Moans, stifled by the gag, still well up out of her. Not as loud, but just as erotic. Switching things up, I flick my wrist with every hit, making the tails slap against the underside of one breast then the top side of the other. The loud snaps of leather against flesh fill the room. Precum leaks freely from my tip, but I'm too invested in her reactions to notice. Besides, they'll be time later for me, when I'm shoved down her throat, giving Caitlin her last punishment. The thought alone makes my cock jump up. I just have to hold out for a little while longer.
Moving down, I do the same thing to her stomach and then her thighs until her body is pink and warmed up. Already her eyes are glossing over as she looks at me. So close to where I need her to be. Soon, she'll start spilling all her secrets. Brushing my hands up and down her warm skin, she shivers and writhes at my touch.
I glide my fingers just a bit lower and smile at how aroused she is. Leaning over, I undo the spreader bar and toss it to the side. After I undo her leg restraints, I ease her body over until she's back into the proper keeling position. I stand back and watch her. Her ass jumps and jiggles as she makes herself as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, I catch her shift to where her weight isn't completely on her nipples.
Grinning, I pick up my flogger and proceed to give her back the same treatment as her front. Within minutes her shoulders and upper torso are a light pink. Making my way down, I decide to warm up her ass with another spanking. I just can't help it. I crave my hands on her. Before smacking her, I simply stand there, my fingers gripping into her supple flesh. I pry her cheeks apart and stare at her bottom hole, even as she squirms about, trying to deny me the pleasure. Releasing her for a moment, I slide my hands up and down her ass and thighs, warming up the skin beneath my fingers. Then, I set about laying my hand to her flesh. Her soft moans and sighs as I smack her bottom and thighs in a steady cadence flow through me and straight to my balls. They tighten up at the sight of her body pliant and pink for me.
I fist her hair into my hands and turn her face to the side so I can see her. Her pupils are completely blown out and her gaze has a soft, detached look to it. Perfect. I slide my finger around the gag, just to make sure she's getting enough air. Not seeing any signs of distress, I let my fingertips flutter about the straps for a moment. Setting her head back down onto the bench, I reach over and grab my leather strap. Excellent for correcting wayward young women. Standing back, I take my aim. With one, swift blow, I take the strap to her right butt cheek, watching in fascination as the skin and muscle ripple beneath the impact. It never ceases to amaze me. Her sharp intake of breath is the only sign she even felt it. In gradual increments her ass rises to me in silent begging. Fuck me, but I just watch her. None of my other girls responded as sweetly or beautifully as she is. It only takes a quick glance and heavy sniff to the air to know that she's far gone and aroused beyond all reason.
My beast struggles deep within me. I hold him back as best I can, but his clawing at my brain is an incessant white noise that I can't turn off. All I can do is just keep disciplining her. It's the only thing that quiets me. Raising my hand up again, I land a blow to her opposite cheek. Her whimpers and wriggles are adorable, but I don't stop. One blow after the other for ten more licks. I stop and smooth my hands over her inflamed skin. Already the welts pebble and mar her ass and legs, but to me, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman wearing my marks.
At this moment, her skin is mottled with pinks and reds, but come tomorrow, it will morph into bruises. More precum leaks at that delicious thought. Setting the strap down, I pick up the cane. I test it in my hands for a bit. It's flexible, but not the stingiest I own. I debate how badly I want to punish the wench, then decided to keep with the one I have. She'll be mine to torment for at least the next week. Best to spread things out a bit. Leaning over, I nuzzle my nose across the shell of her ear. She moans softly and arches her ass up to me.
Smiling, I slide my palm down her butt and across her lower lips. She jerks against my touch and grinds into me. The more she bares down, the further I slip my fingers away, giving her just enough to keep her panting, but not enough to get her off. I glide my fingers through her lips, trapping the inner labia in my grasp and tug slightly. She grunts and twists against the restraints. I simply smile and smack her ass, leaving the orb glistening with her own arousal.
