Yes, today, here and now, she was a slut, wanted to be a slut, his slut, her body most willingly available for his use, needing to be used for his sexual pleasure, and thereby satisfying her own depraved needs. She opened her mouth and sucked the wet cock into her mouth, tasting her own sexual excitement, to take as much as she could without moving from her position, wanting it all. Sucking it with a desire she could not hide, when it fell out she licked it all over, and then licked his balls before capturing the head once again to take him into her mouth and push it down her own throat, fighting the feeling she would gag, her nostrils flaring as she needed to breath. She wanted it all in her, if not in her pussy, then in her mouth, or wherever he wanted. She looked up at him and her eyes said that all her holes were his to use, but she knew he already knew that. But again he did not wait to cum, and pulled his cock from her mouth and got off the bed to look down at her, again leaving her wanting more with her gaping mouth open like a goldfish out of water.
“Turn over, on your stomach, arms extended to the corners and legs spread. This is the last position, number eight.” And she turned over and centered herself on the bed, hoping he would take her from behind, the only hole he had not yet used. She even lifted her ass up subtly, hoping to entice him. He noticed and smiled to himself, making an mental note for later. But all she heard was footsteps as he left the room, leaving her to think about what had happened so far, and ponder what was to come.
He knew it was time to pause and let her imagination and anticipation grow before he continued the next part of the evening. She pressed her breasts and pelvis into the bedcover, trying to get some relief from the razor’s edge of frustration she felt from being brought so close but not achieving an orgasm. She needed badly to orgasm, and have him cum in her pussy and her mouth, to taste him again, and have him use her for his pleasure, but knew better than to move from her position to use her hands to play with herself.
Her orgasm was under his control. It seemed like much longer, but she had only been here for about an hour since she arrived, and there were many more hours to go, and now the seconds ticked by slowly. She wanted more of the taste of pain he had already given her, much more, and she knew she had received only a tease of what he was capable of. She hoped he would make her scream for relief, and could she orgasm just from the pain, she wondered. She had already felt how wet she got just from what he had done so far, but could it take her over the top? And then a quiet bliss came over her, and she relaxed in mind and body as she surrendered to her situation. She was so lost in thoughts of sex and torture and pain, even imagining it was her sweet, vanilla lover at home doing it to her, she did not hear him return, and was startled to feel him caress her ass, and then give her a shocking smack with the crop to bring her out of her reverie.
He had her get up from the bed, and spent the next half hour going through the different positions, watching her scramble from one to the next, giving her incentive with the crop, or using it to correct her if she was too slow or got it wrong, or sometimes just hitting her because she was available and it was his right. She worked up a sweat keeping up with his demands, which glistened on her naked body. But in the end, she had them down pat, and was able to go from one to any other smoothly and effortlessly. He finally had her stand in position five, came up to her to stand so her breasts pressed against his chest and grabbed her by the hair tightly, pulled her head back as he kissed her again, deeply and crushing her lips with his own.
He finally pulled away, leaving her breathless, and said, “I am very pleased, you are better than I ever could have expected, and it really is my pleasure to have you here.” She looked up at him in adoration, almost beginning to tear up with happiness at this unexpected compliment, knowing now that this was what she needed for the rest of her life. Giving her submission and accepting the pain was part of her true nature, and could not be denied any longer.
“Thank you, sir, and you have already given me more than I ever could have hoped,” she replied with all her heart. “I only hope I can continue to make you want me.”
He kissed her softly as a lover would, then moved back away from her and stripped naked, as he had dressed when he left the room before. He sat down on the bed, called her over and once she was near, grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side and then face down over his thighs. Her toes and hands were on the floor on either side of him, her stomach pressed against his thighs and her lovely ass was sticking up exposed and available to him. He softly caressed first one cheek and then the other before the first slap came down sharply, startling her even if it was not really that painful.
She let out an “Ahhhh” that only begged for more. He knew that it was not the strength of each spank, but the accumulation of them over the course of the spanking, so he started out with a series of smacks that were sharp but not that hard, moving back and forth from cheek to cheek. She actually raised her ass whenever he hesitated for a moment as if she wanted more, as she did. She did not make much noise, just a series of “ooh’s and aah’s” as the spanks landed, which was natural. And every now and then he landed one a lot harder, which elicited a stronger response of “ugh” or a sharp intake of breath.
After a dozen smacks he stopped and caressed the slightly reddened cheeks, giving her a chance to relax her buttocks again, and again suddenly gave her a hard smack to bring her out of her reverie. He continued to spank her, sometimes hard, sometimes less so, intermittently stopping to caress softly, and maddeningly so to her, her previously perfectly pale white ass cheeks becoming increasingly redder and redder.
After a while he moved a hand down to dip a finger in her soaking wet pussy, and he was pleased to see that she had left her legs apart and her pussy available, even during the spanking. After rubbing his fingers over her engorged pussy lips and pressing one against her sensitive clit, he slid several deeply into her before removing them and bringing his hand coated in her juices to her face. She could smell her arousal, as if she didn’t already know it, and opened her mouth to take his fingers into her mouth and clean them off.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” she responded.
“And you are enjoying this too, aren’t you?” he asked as he once again probed her wet pussy, flicking across her engorged clitoris several times with his thumb, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch.
“Yes sir,” she admitted, as it was evident to them both.
“And what do you say?” he continued. And landed another smack, harder than any previous one.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Thank you for what?” he pressed.
“Thank you for… for spanking me, sir,.” she responded in a soft high voice, sounding like the little girl she felt like, contrite and with more than a little embarrassment in her voice.
“And what do you want?”
“Please spank me more, and harder if it pleases you, sir,” she said with great sincerity in that same little girl voice.
So he began to spank her, quicker and harder, and continued without stopping until her ass was a much darker shade of red and her legs began to flail, the legs bending wildly up and down at the knees. She did not try to avoid his smacks, keeping her hands on the floor, and stayed balanced on his thighs. But he stopped momentarily and immediately she realized he had picked up a wood flat backed hairbrush and was using that on her already sensitive ass, alternating from one cheek to the other. As it no longer affected his hand no matter how hard he smacked her, the blows landed very hard, and she began to cry out in pain.
“Owww.. sssstt…yowch….aaahhh….owww… please, no… more… I’ll be good… owww…,” and on and on her pleas and cries went out with each slap of the flat back of the hairbrush on some part of her ass, or occasionally her upper thighs, until eventually there was no spot left untouched. She eventually had to bring a hand up and behind her to try to protect her ass from the hard blows. But of course he was easily able to catch her wrist and pull her arm behind her back, adding to her immobility and causing her some discomfort as he pulled it up on her back. Worse, to make her even more exposed to his punishment he brought one leg over hers, immobilizing them and bending her over tight at the waist.
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