"Beautiful," he said, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "My bad little girl is quite ready for her punishment. Bend over, on all fours."
As she bent down, the chain pulled tightly against her tender flesh. Thomas stepped in front of her and removed his belt--an old, wide brown leather belt, the tool marks of some long lost design now barely visible. It was more than ten years older than Hoàng, but she knew it, she'd been the recipient of more than one smack from it. There were pleasant memories of its sting, and the arousal it caused deep within her. Tonight, she was afraid of it, though. She'd never seen Thomas this angry or cold.
He removed his shirt, and tossed it aside, then doubled the belt and flexed it before her eyes, causing it to snap. Hoàng's eyes were fixed on the ring which pierced his right nipple, the sheen of perspiration on his skin in the candlelight. He smelt rough and intoxicatingly male. Her pussy moistened further as he stepped behind her, out of sight, and she waiting to the leather to touch her exposed buttocks.
"You insolent little slut!" he barked seconds before the strap crashed against the soft meat of her arse. "Ungrateful bitch!" he called her as another blow struck from the other side, the pain searing her, overwhelming her senses. The heat was unbearable and she began to cry. "Don't drop that chain, you little cunt," he ordered as the smacking leather landed across the top of her right thigh, Tears flowed down her cheeks, splattering the table top as they fell even as beads of her juice collected on the chain that split her pussy. Another blow landed on the left thigh and she sobbed silently, biting hard at the leather bit in her mouth to muffle them. Thomas again stepped into her view, gently slapping the belt against his open palm.
"I guess I should fuck you now," he said casually, and Hoàng nodded violently, the chain slipping against her clit. "You'd like that, eh?" Again she could only nod. She wanted to tell him how much she desired his cock inside her, how hot her pussy was, how wet for him. Oh, daddy, yes, she thought, please fuck me. She willed her thoughts to him, she wants him to take her forcefully and fuck her without mercy. Her mouth and pussy and arse were his to fuck. Oh, daddy, please, please fuck me.
"But that would be too easy, you evil girl." He undid the buttons on his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His cock protruded rudely, he was quite hard from the act of thrashing her so. The shaft shone with his slick pre-come. A leather device ringed the base of his rod, straps dividing and separating his heavy, come-filled balls. She so wanted him in her, her pussy ached to engulf it. "No," he said, beginning to stroke himself, "that would be too easy, too good for you. I'll just make you watch." He stood inches from her face, masturbating, his cock stretched tight, disappearing in and out of his fist. He squeezed out a large drop of pre-come onto his finger and painted her lips with it. She longed to lick, to fully taste, to suck his fingers, but daren't drop the leather lead in her mouth. Please, daddy, fuck my mouth, she thought.
Thomas grabbed a fistful of her long black hair which easily touched the table due to her kneeling position. He wrapped the long silky strands around his cock and continued to masturbate, now just inches from her face. She wanted to feel the large purple head pierce her, she wanted to feel the bulging veins against her lips, his balls against her chin. More than anything she wanted to taste his sticky, chalky semen in her mouth and down her throat. She cried, the sobs unable to transmit her burning desire for his cock. Please, daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck me, daddy.
And then, yes. Oh yes, he took the bit from her mouth, replacing it with his cock. He tugged on the chain as he fucked her face, causing an unbearable friction on her clit. Oh god, she was going to come. He thrust his hips roughly, holding her head tight, gagging her with his cock as he tugged the chain in rhythm with the motion. She was going to explode. The heat on her arse and thighs, the burn of the chain on her clit, the spice of his sweaty, slick cock in her mouth.
Hoàng felt him stiffen, oh yes, daddy, come in my mouth. Her own orgasm was nearly there, don't stop, daddy, stroke my clit, make me come. And then the white gooey ejaculate hit the back of her throat, he was coming and that triggered her release. She sighed and moaned as a violent surge racked her pussy and another jet of his come exploded in her mouth. Hoàng sucked him firmly now, coaxing out every precious drop, she was his cocksucker and she was coming again too, the burn on her arse, the pinching of her tits, the ache in her pussy, every nerve in her body on fire. Thomas pulled out, his cock against her cheek and nose, offering his balls for her to lick. Her mouth finally free, she hungrily lapped at his dangling scrotum, the saltiness of his perspiration and pre-come filling her senses.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "oh my good little girl." He hugged her now, and she felt...what? What was the word? Reclaimed? Yes, her punishment was over, her reclamation complete. She was his again, body, mind and soul.
"Oh, daddy, I'm so sorry," she sobbed.
"There, there, now. No more tears." Thomas leaned in and kissed the salty drops from her cheeks, kissed her eyelids and forehead. He had released his grip on the lead and helped her to kneel upright. He hugged her again, the nipple clamps clacking against the ring which pierced his tit. He unhooked the chain from her collar dropping it to the table-top with a fierce clatter, demounted the claps from her nipples, and then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. There, he laid her flat on her belly, the crimson strips on her buttocks and thighs screaming in the darkened room. Reaching for a bottle of aloe, he ever so gently spread the soothing ointment on her throbbing flesh. "I'm sorry, baby doll; forgive me."
Unsnapping the leather harness from his softened genitals, he lay down on the bed next to her, and kissed her lips. Hoàng parted her mouth and offered her tongue to his even while her hand reached down to caress and fondle his cock and balls. "My good little girl," he said, surprised to find himself growing hard again already.
Hoàng smiled to herself, contentedly. "Please, daddy," she now said aloud, "please fuck me."
