Page 22 of Sinister Games

From the bare glow of the streetlamp, I could see the red scrapes on her pale ass from the stone wall as I hiked the sweater dress up even higher.

“Do you like being displayed like this? Do you like knowing that at any moment a passerby could get a full view of your beautiful ass?”

Elizabeth only whimpered.

Raising my arm, I laid the flat of my palm down on her right cheek.

Her body lurched upward as she cried out.

“Answer me. Tell me what a dirty little girl you are… tell me.”

Sobbing, Elizabeth relented. “I’m a dirty girl.”

“Should I spank my dirty girl?”

“Yes! Oh, God, spank me!”

Not wanting to waste time with my belt and wanting to feel her flesh beneath my hand, I gave her the punishment she begged for. Laying the flat of my palm down over and over again till her creamy white skin glowed a bright crimson red. I loved watching her curves contract then bounce with every strike. The way she reared up on her toes only to push back and accept the hit.

One day soon, she would be properly punished, not this coy spanking, but that would have to wait till she was more fully under my control.

Fisting the fabric of her dress right at her lower back to keep her prone and submissive, I started my new assault.

Without preamble I thrust three fingers into her now swollen pussy. She was still wet and dripping from her earlier orgasm.

“Are you ready to take four fingers?”

“Please, no. Please don’t. It’ll hurt.”

“That’s what you want, admit it, Elizabeth. You want me to make it hurt.”

Ignoring her refusal, I twisted my hand till I was able to push a fourth finger into her small hole.

She reared up onto her toes. “Take them out! It’s too much! It hurts!”

“Lower your voice or I will force all my fingers in,” I warned.

“Please,” she whimpered more softly.

“Spread your legs.”

When she didn’t immediately obey, I kicked at her boots. Her legs spread wider. Taking a moment, I appreciated how degrading her position was, bent over with her bare, punished red ass in the air and my hand pushed between her trembling, cum-stained thighs.

Putting more pressure on my restraining hand on her back, I pulled my fingers free till almost the tips then thrust them back in. My cock was significantly wider than my four fingers so she needed to learn to accept the girth.

This time I continued to push harder, feeling her inner muscles tremble and stretch as the entrance of her pussy resisted, putting pressure against my knuckles. I began to thrust and shove in earnest. Watching as her poor pussy began to gape from the beating it was taking.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of it.”

Elizabeth moaned in response.

Releasing the fabric of her dress, my hand fisted in the mass of curls down her back. As I violently pulled on her hair, her body arched. Her head tilted back as her mouth opened. I gave one more ruthless thrust of my hand, coming daringly close to full-on fisting her.

The moment she began to scream her orgasm, my mouth crashed down on hers. Thrusting my tongue in deep, I licked and laved every scream of pleasurable pain that racked her small body. Grinding my cock against the sharp edge of the stone pillar as I imagined one day forcing a large dildo up inside her the moment I pushed my cock deep down her throat.

Releasing her mouth, I let her head drop back down as she laid limp and spent. Slowly removing my hand, I took several steps back, admiring her prone form. The gleam of her pale skin against her black boots. Her beautiful mass of hair covering her face in a messy tangle of chestnut curls and waves. The blush on her ass cheeks from my own hand.

She looked like a pagan sacrifice on an altar.

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