He applied a second piece of ginger to her other nipple.
That was when her ass started to burn.
The heat had been steadily building, but distracted by watching him punish her nipples, she hadn’t really paid attention.
Now she couldn’t ignore it. Her anus felt warm the same way it did the day after a scene with heavy anal play—a warmth that wasn’t pain, but that made her aware of her rear entrance in a way she normally wasn’t. She shifted her hips, sucking in air when she realized moving, even a little, increased the burn.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“When you move it burns more, and a spanking makes you move.” She’d forgotten that from their one aborted figging attempt.
He reached down and gently pressed the ginger. It must have slid out a little because she felt the glide of it being reinserted into her ass. The friction against the now-burning inner ring of her anus made her hips jerk.
That’s when her nipples started to burn.
She grabbed the duvet, twisted it over her hands so she could hold it tight in her fists. Her back arched slightly as she breathed through her teeth.
“Spread your legs, Cessie.”
She didn’t realize she’d clamped her thighs together until he gave her the order.
She looked at him, but instead of his face her gaze fastened on what he held. It was a two-inch-long piece of ginger that hadn’t been peeled. He tipped it until she could see that one end had been cut, leaving a circle of exposed ginger flesh.
“What if I can’t take it?”
“I think you can take it. For me. Can’t you, baby?”
She whined low in her throat.
“Spread your legs. Spread them so wide that I can see your pretty clit.”
Instead of ordering her, he was coaxing, praising.
Panting through the pain, Cessie tucked her heels against her ass and let her knees fall open even further.
Leon sat on the mattress, torso pressing against the shin of the leg closest to him as he leaned over between her legs.
“Here we go, baby.” He gave her clit two soft strokes with his ungloved hand. “I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Then he pressed the ginger to her clit.
At first it was just pressure. She was so needy that having any contact against her clit was first relief at finally receiving stimulation, then pleasure.
He held the ginger still, but she rocked her hips, getting the slightest friction. She stopped, realized what she was doing, and raised her head to look at him.
“I’m sorry, Master. I moved without permission. Actually, I’ve moved a lot without permission.” The burning in her anus and nipples only highlighted her disobedience.
“No, moving like that is just you communicating with me. Telling me what you’re feeling and what you need. You can rub your needy little clit on the ginger if you want.
Relief flooded her, and she rocked her hips, her clit rubbing against the slightly-rough surface of the cross-section of ginger.
The pleasure of the clit stimulation offset the now-intense burn in her ass and pain in her nipples.
“Talk to me, baby.”
“It hurts. It burns. Not just feels hot, but prickles. Burns.” The words were disjointed and almost unintelligible. “I want it to stop and I want you to tell me I’m a bad girl. That I have to keep it on longer. I want you to make it so my nipples and clit and ass ache all night so I’ll never forget that I’m yours.” Her clit now felt hot. The edge of pain hot. She stopped moving. “So, I’ll remember that at least sometimes you’ll forgive me.”
Leon made a strangled noise, though she was only barely aware of what she’d said.
