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“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.
His arms wound around my shoulders, and he pressed his lips to the top of my head. My pussy was so sore that I couldn’t close my thighs, and I tried very hard to avoid pressing it against the surface of the bed. My tears slowly dried, and the longer he held me, the calmer I became. I also couldn’t deny the fact that I was very aroused too.
My punishment, both the belt whipping and pussy spanking, had turned me on.
“You took your punishment very well, sweet girl,” he murmured, and I lifted my eyes to look into his. I hummed with pleasure at his words before he started to slide his finger up and down my clit. My hips rocked to meet his touch, and I whimpered as the pressure of his palm reminded me just how scalded my pussy was from when he’d spanked it.
“And after all that, you’re still very, very wet for me,” he purred, and I moaned as he continued to caress me.
“Please,” I begged. Everything hurt. Everything buzzed with bliss that demanded to be set free. I wanted to come.
“Come, on your hands and knees for me. Show me that bright red little pussy, and then I want you to spread your pretty marked bottom and show me that tight little virgin hole. Show me so that I can fuck it,” he said firmly, and a soft cry of shock emerged from my lips. His arms loosened and he released me, before he stood and waited for me to obey his wishes.
And I did. Without a moment’s hesitation this time.
Turning around, I crawled on the bed until my bottom was facing him. With a soft whimper, I arched my back and presented my bare pussy to him.
“Such a very well spanked little pussy,” he murmured, and I felt myself flush with shame. Even then, my inner walls fluttered expectantly, almost as if my body was begging to be fucked once again.
I shivered and leaned forward, turning my head and balancing my upper weight on my right shoulder. I was thankful that he couldn’t see my face because I was quite certain that I was blushing bright red from what I was going to do for him next.
With trepidation, I reached backwards and took my bottom cheeks in my fingers. Slowly, I spread myself open for him, and I could feel myself shaking. I waited, knowing he was staring at my wet little pussy and my very reluctant virgin hole. Knowing that he could see that I was growing even wetter. That he could see every time my little pussy clenched with desire as I thought about how his massive cock was about to take my virgin bottom hole for the very first time.
So I waited. Trembling as he inspected me.
I was so ashamed. So aroused.
I wanted to come. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked in the place where good girls never got fucked.
I felt naughty for thinking such things, but those very same thoughts were making my needy little clit throb with desire to be taken in such a shameful way.
His fingers grazed the backs of my thighs, skimming along the painful welts that his belt had left behind.
“There’s just one last place for me to mark and that’s this tight little hole,” he murmured softly, and I bit my lip. “You’ve never felt a cock here, have you, baby doll?” he added gently, and a shiver raced down my spine.
