I’m about to f**k you. How good does that sound?” She kept Alex’s head close with slight pressure from her hand. “Well? Does that sound good?”

“Hmm-hmm,” Alex said with all the articulation he could manage.

“Too bad for both of us. Especially you, I will admit.”

Alex gave another affirmative moan, but he focused on his task. The most effective way for Alex to minimize Kimberly’s teasing of him while he was servicing her was to distract her with his efforts. Her other hand joined the first and the pressure on the back of his head increased. Alex kissed hard and licked. She began to rock against him. She leaned back, grabbing Alex’s hair and pulling him tight between her legs. The scent of his mistress filled his nostrils as her p***y rose to meet his lips and her thighs clamped over his ears. Alex kissed and licked, as she sighed above him. Her hands clenched and unclenched the hair on the back of his head. Her heels dug into his back. They were joined as his tongue slipped into the folds of her p***y lips as surely as if they were f*****g, even though Alex’s hard c**k simply pulsed in the open air.

She cried out and her muscles clenched, her feminine strength engulfing him along with her scents and tastes. Alex kept pressed close. He f****d her with every part of his face. The orgasm arose quickly, built to a sharp climax, and then lingered long, as Kimberly kept him gently ministering to her after her body went lax and her fingers played gently in his hair. She moaned softly. Her body grew calm under Alex’s still gently caressing tongue and lips. She hummed and wiggled her hips and released a giggle. Alex knew he must have been a sight, his face pointed at her pelvis as he earnestly performed his task of kissing and licking as she batted his face with her thighs. She moaned again. Her heels pulled on his back, and he strained forward and kissed her hard, expecting she was taking a second in a row, but she cut a sigh short. “Stop. I’m going to wait and take a second while I can look at stripes on that cute butt of yours.”

Alex sat back on his heels but kept his face between her thighs. She peered down at him, the lingering pleasure of her orgasm left her still flush, a blissful smile remained spread over her face. The swelled lips of her p***y gleamed with a coat of her c*m and his saliva.

“I have a very important punishment to give. I can’t believe you almost tried to go back on our bet.”

“I’m sorry, Kimberly. I should have begged for leniency and then accepted your decision with grace. My frustration got the better of me, and I took a manipulative tack.” Alex dipped back in with more gentle open-mouthed kisses to her p***y.

“You did. And I will forgive you, but only after I’ve gotten you thoroughly spanked.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Alex kissed again.

“Okay, stop, or I’m going to have to make you keep going.”

Alex backed away, as Kimberly redressed. She reached toward her paddle, and Alex lifted it, rested in his palms, toward her. She took the handle and motioned him to rise and stand beside her. Then she tapped her knee and Alex crawled over her lap.

“If you can go a week, I suppose I can go until I’ve put some marks on that ass before I take a second.” She started with a round of spaced-apart hard smacks. Then her paddle fell methodically. Alex took them quietly and remained still. His punishment hadn’t even really begun, in Kimberly’s mind. She was simply meting out the opening portion, the mundane coloring of his cheeks to heighten his sensitivity so that her later paddle strokes, the caning that would follow, would have the effect she intended. That this part of their punishment routine also brought Alex considerable discomfort no longer captured her interest and so Alex, compliantly, took it without any noise or squirming. If she didn’t think that part should hurt, he didn’t want to react otherwise.

“Let’s watch the last set again. You looked so heartbroken when my team came back.” The paddle rested on Alex’s upturned cheeks as Kimberly grabbed the remote from the couch and backed up on high speed. When she pushed play again, Alex’s team had a comfortable lead. They looked confident, certain of victory, while Kimberly’s team looked dejected. His team had been even more poised to take the match than Alex remembered. Several points his team nearly scored would have reversed the outcome and won him the bet.

“Should they be trying harder?” She spoke calmly, though her right arm swung with great force, pounding her paddle against Alex’s upturned behind.

Alex winced. “No, Kimberly. They tried their best.”

“And then you do get a careless mistake, but imagine how nervous they must be.”

Kimberly’s team made a great comeback but the effort was even on both sides. Luck of the bounce was as much a determining factor as effort or skill. Even remembering how it all would end, Alex got caught up in rooting for his team and experienced an even more intense bout of dejection and frustration when a spiked ball from his team skidded just a foot outside of the boundary line or a dig from a defender on his team took an errant bounce out of play. He might have almost believed the outcome would be different this time, but his paddling continued, reminding Alex his fate was already sealed. He could only witness it again: the crucial moments where a shot came inches from the line that might have prevented the change in momentum. The ladies of his team remained gallant even as the expectation of victory that showed in their expressions gave way to shock and then to desperation. They never gave up, as didn’t Kimberly’s team. If the match had gone on the momentum would have changed sides of the net again. The final point remained clear in his memory but he watched it play out like his team had a chance to rally and when it ended the same the opportunity for s*x with Kimberly felt snatched away again, replaced with the week sentence of chastity that felt interminably longer coupled with the opportunity so near.

“Aww, poor Alex. You were that close, weren’t you? You could be not getting spanked and instead getting f****d by me. If only.” She swatted him hard several times in quick succession. Alex felt the remote tipping over his shoulder. He endured the series of paddle strokes without flinching, even maneuvering his back to bring the remote to a steadier position between his shoulder blades. Kimberly’s timed swats seemed coordinated to cause the remote to spill off him. What would she do then? He was already being caned and made to serve a week. She might only voice her disappointment. Alex didn’t want that, either. He felt especially vulnerable to her disapproval when in the midst of a punishment.