"This is going to sting a bit. Take it like a good girl, and I'll let you confess and be done with for tonight." If I don't let up soon, it will be way too much for her. Already fatigue is setting in. I see it in every bunch of her muscles, in the lines and shadows on her face. What she needs is a good meal and some sleep. We can always continue tomorrow. No doubt her sins will leave her sitting pretty the entire time she's here.
Easing back from her, I test the cane again. I bend it back and forth before eyeing my target. In a swift stroke, I lay down my line of fire, delighted when her body bows up in agony. Now we're getting somewhere. Without giving her much of a breath, I lay the next one down right underneath. The twin lines of red stripes make me draw up. I am painfully hard. Gripping my erection at the base, I grit my teeth and look away. I take deep breaths, anything to calm me down. The cane in my hand feels like a toothpick in my grip. The splinters of wood from where I'm gripping it dig into my palms. Soon. Soon I'll be in her mouth for the final punishment. I just have to wait it out a little longer. I lay my next line down, my hand never leaving my cock. I stroke it a few times, coaxing another drop or two of precum from my shaft.
It's such an exquisite agony. I almost wish I ungagged her for this, but I'm too far gone to stop. Another line of fire followed by a muffled screech. Tears flow from her eyes, dampening the bench. I lay the stripes down, showing her no mercy. After ten, I stop and toss the cane aside, letting it clatter on the floor. Kneeling, I blow against the stripes. Massive heat radiates from her skin. Her ass is swollen and red, but her pussy is wet with her arousal. Growling, I slide my tongue against each cane stripe, groaning every time she whimpers.
I take my time with her, soothing her skin with my fingers and a special ointment formulated for my prisoners. By tomorrow, the redness will have faded, and all that will be left is the achy soreness and bruises. After tending to Caitlin, I ease her over, relishing her whimpers as her butt touches the bench. I pry the gag out of her mouth and toss it to the side before smoothing her hair back from her face.
"You took that very well, princess, and I know you're tired. Confess your misdeeds to me and I'll get you fed and into bed."
Her tiny sniffles tug at me, but this is the most important part of the process. Without this, all punishment is meaningless.
"I got drunk, stole some office equipment, and drew on my boss’s face."
I pause, not sure if I missed something or not. “And?”
Her cheeks turn crimson. “I solicited sex from a Christmas character?”
Chuckling, I rest my hand on her belly. “I’m not going to count that one if you don’t.” My eyes narrow into a stern glare. “But come now, fess up. You didn’t make it on the naughty list for some petty grievances.”
She furrows her brow, deep in thought. “I guess I cussed out my neighbors too much?”
With a sigh, I ease up and walk around to the front of the bench where her hands are still cuffed. “Caitlin, don’t make this harder on yourself than it has to be. Tell me what you’ve really done wrong. The more you lie, the worse it will become.”
Her eyes are wild as they fly about my face. A faint tinge of unease flows through me, but the lists are never wrong. Disappointment swamps me as I take in this nefarious little actress. How can she lie with not a trace of guilt? Even the most hardened criminals eventually crack under my pressure. But here’s Caitlin, acting as if she’s never done a thing wrong in her life.
Anger fills my belly as I continue to stare at her, continue to give her time and space to confess. Shame at my stupidity burns through me. To think I could mate with someone that could lie with such impunity
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Leaning down, I curl my fingers around her throat. “Do. Not. Toy with me.” I grip tighter, feeling her pulse fluttering in a wild staccato against my palm. “I gave you pleasure, yes, but do not mistake me for being soft. I can make things so much more painful for you.”
Tears stream down her cheeks as she stares up at me, her gaze imploring. Finally, I’m getting through to her. Soft sobs croak from her throat before she slumps against the bench in defeat. A small smile crosses my lips. They all break eventually.
Her lips move for a moment with no sound coming out. I loosen my grip and lean down, trying to discern her words from her sobs
“I’ve never told anyone this.” More sobs wrack her body until she’s a quivering mess beneath me.
