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You're in BIG Trouble	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 3091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-You're in BIG Trouble
- 1
“Hey, Jonathan!” I squeal with delight into the phone.

“Hey honey! Have you been behaving yourself?”

“Oh, you know me.”

“Yes I do. I’m coming tomorrow!”

“YAY! I can’t wait!”

“Hm…you say that now,” he teases. “I can’t wait either. I’ll see you then. Bye, baby girl.”

“Bye.”

The next day, I pick Jonathan up at the airport. I smile wide, unable to help myself, as he comes out of the terminal. He looks so cute in his jeans and black, long-sleeved T-shirt. His hair is pulled back and he still has just the little chin goatee. He’s wearing his black glasses of course.

“Hey!” I reach my arms out to embrace him in a tight hug.

“There’s my sweet girl!” He sweeps me up in his arms, lifting me up off my feet and plants a firm kiss on my cheek.

“How are you?” I say.

“I’m fuckin’ tired, baby. But very glad to see you!” He kisses me on the lips and puts me down so we can go to pick up his bag.

“Have you eaten?”

“No. Let’s go somewhere. You decide, lead the way.”

“Cool.”

We pick up his bag and load it into my car. I drive away from the airport and we talk the whole way, flirtindlesdlessly with each other of course. Both of us have yet to bring up our last encounter. I remember I told him that I like it better when he takes over. He had told me to be careful what I ask for. I’m afraid to find out what he meant.

I pull in front of my favorite place and we go in. We are seated in a pretty secluded area. It’s nice and quiet. We can talk.

“Do you have any new art?”

“Yes, I do. I have a showing at a gallery with a reception two months from now. Wanna come?”

“You know I do. Send me an email or call me when you know more about it. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll do that. I have a lot of new paintings I would like you to see.”

“Wow, been busy?”

“Yeah, what can I say, it’s what I like to do.”

“That’s not all you like to do.”

I think I feel myself blushing. I roll my eyes and give him a “you devil” look. I bite my lip and shake my head, still smiling. He laughs out loud.

“Whoa! You’re red!” He continues to laugh.

“I’m ready to go when you are.”

“Okay.”

We pay and leave. I try to put in for my part, but he doesn’t let me.

“Where would you like to go now?” He asks me.

“Do you want to go your hotel?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was thinking.”

“Hm…great minds think al huh huh?”

“That’s what I hear.” He gives me a seductive look that I catch out of the corner of my eye. He puts his hand on my leg, near my crotch.

“Then I guess that’s where we’re going!”

As soon as we reach his hotel, we don’t waste any time! The second the door shuts, Jonathan’s hands go immediately to my backside, squeezing it. He leans down for a long, deep kiss. Then he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. I wrap my legs around him and let him carry me.

Once we reach the bed, he practically throws me on it. I prop up on my elbows, Jonathan is still standing.

“I thought you were tired.”

“I think I’m awake now.” He’s giving me That Stare already, like he wants to tear into me. He pulls my shoes off of me and makes his way towards me on the bed.

He’s on all fours, crouching towards me like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. He gets inches away from my face, one knee in my crotch.

“Have you been a good girl?”

“What do you think?”

“I think I know the answer,” he looks right into my eyes. He grabs my neck. “If you think I’m just gonna let you get away with that shit you pulled last time, think again.” He pushes my neck slightly and lets it go, getting up again. He tells me to stay put and goes to his bag.

When he comes back, he has a leash, the paddle and a few other things that I can’t tell what they are; they look like wrist cuffs. He’s not taking me down without a fight. I get up and run from the bed.

“Get your ass over here!” He orders.

“You gotta catch me first!”

Jonathan throws the other stuff on the bed, but the paddle remains in his hand. He comes toward me. I’m over by the couch and he gets on the other side of it. I try to trick him and then run past him, but he catches me, gripping my arm tightly.

“Dammit! Let me go!”

He doesn’t say anything as he sits on the couch, maintaining his grip on me. He pulls me across his lap. Dammit if I’m not wearing a skirt this time! He has easy access. He pulls it up. I flail on his lap in protest and he holds me down with one arm.

