“No, I didn’t. I walked down to the other side of the beach where the flags are.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not a child, I wasn’t going to drown.”
“Says every dumb fuck who thinks they can swim at Bondi Beach,” I retort. “Hailee, they’ve made a whole TV show about saving stupid tourists. The surf is rough; it’s unlike any other beach in the world with its unexpected currents and rips. The number of rescues needed on a daily basis is crazy.” My eyebrows hit my hairline.
“Okay, okay. No swimming outside the flags. Got it.” She raises her palms in a calming gesture.
“Why on earth didn’t you just walk down to the flags?” I can’t let this slide. She could’ve drowned.
I see her hesitate for a moment before sighing. “It was all the way on the other side of the beach.” She points to the flags as if I haven’t already made the same trek today. She grumbles, and it’s too cute for words. If this weren’t so serious, I’d laugh.
“Let me get this straight. You put your life in danger because you were too lazy to walk, like, eight hundred meters?” I tease.
She mumbles something under her breath that I can’t quite catch.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I said, yes, sir.”
“You’re just racking up the punishments, aren’t you? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about being burned to a crisp, either. Or skipping meals,” I say, amused. I’m thrilled at the prospect of doling out her first real punishment tonight. She mock pouts, but I know she’s craving it as much as I am.
***
She hovers on the edge between pleasure and pain, a place I savor the most during punishment. Exploring ways to bring her pleasure while denying her the ultimate release she craves is my favorite game. Her cries, filled with wanton desperation, ignite a primal hunger within me. It makes me fucking feral. Her moans, both filthy and beautiful, are only for my ears. No one else will ever hear those sweet sounds again; they belong only to me. The sight before me will be permanently burned into my brain. She kneels in the center of the bed, her arms bound to the headboard, and her ankles secured to a spreader bar, offering me unrestricted access to her pussy and plugged ass.
“Please…” Her plea comes out garbled through the ring gag. I lean in, brushing the hair from her face, revealing eyes that shine bright with submission. Her face glistens with drool and sweat.
“You’re doing so well, goddess,” I praise.
As my fingers trail over the delicate lips of her swollen cunt, she moans and squirms, desperate for my touch. I chuckle darkly, admiring the deep red hue of her ass, having warmed her up with my palm. I’ve kept her on the edge for the past forty minutes, and she’s soaked, swollen, and I bet, sore as hell.
“You’ll receive three lashes from my belt, one for each infraction,” I declare, looping my belt and letting it crack against her left cheek with a satisfying snap. The blow is deliberate, precise—a reminder of her transgressions. Only using a quarter of my strength, it was as light as I could make it without making it seem I was going easy on her.
“You will care for your wellbeing and never skip meals,” I command, as a faint “Yes, sir” escapes her lips. The belt strikes her right cheek, this time with more force, eliciting a gasp of pleasurable pain.
“You will care for your body, for my sake if not your own. I own this ass, and you will treat it with respect,” I assert, watching as she sniffs and nods.
The final lash across her ass is delivered with a force meant to leave a lasting impression. I want her to remember this, forever. “You will never put your life in danger again,” I stress. She sobs into the pillow, a chorus of apologies tumbling from her lips in a jumbled mess.
“Shh, it’s all over now,” I soothe, rubbing her back gently. The three raised stripes on her ass contrast with the rosy blush from the earlier spanking and only serve to enhance her beauty.That’s my girl, so fucking beautiful.
I start to release her from the restraints: First, the spreader bar between her legs, then her wrists from the headboard and the gag from behind her teeth. I wrap her in a warm blanket, cradling her in my arms. As she sobs, I hold her close, the warmth of her petite body seeping into mine. I rest against the headboard as she curls into my lap, nestled against my chest. It’s a natural fit, like second nature, like I’ve been doing this for years. Despite my own arousal, I remain still, focused solely on comforting her. Tonight is about my goddess, and if she can’t find release, neither will I. I continue to soothe and praise her until her hiccups fade away, and she grows quiet.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Good. Really good, actually. Thank you,” she mumbles, a faint frown marring her beautiful face.
I chuckle. “If you need a punishment, kitten, just ask. There’s no shame in asking for what your body needs. I’d rather you do that than be a brat and break the rules.”
She smiles shyly, hiding it beneath the blanket.
“Trust me, you don’t have to ask me twice to punish your sexy ass,” I tease, earning another hidden smile from her.
“Here.” I pass her a bottle of water. “Drink,” I urge, and she obediently finishes it. Once she’s done, I take the empty bottle from her.
“Can I ask you something?” Her curious gaze is fixed on me.
“Sure, but after a bath and after I put lotion on your ass. I don’t want you to bruise.” I lift her up from the bed and carry her into our bathroom. Okay, maybe that was a little white lie—bathing her and massaging her sore muscles might just be my favorite part of a punishment, or at least a very close second.
