Page 61 of She will Always be Mine

“Yeah, I do,” I reply hesitantly.

“Good. I want you to use the wooden scale ruler to spank your pussy at my command.”

Fuck! It’s going to burn so bad.

His naughty imagination always leaves me speechless and craving for more despite the slight fear that courses through me. My thighs clench as my pussy throbs in anticipation.

I have always enjoyed the times he spanked me hard. Sometimes, he would spank my ass when I’m on all fours. Other times, he would spank my breasts when I’m tied spread-eagle. Not only does he inflicts pain on me, but he also soothes it away.

“Let me know when you have it,” he says.

Since my table isn’t far away from my bed, I turn onto my stomach and lean forward until I find the scale and stare curiously at it. It’s long and heavy and I shiver, knowing I’ll never look at it the same way again.

“I’m holding it,” I reply, fear and arousal evident in my voice.

“Spread your legs and rub the edge against your slit.”

The second it connects with my pussy’s lips, it feels cold and slightly weird. I’ve never even used any toys to make myself come, let alone spank myself. I rub it up and down, becoming familiar with the sensation, until the friction brings me pleasure.

“Stop.” Riaan’s voice cuts through the air. “I didn’t ask you to enjoy it, filthy girl. I want you to spread yourself with your fingers and lightly tap your clit with the ruler first. Keep doing it until I say otherwise.”

I do and cry out at the sensation, feeling the pleasure build in my core. “Ahh… yes, Riaan.”

“That’s it. You’re ready,” he praises. “Put your panties in your mouth, Nyra. Wouldn’t want you to wake up anyone. Each time I count, you’re going to spank your cunt. Harder, so it burns.”

He pauses while I gag my mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head when the lingering taste of my arousal hits my tongue. God! I’m just as indecent as him for loving being treated like this. My legs quiver while I wait for him to count.

“One.” I slap hard and it stings but feels oh-so good.

“Two.”Slap.

He doesn’t pause to let me breathe and I imagine it’s his hand delivering the spanks and dousing me with a drug-like heat.

“Three.” Slap.Harder than the last.

I moan around my panties, making it wet as my saliva runs down the corner of my mouth. It’s a struggle to keep my legs spread while I can hear Riaan’s breathing turn heavy and his voice thicker with lust as he counts thrice more.

I spank myself again and again until my pussy really starts to hurt and burn like he promised. I’m so lost that I lose count and almost miss his command.

“Stop, baby.” The wooden ruler falls from my grip and as I shift my legs, the pain shoots up my body, especially to my clit where I spanked the last two times. I remove the gag from my mouth and lick my lips. Still, something feels missing, hollow like I’m wound tight. As if he can sense it, he commands again. “Take your pillow and straddle it.”

I feel my cheeks heat but still, I obey him despite the slight pain between my thighs.

“Riaan… I’m too sensitive.”

He ignores me and says, “Ride it and make yourself cum. Grind your clit and don’t stop even when it hurts. Tonight, pain is your only friend, my little liar. Ride that pillow like the bad little girl you are and whisper my name while knowing it wasn’t my fingers, my mouth, or my cock that brought you pleasure. Know it wasn’t my hands that spanked you raw and swollen. And when you’re lying spent while still feeling emptiness inside you, that will be your punishment."

Tears run freely down my face while I listen to him and like the masochist I am, I grind and rub myself on the pillow between my thighs. The harder I thrust, building the friction on my clit, the faster my orgasm builds.

As I chase the feeling, the more I moan and whimper which pleases Riaan, and I hear him praise me, urge me on.

It’s not until he asks me to come for him that I let go and see stars behind my eyes.

I chant his name again and again.

Until only he and I exist.

No more voices whispering and taunting me.

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