Master saw the ginger and made me liquefy it to bring it with us. When we arrived all the Vips were waiting. Master walked me up on stage and bound me to the whipping bench. He handed the liquid ginger to my master for the night and whispered in his ear. I waited for what seemed like forever when the master could and inserted a syringe to my ass which contained the liquid ginger. Then shoved a 4 inch weight plug in. Then suddenly pulled his metal-studded belt off. He started to spank me hard with one hand, while laying the belt in front of me on the bench So that I know what is to come next. He spank me hard with 1
50 strokes on my asscheek so hard that I am begging him to stop.
After every 10 spanks, he shovels 2 fingers deep into my pussy - and sees that I am so wet. All while telling me I must not be learning my lesson; this is not to be enjoyed; this is purely punishment for my bad behavior. For so go humiliation, you make me lick the belt...
I started crying, because I am was so horny, and I know I would not be fucked where I need to be, crave to be filled, where I am so wet. I know I was going to be spanked 100 times between both of my cheeks, and then the belt placed in front of me will be used afterward to make sure that I got the point.
Throughout the punishment, he reminded me of the consequences of my action that has earned me this harshest of punishments. He had me keep telling him what a bad, bad slut I had been, and this is what bad sluts get. I said it hurt and he was tired of hearing my words so he gagged me with a male slave's cock. I was told not to suck and he was instructed to just stand there. This in turn makes me cum. And this makes him angry and he thrash me even harder. Clearly, I was not learning my lesson.
I made it through his hand spanking. My ass was burning and a very angry red. He pauses long enough to pull the plug, add more liquid ginger and replace the plug before continuing.
"And now the real punishment begins", he told me with his deep, growling voice.
I start whimpering for mercy, but he begins. The belt makes loud, painful stripes across my ass. The hand spanking he had spared my upper thighs, but the belt did not. My flesh is on fire, and there are some spots where I am bleeding.