Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... have you disobeying me, hurting me just for a little fun. You're about to see what a real punishment feels like." I dropped the belt on the floor and walked over to her. I ran my hands over the warm, soft skin of her ass, already pinkening from the first ten strokes. I slid my boxers off, standing naked with my hard cock pointing right towards her pussy. I spanked her once, not too hard. "Don't spill." I said. I stepped between her feet and slowly slid her legs open, pushing her ankle out. She let out a sudden gasp of anticipation, followed by a drawn out whimper. "And don't... cum." I said, thrusting my head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. I entered her slowly, at the same time pulling back on her hair. "Oooh, fuck Sir." she whimpered. I slapped my open hand down against her back, making her jump. The glass in her right hand spilled slightly, the water just about dripping down the side. "Don't talk. And watch the water." I said. I gripped her hair tighter and pushed into her. She was so tight from this angle. I entered her quickly, pushing hard against the wet, hot grip of her pussy. She moaned loudly as I pulled out and began slowly fucking her with about half of my length. Her hands were gripping the two glasses tightly, and her arms were already shaking. I enjoyed my slow pace while I watched her, minute by minute, as her arms got tired and her pleasure increased. Eventually I could feel her pussy gripping hard around my shaft, and I knew she was close to ...

... orgasm. "Careful sweetheart." I said, thrusting harder, "You don't have permission yet." She inhaled sharply and let out a purring whine. "Please..." she whimpered. "No talking." I said, thrusting even harder. Within a minute it was too much for her, and her pussy was twitching around my cock. She gasped and moaned, and as the pleasure took her she let the glass in her right hand bang against the table, causing water to slosh over her hand. It seemed to be a small, gentle climax, but it still counted. I sighed with frustration and pulled out of her. I knew I had to punish her, but it took all of my willpower to actually stop. I leaned over and took the glasses out of her hands, moving them out of her reach. "I'm sorry..." she gasped, still shaking. Without answering her, I grabbed the belt from the floor and lashed her ass hard. "You talked twice, came once, and spilled the water." I told her. "If my math is right then that's... twenty lashes." "Twenty!?" she gasped. "Twenty-five now, and more if you keep talking." I said. She whined, but didn't speak again. "You don't have to count... but don't be afraid to make some noise if you have to." I wanted to enjoy this too, after all. I started slowly, leaving long pauses between each hit, but soon I sped up, each snap of the belt coming just a few seconds after the next. I felt my cock throb with every hit, but I didn't stop no matter how much I just wanted to forced myself back into her. I reached 25 surprisingly quickly, and I ...