“Yes, sir,” I finally whispered, nervously clenching my backside as I remembered the feeling of his cruel palm. My thighs were still sore from it and it made my pussy tighten with even more traitorous arousal as I recalled the image of myself over the stool with his palm painting my ass red.
“Your bottom is not going to be the only place that I plan to punish tonight, my naughty pet,” he said, and his fingers gripped the neckline of my dress a little tighter. Without a word, he jerked his hand forward and the terrible sound of ripping fabric filled the air. He tore the designer dress straight down to my waist, exposing my belly and my matching pink bra all in one smooth motion.
“That was expensive!” I exclaimed, horrified that he’d destroyed the clothing that the music hall had provided for me. I didn’t know if they expected me to return it and I would never be able to give it back now. The dress was utterly ruined.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he answered nonchalantly, as if it was that easy.
“I don’t know if there is another like it. It may not be replaceable,” I whimpered.
“Then I will buy you enough to fill your whole closet. Of course, you won’t be allowed to wear any of them unless I grant you the privilege of clothing, but that’s something we will talk about another time,” he replied.
I gasped in shock and attempted to pull my wrists from his fingers, but it didn’t do any good. His hands held onto mine like a vise, not allowing me to escape. His feet pressed against the insides of mine, forcing me to spread my legs and press my back against the wall in order to stabilize myself. He jerked me toward him, reaching behind my back and swiftly unclipping my bra. Callously, he gripped the connector between my breasts and tore it away from my body, tossing it aside as if it was just another cheap piece of clothing. I watched as it bounced off the floor and when I lifted my gaze back to face him, I inhaled quietly in fear at the darkness I saw staring back at me.
I quivered, well aware of the fact that my breasts were now entirely bare. It was also very clear to me that my nipples were incredibly hard as a result.
He used one hand to gently caress my left breast, tracing his rough fingertips along the bottom curve of it before he used the seat of his palm to graze over top of my nipple. I sighed softly in pleasure, pressing a bit harder into his touch. This felt good. I could do this.
With purpose, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I stilled, watching him warily as he gently caressed it with his fingertips. At first, he rolled it side to side, teasing me with his tender touch and I allowed myself to enjoy it. He didn’t remain gentle for very long before he pinched it roughly, pulling my breast out by my nipple and I cried at as an unexpected surge of pain radiated across my chest.
“I’m going to spank these perfect breasts of yours bright red. It’s going to hurt and you’re going to scream, especially when I punish your pretty little nipples as hard as I spanked your bare little bottom, my naughty pet. It’s not going to end there either. I want you to think about how much more is going to come after that. So many possibilities, kitten. So much time to properly punish a woman like you,” he said darkly. His tone was incredibly firm, and it felt like my stomach did a somersault deep inside me at the sound of it.
Almost as a preview of what came next, he pulled on my nipple even more fiercely and a strangled cry escaped my lips. Piercing agony diffused across my breast and when he finally released my tender flesh, the pain intensified to something even greater than I thought possible. For a few seconds, I found it difficult to breathe, and when I finally managed to pull a deep gulp of air into my lungs, he spanked my breast. Hard.
For a long moment, I forgot how to do anything but feel pain. Time seemed to slow as agony like nothing I’d ever felt spread across my left breast. A soft desperate cry escaped my lips and then the rest of my body finally started to respond.
My shoulders rounded and my entire torso caved inward as I pressed my back against the wall. I tried to turn away from him, but there was only so much leeway in the way he had me pinned with my arms high overhead and my legs spread. I twisted my chest, but his palm smacked at my breast again and the air rushed out of my lungs in a harsh gasp.
Fuck.
That hurt. A whole fucking lot.
I tried to breathe through the pain, but there was nothing else but the scalding hot sting of his palm. Another spank fell, and it was far worse than the first ones because now I knew what was coming. A harsh cry surrounded me, and it took me some time to realize that I was the one making that terrible sound. It made a rush of electricity race up and down my spine. My thighs trembled with fear.
I’d underestimated him in thinking I’d be able to push back and end whatever this was.
I was wrong and he was only just beginning to show me how wrong.
He thoroughly spanked my breasts, making sure he turned the entirety of them bright pink. I watched him slap them several times, staring in wonder as his hand left a white imprint on my skin at first, which quickly turned pink after that. My breasts jiggled shamefully every time he spanked them, and an embarrassed flush crept over my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to take what he gave me gracefully, but failing entirely.
Oh, God. Please.
“Wait!” I cried out, hoping he would stop. He didn’t. I should have known better.
I didn’t know how to cope with the intense agony because it only seemed to build on itself. Soon, it felt as if my breasts were on fire and no matter how I turned from side to side in an effort to avoid his painful strikes, I couldn’t. Not even once. His aim was true every time and when he began to spank my nipples, I finally broke and started to beg.
“Please, stop. I’ll take off what’s left of my dress. Please,” I pleaded, but his fingers continued to punish my nipples anyway. He paused to pinch each one with his cruel fingers, pulling and twisting them away from my body and causing concentrated agony to blossom across my chest with wild abandon. He punished each nipple that way until they were throbbing and sore, but still he wasn’t done with me.
I never stopped begging, even though at this point it was more than clear that it wasn’t doing anything to stop him.
With my hands pinned far over my head and my legs spread wide, I was forced to arch my back almost in a way that presented my breasts to him for punishment. He spanked each nipple three times in quick succession and I keened as I struggled to take what he gave me.
Finally, he paused and admired his handiwork, tracing his fingers across my breasts. I whimpered and my chest heaved as I struggled to breathe more normally. He squeezed my breast, scratching his fingers along my punished flesh, which only made it hurt even more.
“This punishment isn’t going to end when you beg, my pet. It’s only going to end when you’re a very sore and sorry little kitten. Do you know who gets to decide that?” he chided me, and my stomach dropped straight down to my toes.
“You, sir,” I answered pitifully.
“That’s correct, my little pet,” he replied.