by Sara Fields
He placed the slickened tip of the large plug against my tight hole and I tensed.
“Relax, kitten. It’ll be easier if you don’t fight it,” he murmured.
I tried to follow his instructions, but the moment he started pressing the large plug into me, I tensed. It hurt almost immediately, and I cried out, but he didn’t relent. He kept pushing it in and my body began to panic. Every muscle in me tightened hard and burning agony stemmed from my very core. I keened loudly and he continued pushing the plug inside my tight hole whether I wanted it or not.
This hurt like nothing I had ever imagined. He’d stretched me a little with his fingers, but the wide girth of my bad girl tail was far more than that. Last time, he’d fucked me with his cock before he’d put it inside me. Not now though.
I was in no way ready for this plug. Even though I took a calming breath, it didn’t prepare me in any way. He pushed a little bit harder and deep bursting agony hurtled up and down my spine, forcing me to writhe over his thighs. He held the plug firmly in his fingers, not allowing me to escape.
“This next part going to be painful, little one,” he warned. Almost immediately, he roughly pushed the plug all the way inside me and a pitiful keening cry escaped my lips. My entire body tensed with searing pain for a few terrifyingly long moments before I was finally able to get a hold of myself. When the agony eventually faded to a slow burning ember, I laid over his thighs, already feeling like a very well punished little girl. My asshole ached and he gripped the end of the plug, twisting it firmly from side to side in order to really sink the message home. Finally, he clipped the furry part of the tail to the metal plug as the finishing touch. Nervously, my bottom tightened around the plug and I was keenly aware of how very full I felt with it inside me.
His fingers danced over top of my naked cheeks. Despite the ache I felt deep in my backside, I arched up into his touch, desperate to feel them on my skin. He spanked me with his palm several times and I didn’t make a sound, knowing that I had a very thorough paddling coming next. The hot sting of his hand still hurt though, and I bit my lip.
“There is no need to stay quiet, kitten. This is going to hurt, and you are going to cry before your paddling ends. I expect you to beg for mercy, but I won’t give you any until I determine that you’ve learned your lesson,” he said darkly, and I trembled hard.
The cool smoothness of the wood glided across my bared bottom. I stiffened. His other hand firmly gripped my hip as he tipped me forward over only one thigh. With his other leg, he pinned me into place by placing it over the backs of my knees.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, feeling as if I needed to say the words even though my punishment had only just started.
“I know, my naughty little kitten,” he answered.
The paddle struck my bottom and the fierce sting that followed caught me off guard. If I had expected him to spank me slowly, I would have been wrong. He used the paddle hard and fast, and it stung far more than his palm. I squirmed over his lap and tried to avoid the painful bite of the harsh wooden implement, but nothing I did mattered. It wasn’t long before the terrible agony overwhelmed me and soon enough, it was the only thing I could possibly focus on. Nothing else mattered but my bare bottom and that awful paddle.
It burned like scalding hot fire, but that was only a part of it. I couldn’t remain still and every time that my body tensed, my sore little asshole did too. It reminded me of the tail’s heavy presence inside of me and nothing I could do would make it go away. Every time my body squeezed around it, it reminded me I was a bad little kitten who needed to be punished over her master’s knee.
The effect of the plug combined with the hard paddling was especially intense. I squirmed and I cried out, but Silas remained ruthless all the same. The paddle bit at the entirety of my bottom and even struck the backs of my thighs. He held me firmly over his lap and there was no question in my mind that I wouldn’t be able to escape this even if I tried.
It hurt so much more than I imagined.
My hips wagged from side to side as I tried to avoid the agonizing sting, but none of it helped in the slightest. If anything, he spanked me even harder. The paddle was ruthlessly cruel, and I found myself wanting it to end as soon as it started.
This would be a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget. That I was sure of.
“Please,” I begged. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t listen.
