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Huh. I wonder if she’d like to be called my beautiful little pain slut. I’ve never thought about it before, never talked about it, but it could either go really wrong or really right. Questioning myself isn’t a fun space, and I almost swallow it down and put it aside for next time, but something about the phrase tugs at me until I circle the bench and crouch down in front of her.
“Kitten?”
She looks up at me, allowing me space to trail my fingers over her warm skin.
“How do you feel about me calling you my pain slut?”
She purses her lips like she’s thinking about it, but her body tells me everything I need to know. Her eyes light up, her breathing quickens, and if I’m not mistaken she’s trying to grind herself against the bench.
“Can we try it and see?”
“Of course, kitten. And if it doesn’t land right, or you don’t like it, you tell me okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Check in.”
“Green.”
Before long I’ve lost track of time and the number of smacks I’ve given her with this paddle. I’m checking in every couple of hits, and so far she’s taking it like the fucking queen she is. Her ass is coloring nicely, not just surface level coloring. Parts of her skin are starting to bruise already. It’s going to be a very uncomfortable night for my kitten at the game.
Freeing my cock from my pants with one hand, I pump it slowly, enjoying the beads of precum sliding down the shaft. She moans, wiggling, mumbling about how she wants more.
“What’s the matter, kitten? Does my precious little pain slut need more?”
She squirts a split second before she starts pleading in earnest. “Please, please, please, Thor, please, I need more.”
“Are you sure, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
Grabbing her ass with both hands I squeeze, drawing a guttural moan from her. “That’s my good little cum slut. I could do this all fucking day.”
By the time I blow my load all over the bruises blooming on her skin, she’s a mindless, soaking mess. She’s come twice on my cock, screaming my name, unbridled wails falling from her lips. The feeling of peace in my chest that my precious kitten has trusted me with such a gift again when I almost lost it is overwhelming.
Before moving her, I pull my phone from my pants and shoot off a text to Austin telling him I’m probably staying home with Addison instead of going to the game. He’ll understand why when he comes by to pick up Matty and Mom.
I should have been smarter about how I handled this, knowing we had plans. But I got caught up in the excitement. Matty only wants Austin at the game anyway, the rest of us are passengers, and hopefully it won’t be his last.
Torn between my son’s first hockey game, and my girl’s aftercare feels like my heart is being pulled in two directions. But I did this to her, I put her in this space, I made her ass throb and ache with pain. If she’s not up to the game, it’s my responsibility to take care of her. More than that, it’s all I want to fucking do.
As I clean her up and get her off the bench, I tell her she’s beautiful, that she’s made me so proud, and thank her a million times for trusting me with her paddle again. This is just the beginning for the two of us, and I can’t fucking wait to see how far I can push her limits. But for now, my girl needs cuddles and aftercare.
And that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
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Mackenzie
“Heavens to Betsy, y’all, are we in a… a… sex club?” As it turned out, Mackenzie’s whisper, hadn’t been much of a whisper at all. Her blurted-out question drew narrow-eyed, suspicious looks from the two women leaning on the bar to her right. The taller, skinnier one with a striking inverted bob dressed in a skin-tight, PVC French maid’s outfit, smirked at her corset-and-collar-wearing friend who rolled her eyes.