“Be still, or I’ll make it hurt more.”

I don’t see how it could hurt any more. Jonathan doesn’t show any mercy when he spanks me. I start to struggle again and then he brings the paddle down with a hard, stinging slap.

It knocks the breath out of me. The next one is even harder and my eyes tear up. With the third, I start panting and the fourth one I start to cry. I brace myself for a fifth, but I feel Jonathan grab my hair and pull me up. He pulls me by my hair and I end up with my knees on the floor and him still sitting on the couch. The paddle is beside him.

“Tell me, little girl, did you enjoy being in control last time?”

I sniff in response.

“Answer me,” he growls, tightening his grip on my hair.

“Yes,” I whimper, still crying and sniffling.

“I hope so, because it won’t happen again. You weren’t very nice to ‘daddy’. I think you’re in big trouble. Get up!” He “helps” me to my feet, not letting go of my hair. I’m actually starting to get a headache from it. He picks up the paddle before leading me to the king-size bed.

Jonathan releases his grip on my hair, shoving me forward on the bed. Before I can get up to protest again, he throws my skirt up, and swiftly pulls my panties off.

He gets on the bed with me and raises the paddle. I turn over onto my back.

“Dammit! Don’t try to fight it. That won’t help you.” He turns me on my front side and I turn on my back again and giggle.

“Do I need to hold you down? You’re getting spanked, so don’t try to get out of it, little girl.”

He flips me over more forcefully this time and grabs the wrist cuffs. Sitting on my back to hold me down, he pulls off my shirt and bra. He cuffs my hands together and ties my elbows. Then he ties my ankles together. I feel him get up. I look to see what he got up for and I see a whip in his hand.

“No! Please, Jon. Not that! Please…”

“I told you, baby. Don’t disobey me,” he says as he strokes my face with it, “If you’re good from now on, I won’t have to use this again.”

“Please…” I beg one more time.

“Look forward…this is gonna hurt.” He’s running the whip across my ass.

“Please…I’ll be good, I’m sor-“

He grips my hair again in the same place as before. It still hurts from the last time.

“DO WHAT YOU’RE TOLD!” He turns my head by my hair.

I scream in protest, really not wanting to be hit with that. He pins me down again and brings the whip down on my backside mercilessly. That is the worst sting ever! My breathing becomes harder. I’m sweating from fighting him. It hurts like none other. I can’t even make a sound, except short breathing.

“Baby, I said it would hurt. I’m sorry…but you misbehaved.” He whips me again. I hear it break the air as he brings it down.

“Just…please…stop…I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry now.” He whips me again, repeatedly. I start crying again. He continues; my tears and pleas don’t faze him, even though they are becoming louder.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY JON! JUST STOP! PLEASE!”

“See what happens when you think you can tell me what to do?” He pauses long enough to respond, but not long enough to bring me any relief and then goes back to whipping me.

“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” I scream tearfully.

“I know it won’t!” He doesn’t let up. “You’re gonna be a good girl now, aren’t you?”

“Yes…”

“What?” WHIP! “Speak up!” WHIP!

“YES!”

He stops and stands over me. I go limp from exhaustion. I hear him breathing somewhat heavier. I feel him sit down next to me on the bed. He brings his hand to my ass. I feel him touching the stinging flesh and running his fingers over the welts. He starts to rub gently. This helps some. A bucket of ice would help even more.

“I think you understand your place now, don’t you?” He says softly as he rubs gently.

I nod in response, crying softly.

“Good…good girl.” He smacks my ass one last time. I wince.

He unzips my skirt and pulls it off of me. He lays on his side next to me. I drop my head. Stray tears are caught by the fabric of the sheets. Jonathan’s runs his hand soothingly up and down my back.

“Your ass, baby…it really hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“Sweetie, I told you to be careful what you ask for, remember?”

I nod.

“Lay still, honey.” He runs his fingers across my left cheek. I flinch in response.

“It’s okay…”

I whimper because just the slightest touch hurts.

“Shhhhhhh…” He unties my ankles and is positioned behind me. He parts my legs and settles himself between them. I’m still on my front side, so I can’t see him.

