Page 4 of Disciplining Dana

“One, sir!” she cried out as she knew she should. Kurt had played a game once where he’d tricked her into taking several swats without calling them out, making her start from the beginning. Having learnt her lesson, she’d vowed never to let him pull that on her again.

Fire burst across her other cheek.

“Two, sir!” The second swat was soon followed by a third, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and by the tenth, Dana’s cry was a shuddering mix of pain and ecstasy.

Kurt paused. “Good girl, Dana. Good girl.” He returned to gently massaging her ass, and the swirl of his palm burned in a way that made her ass arch upward, greedy for his touch.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you’re a little needy?” he asked quietly.

“Pretty sure it’s my crying that makes you find me gorgeous.”

Again, he laughed. “Touché.” He ran his fingers up her spine, across her shoulder, then back downward, raising goosebumps in his wake. He grazed his nails along her rib cage, stopping to cup her breast. Rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched down with slow, steady pressure that soon had her back bowing as he tore another cry out of her. He moved across to do the same thing to her other bud, and by the time he’d finished, she hung taut against the restraints, whimpering.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a good, good girl.”

His praise lessened a measure of the thrumming pain still radiating through her. When he removed his hand from her breast, it reappeared a moment later at her pussy, palming it. He parted her with his fingers as he brushed his thumb over her clit in a circular pattern.

“Ahhh!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, yes, sir.”

“Your fucking pussy’s dripping, Dana. What would you like? You want me to make you come? Would you like that?”

“Yes, sir! Please, sir!”

“Or should I spank that sweet little ass of yours again?”

“Sir...”

“Yeesss?”

“Please.”

“Okay, another spanking it is.”

“No!” Dana cried, but Kurt’s hand was already gone. A second later, another ten swats came crashing down. By the end of this newest set of ten smacks, the articulation of her count had become almost unintelligible, the words smeared with pain.

Kurt caressed her ass until her cries turned to whimpers. When he leaned over her once more, his breath was a feather against her ear.

“So… do you want to come this time, Dana? Or count out another ten?”

“I told you before!” she protested weakly.

“I sensed… uncertainty in your answer.”

“There wasn’t!”

“What. Do. You. Want?”

Dana groaned. “Please make me come, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He moved his fingers back to her sex, parting her folds, dipping inside her. Dana gasped, and as Kurt began to fingerfuck her, her voice turned from whimpers to moans. Once more, he returned his thumb to her clit, and soon Dana was shivering within the restraints, balanced on the edge of the orgasm she’d asked for and he was finally giving.

“God, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered in her ear.

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