Chapter 4 #5
Gently, he guided me over his thigh. My breasts pressed into the blanket beneath me and I spread my fingers out wide, nervous but excited at the same time. I turned my head, laid my cheek on the soft cloth, and waited.
His fingers grazed over my naked cheeks, his touch gentle and teasing but it only seemed to make me even more aware of the fact that I was about to be punished over his knees.
My pussy clenched tightly, and I could feel even more of my wetness trickling onto my inner thighs. I wondered if he could see it.
Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he guided my thighs with his fingers to open wider. His touch slid along my wetness and I cried out.
“Already soaking wet for me,” he said, and I shook with desire.
My core simmered with arousal. My heart beat heavy in my chest and I began to grow exceedingly warm. I knew I was turned on, but I hadn’t expected it to be this intense.
My legs quivered with need and then his palm settled on my bare backside. His broad hand almost covered one side of my ass and I squirmed nervously as I waited for the first slap. He squeezed my cheek roughly and I stilled, knowing that was what he expected of me.
I took a deep breath then, reveling in the simmering desire that threatened to consume me. I closed my eyes then and his palm left my skin. I lifted my ass in the air, just a little bit as I waited for him to begin my punishment.
His palm cracked down hard on the lower curve of my ass.
The sound of it echoed throughout the room and I cried out with trepidation.
The sting of the slap didn’t hit me until he’d spanked me a second time.
With a whimper, I struggled over his lap, but a firm hand descended onto my hip, holding me in place.
His hold was strong and no matter what I did, I knew that I wasn’t going to escape it.
He was going to spank me because he wanted to, and I was going to take it all.
He thrashed me slowly, each strike a deep thud that radiated throughout my body. It hurt at first, quite a bit and I struggled to take each one, but soon, the pain twisted into something different. Something far more pleasurable. My core throbbed with need. My skin buzzed with electricity.
And then he spanked me harder and that painful pleasure began to grow stronger.
My back arched, wanting to take his discipline even more than before.
My ass burned as he punished me, each smack harsher than the last. He left no spot unpunished, ensuring that even the backs of my thighs bore his mark.
It burned and I struggled to take it all. But I did. For him.
I struggled over his thighs, wiggling my ass back and forth and still he spanked me. I moaned and then he paused.
“Spread your thighs,” he demanded, and I obeyed. I spread my legs wider for him and his fingers ventured between my legs, discovering my shameful secret.
I was wet. Soaking wet.
“Such a wet little girl,” he murmured, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. His fingers spread out across my folds, his heated palm pressing against vulnerable flesh. His touch was like a brand of ownership and I loved it.
“I think there’s something else I’d like to spank tonight,” he said quietly, and I stilled. My pussy clenched as nervous energy crackled through my body. I hummed quietly as an involuntary wiggle raced down my spine.
His fingers swiftly left my pussy and cracked back down onto my wet flesh. I cried out; the harsh touch was unexpected but not entirely terrible. It stung at first, making me squeeze my eyes shut at its intensity, but as the ache spread out over my sensitive skin, my clit began to throb with need.
He did it again and I moaned loudly. The sound of his palm meeting my wet flesh was sordid. Wrong. But perfectly right.
I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. In fact, I liked it. A lot.
Then I spread my thighs wider and he paused, using his fingers to glide up and down my drenched folds before he settled onto my clit. With a single finger, he tapped my needy bud, once and then again. I shivered, feeling hot, desperate desire course through my body.
“Please, sir,” I begged. His palm returned to my pussy and he spanked me there again, this time much harder than before. With a shudder, I arched my back, feeling my pussy spasm with a delicious pleasure far more intense than I’d ever known.
I wanted to come so badly.
With both my bottom and my pussy burning, I was awash with sensation.
“Please,” I begged. I just wanted to come.
He pinched my clit then, hard and I cried out with dismay. I wriggled over his thighs, trying to escape his painful hold but it only made him squeeze my needy bud even tighter.
“I get to decide when this naughty little pussy receives pleasure,” he replied, and I whimpered over his knees.
