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“Y-yes,” she whimpers. “You want me to… to… I’m sorry for insulting you, and, um… Thank you for… for correcting me?”

“Good girl,” I say, pleased that she was able to remember that much. I bring my hand down again, harder than last time.

She jerks and makes another few distressed sounds, and this time… This time, her sobs are all for me. I can enjoy them now, especially as she says, “I’m sorry for being ungrateful. I… Thank you for… for disciplining me.”

I nod in approval and brush my knuckles over her cunt before lifting my hand and spanking her once more. I watch how her body jerks, and the clamps pull at her nipples. The skin around them is deepening in color, bruising from the abuse.

She squirms and writhes, but it does her no good. She only makes it worse for herself, even as she babbles her apology and subsequent thanks for the slap.

I do the next two in quick succession, barely giving her time to apologize and thank me between them. Her pussy is hotter now, and I can feel it throb under my touch.

Her tears flow freely, too, and she sobs with every word.

I increase my force for the next several blows, and she cries out desperately after each one.

“S-sorry,” she slurs, “and… thank you…”

Not as coherent as before, but it’s fine. I brush the back of my hand over her tear-stained cheeks and smile.

“One more,” I tell her, “and then I’ve forgiven you. Do you want that?”

It seems to take a moment for the words to sink in, then Stef nods. “Y-yes. Yes, p-please forgive me.”

I raise my arm. Stef tenses and sobs, squeezing her eyes shut.

I bring my hand down on her pussy in a light slap.

She lets out a startled little sound, not as intense as the others, and looks up at me as she chants her apology and thanks. She sounds out of it, and her entire body is trembling as she takes the blow and tries not to twitch too much from it.

“Good girl,” I say. “You’re done.” I move to unbuckle her wrists and ankles from each other, and I have to stop her from moving her hands too much and putting tension on the nipple clamps. I unhook the chains, then cup her breasts. “Now, sit up and give your master a hug.”

Shuddering, Stef obeys, though her motions are sluggish. She reaches out to hug me and ends up clinging to me. I let her, even wrapping an arm around her in turn for a moment before I pull back.

She whimpers, but I ignore her as I unfasten the nipple clamps. She lets out pained sounds, for all that she tries to bite them back, as blood rushes back into her nipples.

I pull her into my lap, and only once she’s straddling me do I realize that I’m hard. I ignore my cock and stroke her hair while she sobs into my shoulder.

“There you go,” I murmur. “You know I only want what’s best for you.”

She doesn’t respond to that for a moment, simply crying against me. Finally, she whispers, “I know. Thank you for… for teaching me a lesson, Master. Please, I…” She shivers and looks up at me with her red, red eyes from so many tears cried. “Can I thank you properly?”

I incline my head at her. “How would you do that?”

“I can…” She swallows hard, nuzzling into my shoulder again and kissing me through my shirt. “I can suck you or… Or I can ride you? I can make you feel really… really good.”

I suppress a small groan. I don’t think she truly wants me, not yet, but I should reward her for this. I should let her associate my cock with comfort, so she’ll come to crave me.

“You may ride me,” I tell her with a small nod. I reach down and slide my fingers between her folds, and I’m surprised to find it slick. I thought she would need lube or warm-up, first.

“Th-thank you,” she says, and she sounds a little surprised. She squirms on my lap, then shifts so she can get to my pants.

Her slim hand on my cock sends a thrum of arousal through me. I move so it’s easier for her to line up, and she casts me another odd look before getting into position.

I stroke her back as she lowers herself onto my cock. I let out a soft groan at the slick warmth, and she gives an answering whimper as she bears down on me. She rests her hands on my shoulders, and as she stabilizes herself, I reach out to tweak her nipples. She gasps, writhing atop me.

“Shh,” I say soothingly. “Enjoy yourself. You’re good now.” I lean down to lick one of her pert, abused little nipples, and I feel her shudder around me. Her fingers tighten around my shoulders, and she tilts her head back.

“I will be,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry I… I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

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