The sadomasochistic marital union between Nicole and Jon was total bliss as far as Jon was concerned. Jon had indulged in his every depraved fantasy with his diminutive "pain-toy" wife in the first year of their marriage. Nicole had willingly, if reluctantly submitted to all of Jon's daily Punishment Sessions. She was the recipient of his interminable infliction of pain Jon applied to Nicole's most sensitive anatomical areas. On a daily basis, Nicole's breasts, buttocks, thighs, asshole and cuntal meat had been methodically beaten and whipped. An infinite variety of custom punishment implements including leather strops and straps, plastic Lucite strips, wooden paddles, rulers and yardsticks, wooden dowels, assorted bamboo canes, pins and needles, all had been used relentlessly on Nicole's flawless olive-skinned body.

Jon arrived home in the afternoon after a strenuous workout at the gym.

"Nicole, meet me in the library immediately."

"I'll be right there Jon."

Jon was resting in his oversized leather chair, the muscles of his arms and legs still bulging from his workout. Little bare-footed Nicole entered, the tight white cotton shorts hugging her full ample ass cheeks, her sweet vaginal slit split in front by the conforming snugness of her shorts. The white material contrasted with her beautiful smooth olive-skinned flesh. The delicate pink silk blouse was too small to adequately contain Nicole's 36DD breasts encased in the provocative Victoria Secrets bra.

"Strip down, everything."

"Yes Sir."

Nicole quickly slid her shorts down and off her small feet. The pink panty-thong followed. She hurriedly unbuttoned the blouse and dropped it. Reaching behind, unclasping the bra, off; revealing an unbelievable exquisite body. The goose flesh of her proud massive and creamy mammaries were thrust out in prominence, large dark sweat gland crinkled areoles, her long thick rubbery nipple-teats pointing straight out. Her dark- red fat outer cunt lips peeking out from the thick bush of black pussy hair. Nicole's thick but shapely upper thigh meat, smooth, soft and tender.

There were no signs on her body, whatsoever, that Nicole had ever been physically abused. She had had a month's hiatus from Jon's Punishment Sessions. The extensive bruising, welts and markings had completely healed and vanished for the first time in almost a year. Her body was exquisitely erotic; the skin so baby-ass smooth, taut and resilient. A body that had, and would again, endure constant and merciless corporal punishment.

Nicole's vacation was over.

"Stand right in front of me."

Nicole walked forward and stopped.

"Who owns your body?"

"You do Sir."

"And what does that mean Nicole?"

"That means, Sir, you can discipline my body."

"Why would I discipline you, Nicole?"

"Because I am a bad girl. I have been a bad girl."

"How have you been a bad girl, Nicole?"

"I have been sneaking cigarettes again, Sir."

"Oh, that is bad; real real bad, Nicole."

"I know, Sir."

"Bend over forward, Nicole."

Nicole's full sensuous lips are in Jon's face. Her large spongy titties are dangling and swaying, blood rushing into the elongated nipples.

"Nicole?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"See the cigarette and lighter on the side table?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Light it and hand it to me."

"Yes, Sir."

Nicole's forehead has broken out in sweat. Her body is starting to imperceptibly shake. Nicole reaches fro the cigarette and places it between her lips; takes the lighter, flicks the flint, draws on the cigarette and draws on the filter.

"Nicole?"

"Yes, Jon?"

"Do you know what is going to happen?"

"I think so, Sir."

"Yes, I think you do Nicole. Take another big draw and hand me the cigarette."

She does as instructed.

"Are you ready, Nicole?"

Nicole's entire body is now covered in a light sheen of perspiration. She is still bent forward; the blood has now engorged her full massive tittie meat. Her mammaries are swaying and covered in sweat. The rubbery nipples are more engorged and even larger, thicker. Aroused. She is shaking.

"Please Sir, I beg you. Please don't. Please, please Jon. You can do anything you want. Not that. Please, oh god."

Nicole is starting to whimper and tear.

"Yes, Nicole I can anything I want. Remember this going to hurt me more than it hurts you." Jon chuckles to himself. "Aren't you glad you didn't sneak cigars?"

"Ok, Nicole, these are the rules. Do not scream. Do not move away from me. Keep your left arm behind your back. Manipulate your naughty clitoris with your right hand.

I will begin….."

Jon takes his left hand and pulls down on the right rubbery teat-nipple of Nicole's dangling titty meat and compresses with force between his thumb and forefinger. Holding the filter tip of the cigarette between his right thumb and forefinger, he brings it up and blows, causing the end to glow red-white hot.

"Continue frigging your clitoris, Nicole."

Jon very carefully and slowly directs the red hot coal end of the cigarette towards the outer edge of her sweat-gland crinkled areole. He can smell sex wafting from her cunt. He can smell arousal, fear.

Closer, closer, almost touching; contact.

"ssssssss"

Both of Nicole's swollen nipples discharge a small volume of milky lactation. Jon sees, and smells, vaginal jugo leaking down her right inner thigh. Nicole is quietly convulsing, mini-orgasming.

"Nicole are you my little Pavlovian pain-pleasure dog bitch?"

"Yes, Sir."

Jon has left a nice little, but incredibly painful, raised red burn welt on the puffy spongy areole.

"Go take a shower and prepare for a Sodomy Punishment Session. Make sure the Sodomy Strap is well oiled."

"Yes, Sir."