“Yours, Master!Being punished like this makes your pussy so wet!”
“That’s right, girl, keep fingering yourself.I’ll count these for you.”
He brought the paddle down in the hardest stroke yet, making her tip back forward, her hand stilling.
“You better be fingering; I didn’t say stop.”
“Yes, Sir!”She desperately circled her clit, grinding on her fingers, another thwack of the paddle keeping her breath away.
“Show me how needy and desperate you are for this.One.”
She flew backwards to the chair as the paddle crashed against her scorching ass, her fingers kept going, so slick with her juices she was losing purchase.
“Two.”
She hissed as that paddle landed in the middle of her ass, and her hand stopped.
“Get that hand back there right now.Three.“
She did as she was told, just as the paddle sailed against her skin and when it came down again, her skin burned and she whimpered from the pain, from the aching burn in her ass, from the humiliation of being so close to orgasm, all vying for her attention but her mind sunk further into that floaty submissive headspace.
Each thud of the paddle echoed through her body, meeting her ass with a sharp sting, while her fingers worked her clit.
She moved in sync, her hips grinding up and down, but her thoughts heavy with pleasure, infused with the effect of the quiet authority of her Master commanding her to action.
In that place that only Zee could get her to, where she was open and aware and nothing hurt but everything flashed so intensely, so good, she wanted to stay forever.Her body shook with adrenaline, the paddle stinging her flesh.
But she gave into it and her mind floated in that space where she wasn’t aware of how the paddle stung, or how many times it landed.Only the smell of her Master’s cologne, and how high her arousal climbed entered her awareness.
And then he stopped; slowly she came back to awareness of the stinging burning pain.
As if from far away she heard the rip of a wrapper; her mouth salivated, her fingers were still on her swollen pussy but she didn’t come, even though the swelling rise of pleasure buzzed, wanting to break free.
Something cool slid between her legs.
“Fuck it hard, girl.”The handle of the paddle, protected with a condom, came between her legs, right into her slick opening
“Please Master, no!”It wasn’t anoas instop, it was a needynofull ofyesas her cheeks turned red enough to match her ass and she brought her hips down on the handle, grinding on it, moaning so loudly she barely heard Zee.
“That’s it, get it, girl.Fuck yourself with my paddle that walloped your ass and come for me.”
The hard smooth handle hit her in the right spot; Zee held it, pushing down on her shoulder, holding her in place, making her take it.
“You’re so desperate you’ll come on anything, won’t you?”He splayed his palm against her back and pressed his fingertips into her scorching skin.
He caressed her ass, dragging his nails lightly over her sensitive flesh.
She shivered, moaned, stumbled.
But pressed against his touch, needing more from him, wanting him to give her more and hungering for him to soothe the pain he'd cause, the delicious, sweet pain that made her so wet she gushed between her legs.
“How desperate are you?“
“Yes, Master.”She gasped, tears and snot ran down her face, but she didn’t notice or care, as her body grew even hotter, the burn more intense as Zee turned the handle to the other edge.
She was so close, her whole-body aching for release.Her nipples could cut glass.
“How desperate are you?”
