Page 48 of Blaze

She groans, her lips pursed.

I bring the crop to her bottom and give it a slap next.It’s her fault that her butt is available because she has her knees drawn up.

“Lower your legs, Victoria.Open them.Knees to the mattress.”

She whimpers as she obeys me.Her eyes find mine.It’s a good sign.

“That first swat was too shocking for you to fully appreciate it.You need another.This one will hurt more.”

Her lips quiver.

“One more swat to this nipple and then I’ll switch to the other.After that, I’ll give a hard swat to your pussy so you can experience that, too.”

She inhales sharply.

I set the crop down between her breasts, flatten my hands on the other side of her, and look her in the eyes.“Shall I continue, baby?”

She nods almost imperceptibly.

“Ask me.”

“Blaze…”

“Ask me for what you need, Victoria.”

“I need you to spank my nipples and my clit so I know what it feels like.”

“Good girl.”I kiss her and return to standing, picking up the crop.Before she can think too hard about it, I grip her breast again, spank it hard, then switch to the other.She’s arching and squirming and moaning as I hold her steady and give her other nipple the same two slaps of the leather.

Victoria is groaning when I move my attention to her pussy.It’s soaked, dripping.Her clit is more swollen than I’ve seen it yet, pulsing.My girl likes a bit of pain.

I set my free hand on her pelvis and press firmly, holding her in place while pulling the hood back from her clit.

She tips her head back, arching her chest.Her hands are wrapped around the rope, holding on to it.“Please…”

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please spank my pussy.”

I give her one solid swat.It has to sting, and I know it does because she screams.

After dropping the crop, I flatten my palm against her pussy, pressing firmly to help ease the burn.

It takes her a minute to lower her chest and relax her tight muscles.Her legs lie open and limp.

I hover over her, meeting her gaze.“Do you want to cuss me out?”

“Kinda.”But then she smiles.“I’m afraid for my ass if I do, though.”

“You should be, naughty girl.Are you going to touch your tits in the future?”

“No.”

“What about your pussy?”

She shakes her head.

I smirk.“You might, but if you do, I’ll know it’s because you crave the pain associated with being disciplined.”