“Oh god.” Her voice is a mere whisper, but she does as I command.
“I hear some females find this quite pleasurable,” I say casually, taking my place beside her. “Then again, I suppose it depends on how hard they are spanked. I will take into consideration that this is the first time I have to punish you. If there is a second time, I can assure you it will be a lot worse.”
She doesn’t say anything. She’s a vision of perfection with her tight little ass, slim thighs, and narrow hips. My hands are so big and her buttocks so small that this will likely hurt her more than it might a female with a plumper behind.
We shall see.
The little pouch of her sex is framed so perfectly in this position, I resolve to get the discipline over with quickly so I can rut her again. My cock has been throbbing in my breeches ever since she entered the room in a cloud of that floral scent. She will not be experiencing any release this time, however.
After all, this is a punishment.
My hand comes down on her ass with an almighty wallop, and she flinches gratifyingly. “Ow!” she says, sounding startled.
“Hush, I’m not even hitting you that hard,” I lie, then begin to spank her in earnest.
Over and over again, my broad palm connects with her taut, smooth ass and upper thighs, painting the formerly pale skin increasingly darker shades of pink—until the entire area is swollen and hot to the touch.
Kim takes it stoically, not moving, not lifting her hands from the bed, or stamping her feet. The only signs that she even feels what I’m doing are the way she flinches, and her ragged breathing—with the occasional gasp when I strike the backs of her thighs.
My palm is stinging when I’ve finally decided that I’m done, and my cock is so rigid, it hurts.
Placing my other hand on her lower back to signal that she must remain in place, I slide my fingers to that pink, puffy little pouch between her asscheeks and find the hard little button between her nether lips.
Ulf, she’s soaking wet. The moment my fingertip parts her sex, a gush of slick dribbles out.
Kim lets out a garbled moan which goes straight to my groin.
She enjoys pain. Could it be that she enjoyed this?
I stroke her for a few long, leisurely moments, keeping my voice low. “Good little Omega,” I say, “you took your punishment so well. All is forgiven now. But beware: if you disobey me again, I will take a leather strap to this little butt of yours.”
She gasps, and I dip inside to gather more of her slick before bringing it back to the center of her pleasure, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit the way experience has taught me brings her right to the edge—but not over it.
“It seems you enjoyed it, though, did you not? You’re so very wet… and so very close…”
Her thighs are trembling, and for a second, I debate whether to let her climax after all.
No. She has not earned it. I remove my fingers from her sex and free my cock from my breeches. “You will not come tonight,” I tell her casually, guiding the head of my shaft to her dripping pussy. “I will rut you, and you will not climax. That’s the other part of your punishment.” I drive myself up inside her in one long, smooth thrust with such force, she tips forward and almost loses her balance. Gripping her hips, I begin to move. “And don’t think you can sneak one past me, either. I will not hesitate to pull out.”
“Please,” she whispers—but I did not miss the way she clenched around me at my words.
“You brought this on yourself,” I tell her, yanking her up and onto me, over and over again, rutting her to make myself feel good, with no concern for her pleasure. “I never reward disobedience. You would do well to learn that lesson sooner rather than later.”
I keep my promise, pulling out every time her pussy gives that telltale flutter which lets me know her culmination is approaching, and waiting a few good moments before once more thrusting deep inside her. I deny her three climaxes, fucking her hard and fast between each, before the knot begins to form.
Aware that the additional burn and stretch of the knot usually tips her over the edge, I withdraw and rub myself to completion, painting her mottled, hot pink ass with milky white stripes of my seed.
Her desperate, pleading cries only inflame me more, and I come so hard and for so long, the pleasure burns like a brand at the base of my spine.
Eventually, my spasms subside and I draw her up gently, turning her to pull her into my arms.
She’s still quivering, her body tight with tension. “It’s all over,” I croon into her silky hair. “You are forgiven.”
“I hate you,” she mutters.
“I know. So you keep saying.” I keep my voice even, never betraying the pang in my heart. Why should I care if she hates me? She clings to me, and takes my knot. That is all that should matter. But for some reason, at this moment, it’s not enough. “Are you upset because I hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me. None of it hurt.” Such an attitude. Even now, when she’s been thoroughly spanked and sexually frustrated. She’s lying. My hand is still sore. Her butt is hot to the touch, and her pussy is dripping.
