"Never, Master! You never would embarrass me. I don't know what my punishment should be, Master." Our eyes locked and I know a look of puzzlement had crossed my face and a horrible thought occurred to me. "You don't mean…" I whispered.
Master's voice startled me from my thoughts. "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers. Don't you dare lower your hands until I say so. Good. Now spread your legs." He moved his foot between my knees as I hastened to comply with his commands. I well remembered the consequences of disobedience, even of delay. "Wider," he said as I knelt in front of him, my heat just inches off the floor, naked, vulnerable, open and trembling with fear and with desire.
I knew that, between my gaping thighs, my moistness betrayed my true feelings about my punishment. I could, in my shame, feel the small trickle of dampness slowly creep down the soft flesh of my inner thigh.
I could smell the faint, but distinctive, odor of my arousal and I closed my eyes. I was mortified when I felt his index finger touch that trickle of dampness and he simply stated, "You love this, you know".
I blushed furiously at his truthful declaration, then gasped as that index finger slowly, tantalizingly moved further up my quivering flesh. When it reached my engorged, open and soaking wet pussy lips, it lovingly traced the outline of the outer folds of skin. Struggling to obey his earlier injunction to keep my legs wide apart, I shuddered with soaring lust. When his finger touched my clit, roughly rubbing it back and forth in my juices, I moaned deeply in my throat, almost a cat-like growl, and began to shake uncontrollably. My breath quickened and became shallower. My hips thrust forward, trying shamelessly to impale itself on the intruding finger. I groaned with frustration as he ceased touching of my most intimate places.
Master stopped abruptly and sat back in his chair. "Lay across my lap, Baby." I moved as if in a trace, my body lethargic from the heat in my core. Moving to lie cross his lap with my (what you had loving called creamy white) buttocks in the air, he ran his hands over both cheeks and pressed me down harder on his waiting thighs. My nipples hardened on contact with his rough wool pants. Tiny tremors shook my body.
Smack! His hand rejoined my bare bottom on the right cheek, smack in the middle at the fleshiest and most sensitive portion. I shrieked with surprise and sudden, agony. My shriek was cut short by a rapid succession of very hard, well-placed blows.
As the pain in my tortured bottom bloomed like a solar flare, I struggled with all my strength, trying to free myself, trying to flee from my just deserts. My muscles tensed as I strained against his hold on my arm and across my knees. The solidity of his strength mocked my puny efforts and his hand continued its inexorable rise and fall against my bare bottom. The pain continued to blossom and grow with each smack until my bottom was a seething mass of raw, pulsating nerve-endings, each transmitting its horrible message of pain to my brain. My whole consciousness was concentrated on my bottom, my poor, naked, martyred keester. I gave in to the inevitable, resigned myself to my fate and burst into heartrending sobs. His hand continued its work. Finally, after I was near hysteria from the pain and the overwhelming feelings of helplessness, he stopped. In fact, it had stopped some time before that fact registered in my consciousness. I first realized it had stopped when I felt his hard, rough hand against my swollen bottom, rubbing it gently.
Slowly, as my sobbing subsided, I felt the furnace-like heat increasing again in my pussy. I unconsciously parted my thighs and begin to thrust up my hips and bottom to increase the pressure of his touch. This strengthened touch increased the pain in my bottom while inflaming the lust in my pussy. I felt his hand slip off my buttocks and insinuate itself between my slightly parted thighs, pushing them further apart. Gasping, I opened my thighs widely, thrusting my pussy against his hand and breathed a long, shuddering, "Yeeeessss! Please!"
Master found my vagina totally open to his fingers. It was sopping wet, and as scorched as an open flame. My pussy seemed to suck his fingers into it as if it had a life of its own. My hips were bucking and pumping furiously against his hand, desperate with need. I pushed his thumb deeply inside of me as he grasped my clit between two of his fingertips and moved it back and forth like a toy joy-button.
I shrieked again begging to be allowed to cum. "Yes, Baby, cum for me." I let out a low moan, this time with unbridled pleasure and lust as I began to climax, a long, deep, profound orgasm, which momentarily, allowed me to forget the pain and humiliation I had just endured. "I love you," he said, "that's why I must punish you this way when you need it."
CHAPTER 2
As I spiraled down to earth the pain and humiliation of the spanking again flared in my mind and body. His thumb had stopped its relentless assault but remained in me. I felt my vagina continue to contract and expand around it, wet and hot.
"Baby, a repeat of tonight’s fiasco will not happen again, will it?"
Sniffling through tears of pain and pleasure, my buttocks throbbing. "No, Master, it won't."
"Good. Now get up and head for the shower. Make sure you clean every nook and cranny." Smack. Again the pain flashed and moved down and out. My breath caught in my throat in a moan. "Move it, and tell Kitten I wish to see her now."
Jumping up and moving toward the door on rubbery legs, I again heard your voice call to me. "Stop, Baby, aren’t you forgetting something?"
I turned back to look into his eyes and said, "Thank you, Master".
"Good girl, now off with you."
Kitten was kneeling outside the door, her big blue eyes the size of saucers. I felt my face heat up. She had heard all that had happened. I knew she was worried but I couldn't comfort her. "Master is waiting, Kitten," I said as I moved down the hall to the bathroom. Looking back as she closed the door, I notice her bottom lip trembling.
I went inside and closed the door, pressing my back and butt to the cool smooth surface. It quickly sent a chill coursing from my ass and shoulders. Resting there, I could vaguely hear the slaps on Kitten's buttocks, wrenching at each moment of impact. I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could feel myself being lifted away again. Shaking my head to bring me back to the present, I roughly pushed away from the door. The cold tiles curled my toes.
Starting the water and checking it, I turned on the jets. I slid behind the clear curtain and stood perfectly still, letting the water rush over my burning body. Slowly, I reached for the soap and washcloth and applied both to my breast. I felt little rivulets of water searing down my back and buttocks, then felt the cooling after effects. I let out a low moan, blinking back the feelings rising within me. I lowered the cloth to my pussy and gently stroked it up and down working up a good lather.
As I stroked my pussy, I thought about his hands on me, in me, all over me. The jets were doing a steady pitter-patter on my nipples, sending tiny pinpoints of sensation darting through my breast. My ass was still throbbing with the beat of my heart which steadily increased in speed.
Instinctively, I reach for the showerhead and brought it to my well-creamed mound, rinsing it off, hold the lips apart so the water pounded on my clit. The exposure to my heat from the pulsating jet ignited a slow burn in my core. I was starting to drift off into the moment. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of joy that was starting to wash over me.
"Baby, what are you doing?" My eyes flew open and there he stood. I could see him clearly through the curtain, hands on hips, legs braced and eyes that penetrated straight to my soul.
The showerhead started to fall from my trembling hand. Gasping for air, I tried to speak clearly. "I was washing, Master".
"Were you baby? Looks like your fingers are where they're not supposed to be and you thought to cum without me. Tsk tsk, you know the rules baby, only the cloth or I am allowed to touch you there. Well, you have started, continue, cum for me baby."