I would like to thank Literotica editor Violent Intimacy for his careful editing and help in making this fantasy readable on paper.
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I had finally fallen asleep that night after going through a myriad of feelings: Disappointment in myself for failing Master, knowing how much he loves me, and fear of the punishment that was to come. Master did not join me in bed for what seemed like hours, and even after that long, my brain was still imagining what was going to happen to me.
I woke slowly as I felt my legs being spread. He was careful, as if trying not to wake me, but he did. When he noticed my puzzled look, he told me to simply lay still and let him work. When I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, his loving and caring voice shushed me. I knew my behavior was not acceptable. I should have stayed quiet. Firmly, he turned me over his knees and spanked hard, just once. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, not from pain, but from embarrassment and, more, disappointment. His previous command was repeated in his usual calm voice, and I obeyed. Silently, I cursed him.
"Now, lay still," he repeated once more. "If you so much as breathe too loudly, I'll stop and leave you be."
He knew how awful this treatment sounded to me. He knew that I couldn't stand being ignored, that I would want his attention badly, that I'd beg for his touch or even his stare. He pushed my legs apart farther as he started to speak, still very calmly. The dreaded speech was coming.
"You failed miserably today." He was dragging the tips of his fingers on my neck, his face close to my skin. I could feel his breath and hoped for kisses, licks, and a firmer touch. But none of these came. He kept talking. "It was a simple test, and you failed."
My nipples became erect under this slight sensation, combined with the meaning of his words. He laughed and I was embarrassed. I had failed under someone else's touch. I had orgasmed without permission. Someone else had touched me, someone who did not even know my body, and I had not been able to control myself. Now, the same test was going to be repeated, only with expert hands, hands that knew every inch of me. My body had betrayed me before. It was going to happen again. He was going to have me fail, and butterflies invaded my stomach in fear of disappointing him once. Never before had he pushed my limits this far.
His fingers brushed my breasts, but not my nipples. I felt that my body wanted to arch to make contact with his face that still was so close to my skin, and I hated myself. I was not going to give him another opportunity to spank me, so I fought my urges and stayed still. God! How difficult that was! That contributed to a build up that I did not want just yet. His fingers kept going so painfully slowly down my sides, on my tummy, my hips, down my legs, his face following closely as he examined every inch of my body even though he knew it so well. His hands pushed my legs even farther apart, and it was almost difficult for me to maintain them this wide. But I found I didn't want him to stop, as unbearable as I knew it was going to become for my body and for my mind, and I tried my best to obey. His fingers started brushing back up the inside of my legs. I was already begging in my head for his touch on my most intimate parts, his parts. I knew he was not going to, for his intentions were cruel. The wetness that he was about to see embarrassed me. He hadn't even really touched me yet.
His fingers softly spread my labia, and once again I felt his breath. I could feel my clit, painfully hard, as I knew it wouldn't get what it needed. He kept me spread for what seemed like an eternity, and it started to drive me insane. I was breathing fast, and my breaths became shaky when I tried to slow them down. His eyes, watching, gave me such sensations! I wanted him to just take me, but I doubted that was even in his plans. Not yet anyway. My hips started to move up, and I immediately regretted doing so. Without saying a word, he simply smiled and moved away to sit on a chair in the corner of the room, and I immediately felt lonely, as if missing a part of myself. Mischievously his hands started to caress his member, just the way he likes best. He knew this reprimand was worse than a spanking. He simply kept going, pleasuring himself without me, looking intensely at me, my legs still spread, breathing even faster.
"Please... Master!" I softly moaned, desperate to have him near me.
A tear rolled down my face as I watched him bring himself to orgasm. He knew how badly I wanted his juices, but I did not deserve the taste of them. He rested in the chair for a few minutes, letting me hang there, not able to take my eyes off him. I had laid still though, as I was not told that I was allowed to do otherwise.
"Are you ready for your test now?" How could his voice be so calm after this?
Without waiting for an answer, which he knew anyway, he started examining me all over again, making the sensations even more torturous. I felt my juices drip down onto the bed sheet as he once more spread my lips, and kept them that way for even longer than he had before. I wanted to scream and buck my hips, and he was well aware of that. Perhaps he was trying to make me disobey, looking for a reason to punish me. But I didn't. Not this time. As difficult as it was, this was as turned on, as worked up as I had ever been in my life. Despite the immense feeling of not being allowed over the edge, I found that I didn't want him to stop. In fact, I feared that he would stop. His attention was a precious gift, and I was grateful for it.
He eventually let go of my labia, not because I had moved, or because I had breathed too loudly, but because he was moving on with his examination.
His fingers went up to brush against my hard nipples, very lightly, his breath following. The wave of electricity that washed over my entire body was intense, and having to lay still only made it worse. Still spread, I thought I was going to cum. Yes, as little as this slight touch apparently affected me that much. But he was not about to let me cum.
"Don't you dare cum, love," he repeated a few times, with a grin on his lips.
His touch had become less subtle and more firm, and his lips FINALLY touched my skin. I let out a long, strong breath, and he paused for a few seconds, threatening to stop. I had stopped breathing altogether for a few moments, pleading in my head that he doesn't, and I knew he had seen my pleading eyes.
God how good my nipples felt! As soon as he had me on the edge once more, he let them go, following his previous trail with this more concrete touch, sliding down between my still spread legs, and spreading my lips again. He smirked when he saw how wet I was, and rewarded me with the sound of his voice, the praises soothing my mind just a little. I blushed and closed my eyes, begging for mercy in my head as he barely inserted the tip of a finger in me, leaving it there motionless, torturing me. This was pure and simple evil. How badly I wanted it all in, then out, then in, he'll never know. Or perhaps he did. I resisted the urge to rock my hips to relieve my need on his still finger. After what seemed like an eternity he finally approached me with his face and held still before touching me. He slowly started giving soft and gentle kisses just above my wanting button. He must have felt it throb, as he started laughing.
"So excited! This will be difficult for you, love." He was mocking me.
