“I’m sorry, sir,” I managed to say pathetically.
Jason’s face remained unchanged. He was not going to be placated by a simple apology. He rose up above me and with both hands ripped my knickers off, then pulling at my flimsy t-shirt he tore it up the seams until it lay in tatters on the bed next to me. He flipped me over and unfastened my bra yanking it painfully from underneath me. Clutching my buttocks with each hand, he squeezed them harshly. I winced loudly, a few bruises from my spanking remained faintly visible, small marks on my otherwise pink flesh. He let go and stepped back.
“It would be seriously tempting to spank you hard again. However, I’d like to spank your unblemished arse and add new marks,” he paused, thinking through what he had planned for me. His tie was off now and he bound my wrists in front of me and then tied them tightly to one of the struts in my bed’s headboard.
“Kneel there and wait,” he commanded.
He had gone out of the room. I was full of dread, not a spanking but perhaps something worse; he was very disappointed with me. I could hear him in the kitchen, opening cupboard doors, and I thought I heard the fridge slam shut too. There was a sound of clinking, like glasses but not quite. I pulled on my restraints, they were tight almost too tight. Jason was back, he put a bowl on the bed. Ice-cubes! Lots of small round ice-cubes glistening in the soft light from my bedside light. My anxiety levels shot up.
I must trust him, trust him, I chanted. He promised he would not hurt me not like that bastard.
Jason pushed my head down on to my soft pillow. My bottom was raised high and up with my knees to the sides of my hips. He lay down on his side so he was facing my exposed bum.
“Please, please, I’m very sorry. I am sir,” I pleaded pathetically.
He cuffed my buttock cheek hard in reply. “I’m going to take my pleasure in playing with this: my little bumhole,” he touched my tiny anal bud.
Ouch! With ice–cubes! The realisation dawned on me what was about to happen. The freezing cold of the ice-cube was next to my tender flesh, he rubbed it up and down slowly. His thumb pressed against my anus and he pushed it in. I groaned enthusiastically as the penetration did not hurt.
Why am I aroused by this? Was it because I was so wanton or because Jason was teasing me with such practised ease. Thumb out, the cold cube was back, pressure was being applied and the ice-cube was sucked into my back passage. I writhed around as I began to sense the icy cold inside me. Both pleasure and pain all neatly packaged up to tantalise me.
“Sh, sh,” he said softly. “You’re doing well”
Reassurance from him at last. I relaxed, he was not going to get too nasty with me, I hoped. Another ice-cube, another penetration. Two were clinking inside me and the ice cold was starting to burn in a bizarre way. Then a third.
“Arggghhh!” I wriggled about on the bed pulling on my restraints hopelessly.
“That should do. Now the other one.”
Oh God, both holes with ice-cubes. Finger inside, he circled around pushing the sides of my vagina out with his fingertip. I moaned as the finger distracted me from the freezing sensation inside my bottom.
“Oh baby, you’re very wet. Warm and wet for me.”
Finger out and the ice-cube was rubbed against my clitoris, along and inside me, pushed deep inside.
“Number one,” he intoned quietly behind me.
Slowly he filled me with his ice-cubes. By the time, he said five I was close to screaming the place down with burning sensation the frozen water was giving me. Another issue had arisen, the ones in my bottom had melted and I had an urgent need to relieve myself.
“Ooooo no, oh God no,” I started to panic, I did not want to mess on the bed. “I’ve ... got .. to use ... the toilet...” my voice staccato, trembling.
“I know, I know,” his pragmatic voice had no menace.
He reached over my head and released my arms from the bonds. I could see red marks grooved into them. I had not even noticed the tie cutt
ing in to me. Too busy concentrating on ignoring the cold ice-cubes. I dashed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I put my head in my hands and emptied myself down the bowl.
Please, please, don’t come in Jason. It would be so humiliating. I looked up but no Jason - thank you, sir. I was humiliated though, the feeling was unpleasant but humbling - my punishment.
I washed my hands, not daring to look at myself in the mirror. Cold wet water was trickling down my thighs, the other cubes were melting inside me and soon I was going to be very wet. I picked up a big sheet towel, I had a feeling I was going to need it. I walked slowly back into the bedroom. Jason was there lying naked on the bed, his erection prominent and the sight of it made me audibly gasp with delight.
Seeing the towel, he actually smiled. “Good idea, Gemma.”
I laid it out on the bed.
“Now that you’re nice and clean on the inside I’m going to fill you with something hot rather than cold. Kneel, I am not going to tie you down, but you have to stay still for me. Understand?” he patted the towel, indicating where he wanted me to place myself.
“Yes, sir.” I gave my consent to his plan.