Take Me Out To The Ballgame

Laurena was nearly finished making sure everything was ready for Game
four of the World Series. A six-pack of Sam Adams Boston Lager on ice,
a tray of snacks on the coffee table, and the remote control on the arm
of the couch.

Being in an on-and-off Dom/sub relationship, Laurena and Tim were no
strangers to having established rules during sex. Of course there
special rules for Baseball Night, and it was no different during the
World Series. The primary rule was that since alcohol was consumed,
there would be no whipping or restraints. Only spanking was allowed.
There was nothing more important for a sub's safety than a Dom who can
maintain control, and since alcohol interfered with the highest level
of control the only safe way to inflict pain was spanking. Laurena's
long hair had to be wound into a tight French roll so that Tim could
not grab her by her hair and accidentally injure her neck. Laurena had
to remain nude throughout the game and perform whatever act was
demanded of her, but she had insisted on one additional rule: When she
was not being used she was free to sit on the floor at Tim's feet and
watch the game.

Laurena always cheered for the National league. She was primarily a
Colorado Rockies fan (and secondarily a Chicago Cubs fan). She missed
her younger days, watching such talent as Mark Grace, Ryne Sandberg,
and Andre Dawson with her dad, and listen to announcer Harry Caray‘s
speech getting progressively more slurred as the game went on. Her dad
had taught her to always cheer for the home team, and during the World
Series to cheer for the league that the home team's league.  She wasn't
always crazy about the team, but she wouldn't miss the games. When they
were over there would be a long drought until Spring training.

The national anthem was about to begin, and Laurena and Tim both stood
in silence to show the proper respect. As soon as it was over Laurena
would remove her clothes and Baseball Night would commence.

The crowd's applause at the end of the anthem was her cue, and Laurena
slowly stripped. When she was done she sat at Tim's feet, waiting for
the next cue. Finally the first pitch came, her signal to get up, get
him a beer, remove the cap, and offer it to him with her head bowed in
deference to him. After that there would be no more cues, she only had
to wait for and obey his commands.

Typically the first command came early. The earlier he had his first
orgasm the more time he would have to recover so that he could have
another before the end of the game. It was the top of the second inning
when Tim gave his first command in four words: "Suck my dick, bitch."

Quickly and silently she kneeled between his legs, unzipped his pants,
removed his soft penis and started licking it. In less than a minute he
was hard, and she could start using all her best skills. If sucking
cock was an art form, Laurena could have been one of the masters. She
started by slowly circling her tongue around the head, and then putting
only the head in her mouth with gentle suction as she continued the
work with her tongue. Next she licked the underside of his shaft slowly
from the root to the tip, and then around to the sides. Once the entire
shaft was lightly coated with her saliva, she took Tim's until now
neglected balls and cupped them in her right hand. She held them up
reverently as she began to lick and then gently suck on his balls.

Most nights Tim wanted her to look up at him as she worked to build up
the pressure, but Baseball Night was different. His eyes stayed focused
on the game, looking away only to reach for his beer, never so much as
glancing at her. He really didn't care where her eyes were focused.
Given this freedom, she chose to focus on his manhood.

The preliminary build up was finally over, and it was time for her to
engulf his cock. She ran her tongue up the underside and when it
reached the head she put her lips around it and slid them down to the
base of his cock, relaxing her throat to take him completely in. She
held it there for a moment, and then began moving her head up and down
his cock, moving her tongue around the shaft and the head.

Suddenly she heard the crack of a bat, and Tim started cheering. His
body moved as he cheered, and Laurena had to struggle to keep his cock
in her mouth. She tried not to let on that she was listening for the
announcer to tell her what she had just missed, it turned out to be
a two-run homer.
When he settled down Laurena resumed the rhythmic stimulation of his
penis. Up and down, into her throat, circling the head with her tongue
when she came to the top. When she noticed a change in his breathing
she gradually picked up the pace, and within a few minutes she was
pumping her mouth hard and fast on his manhood. She felt that familiar
twitch that told her he was about to climax, and she kept her mouth
shallow to capture his cum on her tongue. Spurt after spurt landed on
her tongue, and when she was sure he was through she released him from
her mouth, cupped her tongue, and looked up at him with her tongue out
to wait for his permission to swallow.

She waited patiently with her tongue out, never taking her eyes from her
face, until the batter struck out swinging. He looked down to confirm
that his cum was on her tongue and that she hadn't spilled any. "Go
ahead," he said, "swallow it. Then bring me another beer."

Silently she swallowed and put his penis back in his pants, then zipped
him up. She stood up to bring him another beer, removed the bottle cap,
and handed it to him. He took it with one hand and grabbed her wrist
with the other. "What do you say, slut?"

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to suck your cock and swallow
your seed." She meant it, too. She loved having his cock in her mouth.

He released his grip, and she returned to her seated position at his
feet. She took full advantage of being able to watch the game while she
was not serving his needs. She was allowed to cheer and talk to Tim
about the game and voice her opinion on the accuracy of the calls the
umps made, but when he demanded a beer, the snack tray, or sex she was
to immediately to revert to being his slave until her task was
complete.

It was in the top of the sixth inning when Tim said, "Did you know there
was a two-run homer in the second inning?"

He wasn't asking Laurena, he was asking his slave. "Yes, Sir. I know
there was."