He only paddled me even more firmly, focusing on the backs of my thighs until I couldn’t manage to string together the words to plead for mercy. He curled his arm under my hips and arched my bottom even higher, using the hard wooden paddle to thoroughly punish the place where my cheeks met my thighs and I couldn’t keep myself together.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my body tensed around the heavy plug inside me. I tried not to cry, but even I knew that it would be inevitable. I whimpered, and the paddle continued to fall. I blubbered one apology after the next and he started to scold me.
“You don’t get to run from me, little kitten. You’re mine to protect and you’re mine to punish when you need it,” he said darkly.
His words were what broke me.
“Yes, sir,” I wept. “I’m sorry. Please.”
My breath hitched and I hid my face in the blankets, but it didn’t matter. Within seconds, the very first tear dripped down my right cheek and another followed on the other side. After that, they coursed down my face like a waterfall.
All the tension that had gathered inside me from being followed and taken earlier today came out as I sobbed. It was as though a dam of emotion had burst forth and this punishment had released it all. The paddle continued to brand my backside, although the pace of it had started to slow. Each smack was hard and thorough, ensuring I felt the terrible bite deep down into my core.
By the time it ended, I laid limply over his thighs. He quickly gathered me in his arms, surrounding me in the safety of his warmth and safety. He swiftly pressed my head to his shoulder and cupped my face with his hand.
My body curled instinctually into his. He didn’t demand anything of me. He simply held me, and I listened to the soothing sounds of his heart beating against my ear and I sighed. My tears continued in silence, but they began to slow until I sniffled against him and closed my eyes. I felt exhausted and light all at the same time.
The paddling had been hard. I hadn’t expected anything less. What was unexpected though was the sheer freedom that came with it. My fear from the events of the day had been wiped away. My guilt had all but disappeared. The shock that had come when I’d learned my true identity had faded away too. It was as if he had taken the weight of the world from my shoulders. My breathing started to normalize, but he still didn’t force me away.
He held me and my heart beat for him. Only him.
There was no protecting myself from a man like him. I should have known it from the moment he’d jumped up onto that stage that he would capture my heart and never let it go. I’d fought it every step of the way, but I could no longer deny it now.
Sitting there in his lap, there was so much more between us than just a master and his pet.
“I love you, sir,” I whispered.
His arms tightened around me even more firmly.
“I love you too, kitten,” he murmured. Gently, he pressed his lips to the top of my head and kissed it. “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”
Chapter 11
Chloe
It could have been hours later. I had no idea. Time had no meaning as we sat there together. The warm buzzing sensation of pure joy tingled just beneath my skin and when he finally cleared his throat, I lifted my head and gazed back at him.
“It’s time for me to put you to bed,” he said softly. “A well-punished kitten sleeps in her cage for the night until her master decides she can join him in his bed.”
My pussy pulsed hard. I slid my legs against each other and came to the mortifying conclusion that I was wet. Not just wet; I wa
s so soaked that it was dripping down my thighs. There was no doubt in my mind that there would be a wet spot on his lap because of it. I couldn’t stop myself from blushing and if he noticed it, he didn’t say a word. I was grateful for that. I didn’t know why my body was reacting like this, but there was nothing I could do to make it stop.
The thought of being caged was remarkably unsettling, but my body throbbed with arousal all the same.
He lifted me up in his arms and strode over to a door in the corner of his bedroom. I hadn’t noticed it before. He slid a skeleton key into the handle and unlocked it, revealing a small but cozy room. There were a number of plush couches as well as a fancy cherry wood armoire. The floor was covered in a multitude of soft pillows that I wanted to stretch out on, but that wasn’t what captured my attention.
In the corner was an oversized metal crate. The bottom was lined with thick memory foam padding and there were a few pillows inside. There was enough room for me to lie down and stretch out. It looked tall enough for me to comfortably sit up as well. He placed me down and lightly traced his fingers up and down my back.
