“Fourteen Master.”
Her bum was now bright red and looked quite sore. It was also very warm. In places, my handprint was clearly visible, and the marks weren’t fading like they had before.
“You’re doing very well slave, only four more to go,” I told her.
“Thank you, Master,” she said with a hint of relief.
As I ran my right hand over her bum, I slid my left hand up her back and took hold of her ponytail, wrapping my fingers in it so I had a firm grip. I then pulled her head up a little by her hair as I lifted my right hand off her. I paused for a second or two, waited for her to tense, and then gave her bum a really hard smack. As my hand landed on her ass I gave her ponytail a sharp tug, snapping her head back. The sound of the smack reverberated around the barn.
“OWWW!… Fifteen… Master,” she cried.
I paused then smacked her really hard again, as I simultaneously tugged her ponytail. She bucked against my thighs and wriggled.
“Awww… Sixteen Master,” she whimpered as she took deep breaths.
I released some of the tension in her ponytail and let her head fall forward a little, as I placed the palm of my right hand on her bum. I didn’t press too hard, but I did allow my fingertips to dig into her sore flesh.
“Ahhh…” she moaned and wiggled her hips a little.
I spent some time caressing her bum before I pulled my hand away and lifted her head by her ponytail once again. I smacked her ass and tugged her ponytail for the final two times.
“Seventeen… Eighteen Master.” The relief in her voice was obvious.
I let go of her hair and rested my left hand on her back and used my right hand to gently rub her bum. I had noticed something, and I decided to play a little cruel game with her. “You forgot to call me Master when you said seventeen.”
Her head snapped round to look at me over her shoulder. “What? But I said Master after eighteen.”
“Yes you did, but what did I tell you about miscounting slave?”
“But… but I didn’t miscount,” she pleaded with me.
“Miscounting includes forgetting to call me Master. Don’t you remember me reminding you to call me Master after each number?” I replied looking at her seriously. “Looks like I’m going to have to start again.”
“Please Master… I’m sorry, I really am. Please don’t start again,” she begged me, her eyes wide with fear. “It won’t happen again, I promise… please…”
Seeing her look so scared and hearing her beg like this made my cock twitch in my trousers. “I’m not sure your promise is enough. I told you earlier that I owned you and if I want to start again then I will start again.” To emphasise the point I gave her bum a gentle smack.
She dropped her head forward and gave a little sniff. “As you wish Master. I understand. You do own me. If you want to start again then I will submit to your authority.”
This was exactly the reaction I had hoped to get from her. I had no intention of starting again but I wanted her to understand and, more importantly, accept I could start again if I wanted to. I wanted her to confirm her total submission to me, not just when I collared her but when it really mattered. Like now, when she was over my knees, my hand poised above her already bruised and sore backside. When she knew if I started again the pain she felt now would only get worse.
I gently stroked her shoulder with my left hand. “I’m pleased to hear you accept that I own you, slave. I won’t start again this time. I will hold you to your promise. Don’t forget next time. Ok?”
She turned her head to look at me once more with a small, relieved smile. “Thank you, Master. I promise I won’t and thank you for punishing me, Master. I won’t be late again.”
“Good girl,” I said, giving her bum a soothing rub before slipping my fingers between her cheeks, seeking out her pussy. When my fingers found the edge of her soaked sex my cock grew hard in my trousers, and I knew instantly I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her hard.
“Stand up,” I told her.
“Yes, Master.” She stood up, her underwear releasing from her knees and dropping to the floor. Without saying anything to her, I took her by the hand and guided her to a circular table. I turned her around, so she was facing it, placed my left hand between her shoulder blades and roughly pushed her chest down onto the table, her head turned to one side. I kept my hand on her slightly arched back as I used my other hand to drag her skirt up over her ass before I placed my foot between her legs and pushed outwards against her feet until her legs were spread.
