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“I’m going to whip this disobedient little bottom until it’s marked enough to really teach you a lesson.

Then I’m going to spank that naughty little pussy bright red.

You’re going to cry for me. You’re going to sob.

You’re going to beg me to stop, but it’s not going to matter.

Your punishment will only end when I decide it will end, and not a moment before.

After all that, I’m going to give you another chance to do as you’re told, and if you’re a very good girl, I might just let you come,” he growled and my core shuddered hard.

My hips felt extraordinarily high up in the air, and my naked ass already burned from being spanked multiple times in the same night. He’d only whipped me a few times with the belt so far, but I could already feel the fiery welts rising on my skin.

I whimpered, pulling my bound hands into my chest.

“Now, ask me to begin your punishment, baby doll,” he demanded, his voice firm.

“Please punish me, sir,” I whispered. I didn’t know why I’d called him sir, but in that moment it felt right. He was strong and fierce. Clearly formidable enough to tackle a woman like me.

“Are you ready to be reminded of your place?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

He wanted my surrender. He wanted my pain. My tears. My pleasure. He demanded everything and he was making me give it all.

Which… if I was truly honest with myself… made me curious.

He’d hurt me. Had forced me over his knees and spanked me over my jeans and then had torn my clothes from my body, leaving me completely and utterly bare.

He’d bared my ass, spanked me once more, and made me come more times than I could count.

He’d fucked me harder than any man ever had before, and I hadn’t been able to get enough of it.

His brand of dominance was intoxicating because no one had ever made me submit to something like it.

Pain. Pleasure.

It felt like he was giving me the world.

Would it be so bad if I gave in?

No one would ever know I’d been stripped naked and fucked hard. No one would ever know this stranger had spanked me and that I’d sucked his cock with my bottom still burning.

And now I was about to get my naked backside whipped with a belt. Then he was going to force me to open my legs so that he could spank my pussy too.

I knew what would come after that because I already wanted to beg him for it even before my punishment began.

He was going to fuck my ass. Hard. And I was going to take it because I was a very bad little girl, with very filthy and dirty thoughts that deserved every last second of it.

My pussy clenched hard, and I arched my back just a little as I presented myself to him.

Something snapped inside me, and I felt my surrender wash over me.

This was going to hurt, but I was going to take it. Because he was the only man that I’d ever met who had the balls to master a woman like me.

His fingers grazed across my bottom, caressing the already sore flesh before they dipped in between my thighs.

My thighs were soaked, and he took a long time exploring that fact.

I whined softly with shame, knowing that he knew I was this sopping wet at the prospect of being whipped with his belt.

A lightning bolt of pleasure surged straight down to my clit, and I shivered, knowing that it, too, was going to get spanked.

Fuck. I was so turned on.

I shouldn’t be this way. I was sick. Deranged. I didn’t care. That was a tomorrow problem, and right now, it didn’t matter.

He laid the belt across my naked cheeks. I tensed, anxious about what was to come. One of his big hands settled on my lower back, pinning me down over the top of the pillow. His touch was comforting, and I focused on that instead of worrying about just how terrible this was going to be.

“You will learn to obey me, little mate,” he growled.

I heard the belt cut through the air before it whipped against my naked cheeks, so much harder than before.

The previous strokes paled in comparison to this one.

I tried to breathe through it. I tried to remain strong, but the strikes with the belt came hard and fast, and I quickly felt myself losing all control.

I squirmed. I fought, but his palm on my lower back held me prisoner and forced me to take every last lash.

I whimpered and moaned from the pain, my entire bottom feeling as though it was on fire.

Welt after welt painted my backside, leaving behind terrible, lasting reminders of my refusal to be obedient.

A certain sense of panic came over me as the pain grew to overwhelming proportions, but then something broke inside me.

I surrendered.

I begged for him to stop. I told him I was sorry for being disobedient. I told him I’d be very, very good for him and do what he wanted, but it didn’t matter. The belt continued to punish my naked cheeks again and again, despite my apologies.