I shudder with relief as he runs his finger up and down my slit. I feel my clit swell and I get wetter. Jonathan sees this and stops.

“Your ass is starting to bruise. Some parts are bleeding. Wanna see?”

“No…”

“I think you should. I want you to see what happens when you’re bad. Come on.” He gets up and carries me like a rag doll. He sits me on the bathroom counter.

“Look at it,” he orders.

“Jonathan, I don’t want to…”

He grabs my face hard and forces my head some.

“LOOK! I told you! Do you need be whipped again?”

“NO! Okay…” I turn around and see the red, straight-line marks on my white skin. I quickly look away.

“You see what happens to bad girls?” He strokes my face. I’m a little mad that he left my ass looking THAT bad. Redness, some bruising is fine, but that really gets to me. I turn my head from his hand. That “pisses him off”. He grabs my throat again.

“You look at me and answer me when I talk to you! Do you see what happens when you’re bad?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He kisses my cheek. “Come on.”

Jonathan helps me off the counter top and leads me back to the bed. He picks up the leash and I allow him to put it around my neck. He drapes the other side against one of the bedposts.

I notice that he is still fully clothed. He tends to do that a lot. He’ll get me naked before he even takes off his shoes. He even has his glasses on, still.

“Why do you get to keep your clothes on?”

“Because I’m in charge, remember? Or do you need to be reminded? I will use that whip again. Don’t think that because your ass looks the way it does that I won’t.”

“Alright. I get it. You’re the boss
“
“Very good!”

“Please come back here…I was getting so wet.”

“I know…I was also pretty hard when you decided to tease me with your tits.”

“Oh thanks, you’re telling me that you’re not excited right now when I’m naked in front of you?!”

“Oh, I am,” he gets on the bed and straddles me, he starts licking and kissing my neck, “trust me, girl, I love the sight of you naked…but my hands are free…I can take care of that.”

“You wouldn’t!”

He laughs.

“FUCKER!”

He stops laughing abruptly. “Dammit, I told you about talking to me like that! I don’t want to put any more marks on that pretty ass of yours.”

He runs his fingertips lightly across the sides of my abdomen, right under my ribcage. I shudder and laugh. That’s a very ticklish spot for me.

“OOOOHH!! What was that?” He teases.

“No Jon! Please!” I giggle involuntarily again as he tickles me with a devilish grin. He looks like a little boy who likes to push the same button on a noisy toy to annoy people.

“I think someone is ticklish!”

“DAMMIT!” I can’t help my laughter which makes me mad. Without thinking, I try to push him away with my cuffed hands. I’m quickly corrected. Jonathan pins my shoulders to the bed post.

“You just try that again young lady!” His brown eyes look right into me.

“Stop tickling me then!” I glare at him.

“What, you don’t like that?”

“Shut up!”

“I think I know what you like…” there’s that evil grin! He goes to his bag again. He comes back with what looks like two more leashes, but not quite.

Jonathan fastens one end right above my knee and the other end to the bedpost. I see where this is going. He does the same with the other, leaving my legs wide open in front of him, where he can see everything. Not that I mind that, because he’s seen it before. I just don’t like not having much of a choice; it also makes me wonder what he’s going to do.

He positions himself right in between my knees, looking right at my cunt.

“I love your pussy. I love how you keep it shaved.” He rubs his hands up and down my legs and my inner thighs. He moves in closer and once again puts his knee right up against my crotch. I moan softly and try to subtly move forward to grind my clit into it.

“Ooohh…it’s nice and warm too, baby. And so wet. You want my cock in there don’t you?”

I moan again in response.

“I think right now you would just like to have my finger in there. Or do you want me to lick it?”

“Oh, Jonathan…” I start grinding harder, really getting a good feeling from it. He must sense this because he backs away and sits between my knees again. He takes his hair down and removes his glasses, setting them on the bedside table.

He goes back to rubbing my inner thighs, stopping short of my wet cunt and throbbing clit. He lowers his head down there and kisses the very upper part of my inner thigh on each side. He comes back up and smiles very slightly, but in a very sinister way.

