“I’m sorry, sir,” I wailed.
“I know, little girl,” he answered gently.
The belt continued to fall, lashing all over my bottom and then down my thighs. By the time he finally finished, there wasn’t a single inch of my backside that didn’t burn and still it wouldn’t stop. I squeezed my eyes shut as he laid the belt back down on the table. With intention, he pulled a plush rug in front of the bench.
“Climb off the bench, little kitten. Get down on your hands and knees in front of it,” he instructed. It was hard for me to obey, but I did as quickly as I could for fear of any further punishment. My bottom hole ached, and my pussy throbbed with exquisitely hot pain. I wasn’t sure if moving made it worse or if it was just the passage of time. All I knew was that it hurt, and it hurt a lot.
I felt close to tears and I attempted to take several deep breaths in an effort to quell the burst of emotion hurtling through me.
“Shhhh, my sweet little kitten,” he murmured as he took a bowl off the table and poured a small portion of milk into it. He knelt down next to me and placed it in front of me. “You will lap up your milk, kitten, and if you’re very good, your master will reward you with a second bowl of cream,” he continued.
He sat down in front of me on the bench. My entire body flooded with arousal as I watched him free his cock. He took it in his fingers, slowly stroking up and down as he stared back at me.
“Lap up your milk, kitten,” he demanded, and a shiver of desire twisted deep in my core. I leaned down so that my head was level with the shallow bowl he’d placed in front of me. Hesitating, I stuck my tongue out from between my lips. The cold milk tasted delicious and I did my best to lap it up. There wasn’t much of it in the bowl, so I took my time and lifted my eyes to watch him.
His cock was hard as he studied me. My pussy clenched hard and I whimpered as a blast of sensation burned through me. I couldn’t take my gaze off of him as his fingers moved up and down his cock and I found myself wishing that I could take all of him into my mouth rather than the milk he was making me drink instead.
I never stopped lapping up that milk though.
“Such a good little kitten,” he murmured.
My inner walls fluttered with need. He’d punished me in a completely different way than I had expected and even as my flesh simmered with terrible burning pain, there was another feeling brewing deep inside me. I wanted him and I wanted him badly.
“Keep lapping up your milk, kitten, and you’ll be rewarded,” he urged.
My body nearly boiled with arousal.
I kept my gaze level with his cock as my tongue lapped up the milk and when he took another bowl into his hands, I couldn’t look away as he stroked his cock even faster. A soft moan escaped my throat as I watched him, and a hot flash of desire hurtled through me once he groaned with his own pleasure. His cock throbbed and I licked my lips as he held the bowl in front of him. He stroked himself a bit more roughly and I hummed anxiously when the first spurt of his seed marked the bowl.
I understood.
He filled that bowl with his cum and when he was done, he leaned down and placed the bowl in front of me. I stared at his seed in the gray bowl and glanced back at him.
I squirmed, feeling myself flush with shame.
“You will lap up every last bit of your master’s cream with that naughty little tongue. You will lick up every last drop unless you want to spend the rest of the day wearing your bad girl tail,” he instructed, all while lazily strumming his fingers up and down his cock.
With a whimper, I leaned down, staring at his seed against the porcelain surface of the bowl. Tentatively, my tongue ventured forward and lapped up the first bit of his cum. The salty flavor was a bit jarring at first, but as I swallowed it down my throat, the soft tremor of need within me grew even stronger. I grew bolder as I lapped up more and more and when the bowl was finally clean, I almost hummed out loud with disappointment. I turned to him, moaning in quiet need as he tucked his cock away.
“Over my knee, kitten,” he demanded.
I moved to obey him, but my entire body felt a bit shaky. As if in a haze, I took his fingers in mine. He gradually pulled me forward and before I knew it, I was back over his knee. Gently, he grasped the tail, pumping it in and out of my bottom. I couldn’t help the way my hips rolled with pleasure, even as the ginger paste continued to burn and punish me from the inside out.
Carefully, he pulled the base of the tail from my body and I keened as a sharp pinch of agony hurtled through me because of it. He didn’t leave me to wallow in it and almost immediately, his fingers descended between my thighs. He found my clit and worried it incessantly, forcing the need that had been brewing just below the surface to a head.
I moaned and his fingers slipped inside my pussy. My inner walls clutched at his thick digits, taking everything he gave me and more. My bottom hole was so sore and the agonizing heat from the ginger paste still scalded my tender flesh. Everything mixed together into one intoxicating sensation and when his fingers started to flutter inside of me, I lost control.
He forced that orgasm from me. One finger continued to grind against my clit while the others claimed my pussy and I screamed through one brutally hard climax after the next. I broke on his fingers hard, drowning in the exquisite bliss of endless pain and pleasure. It ravaged me over and over as I lay naked over his lap.
The taste of his seed still on my tongue intensified my pleasure even further. I couldn’t stop that string of orgasms even if I wanted to and as each one ravaged through me, they obliterated me from within.
Agony.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Endless burning bliss.