by Sara Fields
“Good. You’ll take three more on your little pussy. These are going to hurt, little girl, but you’re going to take them. Every last one with those legs spread wide for me. Show me that you can be a good little girl and maybe I just might let you come when this is all over,” he said sternly, and I whimpered with fear.
The belt slapped against my pussy far harder that time and my sobs started anew. Sharp agony spread across my wet flesh and then the belt fell again. Nothing I could have done could have prepared me for that painful stroke against my most intimate place, but I knew I didn’t have a choice. I did my very best to keep my legs open for him, but it was hard.
Fuck.
It hurt so much.
Dominic had decided I needed to be punished and I would take every last second of it until he’d decided that I’d had enough. I knew now without a doubt that it wasn’t up to me. I didn’t get to decide when it would end. He would. He’d punish me as he saw fit.
I could feel myself growing wetter just thinking about it.
The third and final stroke struck my pussy far harder than all the rest. I keened the moment it hit my sensitive flesh and I sobbed harder as the pain radiated across my skin. My ass stung from the belt. My pussy stung even more.
I’d never felt more like a well-punished little girl in my life.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” I pleaded.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well,” he said as he sat beside me. I whimpered softly, but his words made my heart warm unexpectedly.
I heard the sound of the belt hitting the floor and he lifted his hand from my back. I curled onto my side and tentatively reached back to run my fingers along my punished flesh, feeling the rising welts on my backside. I didn’t dare to touch between my legs because I feared that touching the scalded flesh would hurt far more than it already did.
“Come now. Stand for me. Spread your feet wider than your hips and place your hands on the back of your head,” he instructed as he took my hand and helped me to my feet. Sniffling back my still falling tears, I climbed off the bed with his assistance.
On shaky legs, I spread my feet. He used his foot to push them wider and I whimpered quietly as I pressed my fingers to the back of my head.
His thumb traced across my lip, his touch gentle even though it burned like fire. He stared back at me, his expression ravenous with desire. Whipping me with his belt had turned him on. Marking me with it made him want to fuck me.
I hoped that he would.
His fingers started to explore me. He brushed my hair aside and turned my head back and forth. His thumb pressed between my lips, making me open my mouth so he could inspect it first.
“Has anyone fucked this pretty little throat before?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I answered, my voice quiet as I blushed at the rawness of his words.
“That will change soon,” he answered, his tone confident and sure.
I shivered hard and my pussy clenched.
His fingers lifted my chin before inspecting the sensitive skin of my neck. Briefly, he pressed his palm against it and tightened his fingers, a firm reminder that he held all the power over me right now. A few seconds later, he released me and continued his explorations, taking care to touch every last inch of my shoulders and my collarbone, until he reached my breasts. He pinched my nipples until they were hard. Then he twisted them back and forth firmly enough to make me cry out. He pulled on them, lifting my breasts by the tips of my nipples, and I bit my lip to keep myself from making any more noise.
It hurt when he did that. It didn’t matter though. He knew it and that’s why he did it.
My eyes drifted down and I could see the firm outline of his erection. Hurting me like this made him hard. If he noticed me looking, he didn’t say anything, but he twisted my nipples a little harder and I whined softly in response.
His fingertips released my nipples and he dragged them gently around my breasts, lifting and caressing them as he stared down at my naked body. They slid down the toned muscles of my belly, across my hips until they just barely brushed against the folds of my pussy.
I sucked in a breath, my tears drying on my cheeks. The skin of my ass and between my thighs felt scalded and sore, still throbbing from the stroke of the belt. It hurt, but a growing sense of desire was building in my core. I licked my lips, feeling liquid heat gather along my folds. I could feel it beginning to drip down onto my thighs.
My body grew hotter. My breathing faster. My heartbeat quicker.
I struggled to remain still, my thighs quivering with unreleased passion. My clit pulsed and his fingertips moved to just gently caress it. I hummed with desire.
He used his fingers to spread my lips as he knelt down, closely inspected my bared pussy. I shuddered with shame as he stared at my naked flesh, feeling a blush creep over my cheeks. After he was through, he released my folds and continued his inspection of my legs. After that, he walked around to look at my backside.
“I like seeing the mark of my belt on your bare little bottom and those pretty thighs,” he said, the gruffness in his voice revealing that he was just as turned on as me, and I couldn’t help myself as a moan escaped my lips.
My chest rose and fell as I struggled to remain in control of my body. His fingers were relentless as he explored me, leaving no inch of me untouched.
“Now, you’re going to sit down on the bed and spread your thighs. Show me that wet little pussy,” he instructed, and I whimpered. I turned and took a step toward the bed, sitting down on my welted backside. I hissed as the fabric scratched against my punished flesh, a stark reminder of the power that Dominic currently held over me.
“Lean back on your elbows,” he commanded, and I did. I spread my thighs slowly, feeling the chill air of the overhead fan caressing my very naked and very wet pussy. He knelt between my legs, which brought his face closer than ever to my bared body. He used his fingers to spread me wide open and he stared down at my needy little clit.
