Punish

Punish

by Jaewon

Summary:

Momo comes home furious after her boyfriend forgets their anniversary plans again, turning their night into a strict, dominant punishment where she ties him to the bed and takes full control as “mommy.” The teasing, edging, and rough femdom slowly turns into loving reconnection as they both give in to their feelings.

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The front door slammed with enough force to make the pictures on the wall rattle. Momo stormed in, still wearing her oversized practice hoodie and leggings, hair tied back messily, but her eyes were blazing with anger. She dropped her bag on the floor and pointed at me on the couch.

“You forgot. Again.” Her voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the hurt underneath. “I waited at that restaurant for an hour and a half. Do you know how embarrassing that was? Everyone staring at me like I got stood up?”

I sat up quickly, guilt twisting in my stomach. “Baby, I’m sorry. The meeting ran late and I lost track of time. I swear I didn’t mean to—”

“Save it.” She walked over, grabbing my shirt and pulling me up from the couch. “You’ve been forgetting a lot lately. Tonight, you’re going to learn what happens when you disappoint your girlfriend.”

Momo dragged me to the bedroom, her grip surprisingly strong for her size. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist. Her hands moved fast, stripping me down until I was completely naked. Then she reached for the soft black ropes we kept in the nightstand drawer — the ones we only used when she was in this mood.

“Hands up,” she ordered, voice sharp. I obeyed, and she tied my wrists to the headboard, then my ankles to the footboard, spreading me out completely. I was helpless, cock already hard from the mix of nerves and arousal.

“Look at you,” she said, standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed. “All tied up and waiting for mommy to punish you. This is what you get for forgetting our anniversary.”

She started slow, crawling onto the bed and running her soft hands up my thighs. Her fingers brushed my cock, teasingly light. The handjob began with long, slow strokes, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that leaked out. “You want to cum already? Too bad. You don’t get anything until I decide you’ve earned it.”

I groaned, hips twitching against the ropes. “Mommy… please… I’m sorry.”

She smirked, leaning down to lick the head of my cock. “Sorry isn’t enough. You need to suffer a little first.”

The blowjob was torturous. She sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the head, then took me deeper, cheeks hollowing. Spit dripped down my shaft as she bobbed, one hand stroking the base while the other gently squeezed my balls. She brought me right to the edge, then pulled off completely, stroking me slowly to keep me denied.

“You like when mommy edges you like this?” she murmured, voice sweet but cruel. “Like when I make you beg for release?”

I nodded desperately. “Yes, mommy… please let me cum…”

“Not yet.” She climbed up and straddled my face. “First, you’re going to eat mommy’s pussy until I say stop.”

She lowered herself onto my mouth, grinding against my tongue. I licked and sucked eagerly, tasting how wet she was. Momo moaned, riding my face, hands in my hair as she used me.

“Right there— good boy. Eat your angry mommy’s cunt like you mean it.”

She came hard, thighs clamping around my head as she squirted on my tongue, body shaking. She kept grinding through it, chasing another orgasm before finally lifting off, breathing hard.

“Now,” she said, sliding down my body. “Mommy’s going to ride you. And you’re going to hold it until I cum first.”

She sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, moaning as I filled her. Cowgirl was slow and deep at first, her hips rolling as she controlled everything. I tugged at the ropes, desperate to touch her, but she just smiled.

“No touching. This is punishment, remember?”

She rode faster, tits bouncing, hands on my chest. “Your cock feels so good inside mommy. But you don’t get to cum yet.”

She came twice like that, pussy clenching around me as she squirted, soaking my lap. I was throbbing, begging, but she kept riding, drawing it out.

Finally, she leaned down, kissing me messily. “Cum for mommy. Fill me up.”

I came hard, pumping thick ropes deep inside her. She ground down, taking every drop, then collapsed on my chest, breathing hard.

Momo untied me slowly, kissing the red marks on my wrists and ankles. The anger had faded, replaced by that soft, loving look she always had after intense nights.

“You okay, baby?” she whispered, curling into my side.

I pulled her close, kissing her forehead. “More than okay. I needed that. And I really am sorry about forgetting.”

She nuzzled into my chest. “I know. I was just hurt. But I love you. Even when you’re forgetful.”

We stayed like that for a while, soft kisses and gentle touches. Then she smiled playfully. “Round two? This time I’ll let you touch.”

I laughed and flipped her onto her back, kissing her deeply. The rest of the night was slower, more loving — missionary with her legs around me, her whispering how much she loved me, another creampie as we came together.

Momo was my everything — sweet, fierce, and the perfect balance of dominant and caring. Nights like this reminded me how lucky I was to have her.

(Short Smut. - Jaewon)