“Again.”
Mommy swats my other cheek with the floppy end of the crop, and again I lurch forward, pleasure and agony mixing together inside me as I “ride”.
“What a good little rider you are,” Mommy croons, swatting me again and then a fourth time. With every movement, my swollen clit grinds against the saddle, and a familiar pressure builds low in my tummy as I begin to move faster, more deliberately, chasing my release the way a real rider might chase a rabbit. All the while, Mommy continues to spank me with the crop, until every inch of exposed skin on my bottom and thighs is covered in tiny welts.
“Mommy,” I whine when the pressure becomes close to unbearable. “I need to come, please, Mommy!”
“Oh, no, little one. Naughty little princesses who tease their Mommies don’t get rewarded with orgasms.”
Frustration wells inside me and I lean back on the rocking horse to slow the motions. “That’s not fair!”
Mommy cracks the tip of the crop against my skin again, layering a fresh welt over the existing ones. The pain makes me cry out, tears pooling on my lashes as I fight the urge to squirm in my seat.
“It is very fair, little girl. Now I suggest you keep riding before Mommy decides to add some naughty girl lube to those cocks.”
The naughty girl lube has peppermint oil in it, and it burns like crazy. Mommy’s only ever used it on a plug, and I can only imagine what it would feel like on the giant cock I’m currently being forced to fuck myself with.
Because I do havesomesense of self-preservation, I rock forward again, trying my best to shift my weight so that my aching clit isn’t pressed against the wood. But all that does is force me to take the cock in my ass even deeper, which does nothing to ease either the pain or the burgeoning pleasure washing over me.
“Please, Mommy.” I’m desperate. Begging. And I don’t even care how pathetic I sound, I only care that she gives me some relief from the ache between my thighs.
As I rock, Mommy places the tip of the crop beneath my chin again, forcing my head back. “Tell me who you belong to, Juniper.”
“You, Mommy!”
“Which means your pleasure belongs towho?”
“Y-you, Mommy.”
“That’s right.” Sliding the crop down my throat, over my clavicle, she lets the tip rest heavy on the top of my breast. “Your pleasure. Your screams. Your tears. They are all mine. You can come when I’m convinced you won’t forget again.”
Blinding pain shoots through my body as the crop connects with my hardened nipple. I barely have time to register it before she snaps the leather tip against the opposite breast.
“Mommy,” I sob, rocking forward desperately. “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again, I swear. Please, Mommy.”
More agonizingly painful swats land on my breasts. The tops, the sides, the nipples again. Until every inch is covered in the same welts as my bottom and thighs.
Through it all, I sob out pleas for mercy, the need in my aching pussy growing more and more insistent with every movement, every welt.
Just when I think I might actually die if she doesn’t let me come, she places a booted foot on the horse, stopping its rocking motion. Again she trails the tip of the crop over my exposed flesh, and I shiver in response.
“Are you ready to be Mommy’s good girl again, June-bug?”
Unable to even form the words, I bounce my head, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Mommy smiles again, and even through my tears I can see the wicked intent glinting there.
“Prove it.”
CHAPTER 6
VALENTINA
My poor Little girl is an absolute mess.
She doesn’t wear much makeup, but the bit she is wearing is smeared across her face. Pink lipgloss and black mascara have left streaks all over her cheeks, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does in this moment.
Bottom lip trembling, she looks up at me through tear-soaked eyes. “How?”