“Such a hard little clit. You want to come, don’t you, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered shakily. With a single fingertip, he teased my clit, holding my eyes with his as he did so. His dark gaze almost undid me.
“You do not have permission to come,” he said firmly, and I whined forlornly. He slid a single finger along my wetness, before he slipped it right into my entrance. I moaned as he pumped that digit in and out of my body. I was so wet that he entered me with ease. Then he added a second finger and used them to spread my pussy open a little as he peered down at me.
I shuddered with shame, knowing that he could see all of me right now.
After several of the longest moments of my life, he pulled his fingers free from me and I sighed heavily with disappointment.
“Now, up on your hands and knees,” he commanded. I closed my legs and rolled over on the bed obediently because I knew what would happen if I didn’t.
“Reach back and spread yourself open for me. There’s one last place I’ve yet to search and you’re going to show it to me,” he instructed.
The air rushed out of my lungs and I twisted back to stare at him.
He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant. Could he?
He looked back at me with expectation.
“Now, little girl. You’re going to show me your pretty little bottom hole unless you want another taste of the belt,” he said firmly. I knew now that he didn’t threaten in jest. He meant what he said and if I didn’t obey, he’d punish me just like he said he would.
With a moan of shame, I leaned forward and pressed my right cheek to the bed. Hesitantly, I reached backwards and slid my fingers along my bottom. I could feel the welts on my skin from the belt and I tried to move more quickly, but it was hard.
So utterly shameful.
In just a few seconds, he was going to be looking at a place that no one was supposed to look at. A place that he was going to touch. A place I’d never imagined anyone w
ould ever want. I whimpered as I gripped my bottom cheeks, slowly spreading myself open.
As soon as I did, a deep sense of shame washed over me at how I was displayed. He could see all of me, from my pussy all the way to my naughtiest hole. I felt so embarrassed and aroused and I didn’t know what to do.
I jumped when his touch dragged across the back of my left thigh. His finger grazed against my wet pussy. He slid it up and down, teasing me as he did so. He gathered my wetness before he continued his exploration up the cleft of my ass, until he settled his fingertip directly on top of my bottom hole.
He just held his finger there.
To remind me that he could touch me there even though I hadn’t wanted him to. To remind me that when he told me to spread myself, I would.
“Sir,” I pleaded, my voice quivering with shame.
His fingertip pressed a little harder.
“Please don’t,” I begged.
“I told you I was going to search every last inch of you, didn’t I, little girl?” he asked, and I shivered with arousal, fear, and shame.
“Yes, sir. You did,” I whined.
“That includes here, little girl,” he responded.
He took that moment to push that single finger into my virgin bottom hole. It hurt at first and I cried out at the burning, stretching sensation. My reluctant hole tried to push back against his intrusion, but it was no use. With my bottom spread open, I was vulnerable. Exposed. On display for him.
It felt dirty to have his finger in my bottom. Wrong. Filthy, even.
Then why was I getting so wet? Why was I thinking about coming with his finger still inside me? Why was my clit throbbing with need? Why were my nipples hard against the sheets?
I moaned as he pushed that single digit all the way inside me, stretching my tight little hole with each and every thick knuckle. When he was fully inside my bottom, he just held his finger there. I had difficulty keeping still and I clenched around him, whimpering as pain lanced up my spine and deep into my core.
Fuck.
It hurt but it also felt good.
What was wrong with me? Why was I like this? I shouldn’t be getting off on a man fingering my bottom. It wasn’t right.
Just when my body started to get used to his intrusion, he started to pump that digit in and out of my bottom. It was painful at first, but it started to feel good. Really fucking good. Pleasure rose from the very tips of my toes and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It caught me off guard and I whimpered quietly as I struggled to take it.
He added a second finger.
His thick knuckles stretched my bottom hole far more than it had ever been stretched. It burned hotly and I cried out as he pushed both into me at once. The pain was stronger than it had been at first and I found myself crying out into the sheets beneath me. Once his fingers were both fully seated inside me, he held them there. Again.
To show me his power.
“Now, little girl, you came here and pretended to be a spoiled little princess that asked me for help in keeping your allowance flowing, but that’s not the whole story, is it? I want you to tell me the truth. Why did you start asking questions about me? Why did you come here and what were your intentions? Why did you search my penthouse? What were you looking for?” he questioned me, his fingers inside my bottom reminding me how very much I wasn’t in control right now.
I didn’t know if I could trust him. I’d found nothing that had incriminated him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t in a password-protected file or stuffed inside the locked chest and safe in his closet. I hadn’t been able to see everything and had nothing to prove that he wasn’t involved in my father’s disappearance.
I couldn’t tell him. He was dangerous. Powerful.
And he had me completely naked on my knees with his fingers pressed into my bottom hole. For some reason, this made me angry, so I did something that I wished I didn’t.