I looked down at her sore, red ass and I gently ran my hand over it, appreciating the feeling of her soft hot skin, before I slipped my hand between her legs and slowly dragged my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I found her wet pussy.
“Mmmm,” she sighed.
I dragged my middle finger gently over her pussy feeling how wet she was and then slid it back down again. As I did this she wiggled her hips a little and gave a little stifled moan. I continued to glide my finger up and down her pussy for a few seconds before I withdrew my hand and rubbed her bum some more. I then slipped my hand in between her legs again and dragged my fingers over her sex.
“Your pussy feels so smooth slave,” I said.
“Thank you, Master, I wax it.”
“Make sure you keep it like this.”
“Yes, Master”
I kept alternating between gently rubbing her bum and dragging my fingers over pussy for a minute or so. Each time I ran my fingers over her pussy I would press my middle finger a little further between the folds of her lips until finally the tip of my finger found the hood of her clit. When the tip of my finger brushed against it, and I slid my finger over it to find her swollen clit she moaned. I paused for a split second before I began to run my fingertip over her clit in small circular motions. I did not press too hard to start with but with each rotation of my finger I increased the pressure until I could feel the nub of flesh pressing against my fingertip. Now I began to rotate my finger a little faster. As I did this I noticed she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She also swayed her hips slightly and pushed down a little onto my hand.
“Ohhh… mmmm…” she moaned.
As she moaned I pressed my fingertip hard against her clit and moved it slightly from side to side, before I released the pressure and returned to caressing it gently like I had before. I continued to massage her clit like this as I listened to her breathing and moaning and watched as her body react to my touch.
After a while, I slipped my finger off her clit and slid up between her lips until I found her opening. I gently ran my finger around it a couple of times before I pressed my fingertip inside her.
“Ooooh,” she gasped.
I withdrew my fingertip and then slid my finger back in. All the way to my knuckle. I held it there for a second before I withdrew it, then slipped it back in. Her pussy clenched tight around my finger, but she was so wet there was no resistance when I pulled it out again and slid it back in. I continued to do this. Pushing my finger deep inside her and then pulling it out, increasing the speed with each thrust of my finger.
Her breathing was getting shorter now and I could feel her pussy tightening and relaxing as I finger fucked her. I knew if I kept this up it would not be long before she came. But I did not want her to cum yet. So I slipped my finger out of her and pulled my hand away from her pussy. When I did this she opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked slightly disappointed, but this changed when I lifted my wet fingers to my mouth and licked her juices off my fingers before popping them in my mouth one by one and sucking them clean.
“You taste good slave,” I said with a smile.
“Thank you, Master.”
I slipped my hand back between her legs and slid my fingers over her pussy again, making sure my fingers were wet once again. I lifted my hand away from her but this time I leant forward and moved my hand towards her until my fingers were just in front of her face.
“Clean them for me.”
She hesitated for a moment then lifted her head off the table a little. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth, and she tentatively licked my fingers.
Without warning I pushed a couple of fingers into her mouth. “That won’t do slave. I said clean them.”
She closed her mouth, and I could feel her tongue working around and between my fingers as she sucked on them. I left my fingers in her mouth for a moment or two before I pulled them out and inserted the other two. Again I let her suck these clean before withdrawing them. Finally, I slipped my thumb into her mouth.
I left my thumb in her mouth for a few seconds as she sucked on it, then smiled at her. “That’s my good girl,” I said, then slowly slid my thumb out of her mouth.
As I moved my hand away from her mouth I reached over and took hold of her right wrist and pulled her arm around behind her back, bending it so her wrist was in the middle of her back. I then reached over with my left hand and did the same thing but this time I placed her left wrist over her right wrist and held them together with my left hand as if she was handcuffed behind her back. My right hand was now free. I used that to unbutton my trousers and push them down over my hips, along with my underwear. As my hard cock sprung free, I took hold of it and pressed it down, so it nestled between her ass cheeks. I rocked my hips back and forward a little so she could feel my cock against her skin.
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