“Climb into your cage, kitten. You will rest inside your cage for me. I have some work to finish while you sleep. After I finish up, I’ll come and bring you to bed with me,” he said softly.
“My tail, sir?” I asked.
“Your bad girl tail is to remain in your naughty little bottom until I decide to remove it,” he directed, and my flush deepened as my sore asshole tightened around the large plug. “Now get down on your knees and crawl inside. I will secure the door for you, kitten.”
He held my hand as I dropped to one knee and then the next. I whimpered quietly as I leaned forward on my hands and started to crawl into the cage. Once I was completely inside, I sat on the side of my hip and watched as he locked the door behind me.
“While I’m gone, you are not allowed to touch your pretty little pussy, no matter how desperately you want to orgasm. Your pleasure is mine to give, my pet, and if you take it without permission, I will not hesitate to punish you even if your bottom is bright red and sore inside and out,” he warned.
His denial cut through me like a knife and I blushed hard.
“Did you think I hadn’t noticed your soaking wet little pussy, kitten?” he asked. My eyes dropped to his thigh and I keened in shame, seeing just how large of a wet spot I’d left behind. He dragged his fingers along it, and I flushed even deeper.
“No, sir,” I shivered in harsh arousal.
“Lie down and get some rest, kitten. I will return for you in a little while. Be an obedient little kitten and I might just decide to reward you later,” he offered. I watched him walk away and shut the door behind him. I expected silence, but the soft beats of a song began to play. The words were soothing and trance-like and for a while, I tried to focus on that rather than the intense feelings of desire swirling through me like wildfire.
The cage was quite large and the perfect size for me. I could stretch out my legs and snuggle in the soft pillows. There was even a plush blanket that felt so incredibly luxurious against my naked skin that I couldn’t help but curl up with it surrounding me.
For a while, I tried to sleep, but I was so very sore. My bottom hole ached, still so full of the metal plug attached to my tail. My backside still burned, and I hesitantly reached back to touch it. It was blazing hot and I almost wished that I could see just how bright red it was. Tentatively, I traced my fingers along my punished flesh as the image of my spanking flashed before my eyes. I imagined myself bare as he directed me over his knees. I gasped when I recalled how he’d spread my bottom and pushed in the plug even though I had protested, and I squeezed my naked cheeks hard as I thought about his cruel punishing paddle smacking my backside over and over until I had lain over his knees, sore and sobbing.
My nipples peaked hard. My clit throbbed, begging for touch.
With a heavy swallow, I glanced to the door. I heard nothing but the gentle beat of the music. For a while longer, I just listened. There was no sign of him. Anxiously, I licked my lips and tried to remain obedient.
I was so needy. I wanted to come so badly and when he had said the words that my pleasure was forbidden, it made it that much worse. My entire body pulsed with sensation and the only thing that mattered was the throbbing little bud in between my thighs.
I looked at the door again.
Hesitantly, my hand started to move from caressing my scalded backside to along my inner thighs until I grew brave enough to venture in between my soaked folds.
My clit was so hard.
I couldn’t help myself. With a sigh of pleasure, I lay back and circled my needy bud. I was so wet that I didn’t need any sort of lubricant at all. A quiet moan escaped my lips and I shuddered hard with desire. I grew hot enough that I threw the blanket off of me and I worked my hand between my thighs even more fervently.
I was so close.
The sound of the door opening behind me poured over me like a bucket of icy water.
I froze.
He tsked under his breath in disappointment and I gathered myself enough to jerk my hand away from the juncture of my thighs as if it could help the fact that he’d caught me touching myself after he’d strictly forbidden it.
“Kitten, I told you that you weren’t allowed to give yourself pleasure, didn’t I?” he asked calmly, which was almost worse than if he’d raised his voice at me with anger.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, unable to cover up the sound of my fear.
He was cool and collected as he walked over to the wooden armoire. He opened it in complete silence, and I was able to catch a glimpse of what was inside. A multitude of various straps hung from hooks along the back, along with a collection of canes, crops, and other various wooden implements that made my pussy clench tight.
