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Entering the room, he moved her to the edge of the bed and bent her over, still keeping his finger tightly rooted in her channel. The submission it pulled from her body pooled between her pussy lips. Anxiety, a little bit of fear, some shame—it all blended with a powerful craving for Sawyer to fuck her hard. So when he removed his finger and pulled away, she couldn’t help but groan. Even though she desperately wanted to stand up and wrap her arms around him, she did know better, and decided she should remain in place as she heard him walk to the nightstand.
A few seconds later, Sawyer was once again touching her bottom hole, only this time his finger was coated in lube. Pumping it in and out, he spread the lube around, obviously preparing her for what was coming next. “Have you ever been plugged before?” he murmured.
She shook her head and swallowed hard.
The cool sensation of metal being pressed up against her rosebud caused her to tense just as he pushed past her tight ring. The sharp pinch as her skin stretched to accommodate the mass made her cry out. The plug was big, really big, and no matter what she did to try to relax and allow the fullness to take her to that delicious space she’d just been in, she couldn’t.
“It’s too big,” she could barely squeak out.
“That it is. Does it hurt, baby?”
“Yes,” she almost wailed.
“Good.”
She tried squirming from side to side, moving her hips up and down, but nothing she did made the stretching ease. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“This is the beginning of your punishment. Nothing about this is going to feel good.” He leaned down and placed a trail of kisses from her tailbone all the way to her neck, then he whispered, “You need to trust that I won’t cause you permanent harm. This is going to hurt, it may make you cry, but trust that I won’t harm you… Hurt you, yes… but no harm.” His seductive voice and his moment of affection helped ease the discomfort stretching her anus to impossible limits. He ran his fingertip along her pussy, once more coating it with her juices before he raised his finger and placed it on her parted lips. “Taste your arousal. Taste what the pain does to your body.”
Rebecca took a moment to look into his eyes, smelling her musky scent on his finger, and slowly placed her tongue on his fingertip, licking up her own arousal. The salty sweetness surprised her, but she liked how her action made Sawyer’s eyes darken and his jaw clench. She liked that she was clearly giving him pleasure by doing so.
“That’s a good girl. This punishment is going to hurt, but it’s going to hurt in the best fucking way possible.”
Sawyer’s hand came crashing down on her ass, pressing the metal plug even deeper. He swatted her over and over again, being sure to make contact with the anal intrusion every so often.
Lying on her stomach on the bed made Rebecca miss Sawyer’s body. Up until now she had always been over his lap. She missed the comfort of his arms holding her close.
“I’m going to spank you tonight,” he said, as he continued to rain swat after swat onto her already burning flesh. “But tonight you were bad. And bad girls get spanked with a belt.”
Rebecca’s pussy clenched in delight, and yet she whimpered at his words. Her breathing sped up to the point that she wondered if she would pass out right there. When the bed shifted due to Sawyer standing up, she almost begged him to stop. The fear, the uncertainty, the confusion as to how his words could make her feel that way—all bundled with the most intense form of erotic lust she had ever encountered—made her head swim.
She didn’t look back, but the whoosh of the leather belt being removed from his pants sent tingles to every part of her body. Not being able to take it any longer, she glanced over her shoulder just in time to see that Sawyer was doubling over the leather and towering over her.
The first lash was loud, yet she didn’t feel anything for a split second—until a searing heat hit her like a lightning bolt. When she cried out, it blended with the sound of the second lash. Two more whips of the belt came down before Rebecca could even find her voice again as she released another cry. She wasn’t normally this vocal during a spanking, but this time was different. The sting of the leather demanded it. It forced it. It insisted, it commanded, and it got its way as Rebecca made it very clear with her cries that she truly understood what a punishment meant.
