She sniffled softly. "I just...." she burst into tears all over again. He rubbed her back and caressed her hair until she calmed down. "I'm such a mess. My hair is a mess. I'm having sex with a stranger. I was drooling all over the place. Someone is watching us, and probably recording us and I'm such a horny unattractive little slut and you're such a sweet and sexy guy who's way out of my league. I'm so embarrassed." He sat there in shock, trying to absorb all the information she had just unloaded while he held her tight.
"Well," he chuckled, "sex is supposed to be messy." She whimpered and tried to move away from him which only caused him to grip her tighter as he ran his thumb along one of her shoulders. "Well," he muttered, "at least one of these things can be fixed right away." He picked up a hair brush, which was meant for spanking, but which now held a different purpose.
He pulled her hair back and began to brush it gently, while facing the mirror. She stared at him in the mirror in surprise as she wiped her eyes. He combed the tangles out methodically and quietly, never looking at her reflection once as the anger for the rude things she had said about herself built inside him. Once finished brushing her hair he kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear "Better?"
"Yeah," she whispered back.
"We're making the best of a bad situation, and getting some fun out of it," he reprimanded softly. "I know this is some of the best sex I've had and I hope you've been enjoying yourself too, even if it's not what you're used to, even if you're not used to it being so passionate and messy." She nodded slightly. "Now," his voice turned stern, "while I thank you for your compliments about my disposition and my attractiveness, we need to address your misconceptions about yourself."
"Oh no, I don't think-"
"Shut your mouth," he growled. "You're insulting me by assuming I would have sex with anything less than a beautifully sexy specimen. The breeders or whoever would have paired equally beautiful people together, much like horse breeders. Yeah, I like that. You are my thorough-bred mare." She blushed. "You don't get to orgasm until you tell me that you are beautiful."
"Um-"
He slapped her face lightly. "I see that it's going to take some convincing, so I don't want you to talk, I want you to listen." He took hold of her hand and led her to stand in front of the mirror. She tried to cover herself, so he took the hand cuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. "Look." He commanded.
She reluctantly took in the sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her legs were tightly sealed together. He smacked an ass cheek. "Open your legs." She stepped apart about an inch. He smacked the inside of her thigh with a riding crop he had picked up. "Wider." He kept smacking until they were a little more than shoulder width apart. "Good."
He bent down to kiss her toes. "I love your cute little toes and the way they curl when you're trying to fend off an orgasm." Her eyes widened. He had noticed that? He chuckled. "Sex is an intimate thing," he replied to her unasked question.
He kissed all the way up the backs of her legs. "I love the strength and muscle in your calves and thighs, the way I feel they could support you through anything. They make you a solid woman, not a weak little girl." She rolled her eyes. She thought her thighs were fat. He smacked her thigh with the riding crop. She cried out. "I saw that."
He kissed each ass cheek. "I love how easily your porcelain skin turns red when I smack it and I love the curve of your ass."
He kissed all along her hip, and up her stomach in a line from her navel to end at her breasts and suck as much of one as he could into his mouth before biting the nipple and letting it go. "I love your wide child-bearing hips, your nipped in waist, and your voluptuous bosom." She smiled faintly, secretly liking this about herself as well. "I know you've measured them. They're the perfect measurements of an hourglass figure, aren't they?" She hesitated. He smacked one breast with the riding crop. She nodded shyly. He growled in her ear. "Sexy. I love all of your sexy curves," he emphasized, gripped her ass cheeks before letting his hands slide along her figure up to caress her breasts.
"I love your wavy, long hair," he continued, taking a deep breath from within its depths. "I love your deep and wide eyes that have so much expressiveness in them," he announced, leaving a light kiss on each eyelid. "I love your full and sensual lips," he finished, covering her mouth with his and exploring her mouth with his tongue while she curiously and tentatively explored back. "I love so much about you. You are so sexy. I think you might be out of my league." He chuckled. She could feel his erection on her stomach. "So sexy that my erections just keep coming." Suddenly she remembered what they were doing and why they were there.
She muttered under her breath. "Medically induced arousal." His anger flared. He smacked the inside of her thigh with the riding crop. "I told you to be quiet. Looks like you don't know how to follow simple instructions." He angrily grabbed a ball gag. She tried to pull away from him. He squeezed the sides of her cheeks, shoved the gag in her mouth and secured it to her head.
"Get on the bed." He ordered. She complied. Her head landed on the bed as he forced her to kneel with her ass in the air and her pussy spread. He attached the spreader bar. "Get it through your thick head that you are attractive and just because we are in an unusual situation, that doesn't change anything. To help you get this lesson, I'm going to have to punish you."
Saliva was already leaking out of the corners of her gag onto the bed. He took the riding crop and smacked her pussy. Her head jerked in surprise. The wetness between her legs amplified the pain of the crop. He smacked her pussy nine more times before she was twitching with the ache to come, but she didn't have permission and she didn't want to anger him further. "Do you understand me?" She nodded wildly. "Are you ready to tell me that you think you're beautiful and sexy?" She nodded again. "I think you're lying." She shook her head pleadingly. "Okay." He took out the gag.
"I see what you see. I see how beautiful and sexy I am and I understand why I would be paired with you and ohgodpleasesircanicum?" She panted. He chuckled.
"First you need to prove how sorry you are."
She moaned with need. "Anything sir. Anything for youuuuu." The last word drew out as he roughly inserted three fingers into her vagina.
"Good. I like that you are properly motivated to please me after you angered me so badly. I'm going to take your ass." She groaned lustily. "But first in going to give you an enema to make you clean back there because I'll need to come in that lovely pussy of yours."
She tensed, afraid of what was to come. He moved to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry. I'm an expert at these. Stay right where you are." He shoved her head back down to the bed, leaving hands cuffed behind her and her legs spread with her lips and puckered hole completely exposed to him. She heard some water running and she suddenly realized there was a bathroom in the corner of the room.