“Let it out sweetie. Allow me to be your absolution.”
She sniffs a bit before talking. “When I was at Jenny’s sleepover,” sniff “I told everyone that she wet the bed.” Sniff, sniff. “Everyone believed me too. They started calling her Jenny Peabody. She didn’t have any more friends at school and eventually had to move to another one.” Caitlin’s voice is high and squeaky with hysteria.
She must have noted the confused look on my face because she stares up at me, eyes wet and wild, searching my face. “I was the one who wet the bed. It was me. I’m the Peabody!”
I pull back and watch her for a moment. “Like what, you got drunk a few months ago?” With my hand just resting against her throat now, she’s able to thrash her head back and forth.
“I was in the fourth grade. I’m so ashamed that I did that. And I couldn’t tell anyone because then I’d be the Peabody.”
Anger rips through my body. Enough of this. Enough of her skirting the truth. Easing away from her body, I make my way to the head of the bench. Staying silent, I unshackle her hands before clipping each cuff down by her side. With the press of a button, a small headrest pops out from the front. I slide my hands under her shoulders and hoist her forward until her head is resting on the new pillow.
With some maneuvering, I angle the head cradle downward until her head is in line with my shaft. The column of her throat is stretched taut, allowing me to see every single swallow from her delicate column. My shaft throbs at each jerk of movement.
“Open,” I growl, lining up my head with her lips. Before she can comply, I smear a drop of my essence across her rosy lips. She opens and looks up at me, her eyes wide with a tinge of fear. I toss my head back and thrust into her mouth, ignoring her squeals of discomfort. I travel to the back of her throat, delighting in the feel of her spasming around me. I almost shoot off at her gagging. Steeling my resolve, I pull out, let her breathe, and surge back in.
Tingles go up and down my spine settling into my balls. They tighten up as I saw in and out of her mouth. Glaring down at her, I watch her eyes flutter closed in bliss. Not going to happen. I snake my tail out and curve it up before smacking it hard on one nipple then the other. The strike reverberates through the tip and up my tail spreading warmth through my body. Her mouth opens in an "O" of surprise at the pain. Taking my opportunity, I slam my hips into her, bringing her nose flush with my balls. Caitlin squeaks and squirms, but I clutch her head close to me, not giving her an inch. Her bonds rattle as her body writhes beneath me. Letting her go, I give her a minute to catch her breath.
Her breasts heave with the air she's trying to gulp down into her. Reaching below, I fist her hair into my hands and thrust into her a few more times. I'm not going to last much longer. Already my balls are drawing up tight against my body. The tingles of my orgasm start at the base of my spine and surge up through my dick. I pull out just a little so that my essence will coat her tongue, delivering her actual punishment. I roar out my release as my cum shoots into her mouth. Thick and creamy, it fills her completely. I force her mouth closed so she can't spit any of it out, vile as it will be.
Caitlin's eyes fly to mine, her gaze unreadable. She swallows a few times before I force her mouth open to show me that all of it has gone down. Satisfied that punishment has been delivered, I amble my way over to the basin to clean off what's left. Her soft breathing follows me as I walk away.
"Is that what most guys taste like?"
I ignore her question until I'm fully clean. Turning back around, I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. "Don't tell me that was your first time."
A small blush tinges her cheeks. "No Sir."
My beast wriggles about at her honorific. She's so mellow, so submissive. Maybe now she'll think twice about lying to me.
"It is the first time someone's finished in my mouth though." Her gaze drifts over the room but refuses to land on me.
A smug pride fills me. Knowing that I was a first in some way for her.
"Can I have some more later?"
Ice fills my veins at her words. Unless her palate is used to rotten food and ash, my cum should have been horrific for her. Anyone caught lying suffers the same consequence. Thinking back, most of the women that tried me in this way gagged as I filled them up. Caitlin, on the other hand, took my seed like it was nothing.
"How did it taste to you?"
