“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I wiggled my hips over his knee, and he ruthlessly punished the lower curves of my cheeks hard enough so that I knew sitting would be painful for a good long while. He spanked all over my bottom and my thighs hard enough that I began to wonder if I was going to cry. Just when my breathing hitched in the back of my throat though, he paused and traced his palm over my scalded backside.
“Do you want to know something, kitten?” he asked as he pitched me forward and removed his leg from the backs of mine. He forcibly opened my legs, just leaving his fingers against my inner thighs.
“What it is, sir?” I asked.
“Your entire backside is bright red, and you are so wet that your arousal is glistening on your pretty thighs,” he observed, and I whimpered with shame. “This wet little pussy is why I’m being so harsh with you, kitten. You need this.”
My inner walls fluttere
d with excitement as he spread my bottom cheeks. He grasped the end of the small plug and pulled it just a little bit. He pumped it in and out of me several times and I moaned embarrassingly loud with open desire. Eventually, he pulled it out and my bottom felt mortifyingly empty.
He leaned over and grabbed something on the bed. I didn’t see what it was, but when the hard metal surface started to glide over my wetness and gently fuck my pussy, I realized that it was the next sized plug. It wasn’t much longer before the tip of it pressed against my bottom hole.
“This is going to hurt, kitten,” he warned.
I hardly hard any time to react before he shoved it roughly inside my asshole. A fresh wave of agonizing pain poured over me, hot and endless and unyielding. For several seconds, the only thing I could feel was that terrible ache before it eventually faded into a gentle never-ending simmer.
He tapped the base of it with his finger.
“I’m looking forward to replacing this with my cock next,” he mused, and my desire nearly imploded inside me.
“Will that hurt too?” I asked shakily.
“Yes, kitten,” he answered simply.
“Will I enjoy it?” I pressed nervously.
“Yes, kitten. You will enjoy it very much. I’m going to make sure of it,” he added. His hand returned between my legs, gently teasing my clit and I whined softly.
“Please, may I come?” I asked.
“Not yet, sweet bride. You will be allowed to orgasm only after my cock is buried inside your virgin bottom hole,” he replied, and I shivered with savage arousal. My burning backside throbbed, but the only thing I wanted was to ride his cock.
For a few minutes, I lay over his knee as his fingers traced over my skin. He explored every inch of my backside, his touch soothing across my punished flesh.
“Come now. It’s time,” he said softly, and I knew the hardest part was yet to come. He was gentle as he helped me climb to my feet. I stood beside him as he piled a few pillows in the center of the bed. When he was done, he didn’t need to tell me what to do. I just did it. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed and placed my hips over the pillows, presenting my well-spanked bottom to him for further punishment. My bottom hole throbbed from the plug, and he took a long moment to admire the sight of my vulnerable bottom on complete display.
“Oh, kitten. You’re so very beautiful,” he murmured, and I blushed, not expecting his kind words right before he was about to whip my bottom with the belt I’d given him. I watched him anxiously as he reached for it, and I tensed as soon as he laid it across my bare flesh.
“You are to keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back, I will have to bind them, and I’ll start your punishment all over again. Do you understand, kitten?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered nervously. I folded my fingers together and hid them beneath my chest, hoping that would be enough to remind me to follow his instructions. He placed one hand on the small of my back and I breathed deeply, trying to do anything to quell my nerves.
“I love you, kitten,” he said fiercely. He grabbed my chin roughly and captured my lips in an explosive kiss that made my head spin. As he pulled away, I struggled to calm the hammering of my heart.
The first lash of the belt was harsh, and I sucked in a heated breath. Unlike the spanking over his knee, he didn’t rush to strike me a second time. He waited and let the first one really sink in. The crack of his palm against my backside had been louder, but as the seconds passed, the stinging burn from the belt blazed that much hotter.
When the second one eventually lashed my backside, the air rushed out of my lungs. I tried to close my lips in order to keep quiet, but it was useless because he quickly followed with a third and I cried out at the sudden terrible pain.
“Oh, please!” I pleaded and that’s when my belting truly began. He whipped me hard and fast, ensuring to thrash every square inch of my bottom and even down the backs of my thighs.
At once, my world was consumed by the belt and my backside. Nothing else mattered but the constant stinging lash whipping me.
Reminding me that I needed this.
Reminding me that I needed him.
Teaching me that I was his in the most complete visceral way I could ever imagine.