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Authors: Lexi Cross
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction
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“Thats better,” he barked, laying another hasty slap across her backside, “don’t forget to count or we’ll start over.”
The vivid pain awakened her, brought with it a rush of pleasure and energy she had never felt. She opened her eyes, looking for the first time at the small group of people who had come to watch. To her amazement they weren’t looking at her in scorn but in awe, their eyes fixated on her movements and beauty. She began to feel foolish for her modesty, realizing she was part of a spectacle that had had looked so lovely to her.
“Thats four Sir,” she blurted out, her newfound voice clear and deliberate, “may I have another please?”
A smile spread across his lips, and she knew he was pleased with her. She felt limp and helpless, tied to the bench at one end and barely balanced on her feet at the other end. Her cherry red rump was raised high for the whole room to see, and the soft folds of her pussy peeking out between her creamy thighs.
“You may,” he affirmed, reinforcing his words with a wicked crack to her burning backside, adding another blotch of red to her already sore bottom.
Despite her determination, she began to squirm and gasp with the increasingly merciless strokes; finding it harder to maintain her composure and keep up the counting. Her pussy was on fire now, her whole body in an urgent state of need. She ached for the relief of an orgasm but knew she would have more to take before he would possibly consider it.
“Five Sir, thank you!” she cried, “may I have another?”
She was starting to get it now, her body finally in tune with her mind. She could feel her nipples, hard as rocks, spilling out of her silk corset and making themselves visible to anyone who was looking. It only served to make her wetter now, and she gazed wantonly into the crowd of onlooker, eagerly awaiting her Master’s next blow.
“Six....seven!” she stammered, trying to keep up as he staggered two cruel smacks, one to each side of her inflamed cheeks.
“Sir, may I...may I have another?”
Helena was breathless, throbbing with need as she tried to compose herself for the rest of his merciless discipline.
He caressed her tender backside, letting his hand delve down to her dripping pussy, she tried to move herself closer to his hand, but the restraints prevented any real movement and it was useless to try when she knew he was only teasing for the moment.
She tried to block out his insistent fingers, now focusing on the crowd she had previously been so afraid of. They were watching her with the same fascination she’d watched with only shortly ago, and her shame had ebbed away; replaced by a sense of beauty and strength reinforced by their admiring gazes.
Helena felt Aiden pull his hand away, and took a deep breath, preparing for the last few blows. She knew they would be the harshest yet, for the ferocity of his strokes had only increased so far, and she doubted he would change the pace now.
The next strike was so hard, she could feel her body crushed against the bench, a nasty red weal forming where his hand had bombarded her delicate skin. The tears she’d forced back were coming again, streaming uncontrollably from her eyes as she forced the pain down.
“Eight, Sir...” she blubbered, her body shaking from the pain “may I...may I have another?”
“You certainly may.” he replied, raising his hand above her crimson ass, threatening her flesh with another wicked assault.
She felt his hand come down and strike her, but it took a moment for the intense pain to reach her. When it did, it engulfed her whole body in a rush of searing heat, causing her to cry out in pain and bliss as her neglected pussy gushed juices, covering the backs of her thighs in a slick flood of liquid. She didn’t care anymore who could see, who would know how much she desired his punishing hand.
“Oww, owww,” she wailed; fighting back the tears that were trying to spill down her cheeks,
“Thats better,” he barked, laying another hasty slap across her backside, “don’t forget to count or we’ll start over.”
The vivid pain awakened her, brought with it a rush of pleasure and energy she had never felt. She opened her eyes, looking for the first time at the small group of people who had come to watch. To her amazement they weren’t looking at her in scorn but in awe, their eyes fixated on her movements and beauty. She began to feel foolish for her modesty, realizing she was part of a spectacle that had had looked so lovely to her.
“Thats four Sir,” she blurted out, her newfound voice clear and deliberate, “may I have another please?”
A smile spread across his lips, and she knew he was pleased with her. She felt limp and helpless, tied to the bench at one end and barely balanced on her feet at the other end. Her cherry red rump was raised high for the whole room to see, and the soft folds of her pussy peeking out between her creamy thighs.
“You may,” he affirmed, reinforcing his words with a wicked crack to her burning backside, adding another blotch of red to her already sore bottom.
Despite her determination, she began to squirm and gasp with the increasingly merciless strokes; finding it harder to maintain her composure and keep up the counting. Her pussy was on fire now, her whole body in an urgent state of need. She ached for the relief of an orgasm but knew she would have more to take before he would possibly consider it.
“Five Sir, thank you!” she cried, “may I have another?”
She was starting to get it now, her body finally in tune with her mind. She could feel her nipples, hard as rocks, spilling out of her silk corset and making themselves visible to anyone who was looking. It only served to make her wetter now, and she gazed wantonly into the crowd of onlooker, eagerly awaiting her Master’s next blow.
“Six....seven!” she stammered, trying to keep up as he staggered two cruel smacks, one to each side of her inflamed cheeks.
“Sir, may I...may I have another?”
Helena was breathless, throbbing with need as she tried to compose herself for the rest of his merciless discipline.
He caressed her tender backside, letting his hand delve down to her dripping pussy, she tried to move herself closer to his hand, but the restraints prevented any real movement and it was useless to try when she knew he was only teasing for the moment.
She tried to block out his insistent fingers, now focusing on the crowd she had previously been so afraid of. They were watching her with the same fascination she’d watched with only shortly ago, and her shame had ebbed away; replaced by a sense of beauty and strength reinforced by their admiring gazes.
Helena felt Aiden pull his hand away, and took a deep breath, preparing for the last few blows. She knew they would be the harshest yet, for the ferocity of his strokes had only increased so far, and she doubted he would change the pace now.
The next strike was so hard, she could feel her body crushed against the bench, a nasty red weal forming where his hand had bombarded her delicate skin. The tears she’d forced back were coming again, streaming uncontrollably from her eyes as she forced the pain down.
“Eight, Sir...” she blubbered, her body shaking from the pain “may I...may I have another?”
“You certainly may.” he replied, raising his hand above her crimson ass, threatening her flesh with another wicked assault.
She felt his hand come down and strike her, but it took a moment for the intense pain to reach her. When it did, it engulfed her whole body in a rush of searing heat, causing her to cry out in pain and bliss as her neglected pussy gushed juices, covering the backs of her thighs in a slick flood of liquid. She didn’t care anymore who could see, who would know how much she desired his punishing hand.
“Oww, owww,” she wailed; fighting back the tears that were trying to spill down her cheeks,
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