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With a certain calculated viciousness, he gripped the thin fabric of my dress and ripped it all the way through so that it hung in tatters on my body. My core clenched down hard with anxious arousal as I stared down at the ripped designer garment. I had no idea how much it cost but I was sure that it was worth at least several thousand dollars. He didn’t care. Instead, he focused on baring the rest of my body to his view.
He took the thin cloth of my panties in his fingers and ruthlessly tore them from my body, pinching my sensitive folds in a way that made me cry out in pain. I whimpered as he tossed my sodden underwear to the side, looking at them as if they were the last semblance of protection that he’d taken away from me. I had no defenses left.
“Are your pretty breasts and little nipples very sore, my pet?” he asked as he dragged the hard edge of a fingernail over top of the marks he’d left behind.
“Yes, sir,” I whined, struggling to take the sharp pain he left in his wake. His nails left white lines across my breasts, stark against the red of my spanked skin. In time, those turned pink and eventually red so that they blended in with the rest of my punished flesh too. The only hint to their existence was small raised welts that only made me quiver with heat as I watched them rise.
“Good,” he replied. His fingers dipped even lower, exploring the sensitive flesh between my breasts and venturing down my belly until his touch grazed along the sharp edge of my hipbone. For a long moment, he was perfectly still and the only thing I heard was the painfully loud drumming of my heart and the breathy pants escaping my lips.
My breasts were so incredibly sore, making my body tremble with painful sensations that consumed my entire focus. The spanking had been awful, but now that his palm wasn’t punishing me there anymore, something different began to spark inside me. My tender scalded skin tingled with pain and as I breathed through it, desire fluttered inside me that was stronger than ever. My bare pussy tightened with need and as I stood there against the wall pinned by his even larger frame, a shameful realization finally dawned on me.
I was wet. Really fucking wet. What he’d done had turned me on and even though I didn’t want to accept that, my body wasn’t leaving me any choice. I tried to turn my thoughts away from my building desire and for a short while, I was successful, but it only worked for so long.
My chest hurt and would be ridiculously sore to the touch for some time, but I’d made it. I’d survived a spanking to my breasts and with a sigh of relief, I simply focused on pulling air in and out of my lungs. That didn’t last though.
He forced me to focus back on the growing desire within me by doing one simple thing. His fingers dipped between my thighs and he discovered my shameful secret for himself.
“Oh, my little pet. You’re so very wet. This is going to make this next part of your punishment that much more painful for you,” he said in a menacing, scolding tone that made my mouth go dry as cotton.
“Wait. What do you mean?” I replied desperately. I had hoped it was over, but I soon found out I was wrong.
Immediately, his palm spanked my pussy hard. I whined out loud as an unexpected flash of pain radiated between my thighs like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
“You will call me sir when you’re being punished, my little pet,” he admonished.
“Yes, sir,” I managed to wail before he cupped my pussy with his hand. It was a show of ownership, a demonstration that he could do whatever he wanted with me right now and I didn’t have a choice about any of it. I trembled before him, growing even more uneasy about what was to come next. If he punished my pussy as hard as he’d spanked my breasts, I was afraid that I was going to cry. I was afraid of how much it was going to hurt.
“Naughty little kittens who disobey their masters are punished until they are sore and sobbing. That includes your bare little bottom, your perfect breasts, and this very wet little pussy,” he chided, punctuating each word with a hard, stinging slap between my thighs. He kept his feet just inside of mine as a way to prevent me from bringing my legs together and it worked far too well. He stretched my arms a bit higher over my head, and I keened as he spanked my pussy just as thoroughly as he spanked my breasts.
I cried out and begged him for mercy. I didn’t find even a single shred of it. If anything, he punished my wet pussy even harder. I squirmed as much as I could, but his cruel fingers caught my tender flesh with ruthless intensity. My breasts felt heavy with desire. They jiggled each time he spanked my pussy and I hung my head in shame as the punishment continued. The searing heat of his palm quite thoroughly scalded my sensitive folds and nothing I could do could stop it.
“This little pussy is so very pretty when it’s been spanked bright red,” he murmured, and my core clenched down hard in both pain and ravenous desire.
“It hurts,” I cried out.
“It’s supposed to, my naughty little pet,” he chided. His fingers explored my wetness, no doubt finding me even wetter than when he’d started. He slipped a single digit inside me and I shuddered hard all around him. He chuckled softly before he withdrew his hand.
“I’m going to spank this bare little pussy ten more times. I want to make sure that you’re very, very sore before I punish this tight little hole with my cock,” he threatened, and a soft cry of aroused anxiety escaped my throat.
“Yes, sir,” I finally managed to whisper, not knowing if he expected an answer and not wanting to earn more than I already had. His palm pressed against my pussy and I stiffened. I knew how much agony his palm could render across every last inch of my sore flesh now and that almost made it worse. The anticipation of the inevitable sting caused me to freeze even though I could still feel my thighs quivering as I waited.
When the next spank fell, it was firmer than all the rest. I keened loudly, but another ultimately followed. And another and another until the only thing left was the burning pain between my thighs. My chest heaved and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I lost count of how many times he slapped my pussy until it was one endless scalding sensation that threatened to render me undone.
I thought I would cry and just when I was certain that the first tears were going to fall, he pulled his hand away. I fought to catch my breath as he undid his belt and I wailed when I heard the telltale sound of his zipper being lowered as he freed his cock.
“Put your arms around my neck, my little pet,” he demanded as he released my wrists.
This time, I didn’t hesitate to obey him. My sore breasts and pussy were more than enough to remind me to do so. He leaned down and wound his arms around the backs of my legs, lifting me off the floor as if I weighed nothing at all. My back pressed against the wall and I trembled as I waited fully suspended. I didn’t know if I was ready for what was to come next, but it didn’t matter.
He didn’t ask me if I wanted to be fucked. He just took what was his to take.
In one violent motion, he thrust his cock up inside me. My body wasn’t ready for his massive size and it hurt as he slammed into me. His pelvis smacked against my freshly spanked folds and I groaned loudly as pain and pleasure warred deep in my core. I could feel my inner walls clutching desperately at his cock and I wasn’t certain if it was to take him more deeply or a frantic attempt to force him out. I struggled for a long time to get used to his enormous size and even then, it was still difficult.
My arms tightened around his neck and I squirmed just the tiniest bit. Held up in the air and pinned against the wall with his cock, my small movements only served to massage a place deep inside me that left me panting and wanting more. My pussy clenched down hard and I blushed, knowing that he could feel just how much my body wanted to ride his cock.
Even though I ached from the harsh sting of his palm, my body was starting to burn with fierce arousal. The sharp initial pain of his cock pushing deep into me was simmering into a passionate need that I couldn’t even begin to control. My core twisted hard and it pulsed deep inside me, demanding that the pleasure rampaging within me be set free.
“Sir?” I asked.