“I LOVE the way your cunt smells, honey. You want it bad right now, don’t you?”

I’m about to reach down and take matters into my own hands if he doesn’t do SOMETHING soon. Then he rubs both his thumbs on my outer lips. I shudder. He just continues with the same action.

“I see you’re getting wetter. I think my dick would just slide right in there.”

I bite back a moan. The more I show my arousal, the longer he’ll tease me.

“What? You don’t like that? Okay, I’ll stop.”

“NO!” Dammit! Why did I open my mouth?

“So you do like it…you like it when I tease your cunt?” His finger very lightly grazes my clit, almost not touching it. I close my eyes and whimper. Jonathan takes off his shirt. I look admiringly at the beautiful mass of soft brown hair on his chest.

“You like this baby?” He says softly as his fingertips run lightly up the backs of my thighs. I shudder again. He kicks off his shoes and removes his socks too, then unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants off. He’s now in front of me, between my knees, in his boxers. He’s not so good at hiding his “excitement” wearing just those.

“Want these off too?” He plays like he’s going to pull them down.

“Yes…”

“And what do you think will happen if I do take them off?” I don’t think he really expects me to answer, I don’t.

I look at him longingly.

“Oh, what am I saying? I know what you want.” He leans forward, rubbing his erection into my crotch. I’m so turned on at this point, I almost lose it. I bite back my moans though. I know he’s just teasing.

“You want THIS don’t you?”

Holding in my moans is getting more difficult and I let one slip.

“Yeah…I know how you want it too…on your hands and knees…”

He KNOWS that position is my favorite! When he starts kissing and licking my neck, I almost cum right then. He laughs. Then he backs away again, leaving me hot all over. I can’t take it anymore. Without even thinking and almost not caring, my fingers, with my hands still bound together, go directly to my swollen clit. I should have known Jonathan wouldn’t allow that.

“No, no, no, little girl. You don’t cum unless I have something to do with it!” He ties my hands to the bedpost above my head. Now I’m completely under his control!

“You really want my dick that bad, honey?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions. If you want it, say it. Tell me what you want.”

“You already know!”

“What? Know what?”

“That I want your cock.”

“You really want it?”

“Yes…”

“Really?”

“YES!” I shout.

“Okay…” he pulls off his boxers, finally. I can’t help but smile at Jonathan’s big, beautiful cock. He notices and gives me that cute half-smile of his.

“You really like it, don’t you baby?” He wraps his hand around the shaft.

I groan and tilt my head back in frustration.

“Don’t you think it would feel good in your juicy cunt?” He looks down at it and pulls the lips apart. “It’s so pretty…and wet!”

I’m about to really lose it. I get even wetter than before. I think I’m starting to get the bed wet. Jonathan is stroking himself now. I’m getting frustrated, and if he’s not careful, I’ll be pissed.

“DAMMIT, JONATHAN! You’re so full of it! You tell me with a straight face you don’t want to stick your dick in it!”

“Whoa…” he looks surprised. He caresses my legs. “Calm down, baby girl. Of course I want your pussy. But you’ve been so bad, I’m not sure that you’ve earned it!”

“I think I’m being good now.”

“Hm…you think so?”

“Don’t you?”

“I dunno…you did just yell at me. I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge again. Do I need to remind you?”

“No…I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.”

I sigh and look up at the ceiling in frustration. It’s only then that I feel something on my slit again. Thinking it’s just him teasing me at first, I don’t respond right away, despite the shiver running through me.

Then I feel something penetrating me. I look to see Jonathan’s hand between my legs, his middle finger inside me. I shudder again. I try not to make too much noise; I don’t want him to stop. I feel him slide in another finger. I don’t think much about it when he pulls out the second finger, but I definitely notice when I feel it slide in my ass. I open my eyes wide, surprised.

“Like it?”

“Mmm…that feels nice…”

“Good…how about this?” I clench tightly when he inserts both fingers in my ass without warning. It kinda hurts without much lube. He must have figured that he made his point and pulls both out. He has also taken down my level of arousal some, but not by much and it quickly comes back when I feel the head of his penis at my entrance.

