I didn’t know what I was asking for. I shouldn’t have pushed him, but I did because I had to.
In a terrifying feat of strength, he flipped me over onto my back and the breath rushed out of my lungs in shock. I tried to kick him in the balls, but he moved far too quickly for my foot to meet its target. In seconds, he’d tied one of the ropes that held down the crate around one ankle. He tied the other one immediately after, ensuring he secured my other foot so that my legs were spread obscenely wide.
“Try to bring your thighs together. Try to block me from that wet little pussy,” he demanded, and I did. I tried so damn hard to bring my legs together, but he’d spread them so wide that I couldn’t. His knots were too tight and there wasn’t any way for me to break free. My pussy was very naked, very wet, and entirely too vulnerable right now. He stood over me and pressed his fingers between my thighs once more, exploring the rampant arousal gathered there. I whimpered and my hips twitched upward toward his touch.
I began to grow nervous. Would he hurt me? Would he fuck me here in front of every
one watching? Did I want him to?
For several long moments, he just teased my bared pussy. He slid his fingers up and down my moist flesh, taunting me with pleasure and soon I forgot my anger. Soon, the only thing that mattered was the throbbing clit between my legs, the unreleased pleasure building deep in my core and his fingers. Fuck. His fingers felt so good. I wasn’t prepared for that.
“Please,” I begged, unsure exactly what I was asking for. I wanted him to continue to touch me. I wanted to see if he could make me come. I wanted to experience my very first orgasm.
I was so ashamed of the thoughts running through my mind. I was incredibly thankful for the fact that no one else knew what I was thinking either.
“What do you want, little human?” Vane pressed as his palm moved over top of my pussy. He rubbed that broad surface on top of my clit, and I shuddered with unexpected desire. That had felt far better than I had expected, and I wanted him to do it again.
“I want to come,” I whispered, trying in vain to keep my voice low enough so that no one could hear me.
“Bad little girls with sassy little mouths don’t get to come until they’ve been given permission,” he replied, his tone dark and rather matter of fact.
His palm stilled on my pussy, cupping it gently for a moment and I reveled in the comforting feeling of that claiming touch. Then his palm left my skin and came crashing back down with a harshness that I couldn’t have prepared for even if I had known it was coming.
His hand cracked against the sensitive, tender flesh of my pussy and at once, I cried out in sudden terrible pain. Agony spread across my skin and I tried to fight the bonds that held me captive. Immediately, I tried to cover myself with my own hands, but his fingers captured my wrists and forced them over top of my head. I tried to push back against him, but he was too powerful. His strength far outmatched mine.
He spanked my pussy again. I keened as pain spread across my folds. The sound of his palm meeting my slit was embarrassingly wet and I squeezed my eyes shut in shame. His palm was ruthless as he slapped my pussy, again and again as I tried to escape the cruel pain. The ropes held tight as I tried to close my legs. I started to panic as he punished me and something strange happened. I felt myself beginning to give in.
I screamed. I cried but he never stopped. He spanked my little pussy until I was sure that it was bright red and then he spanked it some more. I thought he’d done his worst when he’d forced me on my belly over the crate and spanked me, but I’d been wrong. So terribly wrong and now my pussy was paying the price.
He paused for a moment and released my wrists.
“Keep those hands where they are or else, I’ll spank this naughty little pussy with my belt next. Understand?” he demanded, and I nodded desperately.
He slapped harder in between my legs.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I didn’t know what made me answer that way, but I didn’t focus on it. He smiled softly before spanking my pussy hard several times in a row as I cried out from the terrible sting.
He did something worse after that.
Using his hand, he spread my folds wide. With a single finger, he pulled back the hood from my clit and I stilled with terror. I knew what he was doing. He was exposing me completely. He intended to punish it directly instead of just punishing my pussy for my disobedience.
“Don’t!” I cried out. Desperately, I tried to maneuver myself off the crate, but the bonds held tight. Spread before him like this, I was exposed. Vulnerable. Powerless.
He didn’t listen. What I said didn’t matter. He’d decided I needed to be punished in the way he deemed necessary and nothing I said would change his mind.
“I’m going to spank this naughty little clit until there are tears streaking your pretty little cheeks. This naughty little pussy is going to learn what it means to disobey its master and when you finally break and beg for mercy, we’ll deal with that sassy little mouth,” he countered, and I quivered under his dark stare. I whimpered quietly, trying to cope with the throbbing ache between my legs. Fuck. It hurt.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. I tried to prepare myself for what he’d warned me of, but there was no way I could have readied myself to have my clit spanked by this beast of a man.
The first strike felt like agony. The next like my clit had burst into flames. I rocked back and forth, but with him spreading me like this, there was no escape. He spanked my clit again and again until I felt myself lose everything. Pain like nothing I’d ever experienced before washed over me. In its wake, I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter, despite how much it hurt. I cried. I screamed. I moaned.
My hips rocked from side to side, but his aim was always terrible and true.
He didn’t stop. He spanked my clit over and over until I could feel myself giving in. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling, but it was no use. One tear fell. Another followed. And another until I lost all semblance of control.
I began to cry. He only spanked my clit harder.
I begged and pleaded for him to stop. I promised obedience. I vowed to never be sassy with him again. I swore I would be the perfect little human for him if only he would stop.