I stand at the foot of the bed shaking with anticipation. Moments later I peel my clothes off and bend over the side of the bed. My skin is sticky with sweat and my mind is cloudy with crazed desire. The first strike comes hard, followed by a flurry of strikes with the crop that turn my entire bottom into a nice shade of pink. Once my skin is evenly marked from the crop you switch to the belt, having me rise, stand and face you to remove your belt myself. After I kiss the belt and ask for you to use it on me you have me bend back over to take the belt. The bite of the belt goes deep into my muscle. It doesn’t take long to get me squirming about, not too happy to sit still. I start to cry out at the harder hits but do my best to keep myself together and take my punishment like a good girl. One good swing, that I know left a bruise, has me drop to my knee. You tell me to get up, I am able to recover quickly this time and you give me another just as hard in the same spot. I scream and drop again. You tell me to get up again, this time I am slower to recover. Bent over again you deliver a third back breaking blow in the exact same spot. I scream and use both my hands to cover my back side. Rather than getting mad you let me whine for a moment and tell me to get up and walk about for a moment. I jump up and skip to the mirror to get a view of my back end so far. Once I get a good look I go right back over give myself one really good rub and I bend back over. I don’t want to take time to recover I want to take my punishment like a good girl so that I can feel like I’ve done what I need to do to be forgiven for my bad behavior. Even if I am never given a reason for being punished I will know, I will feel it. A second after I bend over you cuff my hands behind my back and tell me to stay still. I say yes sir and get my knees under myself so I don’t try to drop. This time you start with your hand. Hot and heavy, your hand smacks my skin so hard my head spins.
Your fingers are so long your hand reaches from the bottom of my back to the soft tender skin on the back of my leg. My spine starts to arch and my legs spread as each time I feel your hot flesh touch mine I get more and more turned on. Then you shove two large fingers deep in my cunt. This time my scream turns into a deep moan. I spread my legs wide as you finger me till I almost cum, but then you twist your hand and smack my dripping lips hard, three times. I quickly close my legs and cry out in pain. I am so turned on I am trembling and moaning uncontrollably. You then grab the cane and start to swing. This time I want to take as many as you can give me. As many as you want to give me or as many as you think I can take, either way I will not use my safe word. One strike in and I scream. Second one and I squirm. Third has me bouncing all around trying to avoid any more. You remind me that my safe words are available if I need them. The reminder makes me want to push your button so I say, “You have to make me want to use them first.” You grab the cuffs in one hand and pull up so I can’t squirm without hurting myself. With the other you use the cane to assault my ass without mercy. I scream and squeal until my throat hurts. Suddenly you drop my arms and unhook my cuffs. Not remove them, just allowing me to move my arms. My breath is short and choppy as I take in the assault. A few moments later you are beside me on the bed with your pants down. The sight nearly makes me crazy as I slide to my knees and hold my mouth open excited to finally use my new tongue piercing. I get over excited and start to bounce on my knees not caring how bad it hurts the bruises I’ve recently aquired. I use both hands to grip your hard, throbbing cock and begin to stroke it as my mouth waters with excitement. My tongue starts at the base following that vein underneath all the way to the tip. Then I trace all around the head with the tip of my tongue getting it all wet.
I hear you moan and I take you down my throat once, twice, three times then I hold my head down until I gag on you. I don’t come close to retching anything up but I love the feeling of choking on you as my entire body pulses, desperate to please you and be pleased by you. My entire body rocks back and forth as I eat your shaft loudly slurping up the extra saliva as I go. I drop my face down to lick your balls as my hands work the shaft. I swallow all the dripping spit and clean your balls with my tongue before bringing my face back up to feel your member down my throat. I rock on you rhythmically as I enjoy the pain on my ass and the taste of your skin. I start to moan as I feel myself get wet from thinking about you using me. You growl and grip my hair in your hands pulling my head off of you. Suddenly I’m on my back on the bed as you lick between my legs. It takes only moments for me to burst on your face, body losing all control as I spasm in a strong orgasm. That gets me a reward of three hard smacks between the legs. I thank you for each one in turn. Then you go back to licking and sucking and fingering my tight wet slit as if it’s the last you’ll ever get to touch. I squirm and moan and squeal and squirt all over. As soon as I start to squirt your push even harder, pounding into me so hard I know I will feel it for days. When I am all out of juice you take a moment to walk around while I lay there and try to recover my breath. As I stop paying attention you stack pillows on the bed. When everything is in place you offer me water and ask how I am. I reply with a grand smile and explain my bliss. You seem pleased with my response, which makes me even more happy. Then you tell me to lay across the pillows to finish today’s punishment. I get across the pillows and feel my sore, wet, exposed backside take the air first. Just the air stings right now. The belt cuts into me. My voice breaks as I squeal.