Jonathan rubs it up and down my slit at first before slowly pushing the head in. I can’t help but moan loudly. Inch by inch, he enters me. He’s so big. I breathe deeply as I take the entire length of him into me.

“OOH! FUCK, JONATHAN!”

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks softly. He pulls back and slowly fills me with his big dick. He reaches up and unties my hands from the bed post. I moan as he starts his rhythm of pulling back and reentering. I put my now free hands in his long, dreaded black hair. To my surprise, he frees my legs too. He pulls out of me and sits up straight.

“Turn over, on your knees.”

I smile at him before getting into my favorite position. He immediately penetrates me again. I fall on my elbows as he picks up his pace. I moan loudly when he starts hitting that amazing spot inside me. I reach u rub rub my clit without thinking. I want to cum so bad.

“Get your hands up by your head! I told you…I will make you cum!”

“Jon…I want to cum so bad! Please…”

“NO! STOP TALKING BACK!” He shifts his angle making his thrusts feel even more intense. “Is that good baby?”

“Yes…harder! Please!”

“Shhhhhhhh…calm down honey. Just trust me.”

I moan louder. He feels so good.

“You like this don’t you, bitch? Are you my dirty little slut? Huh?”

“OOOOOHHH FUCK!”

“You’re a bad little girl aren’t you?” He growls at me, thrusting into me deep and hard. “AREN”T YOU?” He grabs my hair and pulls hard.

“YES!”

“Yeah…you are,” he smacks my ass, bringing back some of the stinging sensation, but not too bad. I’m still moaning as he hits my spot. Then he sends another rough smack to my backside. I scream this time. He does it again a few more times and I start to really hurt, my eyes tearing up. Pain and pleasure are going through my body at the same time. I scream and cry from both.

“Do you like getting spanked and fucked?”

“YES!!”

“You are bad…you know what happens to bad girls honey?” He says in the most perverted way. He rubs my back entrance with his thumb.

“Do it…please…”

“What? This?” SMACK! Another one. I utter a loud moan. “I like it when you make that sound.” SMACK! I don’t this time so he does it again, I respond.

“That’s it baby, that’s what I like to hear.” He rubs the small hole again. A soft moan escapes my lips.

“Turn on your back, honey.”

He pulls out of me and I flip over. He quickly reaches into his bag again and grabs a small bottle. When he comes back, he grabs a large pillow.

“Lift your hips.”

I do as I’m told.

“Good girl.” He puts the pillow under me. He drops a good amount of the lube onto his fingers. “Now relax for me.”

I breathe in deeply and slowly let it out as I feel his coated fingers trace the tiny opening of my backside. Every time we do this, I have to get used to the sensation again. He rubs and presses gently before finally pushing both his fingers inside my ass. I start to clench some at first.

“It’s okay, baby.”

I relax more and let out a soft moan, quickly getting used to the feeling of his fingers inside my back entrance. He starts to work them in and out as I relax more.

“Good, baby. Want my dick?”

“Yes…”

“Thought you would, nasty girl…” he pulls his fingers out and coats his dick with the lube. I realize that I’ve never actually watched him do it. I like it. I like the way that the lube makes it shine as the light hits it just the right way.

“I think I’m gonna need more than that.”

He smiles, knowing exactly why I said that. He decides to give in, knowing that he’s sort of teasing me by stroking himself right in front of me. I smile like a naughty little girl who’s watching something she shouldn’t be and knows it.

“Is that good honey?”

“Yes…”

“Good, because I’m gonna fuck you like the bad girl you are.” He moves in closer to me and I reach down and help him find it. It doesn’t take long. I breathe in and out slowly as he gradually pushes his way inside.

He takes me behind my knees and lifts me slightly before unexpectedly filling my ass with the entire length of his cock. He holds himself there for a second to really make me feel it.

“OOOOOOOHH FUUUUCK! Jonathan…” I gasp. He backs out before doing it again. I groan softly. Damn, it’s so fucking big!

