For a minute, he was silent, and I just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around me.
“Now, you will ask for your master’s cock in your pretty little bottom, kitten,” he instructed, and I stiffened against him.
I couldn’t ask for something like that. It was far too shameful. I’d never be able to say the words without blushing and losing myself. No one had ever touched my bottom hole before him, and I was already quite sore from taking his finger there, as well as wearing the tail for this long already, and I shuddered hard as I thought about what it would feel like to take him there.
It had hurt to take him inside my pussy as well as my mouth. I had no doubt that it would be far more painful to take his cock in my bottom than anything else and I wasn’t ready for that.
“I won’t ask for that. I don’t want to have my bottom fucked,” I spat, unable to even look at him as the words left my lips.
He sighed and I sucked in an apprehensive breath. It was as if I could hear every ounce of his disappointment in that sigh. I’d made a mistake and it was that moment I realized that I was going to pay for it.
He moved off the chair and looked down at me with measured coolness. Gently, he grasped my hand and pulled me off the soft lounge. Without a word, he led me back to the bedroom, sat down on the loveseat in the small seating area, and pulled me over his knee.
“I told you that I wouldn’t remind you that you are to do as you’re told again, didn’t I, kitten?” he asked, while placing his palm on my bottom. Instinctually, I tightened around the tail inside me and I whimpered at the flash of soreness it caused.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“Yet you refused me again, didn’t you, my pet?” he questioned further.
“Yes, sir,” I replied nervously.
“What is going to happen now, kitten?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” I whined.
“You do know. What happens to bad little kittens who disobey their masters?”
I choked. I bit my lip and tried to stay silent. His fingers gripped the flesh of my bottom in warning and a soft hum of anxiety escaped my lips. I didn’t need an explanation of what was going to happen. He’d taken me over his knee and his palm against my bare cheek was more than enough for me to recognize what came next.
“Bad little kittens are punished, sir,” I whispered.
“That’s right, kitten. You’ve earned a hard spanking over my knee and it’s only going to end when you’re sore, sobbing, and you say the words I want to hear,” he said, his voice dark and seductive and far too enthralling for my liking. I couldn’t stop a tremor of desire from making my legs quake.
“Before your spanking starts, my pet, I want you to think about something. Your little bottom is going to get fucked tonight whether you like it or not. The only thing up to you now is how much it’s going to hurt,” he scolded me, and he squeezed each side of my ass hard enough to make me cry out from the dreadful sting.
“You don’t have to do this,” I squeaked. I knew what I said didn’t matter, but I couldn’t help myself.
“I had planned on being gentle with you the first time I took that tight little virgin hole, naughty girl, but I can see now that’s not what you need. You need it rough and more than anything else, you need it to hurt,” he said firmly and then he moved my tail out of the way.
“You tell me that I don’t have to punish you, but even now I can see your wetness glistening on those pretty thighs,” he continued. “You can’t hide from me, kitten. I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. I hated that his cruelty made my pussy clench. I didn’t want this, but with every single word, my body betrayed me. My nipples pebbled into tight little peaks. My pussy clenched with desire. I was insanely wet and there was nothing I could do to hide any of it. Not from him and not like this.
“Lift your bottom for me and ask your master to spank you. If I have to tell you twice, your spanking will be with my wooden paddle instead,” he demanded.
“A paddle?” I breathed, unable to stop myself.
“Yes, kitten. You’ve already earned a hard spanking. If I have to paddle your naughty bottom tonight, it will be hard enough to make sure that you won’t sit comfortably tomorrow. I promise you that it will hurt. A lot,” he warned me.
I was too nervous at his threat to do anything other than obey him. Tentatively, I arched my back, lifting my bottom for him as much as I could. His palm grazed over top of my sensitive skin and a prickle of electric anxiety raced just beneath it.
“Please spank me, Master,” I whispered. I could hardly hear the sound of my own voice over my shame. I was appalled that the words had even left my lips, but it was already too late. I’d said them and now what I’d asked for was really going to happen.
Just when I thought I knew how much his palm was going to hurt, he made it hurt more. He didn’t start spanking slow or soft. His palm bit into my right cheek with enough force to make me squeak in surprise, but that was only the beginning. His palm lit a fire into my backside that left me reeling from the start. My bottom clenched, trying to protect against the ruthless punishment, which only made my asshole even more sore as it tightened around the metal plug of my tail. Even when I tried to relax, I found my muscles tensing of their own accord anyway.
His palm branded my backside, spanking me so much more firmly than he ever had before and the only thing I had the ability to focus on was how much it hurt. He was thorough, punishing from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He didn’t stop when my gasps of shock turned into cries of pain. He didn’t stop when my breathing hitched in the back of my throat or when I started pleading for mercy.
None of that even made him pause, not even for a second. If anything, it only made him punish me even harder. I squirmed and cried over his lap. I begged for him to stop. I told him I was sorry, but nothing seemed to make it end.