He turned in such a way that I couldn’t see what he reached for. Leisurely, he put a few things in his pockets and turned back to face me. The look on his face was dark and I couldn’t help but crawl backwards in the cage a bit in fear. I couldn’t bear to meet the challenge in his eyes, so I dropped my gaze and noticed that he was holding a furry pair of leather cuffs in his hands. I gulped anxiously.
“Put your hands to the side of the cage,” he instructed. As soon as he spoke, I knew there wasn’t even the slightest bit of leeway in his tone. He meant business. I had directly disobeyed his instructions and I was going to pay dearly for it.
I obeyed.
He slipped the cuffs in between the bars and swiftly bound me inside the leather restraints. Once I was bound, he circled around to the door of the cage, kneeling down and pulled my body toward him. With my hands over my head, I couldn’t defend myself as he placed his hand over my aching pussy.
“Do you get to touch this without permission, kitten?” he asked.
My entire body tensed.
“No, sir,” I replied, my voice barely audible.
“Not only was your bad girl tail not enough of a reminder to obey your master, but you were just paddled over my knee, kitten. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You need so much more, don’t you, my pet?” he pressed.
I shivered hard and my inner walls tightened with desire.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mused. “It’s going to look so much prettier after it’s been spanked bright red, isn’t it, kitten?”
I stilled. I tried to close my thighs, but he grabbed one knee and bound it with a leather belt. Then he did the same to the other so that my legs were spread wide open within the door of the cage.
He smacked my pussy hard with the flats of his fingers.
I wasn’t ready. It didn’t matter. The sting burst across my sensitive flesh almost immediately after the initial shock faded. Then he spanked my pussy again. Bound as I was, I couldn’t block his harsh smacks. Each one was just as cruel as the last and I soon found myself writhing and twisting as much as I possibly could. Even if I wanted to remain still, I couldn’t. It hurt too much and just when I t
hought I could bear no more, he paused, and I struggled to catch my breath.
He patted my pussy with his palm gently, but it was enough to renew the terrible sting he’d branded across my tender folds. I blushed hard at the wet sounds and I turned my head, hoping I could hide my shame from him.
“A spanking on this sensitive and very needy little pussy hurts, doesn’t it, kitten?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I keened as he used the pad of a single finger to tease my clit.
“Good,” he replied. “It isn’t nearly red enough though. This naughty little pussy needs to be spanked bright red before I spank that disobedient little clit.”
My inner walls fluttered hard and my hips arched backwards just as his fingers spanked my pussy hard once again. I keened and cried out, but his hand was true and struck hard in between my thighs each and every time. Even though I tried to remain strong, my hands pulled hard at the cuffs and they bit into my skin just the slightest bit. My knees tightened against the leather restraints, but I couldn’t close my legs or stop even a single occurrence of his hand punishing between my thighs.
I wanted to cry. I thought I was going to when he paused once more.
Please. Let it be over. I learned my lesson.
He spread my lips open, revealing the needy little bud that had been hidden between them. Almost lazily, he slipped one finger into my entrance. He pushed it in remarkably easy and I blushed hard knowing that meant I was soaking wet for him.
“You’re so much wetter than before, little kitten,” he said, and I couldn’t help but cringe at his words. I didn’t want him to be right, but he was, and I could do nothing to hide it.
He struck my clit a single time and beautiful agony blossomed across my pussy, settling deep into my core with a heavy pulse of painful pleasure.
“This little clit is going to be spanked ten times. I want it very sore for what comes next,” he warned, and I whined with fear.
He didn’t give me a chance to think or even remotely prepare myself for the rest of that spanking. Instead, he struck my tender little bud over and over with cruel intensity until I was left a wet mess of pleasure and pain and confusing sensations. I couldn’t tell up from down and I writhed for him in my cage.
