Page 10 of The Ties We Break

“Erm… I–I came f–four times, Master. I–I’m so s–sorry,” she stumbles.

“Very good, Petal. Even though you must be punished for disobeying me, I’m very proud of you for telling me the truth when asked. For your punishment, you will receive forty blows, ten for every time you disobeyed me. However, because you were good enough to tell me the truth, you get to pick what instrument I use. Do you want options, or would you like to choose?” he whispers in her ear, and clearly, the sound system is top-notch because we hear every word as though we were in there with them. As his voice hits her ear, I can see a small shiver ripple down her spine as the anticipation builds.

“Master, I know I probably deserve something stronger, and if I need to choose something different, I will. But if I have a choice, I would love it if you could use your hand.” Her voice is clear and full of purpose, which brings a small smile to her Master's face.

“I said you could choose, Petal, and I will allow it. You know the rules, right?” he asks her, and she instantly replies.

“Yes, Master. I must count every blow as it happens, and if I stop or get the number wrong, you will start again.”

“Very good,” he says simultaneously as he slaps her right ass cheek with his hand.

A discernible, high-pitched yelp is quickly replaced by Petal shouting, “One!” He smiles as he gently strokes what I can now see is a bright red handprint on her creamy white round ass cheek. Clearly, he isn’t fucking around or holding back. He’s spanking her hard, but with each blow, it’s apparent that she is enjoying herself. As she calls out each number, her breath sounds more like panting, and her yelps sound more like moans.

Every so often, after a couple of spanks, he pauses to massage her bright red ass, and her groans of delight tell me she’s getting a lot out of that gentle touch.

“Thirty-Five,” she pants, as he again massages her inflamed ass cheeks. For the last few spanks, he begins to cover the top of her legs, so her thighs are a bright red colour matching her ass.

When he spanks her thighs, the way he strokes across her ass afterwards seems different. I’m enthralled and shuffle forward until I am on the edge of my seat again, as I try to ignore the fire that has been lit in my core.

Stroking over the redness, this time, he appears to be making a conscious effort to trail his fingers across her exposed pussy. Before now, he has been meticulous not to touch it at all, but now he is clearly allowing the slightest of touches. As the pad of his finger presses against her most sensitive area, her breath hitches, and she lets out a small moan. He takes his time stroking her inflamed ass, ensuring he touches her pussy a little bit more each time.

SLAP!

SLAP!

In quick succession, the guy hits her twice, once on each ass cheek. His hand was further across than before, and he must have made contact with her clit. It results in the loudest cry we’ve heard from Petal, but still, she wastes no time shouting the numbers thirty-six and thirty-seven straight away. Her breathing comes out in pants, and she whimpers as she tries to get control of herself, something that he doesn’t allow. He wastes no time in landing another two blows. This time they are on her upper thighs, but again, close enough that his hand lands on her pussy.

Her screams are loud, and despite her grip on the table never changing, she does begin to squirm with these blows. Even with all the crying and whimpering, she still remembers to call out the numbers. I have no idea how the fuck she manages that. I’m so caught up watching that I've even forgotten what number she is up to, so I’m very impressed. Her Master seems to be too, as he strokes along her back whilst whispering reassuring words in her ear.

Petal finally begins to stand still whilst her Master gently strokes over where he just spanked. She whimpers lightly; his last few blows must have caused her some pain. But then again, her whimpers have a slight moan to them, and as his fingers directly brush across her clit, they become more intense.

Kneeling beside her ass, he gently takes one finger and slides it through her slit, from her asshole down to her clit. Her whole body shudders, and as he pulls his finger away, he holds it up in the air. He’s doing it so we can see his finger is glistening.

“Petal, are you getting turned on by your punishment?” he asks as he lazily licks all of her juices off his finger. A light moan fills the room, and at first, I wonder why she is moaning because, from their current positions, he doesn’t appear to be doing anything. That’s when I realised it was me who let out the moan.

A blush spreads to my cheeks, and I couldn’t be more humiliated. At least the room is dim enough that people might not know it was me; they could think it was Sian. I dare not even look over at her. She had to have heard me. As I'm about to let my embarrassment consume me, I hear Petal responding to his question.

“Yes, Master! I’m sorry,” she cries out.

He doesn’t say another word. Instead, he remains kneeling on the floor, stroking her ass cheeks, and trailing the tip of his finger through her slit every so often, making sure to suck it clean afterwards. He does this for a short while before he stops abruptly.

“If you are a good girl, I will give you what you want. But if you are a bad girl, you will be forbidden from coming for an entire week, no matter how much I play with you. Understood?” Petal nods, and he continues. “Good. Now, tell everyone what it is you want most,” he instructs as the pad of his thumb lightly grazes over her clit. From this angle, it looks like he doesn’t even touch her, but her responding groan tells me he did.

“If I’m a good girl, I would love for my Master to make me come. I promise not to come without permission, but I would like to come.” Her voice is high-pitched and breathy as she tries not to squirm under his touch.

“And how would you like me to make you come?” he asks, blowing on her clit. I feel myself clamping my legs together and squirming in my seat, desperately aching to touch myself. I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to have someone blow on your most sensitive area, but given her cries of pleasure, it’s clearly something I would enjoy.

“Master, you can fuck me however you want. I am your slave, and my body belongs to you. My mouth, my pussy, and my ass are all yours. If you honour me with an orgasm, then that’s a bonus, but it would make me very happy if you think I’ve been a good enough girl that you want to use me,” she replies, and I can’t help the shock that must be etched across my face. Even in the books I’ve read, the women never speak this way. Never have I heard someone give their body over to someone else so completely in every way. She must trust him very much.

That’s when it dawns on me, this is precisely what I will have to do. Not necessarily this exact scene, but there’s no denying I will have to give myself over to someone for one night completely. The only difference is that he will be a complete stranger, and I won’t know if I can trust him immediately.

Before I can ponder that scary thought too much, I’m pulled back into the scene by a loud smack, just in time to see him landing a hard blow directly onto Petal’s clit.

Petal howls instantly and begins writhing in pain, but she doesn’t hesitate. Despite her cries of pain, possibly combined with pleasure, she immediately shouts, “Forty!”

That seems to be what he is waiting for because as soon as the words leave her mouth, a smile spreads across her Master’s face before he drags his tongue along her slit. Without wasting any time, he shuffles closer and begins an oral assault on her pussy.

Her moans and whimpers fill the room, and I feel so frustrated that I can’t see exactly what he is doing to her. My imagination runs wild as I think of all the ways his tongue could torment her, and I can’t help but wish he was doing it to me.

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