Page 62 of Rockland

“Nooooo!” I cry. And as I protest, another gush of my arousal pools between my legs. My bare breasts are heavy against the bed, my nipples tight and hard against the covers. The cool air rushes between my legs, caressing the wetness between my thighs. I lie completely naked, every inch of my bare body exposed to him, legs spread, pussy and plugged ass on display, feeling his gaze on me… waiting for the sting of the leather. My senses are overwhelmed, my flesh dotting with chill bumps. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to breathe.

The leather swishes through the air, coming down in a loud snap that makes me jump. The sting travels quickly, a line of fire over my ass. My cheeks clench upon impact and that serves to press the plug tighter in my ass. The belt comes down again, a few inches lower. My ass clenches again, the plug suddenly huge. My pussy drips.

“This is no good.”

“Wha-what do you mean?” I ask, holding my hips from squirming back and forth, wagging my ass in the air and begging for another delicious stripe.

“I think the young lady is enjoying her punishment a bit. Too. Much.”

“Nooooo!”

“Yes. I’m afraid I’ll have to find another way to teach you a lesson.”

“What will you do to me?” Oh, big, strong man. Spank me and fuck me and teach me a lesson with your massive cock. Put it in my…

He says, “I think I’m just going to enjoy the sight of your beautiful plugged ass while I decide what to do with you. Get yourself into a corner of this room. Now.”

As fast as I can, I stand. But as my legs join together, there’s an incredible fullness in my bottom that makes me groan. I press my cheeks together and walk, shamed and penguin-like to an empty corner of the room. I give him a pitiful glance over my shoulder.

He stands, arms crossed over his chest. Jaw locked tight beneath the beard. He gives a shake of his head that makes me turn around and scurry to my position. I stand, nose pointed toward the corner, my face burning in humiliation.

“Press your legs together.” I do as he asks, my thighs touching, my butt cheeks enveloping the plug. I whimper as my muscles clench around it. My pussy tightens, pulsing tighter and tighter at my wanting. “Hands behind your head.” I comply and my breasts stand at attention, my hard nipples like arrows.

I sense him standing behind me. Gazing at my bare, naked body. Seeing a glimpse of the silver handle between the cheeks of my ass that wear his angry red handprint, the marks of his belt. He steps closer, murmuring, “Such a beauty.”

His fingers trail up my back. Sending shivers and tingles down my spine. His mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking. My hands want to go to him. To touch his soft hair. But they remain, fingers locked together tightly, behind my head.

He’s touching my neck, my clavicle. Cupping my breasts. I suck in my breath, hard, as he takes a nipple between his fingers and pinches. “I think I know what to do with you now. Touch your body. Spank your bottom. All while plugged. Letting your desire build. Leaving you hot and bothered. With no relief in sight.”

“Huh? What?” I process his words, disappointment heavy in my belly.

“That will be your punishment.”

“You mean, you are going to tease me mercilessly and just leave me—perpetually horny?”

“Yes.”

“I’d rather have the belt.”

“No.”

“Well, what about a paddle? You got one of those lying around here?” I shift my weight, my full, burning, aching ass and my throbbing pussy screaming for me to do something already.

“No.”

“Can I write sentences? Be grounded? Clean the kitchen? Anything other than that! Please.”

“No, princess.”

A whine escapes my throat. “Pretty please, Rockland. Can’t you just forgive my little runaway escapade? Wouldn’t it be so nice to just lay me down on the bed and fuck me? Come on. I know you want to.” I give a sexy little wiggle of my ass that earns me nothing but a hard slap that sends me up on tiptoe.

Wordlessly he leaves me. I hear the creak of the bedframe as he takes a seat. “Come here, Tess.”

I lower my hands to my sides. Turn around, my bare breasts and pussy fully exposed to his gaze. I tiptoe across the carpet to him, breasts bouncing. He pats his thigh. “Over you go.”

I give him a wide-eyed vixen look, then slowly crawl over his lap, trying to look as sexy as possible. I say, “Oh, Rockland. I’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl. Please spank me.” Curve my waist, stick my ass up high and wiggle it teasingly.

“I know what you’re trying to do, princess. And you know me well enough to know I have more self-control in my little finger than you do in your entire body. You will not be getting me to fuck you. Quite the opposite. You will spend your entire day begging me to fuck you while your yoni cries sweet tears of your frustrated arousal.” To prove his point, he begins to stroke and pat every inch of the tops of my thighs and bottom.