You begin your next attack, taking revenge on my back. Several strokes of your belt, so fast and so painful I can't keep track of how many. I am doing my best to stay quiet, not wanting anymore punishment, but I can't help the whimpers that escape. At least you have gagged me, maybe you won't hear this way. The next blow lands on my ass, followed by two more on my thighs. I feel my cunt, your cunt, getting wetter as you go, my body betraying me. The next stroke lands high on my back, the tip of your belts reaching around and snagging the side of my breast. A few slower, much harder strokes on my ass and you stop. Thank you Goddess, he is done.
With the first 25 anyway. I feel your fingers reaching deep into my wetness. "Gee for someone making all those noises like she is in so much pain, you certainly are excited," you say, chuckling. Damn, I thought I was being quiet, so much for this being over quickly. You continue probing my cunt, moving deeper and harder. I try to move my hips to meet you, but you are quick to tell me to sit still. I feel empty as you pull your fingers out and leave me. A few minutes later, you come back and begin rubbing something on my ass. "Do you know what this is?" you ask me as if I could answer. I nod my head no, and you lift it up, bringing it down on my tender ass. It feels sort of flimsy, but it has a horrible biting sting to it. Again and again you hit me. The sting is almost more than I can take and I try to move, trying to escape the next blow. You continue on my ass, an occasional smack on my thighs, but thankfully avoiding my tender back. I tried to keep count, but lost track and my mind slipped away. I am sure it was more than 25 though. Oh well, it is your choice not mine...so evil, I think to myself.
Finally when I think my skin is ready to peel apart, you stop. I feel you very close to my head and your lips gently brush my head. "I am very proud of you slut, you made it through all that with not one sound. For that, I will remove your blindfold and gag, but you must stay quiet. Understand?" I nod my head. You take off the blindfold and I blink my eyes several times, trying to adjust to the light. Ahhhh, a flyswatter...I would have never guessed. I have such a creative Master. Being the devil that you are, you rip the duct tape of my mouth, having no mercy. You pull the now wet panties out of my mouth, and I lean my head towards you, reaching for your lips. Your tongue is in my mouth, you taste so wonderful. You make me so hot.
"Fuck me Sir, please," I begin to beg. "No such luck my little whore, you still have 50 strokes left and you are not getting out of them."
I groan, "I want you Sir," I somehow manage to get out between your kisses. Mmmm. You stand up, leaving the room again, coming back with the cane. I begin to beg you, I can't take the cane, and you know it. Especially if I have to stay quiet. You ignore me, and begin on my ass. Over and over. I don't think its ever going to stop. Moving down to my thighs, I slip into my own world. I can't feel where the strokes stop and start again, and I am past gone. My eyes close and I lay, motionless and soundless. Only you can make me feel this way. I feel your lips on my neck and I moan.
"Shh, baby," you tell me, "we're almost done." You reach down to the floor picking something, but keeping it out of my view. It takes several thuds before I realize it's the wooden spoon. I feel the butt plug being pounded into my ass, as you hit it several times. I groan and you reward me by increasing the strength of your blows. Harder and harder. I can't take it much longer. Before I can help it the scream escapes my lips, followed by a deep sob. Several more blows and I have no more screams, no thoughts, nothing, only tears running down my cheeks, any energy to fight gone. I feel you lifting me up holding me against your body. Your hands are on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees, and I know what is expected. I take your beautiful cock out of your jeans and begin caressing it. "Good girl."
