Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
There is a small pause in which she sniffs and sobs. “Yes,” she says in a very small voice.
“Good,” I reply. “Because that is the only choice you have. I expect and will enforce obedience. And I will continue to punish you each and every time you disobey me.”
I follow that statement up with three hard slaps that make her contort over my thighs with shocked little gasps. She thought I was going to continue to be gentle with her. And in truth, I am. She deserves a thorough strapping. Perhaps even a caning.
“You were badly behaved, weren’t you, Stella?”
“Yes,” she admits again, in another small voice.
“You knew when you disobeyed me there would be a consequence. You failed to anticipate how serious a consequence it would be. But you knew you would be caught. You knew the collar would notify me of your movements. Which means you wanted to be in trouble. And that means on some level you wanted to be disciplined.”
The soft and tender phase of this spanking is over. She knows she is in good hands, but she does not yet know that there is no display of emotion, no matter how sweet, how sorrowful, or how soft that will get her out of receiving each and every bit of what she has gone so far out of her way to earn.
Stella
Kahn’s strap lands hard across my ass, but the warmth of the gentle spanking he already gave me means that when it bites, it doesn’t bite hard. Or at least, it doesn’t feel as brutal and as unyielding as his thrashings usually do. Instead, it feels like a sudden bath of more intense heat. Pain might be part of the equation, but my body isn’t interpreting things that way. Instead, I feel a hot flush rushing through me, followed by another as the strap lands a second time, and then a third as it lands once more. I stretch out, languid, like a cat being petted as his punishment suffuses my body with heat.
“You’re going to be my good girl,” he growls. “You’re going to do as I tell you, and you are going to stay safe by behaving yourself.”
Every one of those words is accompanied by another hot lick of the leather lash, and every one of those lashes makes me sink deeper into this welling pool of sensation. I’ve stopped thinking. Stopped worrying. I’ve stopped being sad, or guilty. Even contrition is a long way away from where I am now.
I usually want him to stop spanking me. But now all I want is for this to go on forever. I want to stay in this place where nothing matters besides the regular falling of the lash that no longer bites or stings but simply warms.
My eyes are starting to feel heavy. It’s hard to keep them open. Everything is just so warm and so fuzzy. I’m starting to float down into a space…
“I am going to fuck you, pet,” he growls through the haze. “I am going to teach you a lesson with my cock.”
“Mmm… yes, please.”
He lets out a chuckle. “This is not supposed to be something you want.”
“I’ll always want sex with you.”
“Sweet thing,” he rumbles, rubbing his palm over my hot ass.
The collar makes my clit thrum, and with the heat in my cheeks, desire is not far away. I am already wet. I am already wanting. I need him inside me and I do not see how sex with him could ever be anything other than an absolutely delicious reward. I am already absolutely charged with arousal, and so very quickly I get so close to coming, I can almost…
“No!”
I wail as the sensation abates. There is no more stimulation. There is nothing. The orgasm is stunted and ruined. My whimper of complaint only seems to satisfy him, however. This is what he had planned all along.
“Bad girls who hide their entire pasts from their alien masters don’t get to come,” Kahn says. “Bad girls get kept on the edge until I see fit, their naughty pussies punished.”
He spanks my lips with a swift little smack that makes them sting, emphasizing his point and his power. There’s nothing I can do now. I am at his mercy. If I want an orgasm, I have to submit to his discipline.
Again he spanks me, and again, making my pussy sore and sorry but also very wet and from the feel of it, quite swollen. Kahn can be a twisted master when he wants to be. This is a perverse way to be punished. It makes me sore and it turns me the fuck on. Every slap not only hurts, but drives me back toward that orgasm he wouldn’t let me have.
This time, I try to be smart about it. I try to hide how close I am coming to climax. I bite my lower lip and I tense all the muscles in my belly, and I get so fucking close…