“There’s nothing to say, asshole,” I answered and as soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them and wanted to take them back.
He was silent for a long moment before he sighed and pulled his fingers from my bottom hole. I bit my lip, unsure of what was going to happen next.
“I want the truth from you, little girl, not the façade you’ve been putting on since the second you walked in my door,” he began. His voice had dropped several decibels and I knelt there on the bed, my hands still spreading my bottom cheeks wide open because I didn’t know if I was allowed to stop.
He tapped his fingertip on top of my bottom hole.
I refused to answer. I stayed silent because I had to.
“I have ways of punishing you that will leave you much sorer than you are now. Do you really want to test me, little girl?” he said next and I squeezed my eyes shut.
I bit my lip and tried to remain stoic. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was currently running my father’s company. That I suspected that he had something to do with the reason my father was gone. I wouldn’t tell him anything just because he’d spanked me with his belt and put his fingers in all my holes.
“Do you have anything to say to me?” he pressed.
“No, sir,” I answered.
“Have you ever had your bottom fucked before?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I said nervously.
“You’ve earned your first then, little girl. I won’t be gentle either, even though it’s going to be your first time. The tight little hole is going to be very sore and very sorry before I’m through with it. Do you understand me?” he said darkly, and I let go of my bottom, trying to scramble across the bed.
He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back, before slapping my bottom hard. He spanked me several times and I cried out, his palm igniting the soreness that his belt had left behind before.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I blurted out.
He dragged me back over his knees and took extra care to spank my bottom very, very thoroughly. Before long, I was crying out with apologies and begging him to stop. He didn’t. He only started to spank my thighs. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes and I writhed over his thighs as he punished me.
“You will tell me what I want to know, little girl,” he warned as he spanked the backs of my thighs particularly harshly. Finally, he grasped me around my waist, lifted me off his lap, and bent me over the bed.
He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. He squirted some into his hands before he split my bottom open with the other. Roughly, he shoved one finger into my asshole, and I whimpered as his intrusion pinched my tight rim. He quickly added a second and pumped his fingers in and out of me harshly enough for it to be quite painful.
He added a third and I really started to worry about how much the rest of my punishment that I’d just earned was going to hurt.
He fucked me with those fingers for several seconds before he pulled them free and let my bottom cheeks come back together. I breathed a sigh of relief at not being so incredibly exposed, even if it was for just a moment.
It didn’t last long though. I heard him rustling with his slacks and when I heard his zipper come down, I started to get really nervous.
“Sir. Please. Don’t,” I begged.
“You’ve earned this, little girl. Remember that,” he answered.
I heard the bottle of lubricant once more. I felt him spread me open once more and the hot tip of his cock pressed against my bottom hole. I waited anxiously, trying to ignore the fact that I was so much wetter than I was before.
Knowing that I was about to get my ass fucked for the very first time was both sobering and incredibly arousing. I wondered how much it was going to hurt. How much I was going to like it. And how hard I was going to come with his cock shoved deep into my little bottom hole.
As soon as the tip of his cock pressed against my asshole, I writhed beneath him. He gripped the back of my neck with his palm in order to keep me in place.
“Keep fighting me, little girl, and you’ll earn a dose of the
cane and a second bottom fucking that will hurt far more than the first,” he warned, and I cried out with alarm. I tried to stay still. I tried not to fight, but I’d never been used like this.
His hips pushed forward slowly, and the head of his cock breached my dark channel. His cock was so much larger than his fingers and a tremendous wall of pain slammed into me as my body struggled to take it. He pressed into me slowly and everything in me fought back against it. I tried to relax, but every muscle tightened including my tender bottom hole. I clenched around him and the pain intensified. I couldn’t control it. I tried. I tried so hard, but it hurt so much.
After several long terrible moments, my body finally gave way to him. The pain eventually started to lessen, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and his words made it easier to take all of him. It reminded me that even though he could be cruel, he could be kind as well.
He pushed all the way inside me and pulled out slowly. I didn’t know why, but it felt gentle. He did it again. And again, until something changed inside me.
My fear dissipated and in its place was a growing sense of arousal.
I found myself drowning in shame as I realized I wanted to come this way. I wanted to orgasm with his cock in my bottom and I could feel myself blushing at the thought.
This was wrong. Embarrassing.
This was the way that bad girls were fucked.
I was a bad girl. I’d earned this.
And now I wanted it too.
His shaft slid in and out of my tight hole and he grasped my hips with both hands and pulled me backwards, taking care to ensure that each stroke was harder than all the rest. I knew without a doubt now that he had been gentle before. Strangely, he returned to the slow and steady cadence as he used my bottom hole and I wondered how he considered this a punishment. This felt too good. This made me want to be bad again.
He reached around my hips and began to toy with my clit. His fingertip circled and pinched it gently. I hummed quietly with desire as he caressed my needy little bud. He fucked my bottom hole slowly and the more he claimed my virgin hole, the more I wanted to come.
