personified. She wailed as he parted her pussy lips again. Just the brush of his fingers had her close to coming. If he touched her with that thing—
She tried to shift away, tried to close her thighs, but he only slapped them open. He pressed the vibrator to her clit and a shuddering spark snaked between her pussy and her nipples. She lost. Her body betrayed her and spun into a forbidden orgasm. She was racked by convulsive waves of pleasure she couldn't control. She was vaguely aware of him cursing and putting down the vibrator. She lay limp, suffused with pleasure, but at the same time, she knew she'd disappointed him. Not disappointed him. Disobeyed him. She could see the anger in his face, and hear it in his words when he told her sharply that she'd have to be punished. He uncuffed her ankles and she watched him go to the wall and return with a leather strap. She was still half-floating as he lifted her legs in the air and held her ankles. But then—
Oh God! She screamed and kicked as the thick leather strap whipped full force against the back of her legs. When she caught her breath again, she started crying "No, no, no!"
Whap. The pain was excruciating, a stinging fire that spread from ass to thighs. She scissored her legs, trying to draw them down to protect herself, but he only leaned into them, pinning them back with a broad shoulder. Holding her immobile, he spanked her again and again. All desire and lust fled, replaced by a desperate survival instinct. " Ow , ow ! Ow ! " She squiggled her rear and yanked at the cuffs on her wrists, but he grabbed the chain between the clamps on her breasts and tugged until she capitulated and lay still. Another blow—punishing leather against her tender upper thighs and the sensitive skin just beneath her ass cheeks. She screamed and cried, but he was relentless. Finally he stopped, laying the strap against the steaming fire that was her ass.
"Are you allowed to come without permission?" he asked.
"No, Master," she almost screamed. She would say anything, anything to make the punishment stop. He yanked the chain again, causing a brutal pain in her nipples that was not at all erotic.
"Do you deserve to come whenever you wish?"
"No, Master!"
"Who controls your pussy? Who controls your body?"
"You do, Master! Always!" The last word was a gasp. She howled as he laid one more harsh blow across her bottom, and almost kicked him in the head. He released her to go hang up the strap while she lay with her legs flopping limp, crying. He returned and recuffed them.
"Stop that crying or I'll gag you."
She sucked in the sobs heaving in her chest and wished she could wipe the tears and snot running down her face. As soon as she could trust her voice again, she said, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry I displeased you. Thank you for punishing me."
"I hope you learned a lesson."
She hiccoughed and drew in a deep, bracing breath. "I did, Master. Thank you."
He leaned to wipe her face with a handful of tissues, while words of apology and thanks and pleading fell over each other in their rush to leave her mouth. He finally silenced her with a finger on her lips.
"Just show me that you've learned something. I know this might not seem important to you, but it is to me. I want you to want . I don't want you to achieve satisfaction. Not yet. Do you understand?"
She gazed at him, at the stern set of his brow and the intensity in his eyes. "Yes, Master. You want me to be frustrated and unsatisfied."
His eyes flickered, and the set of his mouth relaxed. "Yes. That's what I want." She heard the buzz again and a stray tear slid from the corner of her eye. She was miserable because she'd failed him, but even more miserable that the lessons had to continue. She was usually so good at everything, but this...
He lowered the vibrator directly onto her clit, buzzing higher this time. She was so miserable that the arousal didn't come at first. But he was patient, so patient. She squeezed her interior
She tried to shift away, tried to close her thighs, but he only slapped them open. He pressed the vibrator to her clit and a shuddering spark snaked between her pussy and her nipples. She lost. Her body betrayed her and spun into a forbidden orgasm. She was racked by convulsive waves of pleasure she couldn't control. She was vaguely aware of him cursing and putting down the vibrator. She lay limp, suffused with pleasure, but at the same time, she knew she'd disappointed him. Not disappointed him. Disobeyed him. She could see the anger in his face, and hear it in his words when he told her sharply that she'd have to be punished. He uncuffed her ankles and she watched him go to the wall and return with a leather strap. She was still half-floating as he lifted her legs in the air and held her ankles. But then—
Oh God! She screamed and kicked as the thick leather strap whipped full force against the back of her legs. When she caught her breath again, she started crying "No, no, no!"
Whap. The pain was excruciating, a stinging fire that spread from ass to thighs. She scissored her legs, trying to draw them down to protect herself, but he only leaned into them, pinning them back with a broad shoulder. Holding her immobile, he spanked her again and again. All desire and lust fled, replaced by a desperate survival instinct. " Ow , ow ! Ow ! " She squiggled her rear and yanked at the cuffs on her wrists, but he grabbed the chain between the clamps on her breasts and tugged until she capitulated and lay still. Another blow—punishing leather against her tender upper thighs and the sensitive skin just beneath her ass cheeks. She screamed and cried, but he was relentless. Finally he stopped, laying the strap against the steaming fire that was her ass.
"Are you allowed to come without permission?" he asked.
"No, Master," she almost screamed. She would say anything, anything to make the punishment stop. He yanked the chain again, causing a brutal pain in her nipples that was not at all erotic.
"Do you deserve to come whenever you wish?"
"No, Master!"
"Who controls your pussy? Who controls your body?"
"You do, Master! Always!" The last word was a gasp. She howled as he laid one more harsh blow across her bottom, and almost kicked him in the head. He released her to go hang up the strap while she lay with her legs flopping limp, crying. He returned and recuffed them.
"Stop that crying or I'll gag you."
She sucked in the sobs heaving in her chest and wished she could wipe the tears and snot running down her face. As soon as she could trust her voice again, she said, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry I displeased you. Thank you for punishing me."
"I hope you learned a lesson."
She hiccoughed and drew in a deep, bracing breath. "I did, Master. Thank you."
He leaned to wipe her face with a handful of tissues, while words of apology and thanks and pleading fell over each other in their rush to leave her mouth. He finally silenced her with a finger on her lips.
"Just show me that you've learned something. I know this might not seem important to you, but it is to me. I want you to want . I don't want you to achieve satisfaction. Not yet. Do you understand?"
She gazed at him, at the stern set of his brow and the intensity in his eyes. "Yes, Master. You want me to be frustrated and unsatisfied."
His eyes flickered, and the set of his mouth relaxed. "Yes. That's what I want." She heard the buzz again and a stray tear slid from the corner of her eye. She was miserable because she'd failed him, but even more miserable that the lessons had to continue. She was usually so good at everything, but this...
He lowered the vibrator directly onto her clit, buzzing higher this time. She was so miserable that the arousal didn't come at first. But he was patient, so patient. She squeezed her interior
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