Was I sorrowful for my actions? How could I be when I did what Master told me to do? I spent thirty minutes in heaven with Mistress Raven, and though it will cost me my ass tonight, I loved every minute of it. Bent over the desk, my ass high in the air, I’ve learned to use my sense of hearing more than my sight. It’s one of the things your body adapts to when you are often the recipient of a blindfold. Tonight, the only thing that restricted my view was the wall in front of me.
“Do you understand what you’ve done tonight, kitten?” Master asked. “Do not open your mouth with any feeble excuse for your actions. I know more than you think, and after that little shit show you put on, there will be no collar for you yet. I don’t keep things that stray,” Master added. The sound of metal and the swipe of leather pulled from its confines. Master always uses his hand, but not tonight. When the hand’s put to the skin, there is human contact. Some would say loving. All of this tonight is rage.
My breath quickened as I listen to the growls and grunts of an angry man. In all my time living in the house, this is the first time I will ever feel his true wrath., and I am scared. I don’t say a word, but I’m sure he can see the rise of flesh bumps on my skin and the slight tremble. I want to bite down on something to save my lips from the torture of my teeth, but the hard surface of the walnut desk is not penetrable. If only I could lock my jaws around the wood, it might lessen the blow when his punishment occurs.
I can only compare the first slap of the belt can only be compared to searing heat. I’ve hated leather belts since childhood, but back then, it was my father who punished me. All I could think was not to scream. Please do not give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he was hurting me—another slap on my bare ass, this one straight across. The ricochet of the belt hitting the desk forced me to jump. It was the noise more than the impact that caught my attention. That pop against the wood echoed through the spacious office, staining the walls with a victim’s pain. I wonder if he is taping this? I know that is something he loves to watch later. Does that make him a sadist or a masochist?
“Do you now understand what you did wrong today?” he asked. Each time he spoke, the spanking ensued, and the best rose. A man keeps trophy’s from his past, but when he places a mark on a woman, even though it fades, she will never forget the event.
I shook my head from side to side, my forehead resting on the desk. I didn’t know what was wrong, or did I? Did Master think that because I allowed my body to orgasm by another that I wasn’t committed to him? Impossible! He is today and forever the only man for me. I never wanted Mistress Raven, but my body craved what it lacked. Touch.
Suddenly the spanking stopped, or did it? Master stepped between my legs, pushing them so wide that my thighs burned from the stretch. My entire cunt is exposed, and I pray to god I am not wet. If so, there will be hell to pay. As the air conditioner flicks on and a rush of cold air hits my lips, I know for certain that I am fucked. He never said a word, but the belt did. A crash of thunderous slaps against the wetness of my pussy brought out the first real cries. There is no pain like that against moist flesh.
“Oh god, please, I am so sorry. I swear to you that I will never again allow that to happen,” I scream. Welts are not a concern. I know that the impact is causing my lips to blister from the force. For the first time, I wanted to tap out. I needed to shout to the world that I can’t take this life anymore, but no sooner had it started did he finish. Master placed his hands on my thighs, yanking me forward to dangle from the desk. With his belt already gone, his zipper came next. I know he is going to fuck me, but where? My pussy or ass are both owned fully by this man, but what would he choose when rage consumes his body?
“You fucking dirty little cunt,” Master growls.
Pushing the entire length of his enormous cock into my cunt, he didn’t stop until the massive head pounded into my cervix. That is a pain that you can’t explain until you feel it. It took my breath away the moment he entered, driving into my tiny womb with jackhammer strength. My thighs stretched wide open. There is no mercy here. The punishment to my ass was child’s play compared to the assault on my pussy walls. Master’s name is vengeance, and his cock is the weapon of choice.
“You! Will! Never! Do! That! Again!” he shouted.
My hands are now holding on tight to the walnut desk as it moved closer to the wall with each thrust. Master’s body hell-bent on punishment, I knew this would be a fuck that would take weeks to recover from enduring. I watched the clock on the wall, the entire process taking over thirty minutes of his cock damaging my velvet walls, forcing them to mold only for his dick. One last thrust, and he flooded my cunt with hot ropes of cum, so much so that I swear I am drowning in his semen. The overflow is leaking out and staining the solid wood desk. I know that I will clean that up before I leave the office today. The desk and his cock polished by a disobedient little kitten. He would also take my pillow from beside his chair until I can earn my place by his side once again.
“Clean this mess and go to your room. You will stay in there until I retrieve you. I have a party to attend, and though you would stand beside me, I will take my pet instead!” Master said.
The tears are real today. I have failed.
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