She tries to avoid my gaze, but I stand over her, forcing her to look at me.
"Crème brûlée? But with just that amazing hint of char after they torch the top. Honestly, the last time I tasted that was when I went to a fancy restaurant for my birthday. It's been my favorite ever since."
My knees threaten to buckle as I force myself away from her. That can't be possible. My cum only tastes like that for good girls, not for liars. Her words and actions swirl about in my brain, threatening to make me dizzy.
"You were telling the truth? That's literally all you've done?" She looks so small and helpless chained to my bench. Fathers, what have I done? I stagger back until my back hits the wall. Every blush, every whimper, all of it replays like a bad dream. I've punished an innocent. Fuck!
I fist my hair in my hands. How could this have happened? The lists are never wrong. Ever. I narrow my gaze as I stare at her. "Kris. Fuck him. He has to be the cause of all this." She crinkles up her nose in that adorable way she does when she's confused. "Fredrick," I bellow, fairly shaking the rafters. Caitlin flinches as I stalk towards her. I don't even look at her as I undo her restraints. I don't have the right to. Shame floods my body, churning my stomach. By the time she's undone, Fredrick is at my side.
“Clean her up and get her some warm clothes. We're visiting Kris."
If he's concerned or surprised, he doesn't show it. Keeping silent, he gathers Caitlin up and leads her out of the room. Pain rips through me as she walks away. She doesn't say anything, but instead keeps throwing me little glances that cut straight through to my heart. My beast rages and roars inside of me, demanding I break every bone in Fredrick's body for touching his woman, but I tamp him down. I can't let him get this close, not when I'm about to see Kris. The last thing I need is the reindeer brigade coming down on me full force for punching out their beloved leader.
I wait until I hear the water running upstairs before I too ascend. The house is eerily silent with just the sound of rushing water interspersed with the howling wind. Thankfully, Fredrick is in the den straightening up some things. I don't think I'd be able to control myself if he were with her while she showered. Growling under my breath, I make my way over to the bar, grabbing my strongest whisky as I watch him putter about.
If he's concerned, he's showing no signs of it. Gripping the glass almost to the point of breaking, I tread back and forth in front of the mantle, my brain zooming about. How can the lists be wrong? More importantly, how could I have been so harsh with an innocent? The beast prowls about inside me, head thrown back in smug satisfaction. Punishment or not, she enjoyed it.
Her arousal still clings to my body like a second skin. Its heady perfume follows my every step. Groaning, I down my drink and set my glass on the mantle, barely cognizant of Fredrick shuffling behind to grab it off the aged wood.
What am I going to do? I si
t at my chair and hang my head in my hands. If I had any chance of keeping her, it became thinner after this. Most likely she'll hate me after all I put her through. Any normal human would want as far away from me as she could. It's only natural.
Images of her lithe body, spread and aroused, filter through my brain. My beast taunts me with what I can't have. Glancing over to the list at my side, I snarl and fling it onto the floor. What good is a list that gets the most important thing wrong? Fredrick stops in front of the chair and inclines his head down to mine. I spare him a quick glance before stooping to pick the book back up. He hands me a simple white shirt and leather pants along with a bundle of clothes for Caitlin.
"Master, your ward is finished with her shower. Would you like me to dress her or do you want to do that?"
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. Like hell he’s going to see her naked. Rising, I hold out my hands for the clothes. With what seems like a relieved sigh, Fredrick hands them over and starts to prepare for our journey. I make quick work of my own clothes and slip them on before walking over to the bathroom, preparing myself for her censure. Half-baked apologies and promises die on my lips as I take in her glistening form. Water droplets sluice from her body and onto the bathmat.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Her soft words pierce me to my core. She looks so hesitant, so unsure of herself. And now, I hate myself even more. More than that, however, I despise Kris for putting her in a position like this. How dare he toy with a mortal like this! Unbidden, my mind goes back to Angelica. My ire rises to a righteous indignation. He has a proven track record of toying with whatever he pleases.
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