You tell me we are only beginning and you expect me to take it well. My heart drops with that fear of not knowing how far it will go, but knowing very well it will hurt. You swing again and pause. “Tell me you deserve it. Tell me why you need this spanking right now.” I can’t help but to get wet at the question and my body shows it obviously in the arch of my back and the immediate spread of my legs as I expose myself to you. I can only think of one reason easily “I’ve had such a bad attitude! I need an attitude adjustment. I need you to teach me why I shouldn’t be a brat. It just seems so much more fun to get in the way than to help.” You think for just a moment then swing your belt a few more times. “Are you going to be a good girl and take your spanking? You squirm so much, it’s annoyingly disobedient.” Looking in front of me there is nothing to bury my face into so I do my best to ground every part of my body that I can. Staying still is the most difficult thing to me. “Yes sir, I’ll be good… as soon as you teach me to listen.” The last part slipped off my tongue so fast I couldn’t think about it to stop myself from saying it. With one hand you hold my back in place, with the other you swing the belt hard and fast against my bottom and my legs. After a few minutes of consistent direct impact you lean in close to my face, making me look into your eyes. “You know to listen to me. You do not need me to teach you that. Do you understand?” The statement is crystal clear and completely puts me in my place. “Yes sir.” I say, sniffling. “You do not smart mouth me, period. Do you understand me, little girl?” I reply, “Yes sir.” You pause allowing my suspense to grow. “Let me make sure you understand.” Once again my hands are cuffed behind my back as my face presses against the bed and my toes curl. The cane is what I feel next. Each strike has me kicking and screaming, until eventually I sink my face into the bed and let out an agonized wail. The tears spill.
I still try to hold them back but after a while you go back to the belt and keep a steady pace with it for what seems like forever. My arse and legs are on fire and I am certain I will not enjoy this ride home as much as I enjoyed the ride after my last spanking. This time I will feel like I should do better to never have to be punished that severely again. At the same time I will always look for reasons to take beatings like that as often as possible. When you are satisfied with your work on my flesh you take a few moments to position me properly so you can get the crease between my bottom and legs and you start to smack each cheek with your hand back and forth. I eventually break to say “Please, please have mercy.” I have not begged yet up to this point but now I want so badly to hear the words ‘Good girl.’ My begging does nothing but make you laugh and remind me that I have safe words if I need them. I consider my safe words as the assault continues in a steady rhythm. At some point your leg wedged itself under my hip, so I am now over your knee, your left arm holds my top half still and your right leg holds mine down with ease so I cannot fight the punishment. The fight in me dies quickly in this position and my body slumps over to accept the attack without complaint. Only able to cry. I am finally where I want wanted to be for so long. I feel so happy in this moment like I am floating. The pain the fear the anticipation the pleasure the bliss the intensity its all in this moment, everything is in and for this moment right here. At some point the smacks turned into gentle rubs. I cry into the bed because it hurts. I cry because I am safe and allowed to. I cry because it also feels so good. It doesn’t take long for my tears to subside but as soon as they do you bend me back over the side of the bed and take what you want. I feel you hard shaft split me open and start to pump inside my body hot and strong.
You grab my, now sore, arms and tug my body against yours harder, harder. You decide to finish inside me, and I explode with you making for a glorious moment as our bodies became one. We both take a few moments in the bathroom to clean ourselves before crawling back into the bed this time to lay down and relax together. I fall asleep there on your chest. Exhausted from the fabulous punishment. Although the bruises have not even set, on my skin or in my muscles, I am already thinking about how to push further next time! I drift off exploring new ideas in my dreams.
