Adult Blogs - Bad Girl! - Part III (Final Part)
March 06, 2007 12:00 amAnal-Ease Cream - .5 OZ.
Pure White Pleasure Plug
Variations Leatherette Studded Paddle
Viper's Tongue
Once again I was surprised to see that not only did she maintain her position somehow, but she managed to keep that plug inserted nearly as deeply as it began. I tossed the paddle aside and gently rubbed and kneaded her blistered ass, knowing the massage would bring new pain but also the reassurance of my touch. Her face was streaked with tears and the blankets were soaked beneath her face from all her crying.
I told her that I was proud of her for taking her punishment thus far like a good girl. I told her that I realized how much control it took for her to maintain position and also keep the plug firmly in place. But then I reminded her that was exactly why she was now being punished so severely… for lack of self-control. She had a choice and she willfully chose to disobey me and because of that choice, she would now face the full force of the .
Sliding my hand between her thighs for just a moment, I felt her wetness and her desire. But I pretended not to notice as I used that hand to push her legs ever so slightly farther apart and reminded her to keep them there for the duration of her punishment. It was time to finish what she had started with her willful disobedience. I moved away from her, lifting the off the bed and feeling its strength and power in my hands.
I admired the weight of it and swished it against my calf a few times just to get a feel for its potential. Then, without further ado, the bit into my precious’ ass and a scream erupted simultaneously. Be quiet, brat! You’ve got this coming and you are going to get it all, but you better damn sure not make another sound or you will really know the meaning of sorry!
She buried her face in the covers and hung her head in presumed resignation as I raised my arm and took careful aim across the exact same spot. Somehow she held off this time and took the pain in silence, making only low, throaty, guttural noises into the blankets. I could see the tension building in her body and that was what I wanted to release. I wanted her to give herself up to me, to once and for all truly submit herself to my will, to trust me completely to know what was best for her.
I raised the Viper again and once more brought it down across the same spot. And she screamed again. I grinned a little as I felt her spirit beginning to break. I quickly and sternly reminded her that she would now be receiving additional punishment and that she had better be silent for the rest of the strapping. Nodding her head almost convulsively, she seemed to understand, so my next blows landed fast and hard on the crease between her ass and thighs, one right on top of the other. She took them in silence but I felt the dam spill open as I heard her sobs begin to shake her entire body.
She cried openly for the remainder of the spanking but I didn’t lessen any of my blows. I worked her from ass to thighs and back again, aiming straight and true. I was delighted with the performance of both punishment toys, and felt sure they would receive regular use in the days, weeks and years to come. I laid down the last four strokes with all the power that I could muster, directly across the tops of her thighs.
Her tears had slowed by now and her body was relaxed. She had gone into that special sub-space where everything was surreal and pain becomes pleasure. She was open and accepting and truly and deeply apologetic. She was also completely unaware that I had laid the Viper down momentarily and had stopped strapping her. I rubbed her bottom and thighs lightly as I reassured her that it was almost over.
In fact, it would now be over were it not for her lack of control. I eased the plug out of her bottom and told her to turn over onto her back. She was sniffling quietly and reaching out for me but I couldn’t hold her just yet. There was that one last act of disobedience to address first. As she rolled over, she winced at the pain of her bottom and thighs making contact with the bed. I told her to slide all the way up onto the bed and straighten her legs out, spreading them as far apart as she could.
Then I sat beside her on the bed and picked up the Viper again. I let it trail slowly and gently across her belly and bare breasts, down between her legs and down even lower to the tops of her thighs. I nudged her legs a little farther apart and reached over to grasp the inside of her left thigh with one hand as I raised the with the other.
Four on each side should take care of this, I would hope. She shut her eyes just before the fell, but somehow stifled her scream even as the pain washed across her face. Red welts rose immediately beneath the lashes as I raised it three more times on that side, delivering stripes that stretched across her inner thighs, all the way down to disappear between her legs.
I slowly walked to the other side of the bed and held her opposite thigh open in the same way. She withdrew into herself even deeper as those final four strokes were delivered, and as the last one fell, I swear I could literally feel her soul merge with mine.
It’s all over baby, I said as I tossed the Viper off the bed and lay down beside her to cradle her in my arms. As she slid herself into my grasp and rested her head on my shoulder, she quietly said, “I’ll never disobey you again, I swear.” And happy as I was to hear her say that, and as certain as I am that she believed every word at the time, we both know it isn’t true. Thank goodness…
The end
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