Squeeze
Smack!
Squeeze
Finally she reached a point where she was crying and begging him to let her come at the same time.
He laughed.
“Pretty sure I told you that until you agreed to commit to a relationship, I’d be the only one getting the orgasms when I had to punish you. You remember agreeing to that, don’t you, little girl?”
Oh, she remembered, she just hadn’t thought he’d hold her to something so mean. Not to mention the fact that she hadn’t expected the punishment to be so arousing. Her body was in overdrive, almosttoosensitive thanks to the spicy insertion. “Please, Daddy? I’ll be a good girl,” she begged. She couldn’t afford to stand on pride at the moment; sheneeded.
He snorted and walked away from her, crossing over into her view as he approached the table and tossed the scraper down. She had an instant of hope that he was done, that the punishment was over, but when he returned, he was pulling his belt free from his jeans.
He paused, crouching down near the front of the stand and filling her view. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up so she could see him and the intense look on his face. “We’re not even close to being done if that’s what you were hoping for, Charlie. You nearly got yourself killed today because you couldn’t follow one simple rule and I’m going to make very sure that never happens again.”
Her eyes widened, bottom lip trembling, but at least she was able to keep her ass from tightening in fear. “Please, Daddy, it won’t happen again. I promise. I’ll do what you say,” she assured him, with the words tumbling out of her mouth and getting jumbled in her hurry.
“Oh, I’m sure you will. But that’s not going to change what already happened. You asked for punishment and you’re going to get a full dose of it. I’m going to make sure that every time you even think about disobeying me in the future your ass will tingle to remind you.” The words were low and deeply sincere sounding.
She knew he meant what he said, and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Continuing to beg wouldn’t do any good. He was right; she’d asked for this and she deserved it. Her father had never been one for spanking, but even he might have been tempted to whup her ass for doing what she’d done. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Good. You should be. For risking your life, for ripping into me in front of my men, and for every time you’ve given me attitude since you got home. Life dealt you a shitty hand, Charlie, and I’m sorry. But none of this is my fault and I’m not your whipping boy to take your moods out on or your toy to use when you want something.”
She wished he wasn’t holding her head up, she wished she could look away because what she was seeing in his face wasn’t just anger…it was hurt. Hurt that she’d caused. The words wouldn’t come; the ones that would fix things just weren’t there. She closed her eyes to shut out the expression on his face, and tears tracked down over her cheeks to splatter on the wooden floorboards.
“Now, this is what’s going to happen,” he explained. His voice was calm and his tone slightly lighter. “I’m about to wear your ass out with my belt, and by the time I’m done you willknowyou’ve been punished. I’ll untie you and then you’re going back into the corner to think about everything you’ve been doing.”
She gave him a pleading look, which he ignored. “And then you can repay me for the punishment, like we agreed,” he continued.
“Daddy! Daddy, you’re notreallygoing to hold me to that! Please, isn’t all of this enough? You wouldn’t really make me go without, would you?” Her bottom lip trembled dramatically and only a little bit of it was forced. She didn’t mind pleasing him any way he wanted, it was the thought of being denied pleasure herself that was upsetting.
“Well, I guess that depends, Charlie. Seeing how you’ve been reacting to that ginger makes me feel like it’s about time I claim that ass of yours. Spreading you open and working my way into you inch by inch is going to be the best reward for putting up with all the trouble you’ve been throwing at me.”
She inhaled sharply and a low moan crept out of her open mouth. Thinking about that, picturing it; it was hot as hell but also a little terrifying. The ginger in her ass wasn’t that much bigger than his finger but it didn’t come close to the size of his cock. Her ass clenched, and of course ignited the ginger again, so the moan turned into a whimper. “Please…” she trailed off, unsure of what she was asking for.
His lips curved up on one side flashing his dimple. “Don’t worry, Charlie. I’m not going to keep you from coming. I’m just not going to make any effort to help you get there, because bad girls don’t get rewarded. So, I guess we’ll see how you react to me stretching that nice tight hole of yours. I knowI’mgoing to enjoy it either way.”
A shiver rippled down her spine and she twitched, tugging against the ropes that held her. It was all unbearably sexy. She didn’t understand it. Sam was usually a generous lover and she’d always enjoyed their mutual pleasure but this—this was a whole different level of hot.
Why was the idea of him selfishly taking his pleasure from her body turning her on so much? It was fair enough since this was punishment and she’d agreed to his deal, but she hadn’t expected it to make her gush with excitement. She could feel the drops of arousal trickling down her inner thighs as she pictured him fucking her hard and rough without caring if she climaxed or not.
“You got anything to say about this, darlin’? You’re looking a little peaked.” He sounded smug, but she doubted he knew what she wanted to say.
Take my ass, Daddy! Fuck me hard, use me!But instead she said, “No Daddy.” in a soft flustered voice that she didn’t recognize.
He looked at her for a minute and then nodded. “Guess I better get to work, then.” He let go of his grip on her hair and her head slumped. It felt good to be looking any place but at him.
Her hair had come loose from her usual ponytail at some point and now hung around her face like a curtain, but she could see his boots moving away without lifting her head. The punishment was about to get worse now; she knew it was coming and she fought the urge to tighten her cheeks in preparation.
He couldn’t have missed how aroused she was but didn’t pay it any attention except for a teasing comment as he made sure the ginger was firmly seated. She heard the sound of the belt whooshing through the air and tried to prepare herself but the searing line of fire that crossed both cheeks and wrapped around to the outside of her thigh wasn’t something you could really prepare for.
She yelped, all four limbs jerking against the ropes that held her firmly in place. Well, that’s why she’d asked to be tied after all. It was nice to remember that she could do that. She could fight and struggle against each stroke of the belt without getting in trouble because the ropes would hold her there.
“Daddy no! That’s too hard!” she cried, not expecting, or receiving any response to that.
The belt flew fast and without mercy, covering every inch of her ass and most of her thighs, but she lost the ability to keep track long before he finished. It wasn’t the pain, though, yes, her backside was blazing like an out of control brush fire. She’d had worse for fun; it was that Sam wasn’t delivering this punishment in silence.