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“You need to punish me, sir,” I replied forlornly.
“I do, don’t I?” he responded.
He slapped between my legs hard and I keened. My pussy was so much more sensitive now that he’d teased it incessantly and the burst of pain that blossomed across my flesh hurt immensely. I cried out in shock and he repeated the motion several more times. I couldn’t close my thighs or stop the smacks from coming. I was helpless and the only thing I could do was grip onto the rail posts for support.
“This is only the beginning of the punishment that this little pussy has coming, but first, I’m going to paint this pretty little bottom red with my hand before I stripe it with my cane. You’re going to be wearing my mark when I finally fuck your tight little holes until every single one of them is sore from my cock,” he warned.
I cried out softly, pressing my cheek against the railing. I was terrified, yet my pussy was throbbing with need. His palm caressed my bare bottom and he slapped it lightly.
“Are you ready, little girl?”
I wasn’t. I didn’t want to be, but it wasn’t up to me. It was up to Cain.
“Answer me, my sweet,” he urged.
“Yes, sir,” I answered meekly, knowing that what was to come was inevitable now.
His fingers squeezed each side of my ass hard. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. Then the real spanking started. There was no buildup to his punishing blows. Instead, they started hard and fast and far more ruthless than I was prepared for. His palm felt like a piece of wood, the pain sharp and deep with every smack against my backside. My hips wiggled as much as my bonds would allow, trying to avoid him. It was useless. Every last spank met its mark, painting the entirety of my bottom with his painful message.
Oh, fuck, did it hurt, and he hadn’t even begun on the backs of my thighs. It didn’t take much longer for him to start punishing my legs though and when he did, I tried to squeeze my lips shut so that he didn’t know how much more painful those were.
When the first smack met the lower curve of my bottom, I keened. Several more punished even lower than that, continuing onto the backs of my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out with every last one.
“You were a bad little girl for running from me, Ruby, and now you’re getting punished like one. Your bare little bottom is going to turn bright red for me and will remind you that you will never run again, won’t it?” he scolded.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
The spanking only got harder, his smacks harsher and I sucked in a breath as I tried to quiet my cries. It was a measure of futility though because before long, I was crying out with every last one. He vigorously punished my backside and my thighs. He was probably enjoying how much it hurt me.
Then he returned to my pussy. He spanked that just as thoroughly as he had spanked the rest of me.
I couldn’t stop my shoulders from rounding. I couldn’t hold back my screams and as my breath hitched in the back of my throat, I knew I was going to cry.
The spanking stopped suddenly, and his fingers traced along my punished aching flesh. Even just the touch of those fingertips hurt, igniting my sore flesh with arousal and pain all the same. He slipped his digits over top of my clit, just holding them there as a reminder that he could touch whatever he wanted right now, and I didn’t have any say.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, little girl?”
“I need to come, please, sir,” I pleaded.
He didn’t move those fingers at all. Instead, he reached between my thighs and spread my folds wide. He spanked my clit three times in succession, and I cried out in agony as intense pain blossomed across my pussy and spread deep into my core. I felt myself spiraling out of control. I could feel myself losing every ounce of it and when he spanked my clit three more times, my eyes watered, and the first tear dripped down my cheek. Another followed and I started to cry. His fingers released my folds after that, and the others gently caressed my freshly punished clit.
He edged me to the brink of orgasm again.
He punished me with pleasure, never quite giving me what I wanted. I really started to understand that he intended to break me, and he was going to use both my pleasure and my pain to do it. That make me quake with fear, but at the same time, I was shivering with desire.
When he pulled away, I expected it, yet it was painful all the same. A wave of soreness coursed through my body, spiraling with need deep into my core and making me senseless with want. He edged me again several more times until I was begging and crying for release.
“You’re ready for your caning now, little girl. You’re going to sob for me before I’m through with you and then, I might just grant you the privilege of my cock once I’m done,” he warned. I turned my head and watched him, sniffing back my tears as he picked up the bag that he’d brought with him onto the balcony. He pulled out a long thin item wrapped in red velvet. He unfurled it and revealed a cane. It was light wood and didn’t look particularly intimidating, but I was afraid all the same.
“You’re scared, aren’t you, my little vampire?”
I shivered. I was.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, sniffling as I answered.
“Good. You should be. This is going to hurt, little girl. A caning is meant to teach a very firm lesson, but that’s what you need, isn’t it, Ruby,” he asked quietly.
