Part 5, Punishment and Surrender
“Now, Puppy... there’s one more thing you can do to demonstrate your submission,” you said as you pulled me to my feet.
I gulped hard and held my breath, dreading what would come next.
“You’ve been very good so far this evening; but you have a bad habit of being bratty on occasion, and those instances have not gone unnoticed. It’s time they be rectified.”
My body trembled, and I bit back silent whimpers of anticipation of the pain that was to come.
You took my right hand in yours, pulling me toward you and the bed. With your left hand, you pushed me to a prone position at your right side. Immediately, that hand slid down, first fondling my ass, then smacking it hard.
I involuntarily jumped at the shock of the strike but held back any cries. You followed up the first blow with a series of swats, first on my left cheek, then on the right. I was soon whimpering and breathing heavily.
Meanwhile, your right hand was underneath me, teasing my soaking cunt. “What a dirty slut. Look at how wet you are already, as if this is giving you some kind of pleasure.” With those words, you rained down even stronger blows to my backside
I was on the verge of sobs and loud cries; so to quiet myself, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began sucking it. This only muffled my whimpers, but didn’t silence them completely. In retaliation, your strikes became even harder.
By this point, the fingers of your right hand moved from merely tantalizing me to outright reaming my pussy and g-spot. My body bucked in pleasure as I tried to ride your buried hand. The fact that I was attempting to control my own delight caused you to smack me harder still.
“Daddy,
please!
I’m sorry!” I cried; but my pleas fell on deaf ears. I started shuddering from the sublime mixture of pleasure and pain.
Your left hand glided across my ass, caressing my cheeks in a loving way. “You know this hurts you more than it does me.” You continued gently petting me, soothing the stinging pain I was suffering. “Such a pretty shade of red,” you said as you admired your handiwork. Just when I relaxed at the cessation of punishment, your hand hit me again, furiously increasing the pace of my beating.