I pace around her, taking in every inch of her naked, bound body...
So frail...
So juicy...
And all mine!..
I marvel at how gorgeous she is confined to my bench. That pert little ass was held high in the air, waiting patiently for my handprint. I slowly squeeze and stroke my dick, pinching the head and taking a deep breath, trying to center myself and maintain my control.
Not yet. I tell myself.
I slowly and lightly run my fingers over her back, tickling her flesh. She squirms slightly in response as if inviting me to continue.
"Good girl." I growl. "Staying so ready and willing for Daddy."
When she raises her ass higher into the air and wiggles, I take this as consent and teasingly push my index finger between her cheeks to find her puckered hole, edging her arousal. She gasps and bounces her ass in time with my finger rimming her, increasing the pressure I stroke there.
"10 licks, baby girl. Remember, say 'Thank you, Daddy.' After each spank, so that I know you're accepting your lesson like a good girl."
"Yes, sir."
SMACK
"One." I say. The chains attaching her cuffs to the bench jingle as the impact jostles her a bit. She takes a moment to adjust to the sting before saying.
"Thank you, daddy."
SMACK
"Two." I chant.
Her skin is beginning to pink.
"Thank you, daddy."
SMACK
"Three."
A handprint now distinguishable on her ass. My impacts are hard enough to cause a little pain and a lot of marking, which brings peace to my inner animal, seeing my mark on her scrumptious body, so curvy and thick. A mark to say she's mine. To say I'm hers.
"Thank you, daddy." She purrs.
As I continue, she begins to pant, but not in agony or distress. In pure, unfiltered, unabashed, exquisite need. I can smell her pussy getting wet with every slap. So wet that the sounds of my slaps change, and I can literally feel her cunt moistening in the palm of my hand. As I look, I see her nectar drooling down her inner thighs, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed, little one. It's very natural and very hot. What I wouldn't give to clean every drop up with my tongue right now, but first we have to finish your lesson." I tell her.
The aroma of her desire, which fills the room like a thick incense, seduces my senses and my dick stiffens.
SMACK
"Seven." I say.
I start to let my hand linger after each slap, petting the cheeks I've now made red hot. The raised skin is so sensitive that her body is arching her back slightly to press her ass cheeks harder into my hand, either to beg for more or plead for mercy, I don't know. Little gasps and mewlings squeak from her lips, but I don't think she's fully in control anymore. I think she's just feeling and reacting on a primal level that drives me completely insane with lust. Everything about her in this moment is begging for more. Begging for another slap, begging for another rimming, begging for me. From her little booty wiggles to her moans and hazy eyes when she looks back at me, she begs.
