1. Is It Punishment If She Likes It?


    Date: 4/19/2024, Categories: Fiction BDSM Bondage and restriction Discipline, Domination/submission Male Domination, Male/Female Spanking, Written by women Author: Aqua Marine, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... feet are released, I press my mouth and tongue to your hot molten pussy and sample the delights within.

“Fuck!” You cry out and wiggle your cunt on my tongue, trying to get more of it inside you.

Just as quickly, I step back and sit in my chair.

“Master?”

“Yes, slut?”

Still bent over the bed, you whimper, not knowing if I’m done or what is yet to occur.

“Sir?”

“Yes? What does my slut need?”

“It is my position to please you.”

“Oh, it is?”

”Have I pleased you today?”

Suddenly you hear the swish of the crop. Tensing for impact, you’re surprised when it does not come.

“Don’t get too excited, slut. Your punishment is not over.”

The sound of the crop through the air is followed by the snap as it connects with your right ass cheek.

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

SNAP!

Each time against the opposite cheek. Your ass cheeks bounce with each slap of the crop, and tears are running down your cheeks now, mixing with your cries of pleasure between yelps of pain.

Suddenly there is a new, excruciating pain when you feel the crop connect with your unprotected asshole. You jerk upward suddenly and try to climb on the bed, trying to get away from the pain. It is to no avail as your feet are shackled to the bedframe and I quickly shove your body back down so that your face is buried in the pillows, your tits scrape across the duvet, and your ass is waving in the air.

Your sobbing and keening grow with each successive connection, only for ...
    ... you to scream out again when I connect with your pussy once more. Your pussy begins to twitch and I can tell you’re going to cum soon.

“Please, Sir!” you cry out.

As you strain to not orgasm, I stop and lay the crop in my chair. I remove my clothes and fold them neatly, placing them on the chair in a pile.

Turning back to you, I walk up and grasp the chain with the alligator clips on your nipples. Reaching around to the clips, I squeeze them tighter and the teeth bite into your flesh even more.

You sob as your whole body tenses from the pain.

“Oh! Fuck! Master, that hurts so good!”

Dragging and tugging the chain with my left hand, I use my right hand to guide my erection to your open cunt and press just the head inside. Softly and gently, I rock back and forth, pulling it out until it is poised at your opening, then pressing back until just the helmet is seated inside. Each push of my cock into your hot, boiling cunt is accompanied by a tug on the chain.

“Does my slut want something?”

You groan, and push back, trying to get more of my cock inside you. “Sir, PLEASE, I’m begging you! I need your cock inside me. Please!”

"You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want, whore?”

“Oh, God!! Please, Sir! Fuck your whore!”

I slam fully inside you, my balls bouncing off your clit. “Then I shall."

Releasing the chain and seizing your hips, I begin to pound your hole relentlessly, drilling my cock into you like a hammer drives a nail. I use your hips as ...
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