“Be still,” he warned, spanking me harder as punishment.
I braced myself against the bench and cried behind the gag, knowing there would be no lessening, no stopping until he was done. At last, the sharp cracks of the paddle died out in the quiet dungeon. I went limp against the platform, and watched a stream of drool drip from the gag down to the floor beneath me.
“I know it hurts,” he said, squeezing my ass cheeks. “That’s the only way you’ll learn. That’s the only way you’ll do better.”
I moaned in agreement, wondering what would be next. It turned out to be a strap, a narrow, supple piece of leather he used on me a lot. Again, he punished my hurting bottom and then the sensitive skin at the apex of my thighs. I imagine he gave me fifty more. It felt like a thousand and I started bawling.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said, unmoved. “As wide as they’ll go.”
When I complied, he used the strap on my inner thighs. I screeched behind the gag, grateful now that he’d put it on me, because I didn’t think I would have been able to hold back the words screaming in my head. Stop, stop. Oh my fucking God in heaven, stop torturing me.
By the time he put the strap away, my entire backside and upper legs were on fire. The butt plug was an afterthought. It still didn’t feel good, but it felt better than having my ass paddled and my inner thighs strapped until they burned. I prayed the punishment was over, but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be that lucky.
I watched him as he came around to release my wrists, but he didn’t meet my gaze. Instead he chained my manacles back together and twisted the metal links in his fist. I was forced up off the bench and walked over to the ladder rack affixed to the wall. I felt the heavy plug in my ass with each step. He made me stand with my back against the rack while he attached my wrists high over my head. My breasts were forced forward and I had to stand on the balls of my feet.
I watched him cross to the chests of implements and return with a crop and a clear Lucite cane. Oh shit, oh shit. While my throbbing ass bumped against the rack’s bars, he flicked my breasts with the crop. I threw my head back for a moment, breaking eye contact, but there was no way to escape. The tip of the crop connected with my nipples over and over, sharp bites of pain on my most sensitive, delicate skin. At least he’s not using clamps, I thought miserably, but then I thought, those will be next, when my nipples are already hurt.
I returned my gaze to his face because I was supposed to keep my attention on him in the dungeon, whether he was giving me agony or bliss. This was agony. His eyes were hard and intent. He didn’t miss a nipple once. When they felt painful enough to fall off, he put down the crop and picked up the cane. I glanced warily at the thin, whippy tool, then returned my eyes to his face.
I got five cane strokes against the fronts of my thighs, while I screamed and jerked and danced on my faltering toes. Every time he hit me, it felt like he was slicing me open. By the end of the cane strokes I was so frantic and clenched up that the plug felt huge in my ass again.
I caught his gaze and pleaded with my eyes. Please, please, I’m sorry I failed you. I’ll do better. This hurts so much. Tears streamed down my face. He stared at me, stern as ever. “I could be harder on you, you know,” he said. “I could tear you up, but I won’t, because I love you.”
That made me cry harder. He ran fingers through my tears, smearing them in with my drool. “Cry all you want,” he said gently. “I won’t let you get away.”
* * * * *
She was fucking poetry.
Chere was poetry in my dungeon, fixed to my bondage rack. I sighed, then leaned down and kissed her cheek, tasting her tears.
“We’re not done yet,” I said, massaging her reddened nipples. “I’m going to fuck your ass now. Hard. I’m going to punish you with my cock.”
She gave me a sad, pleading look, but she knew I’d stick to my plan. I released her arms and took her over to the toy chests. I opened the drawer with all the nipple clamps and let her take a good look. Today, she was getting awful ones. I toyed with her nipples, enjoying her gasping and flinching. I took out a pair of heavy black clover clamps that would tug like hell when I bent her over and subjected her to a rough assfucking.