“Aahh, fuck you! That hurts— oooww!”
“I suggest you spare your breath, kitten,” he pontificated. “This might take some time.”
Brock stopped talking then and continued with whacks that fell with ruthless precision all over her ass, thighs and finally ... her already swollen labia.
She shattered and screamed as her loins clenched. The coil that had been winding up inside her, snapped. Punishing slaps rained down on her loins, swamping her senses in a confluence of pleasure and pain that caused her to shudder uncontrollably.
“Please! I can’t breathe. Stop, you have to... ohhh, shit,” she moaned as she came again, and continued convulsing long after the echo of her cries died away.
“Hmm, beautiful, love,” Brock said as he pushed his finger under the scrap of lace to caress her labia, now sensitive and blazing from the stinging slaps. A whimper escaped her lips as she felt the familiar pressure building in her loins again.
Brock waited until she stopped trembling before he switched the magic wand on again, this time on a higher setting.
“Fuck! You can’t be serious,” Jordan moaned as her clit immediately began to pulse.
“You should know that I never back down from punishment, kitten. Your carelessness with your own safety warrants me to see this through, even if your screams threaten to deafen me.”
Jordan heard him open his toy bag and growled at him when he said colloquially, “Now for the very reliable calf’s leather flogger. Handmade by one of the best Cordwainers to achieve the maximum amount of sting with the least amount of effort.”
He gave her no further warning. Her scream slammed against the rafters as the first lash fell upon her inner thigh. She panted through the pain, trying to relax her muscles but found it difficult with the constant vibration against her clit. Meant to punish or to please, she didn’t know which anymore.
“Aah, I see you know how to take a proper lashing. It pleases me. It really does. Shall we see if you can hold out as long as you did the first time?”
“Fuucchk you,” she stammered.
“I generally don’t have an issue with cussing during a scene, as long as it isn’t directed at me. One more ‘fuck you’ and I’m adding a set of vibrating Ben Wah balls inside your ass to the mix.”
The tails of the flogger landed hard, causing a sharp sting across her buttocks to shoot the threatening pain up her spine into her brain. She hissed as the cattails landed with perfect aim in the center of her pussy. Her back curled, accompanied by a hoarse scream that preceded the climax that shattered the last of her control as her body pulsed with aching pleasure.
“Oh god... aahhh!”
And that set the pace for what felt like hours to Jordan where in fact it lasted forty minutes at the most. After every climax, Brock switched to another impact tool and methodically drove her to climax after climax until she was weak and shuddering uncontrollably on the spanking bench.
He was in awe of her. He’d expected her to safeword out long ago and yet she continued to abstain from uttering the word that would end her punishment. He rubbed her buttocks, comfortable with the knowledge that there would be no marks or bruises on her skin.
Jordan was covered in a sheen of sweat. She breathed in deep, broken gasps, “Mercy... I can’t... no more!” Her soft plea floated to him as he continued to stroke her thighs and pussy without pause.
“Such an eloquent plea, little one. If the circumstances were different I would concede but you seem to forget that there’s something I want from you. Until I have that...”
The magic wand buzzed to life again. She jerked against the restraints from the hard, thudding pulse that now vibrated against her clitoris.
“Please! No more ... uuuugh ... stop!” Jordan screamed as it felt like her loins were being twisted into a knot.
“Give me what I want, Jordan and it ends.”
She sobbed as her hands clenched and unclenched. With a shudder she gave in.
“I’m sorry I put myself in danger. I will take care in the future. My safety is your main concern and I will never disregard or disrespect the care you have for me and the protection you offer ever again. Please. Just stop!”
“Good girl,” he praised as he quickly loosened the knots and picked her up. She was too weak to protest and submitted to his touch as he settled with her on his lap in a secluded sofa of the aftercare area.
“Swallow.” He held a bottle of energy drink against her lips. She drank deeply, realizing for the first time how thirsty she was. “I’m proud of you. You took your punishment very well. Mostly, I’m proud that you realized why I am so upset. You are part of my life now, Jordan, and taking care of your safety is very important to me. You will never be negligent with it again, will you?”
She cupped his chin and urged him closer. “No Brock, I won’t,” she murmured as she brushed her lips against his.
With his arms around her and his hands gently caressing her stinging behind, she soon slipped away into the arms of Morpheus.
The smile upon her face was one of contentment and satisfaction.