A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... volley of sharp strikes, varying the amount of pain in each blow.

"Is 'Roxanne' ready for her pussy spanking?"

"Oooooo!"

She squeezes her thighs together defensively, which is ridiculous because self defense is impossible when you're face down, handcuffed, with a hook in your you-know-what. I push her thighs apart.

"We gotta teach Roxanne a lesson, remember?"

She whines defeatedly. I prod her vulva with the switch somewhat experimentally. Her knees falter momentarily, but the hook keeps her body in position.

"Cherie, open your legs," I order.

She reluctantly obeys.

I strike her again. She whines; of course it's painful. But she keeps her thighs apart as instructed, forcing herself to obey. But if you're waiting for me to just start wailing on her, you're got the wrong idea. I don't treat her like that. I give her a chance to experience the full profile of each blow, from the initial sting of impact through the lingering burn. I give her pussy over a dozen blows, some of which are quite sharp, and she squeals and whines into her gag. It actually hurts to do this to her, because I feel her pain. But this is about a lot more than mere pleasure at this point.

I begin to pepper her thighs and buttocks with the switch again, using short quick sharp strokes. Some of them hit her pussy, eliciting a series of pained wails. She's not very brave, nor do I want her to be.

Eventually I stop. I'm not sure if I'm done yet or not, so I quietly look her over. ...

... She's holding steady, and her legs and pussy are streaked with red, though not welted. She waits patiently, her vagina swollen with arousal. I reach out and grab right between her legs. She flinches, but after a second she lets her muscles relax and surrenders to me. I spread her pussy lips apart and gaze at her pink interior, beholding what is mine. After a moment, I slip one finger inside, gingerly pleasuring her. She thrusts her pelvis against my fingers hungrily, and inhales sharply as my touch becomes increasingly aggressive. My fingers delve deeper inside her, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. Then with my free hand, I pepper her buttocks with quick sharp rhythmic blows. After a moment I toss the switch aside, to focus fully on her pleasure. She gyrates her hips against my fingers, desperate for my touch. I start rubbing her clit, slowly at first and then more quickly, eliciting a series of whines and gasps from her. She squirms and tries to say something, and then lets out a low groan.

"That sounded dangerously close to an orgasm."

"Hmm mmmmm?"

"I don't know. Bad princesses like Roxanne might not get to orgasm at all."

"Mmmmurgh!"

I slap her ass sharply. "Definitely not with that attitude," I warn.

She goes silent. She knows better than to argue. She wants to orgasm really bad, though. So she sighs softly while I pet her ass.

"Alright. If my princess is very well behaved, I might give her a little reward," I promise graciously. The words are barely ...