“Feel it, baby. Take it deep like THIS…” he pulls out and reenters a bit roughly, making me cry out. I breathe deep and hard.

“Do it again,” I beg in between gasps.

“Mmm…you ARE a bad girl,” he says huskily, and backs out. “I told you I would fuck you like one, didn’t I? DIDN’T I?” He rams into me again. When he backs out this time, he starts a smooth, fluid pace as he slides in and out of my ass.

“Oh, Jonathant’s t’s so good.”

“You’re ass feels good around my cock, all nice and tight.” I reach up to him and he leans in. I pull him close for a kiss and he responds, kissing my lips softly. He sits up again and caresses my tits. I run my hands up his forearms. I breathe deeper as he pumps in and out. Suddenly I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing skillfully. A loud moan escapes me again. Suddenly I wonderful sensation washes over me. I feel a big, long awaited climax surfacing.

“Jon…I’m gonna…”

“I know…do it…”

I breathe in and hold it for a second. I release my breath along with my orgasm, moaning deeply. As my climax is ending, Jonathan’s is building quickly.

“AAAAHHH!! FUCK BABY! MMM!” I feel his dick pulsating around the small orifice and another mini-orgasm sneaks up on me. Jonathan gushes his hot cum deep inside me.

He holds himself in there for a few seconds to catch a breath, then he slowly and carefully pulls it out. He falls next to me on the bed. I catch my breath too then I turn to him.

“Mind if I take a shower?” I ask.

“Of course not,” he smiles like a perverted little boy, “are you DIRTY?”

I roll my eyes and sigh. I run the hot water and step in. I love showers. As I’m enjoying the hot, steamy water, I open my eyes to find the soap and I’m pleasantly surprised to see Jonathan standing in there with me.

“Let me do that,” he says in a very sweet, gentlemanly way. I turn around and allow him to massage my back with the soap. I fall back into his arms and he holds me possessively around my waist. I look up at his eyes that look sweet once again. He smiles and leans in for a long, deep kiss. I turn around and rinse the soap off my back. I see that I got some on him and I rub it into the soft hair. I help him rinse it off.

I turn off the water and he steps out and puts a towel around him. He hands me one too. I wrap it around me.

“Wait here, baby.”

Oh, I hope he doesn’t want to go AGAIN! As much as I enjoyed that, it wore me out. I’m so tired.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES, BABY GIRL!” He calls from the other side of the door. He comes back in.

“Okay!”

I open my eyes and see a beautiful green tank top and a pair of drawstring pants of the same color. It’s the exact color green he knows I like.

“Awww…Jonathan!”

“You wanna put them on now?”

“Oh YES!” I throw my arms around his neck and squeeze tightly. I kiss his cheek repeatedly. He laughs with excitement.

I drop my towel and put them on.

“Look on the back. I had something on there.” He smiles proudly. I turn around and even though it’s backwards in the mirror, I read the words, “Baby Girl” across the butt. I laugh with delight and hug him very tightly again.

“I LOVE it Jonathan. Thank you! How can I thank you enough?!”

“I think that you allowing me to do what I do with you is enough. I just want to remind you that I’ll always be here when you need me and even when I’m not around, you can think of me.”

“I do that anyway! Oh, thank you SOOO much!” I squeeze him around his waist hard. He hugs back tightly. I look up at him. He pushes my wet hair from my face.

“I said I would always take care of you.” He smiles and kisses my forehead. He tells me he’s tired and is going to get in bed.

“I’ll be right there, I’m gonna put my hair up.” I find two hair holders in my purse and pull my short hair into two small pigtails. It’s too short for a ponytail.

I emerge from the humid bathroom and into the cool bedroom. Jonathan is laying on the bed in his boxers. He’s waiting for me. He pulls back the covers and I join him under them. Our body heat keeps each other warm. I rest my head on his chest and stroke the hair softly as he caresses my back.

“So you are coming in a couple months?”

“Of course…you know I will. You never know, I might come sooner. You know me.”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

He laughs.

“’Night, Jonathan.”

“’Night baby girl.”

We both drift off to sleep peacefully, knowing that the other one is there.
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