I began to feel helpless, and even though it hurt so very much, I knew that I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and that my pussy was soaking wet.

And after this was all over, he was going to find that out for himself. Right before he forced me to take a spanking on my very bare and sensitive little pussy.

My core clenched hard.

“Please. I’m so very sorry,” I pleaded.

The belt was ruthless, brutal, and cruel. It didn’t stop, not even for a second. With vicious efficiency, he focused the belt on my upper thighs. It was terrible. The sting consumed me, and I tried to hold back my tears as they threatened to fall.

It was a futile effort though. Before long, one tear after another escaped from the corners of my eyes and dripped down my cheeks and onto the blankets beneath me. As the belt continued to whip me, I began to sob.

“That’s it, naughty girl. Cry for me,” he purred, and my pussy slickened with liquid heat.

And I did. I cried hard for him.

It took me several long moments to realize that the belt had stopped whipping my bare bottom, only to be replaced with the roughened caress of his palm.

He allowed my tears to dry before lifting me up off the pillow and pulling me into his embrace, my back to his chest. I cried out as my marked backside pressed down onto the bed, but I wasn’t given a choice about it.

He sat down and leaned backwards, before hooking his legs around my ankles and forcing my thighs open wide.

He wound an arm around my waist and held me tight.

His other hand settled on top of my pussy and a sudden intense jolt of fear shot down to my core.

Shit. My punishment wasn’t over. My little pussy was about to get punished next.

“Please, I’ve learned my lesson,” I begged. “Please don’t spank my pussy.”

“Are you afraid?” he asked, ignoring my pleas.

“Yes, sir,” I answered, desperate for him to grant me mercy.

“Good. You should be. Naughty little girls who disobey their masters deserve to be punished. Really bad girls get their little pussies spanked bright red when they need to be reminded of their place,” he answered.

I shuddered against him. My thighs tensed as I tried to close them, but he was far stronger than me. I couldn’t even move them an inch. There would be no avoiding this. I was about to get my pussy spanked for the very first time, and I didn’t have the slightest bit of choice about it.

His palm patted my wet folds gently. Once and then twice.

“You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low next to my ear. His thumb lightly caressed my clit.

“Yes, sir,” I finally answered, knowing it was what he expected of me.

“Bad girls deny their masters access to their bodies, and when they do, they deserve to be punished. Isn’t that right, my little human?” he asked, and I shivered in his embrace.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, feeling my pussy tighten with need.

“Do you deserve to be punished then, baby doll?” he continued, his voice firm, and I could feel myself giving in to him.

“Yes, sir,” I answered timidly.

His palm smacked my pussy hard, much harder than I had anticipated.

He forced my thighs to remain open with his, making me take every last smack on my very tender and overly sensitive folds.

Each time his hand met my flesh, the wet sound echoed shamefully loud.

I squirmed. I cried, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

With the belt, he’d chased away my anger. Now with his palm, he was bringing the lesson home.

It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt.

Each slap against my pussy felt like a burn. Over and over again as I struggled to take it. The complete lack of control hit me, and I submitted. I accepted that I’d been a bad girl and I needed to be punished. That I deserved every single spank on my naughty little pussy.

Tears poured down my face, and I sobbed openly. I apologized over and over, my words soft and almost unintelligible murmurs of my surrender. His palm settled over my very wet and sore folds.

“Is there something you’d like to ask me for now?” he asked gently, his voice coaxing.

“I’m so very sorry. Please fuck my ass, sir,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to swallow back my tears.

“Very good. I’m proud of you, baby doll,” he answered.

Instead of rushing to take my virgin bottom hole though, he simply held me.

He took the hand not holding my pussy and used his thumb to wipe away my tears.

His kindness surprised me. I’d expected him to simply take my ass now that he’d finished my punishment, but he didn’t.

Instead, he lifted me in his arms and turned my body to face his, allowing me to press my face against his chest. I heard the beat of his heart and realized that it was beating remarkably fast. That his skin was warmer than usual.

More things about him that weren’t exactly human.