“Yes, sir,” I finally whispered and then his fingers relaxed. My clit throbbed, both with pain and with rampant arousal then. I was even wetter than before, and I knew he could tell that I liked it when he handled me so roughly.
My thighs quivered with yearning as my passion spiraled in on itself, strengthening with every passing second. I moaned and pushed my ass up, arching my back and giving him full access to my body.
I felt him reach into his pocket then and I waited anxiously for what was to happen next.
“I got you a little present,” he began, and I shivered as his fingers started to edge past my pussy and up the cleft of my backside. He gathered my wetness on his fingers and ventured backward.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, little girl. Show me what else needs to be punished,” he demanded, and I whimpered, hot desire rushing through my veins. I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard.
“Don’t make me ask again, Cara,” he added, and I cried out softly in response.
I had no doubt that if I proved disobedient, he’d paddle me hard until I was sore, sobbing, and very sorry for not doing as he asked.
I needed to make myself heed his words. Tentatively, I reached back and spread my fingers across my bottom cheeks, feeling the heat that his palm had left on my punished skin.
With a soft whine, I very slowly pulled my ass apart, exposing my most shameful hole to his eyes.
“Such a pretty little hole,” he murmured, and I shivered with embarrassment. My pussy tightened with need and my inner walls fluttered with arousal. I wanted him to fuck me now. I wanted him to fuck me hard.
A cool metal object dragged along my pussy and I stilled.
“Sir?” I asked, a tight knot of anxiety billowing up from deep within my belly.
“It’s a tail, little one. For my pretty little pet.
” His voice was low, warm with something that made my chest ache.
“There’s a purple gemstone at the base, so every time I spread these naughty cheeks, I’ll see it there and know that you’re mine.
That your tight little bottom is full because I want it to be.
” He paused. “Because that’s what good pets do for their owners. They wear what they’re given.”
I shivered hotly over his lap, my face buried in the blanket.
Pet.
He’d called me his pet.
I waited for the outrage. The refusal. The trademark Cara “go fuck yourself” that had gotten me out of worse situations than this.
It didn’t come.
My fingers squeezed at my bottom cheeks, but I didn’t dare let go.
The metal plug slid along my wet folds and then he pushed it inside my pussy, coating it with my slickness before he dragged it back to my bottom hole. I stilled, nervous. I didn’t know how large the toy was or how much this was going to hurt but I continued holding myself open for him.
My pussy clenched tightly with nervous excitement.
The tip of the plug settled on top of my tight rim and he pressed down, slowly forcing the metal toy inside me. I cried out, my bottom hole burning hotly as he stretched me. I wanted to let go of my ass cheeks, to fight back against the intrusion of this hard metal toy but I didn’t dare.
The bulbous toy grew wider, stretching my tight hole more and more. When the widest part breached my bottom, a fiery burning pain ratcheted through my body and then it slowly receded. With one last push, the plug popped inside me.
I felt so full. The stiff, hard metal had warmed with my body and I tensed, feeling it deep inside me.
My inner walls fluttered, and my pussy tightened with anxious desire.
My asshole clenched just a little bit, exploring the feeling of having a plug inside me for the very first time.
The fur on the long fox tail brushed my bottom cheeks and the back of my thighs and I bit my lip.
I couldn’t stop my thighs from trembling. Overwhelming need washed over me, and I whimpered from its tremendous power. After several long seconds, I squirmed a little over his thighs, feeling the tail move just a little inside me.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked the way it felt. I liked that even though it was fully inside me, it hurt just a little bit. Even now, I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. I knew that I was wetter than ever.
“You’re going to wear this often for me, little pet. I think it will be a good reminder of who owns this delectable little body of yours,” he murmured, his fingers tracing over top of the extended portion of the plug. He pressed down on it softly and I cried out.
“Do you like having your little bottom full for me, Cara?” he asked, and I moaned with shame.
He was going to make me admit to my desires.
My face flushed hotly, and I was thankful that I could hide it in the blankets beneath me.
When I didn’t answer immediately, his fingers slipped between my legs and he pinched my clit hard.
“Yes, sir,” I cried out.
“Tell me. What exactly do you like, little pet?” he pressed, and I whined.