Page 19 of The Music in Me

“I will. But not yet. Time for your punishment, Kira,” he said, and his hands left my ass.

A few seconds later, I heard a crack in the air an instant before his belt landed on my ass. I screamed, more in surprise than pain since he had not whipped me too hard. Nerves that just an instant ago had been delivering synapses of pleasure were now made to feel pain, and it left me confused, horny, and aching for more.

“One,” Leon growled. “Count the strokes, or it doesn’t count, Kira. Count the strokes,” he said as he whipped me again, a little harder this time. The leather of his belt was hard enough to leave a mark but too soft to cause any real damage. It still hurt enough to make me clamp my lips together as I waited for the next strike.

“Two,” I yelled, gritting my teeth against the pain and wondering why my pussy clenched in anticipation for the next one. And the next one. And the next one… Each one was just a bit harder than the previous and some of them landed in the same place twice. Tears filled my eyes as we got to the end, and I was holding back a sob as I waited for the last lash.

I heard the crack in the air, stiffened my butt cheeks, and gasped when the last stroke landed dangerously close to my pussy. Pain radiated from the point of contact, exploding through my clit, and then along my spine. An instant before it could register in my brain, Leon had his hand around my waist and two fingers in my cunt. I screamed, body shuddering as I rode the edge of pain and pleasure until there was no more of the former, and all I felt was the latter.

“Good girl,” Leon whispered in my ear as he drove his finger through my slit and stroked me until I was moaning low in my throat and bucking in tune to his touch. I had spent the whole day aroused, so it didn’t take long before I found my rhythm and started to climb rapidly toward the peak.

Leon rubbed a circle around my clit, and I collapsed against the table, knees knocking together and legs shaking on the ground as I reached for the stars. An instant before I came, he stepped back and left me hanging in the air.

“No!” I yelled in frustration, bracing myself against the table as I turned my head around. “Why did you stop? I was so close…”

“I know. You don’t get yours until after dinner,” he said, stepping back between my legs and pushing them open again. “I can say that I was impressed with how well you took your punishment, and you’ll be amply rewarded for that as well.”

“What’s the point?” I muttered in frustration, resting my forehead on the table. “I’ll probably be dead before then. I’d like to see you explain that to the cops.”

“No one has ever died from being denied an orgasm, Kira,” he said with a chuckle. “Now, there’s just one more thing to do before dinner,” he said, and I heard the sound of metal balls knocking against each other an instant before I felt something cold pressed between my legs. Still wet from earlier, he had no problem pushing the first ball in and the second one in after it.

“Is this supposed to be another punishment or a reward?”

“Neither. Or both…” He grinned as he lowered my dress and pulled me to my feet. “I guess it depends on how you look at it. Time to eat, Kira.”

He returned to his chair and sat down, opening the first dish to reveal baked chicken. “Come on,” he beckoned me closer. “You’ll be sitting on my lap tonight.”

I took one step forward and nearly collapsed to the floor as the balls sitting in my pussy jostled against each other. My pussy flooded with heat, and the tremor that passed my body felt like a mini-orgasm. I raised my head and saw Leon wearing a smug grin. I took another step forward and bit back a moan as my pussy wept desperately for relief. Gritting my teeth, I made my way to him and slowly sat down on his lap with his arms around me. My ass was still sore from being whipped, and the pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure from the balls in my pussy.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as he cut a piece of chicken with his knife. “So how was your day?”

Considering our situation, I burst into laughter, unable to help how hilarious the question sounded. He seemed to share in my humor because he smiled right back.

“A bit crazy,” I finally said. “I threw darts at balloons and rode a horse.” He fed me a piece of chicken, and I chewed on it, nodding in approval when I tasted it. “Got whipped by my daddy because I was a bad girl,” I added with a smug grin.

“And did you learn your lesson?”

“Maybe,” I said with a mischievous grin.

“Maybe?” he asked, juggling his knees a little and sending the balls inside me rolling against each other.

I dug my fingers into his arm and buried my head against his chest, panting as I waited for the streaks of sensations tearing through me to subside before I nodded. “Yes… Yes, I learned my lesson.” I raised my head and scowled at him. “You’re really enjoying all of this, aren’t you?”

“A little,” he admitted.

“And how long have you been dreaming about spanking me, and whipping me, and doing all of the other stuff?”

“Other stuff?”

“Fucking my brains out,” I said, staring at him.

He didn’t give me the satisfaction of a reaction. If anything, he seemed amused by my question. “It’s hard to tell,” he said as he picked up the bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. “The fucking part is recent. Very recent. Honestly, it wasn’t until you agreed to come to the cabin with me that I really started to think about it.”

“And the other parts?”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about that for a very long time. Every time you pissed me off or got yourself into trouble. But I think the first time I really considered turning you over my knees and spanking you was when you and your friends got arrested in Rome, and I had to bail you out.”

“Rome?!” I gasped. “That was like six years ago. So you’re telling me you’ve been dreaming about spanking me for the past six years?”

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