Page 38 of Savage Games

She didn’t respond.

Feeling for the small brass crank below the upper platform, I turned it as I watched the stirrups swing outward, opening her legs painfully wide.

Elizabeth cried out but was powerless to stop it.

Releasing the crank, my hand went to the buttons on my shirt, then my cuffs. Shrugging out of the confining garment, I tossed it on the bed as I made my way to a carefully concealed cabinet built into the wall. As I pulled down on the hidden lever, the cabinet doors sprang open, revealing many whips, paddles, restraints, and insertion implements.

Knowing I would be too dangerous with a whip this evening, I selected a riding crop with a particularly long leather keeper and a lightweight bamboo shaft.

Returning to Elizabeth, I placed the leather keeper under her chin and raised her head. Looking down the shaft of the riding crop before meeting my eyes, she sobbed.

“Please, Richard! I’m sorry!”

“I know, little one. But I also know you need this. You’ve become wild and are now a danger to yourself. I am only doing this for your own good.”

“Please don’t!” she wailed.

“You begging me not to punish you only proves how much you need this punishment. You didn’t honestly think you could run away from me in the middle of the night and only get off with a quick ass fucking, did you? Your mind is filled with chaotic thoughts, which are leading you to reckless conclusions. After tonight, your only thought will be of the pain and of me. Things will be more simple and uncomplicated then.”

“I’m scared,” she whimpered.

Leaning in close, I kissed her forehead, then whispered into her ear, “You should be.”

Circling around to the end of the chair, I stood between her legs, which were stretched obscenely wide. The upholstered platform of the chair ended at her lower abdomen, which allowed easy access to both her cunt and ass. With her legs stretched open, both her small puckered hole and the delicate lips of her pussy were vulnerable to the lash. Her dark hole was still red and a little open from the brutal fucking I had given her less than two hours earlier. It still being sore and gaping would allow this punishment to be that much more effective.

If this were a proper punishment, I would also shove a piece of ginger up her ass so she might feel the burn both inside and out, but given the late hour, that would have to wait till tomorrow’s discipline session.

Adjusting the grip of the riding crop in my hand, I asked her again, “What have you done to deserve this, Elizabeth?”

“I’ve been a bad girl,” came her muffled response as she buried her head in the soft fabric of the chair. The muscles of her thighs and ass cheeks clenched as she anticipated the first strike. She didn’t have long to wait.

Raising my arm, I aimed her first riding crop lash dead center between her ass cheeks.

Elizabeth howled, her body arching as she pulled on the restraints.

Over and over again, I whipped her ass. Watching as dark pink strap marks appeared on the back of her thighs and ass. I had to be careful. This was about her punishment, not my anger. If it became about my anger, we would both be in danger.

Despite her cries, I could also see the dark stain of arousal as she drenched the fabric between her outstretched legs.

Fight it all she wanted… I knew what my baby needed.

Dropping the crop, I placed my fingers on her cunt.

“What do you say?”

“I’m sorry!” she moaned.

Using my two middle fingers, I flicked her clit, teasing her. Placing my left palm on her bottom cheek, I felt the heat rise off her skin. Just for good measure, I gave her a few open-handed spanks. Elizabeth’s hips bounced with each touch as she cried out.

Not until her ass was a bright cherry red, glowing with heat and pain, did I stop. Driving three fingers into her tight cunt, I ground out, “Say it.”

“I’m a bad girl.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m a bad girl.”

I pumped my hand into her barely willing body, feeling her muscles desperately clenching around my fingers. “You’re a dirty little girl who deserves this pain.”

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