"You were dividing your attention between the game and my cock."

"Only for a brief moment, Sir."

"How much of your attention should have been devoted to servicing my
cock?"

"One hundred percent, Sir."

"Because you divided your attention between the game and my cock, I'll
divide my attention between giving you a spanking and giving you an
orgasm. Lay across my lap."

Laurena immediately got to her feet and positioned her ass at the
perfect point to allow him to spank hard with his right hand, and
parted her thighs enough to give him access to her pussy. He wasted no
time bringing his open hand down hard. During Baseball Night she was
not required to count the blows, he would know she had enough when her
ass was the right shade of pink. To test her wetness he inserted first
one, then two fingers inside her.

Tim alternated between spanking her, inserting two fingers in her cunt,
and running a finger over her clit. The more turned on she became from
the attention to her clit, the more painful the spanking became. It
wasn't long before the hard blows made her ass feel hot and her eyes
tear up. Soon she was weeping openly, the pain matched by her need to
climax. The more the pain mixed with the pleasure, the harder it was
for her to hold back. She was not allowed to ask for permission to
orgasm when she was being punished, but sometimes he would grant
permission.

Mercifully, this was one of those times.

As soon as he gave the word, her body began trembling. The tension
released from her body in waves so strong that the stinging temporarily
faded, only to return when her orgasm was over. He lifted her face and
looked at her, he loved her tears. Making her cry made him feel
powerful.

"Get back on the floor," Tim said, reaching for a pillow and handing it
to her. "You can sit on this."

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you for disciplining me and for giving me
permission to cum."

"Pull yourself together. After the seventh inning stretch I want you to
suck me until I'm hard so I can fuck you."

"Yes, Sir."

The pillow helped, but it still hurt to sit. She shifted her weight back
and forth trying in vain to get comfortable. She took a couple of deep
breaths, trying to control the pain by controlling her breathing. It
helped a little, but it would be a while before the stinging would fade
into a dull ache. She quickly checked the score, it hadn't changed
since the punishment started. There were two men in scoring position,
but there were also two outs.

In the top of the seventh inning with two outs, Laurena made sure that
she would be ready as soon as there was another out. An easy grounder
to the shortstop ended the half of the inning, and Laurena moved to
kneel in front of him.

"No, not that way," Tim ordered as he unzipped his pants and lowered
them down around his knees. "Lay on your side with your head in my lap.
Hands behind you."

She did as she was told, although balancing without the aid of her hands
was not easy. She licked at his semi-erect penis briefly then took it
fully into her mouth. Tim reached down to her right breast and pinched
her nipple hard, then pulled it. She breathed in sharply, feeling like
an electrical charge was going from her nipple to her clit. It hurt,
but it turned her on.

"When I let go of your nipple I want you to bend over the coffee table
so I can fuck you. I haven't decided yet whether I should fuck your
pussy or your ass."

Laurena breathed through her nose, concentrating on controlling the
pain. Her job right now was not to make him cum, she only needed to
stimulate him enough to keep him hard.

As luck would have it, he released her nipple at the same time that the
commercial ended and the bottom of the seventh started. She was quick
to follow the instructions she had been given, moving the snack tray to
the side and bending over the table with her legs spread. He would have
easy access to either her pussy or her ass.

Tim moved behind her and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy,
but didn't enter. The anticipation was driving her crazy. He bent down
and whispered to her, "Beg me to fuck you."

She scarcely needed to be prompted, she was ready to beg him without
being told to do so. "Please Sir, I need to feel you drive your prick
all the way up my cunt. Please, please fuck me. Take me hard, fuck me
hard. Please!"

He was all the way in her with one thrust. He wished he had her pony
tail to pull, having no other way to control her he grabbed her hips
and dug his fingers in so hard he was sure they would leave a mark. An
animalistic growl escaped from him as he drove his cock into her hard
and fast. "Finger your clit," he said through clenched teeth. "Make
yourself cum like the slut you are."

There was no need for further encouragement. Laurena started tracing a
circle around her clit, then moving her finger faster and faster. Both
of them were so lost in the sensation that they almost didn't notice
the solo home run. She would celebrate it later, right now she was too
close to orgasm to care.

When Laurena's orgasm rushed through her it made her cunt clench around
Tim's cock, triggering his orgasm and causing him to pump spurt after
spurt deep inside her. He pulled out of her and sat back on the couch,
and she dutifully kneeled before him and cleaned his cock with her
mouth. Some women wouldn't do such a thing, but Laurena loved the taste
of their juices mixed together.

"There should be two beers left," Tim said. "Get one for me and you can
have the other if you want it." That was the final cue, when she was
allowed to have a beer he was no longer her Master. For the rest of the
night they were just two people watching a baseball game.

When she returned with the beer she was dressed, and she was now allowed
to sit next to him on the couch. They passed the evening talking about
the game as though nothing had happened.

When the game ended Laurena grabbed her coat and purse. "I have to get
home, I have and early wake up call tomorrow."

"You aren't going to stay and clean up?" Tim teased her.

"If you want someone to clean your apartment get a girlfriend," she said
with a smile. "I'm only fucking you." She turned and left.

Tim laughed to himself. His friends wondered why he didn't go out with
them as often to watch games with them, but none of his friends looked
as good naked as Laurena.

• Weekend Getaway Ch. 1