by Carly Morgan
“What’s the largest bone in the human body?” he barked the same question from earlier while she was still struggling and crying in distress. He spanked each thigh in turn, and then moved back up to her bottom, focusing the brush on the blotchy crimson circle that ran down the middle of her crack just above the base of the plug.
Miraculously, she didn’t even need to think about it this time. “The femur!” she choked out, very clearly. “It’s the femur! Please, sir, I’m sorry! Please let me up!”
It upset him all over again that she’d purposely pretended not to know, and he let his displeasure be known by driving that brush down even harder over her ass and thighs. “You naughty girl!” he reprimanded her harshly. “You deserve every bit of this good, long spanking, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she agreed desperately. “I’m sorry I was a bad girl!”
“What happens to bad little girls?” He let his arm hang in the air to give her a chance to answer. She knew what he wanted to hear. The only question was if she’d take her time delivering it. He felt her body collapse against him in exhaustion, and then heard her mumble something through her sniffles. Callan leaned closer to her, the brush still hovering in the air over her thighs. “Excuse me? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“They get spankings,” she mumbled again, though slightly louder than before.
Callan thwacked her on the right thigh, making her grunt as her body jolted. “They get spankings until when?”
“Until their bottoms are red and hot,” she nearly grumbled. Callan didn’t know why it was so hard for her to speak the words out loud, but something about her reluctance to admit how she was punished turned him on.
“Are you ready to study now?” he asked her at last, punctuating his question with a smack to her left thigh this time. She whimpered sorrowfully through her tears.
“Yes,” she complied readily, her voice weak as she hung over his lap, reaching around to clutch one of his legs in an overwhelmingly intimate manner. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. But first, I’m going to have my way with you for having to put up with all your nonsense this morning.”
He gave six or seven more hard whacks of the brush to her blistered bottom, setting her off into hysterics all over again. Then, before even giving her a chance to compose herself, he snatched her off his lap from around the waist and carried her around to the back of the couch, which he promptly bent her over. He held her there roughly; her swollen ass and chafed thighs stretched tautly over the edge as her head flopped across the cushions and her toes just barely grazed the floor.
Callan dropped his shorts to the floor and nudged her legs open with his knees as he probed her cunt with his hard and ready cock. She was drenched, just like she always was after he punished her. Callan realized he still had the bath brush clenched between his fist. He dropped it to the floor as he plunged his cock inside her silky, warm, wet, wonderful place.
He groaned with wild pleasure. His penis felt gloriously cramped inside her pussy with the big plug pushing against the other side of her vaginal wall. She moaned as well, though Callan couldn’t be sure if it was with contentment or discomfort. Perhaps a mixture of the two.
“How does that feel?” he asked as he began to thrust with long, sure strokes. “To have your pussy fucked while your ass is stuffed with a nice, fat plug?”
“Oh… Callan… sir…” her voice was strained with intensity. “It feels so… so full!”
“Bad little girl.” Callan grunted and sighed while he fucked her nice, tight pussy. He was trying to sound stern, but was enjoying himself too much to fully accomplish it. “Making me stuff your naughty little bottom with a big plug. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
“Y… ye… yes…” Her voice reverberating as he began fucking her harder and faster. His hips smashed into her hot, swollen buttocks and his ball sack smacked the inside of her thigh.
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and then her face, squeezing roughly here and there, letting her know she was his. “Mine,” he said out loud, panting from the exertion of fucking her so fast and thoroughly. “You’re mine! To spank like you’re my little girl when you’ve been bad, and to fuck like my naughty slut when you make me hard. Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”
He drove in and out of her, hammering her down into the couch, her legs bouncing helplessly up and down. Eventually, she hooked them with his, drawing him even tighter to her, their flushed skin pressed together, his cock drilling deep into her cunt. “Yes,” she answered, sighing with wanton desire. “I’m yours. Fuck me, Callan. Fuck me, please!”
“No.” He pulled her head back by her hair when he could tell she was about to orgasm, still fucking her with strong, urgent thrusts all the while. “You don’t get to come. Only I get to come this time. Don’t you come, or I’ll paddle your pussy with the bath brush instead of your bottom.”
She gasped, and Callan knew he had to hurry if she had any chance of obeying him. Pinning her down with his hips against the couch, he pounded her with quick, frenzied stabs of his cock until he felt his body jolt and spasm. With a great groan of otherworldly release, he pulled out of her, and squirted her back with his cum. She stayed still, wriggling and mewling, her own body still quaking with need.
“Ohh,” she moaned desperately, reaching her hands around to touch herself. “Can’t I just…”
“No.” He smacked her hands away, and then examined the base of the butt plug, turning it in his fingers and making sure it was still in place and nicely lubed. “After you study like a good girl, I’ll take the plug out and fill your bottom with my cock instead. You can come then.”
Chapter 18
Kaelia
As the afternoon dragged into the evening, Kaelia shifted uncomfortably on the hardwood of the chair of the dinette set where Callan had set up their study space. The plug felt like some terrible post, staking her right between the tender cheeks of her aching bottom. She was also very aware of how wet she was, left hanging on the edge of her orgasm, and with the plug tricking her mind into believing she was actually being fucked.
After Callan had spanked and fucked her so soundly this morning, he’d cuddled her for several long minutes on the couch, and then dressed her himself in a plain t-shirt and tiny cotton shorts as if she were a baby. Kaelia felt embarrassed he hadn’t put panties on her, though probably mostly because of the fact she knew anyone who looked would be able to see the damp circle of moisture on her crotch. But of course, she and Callan had been alone all day.
“Very good,” Callan praised her, when she reiterated for at least the third time that day that entomologists study insects.
She smiled gratefully. Somehow, Callan had been right. She could actually memorize the answers to the trivia questions remarkably easily, if she just concentrated the first couple times he read them to her. And with her bottom so freshly spanked and sore, she knew she had to give Callan her full attention if she didn’t want any more.
Which she absolutely couldn’t take any more. He had already caught her mind wandering off several hours ago. Instead of answering a question she should have known, she’d given him a blank stare, her head somewhere else. He’d very diligently hauled her off her chair, spun her around, and whacked her bottom a good three or four times with that awful bath brush. Kaelia’s eyes had been smarting with tears when she sat back down, and she didn’t let her mind wander again.
“What’s the most widely consumed fruit in the world?” He fired off another question.
“The mango.” This one was easy. The island was full of them. Kaelia could smell their sweet scent every day, wafting in from the breezes off her balcony. “Are you hungry?”
Callan raised a circumspective eyebrow at her, and Kaelia lowered her eyes submissively. “A few more,” he said, his tone urgent but soft. “What’s the former capitol of the country formerly known as Columbia?”
She sighed and stretched her arm flat across the table, laying her cheek down on
top of it. “Bogota.” A sprawling, beautiful city, with its cobblestoned streets and colonial cathedrals. “Let’s go there someday.”
“Bogota?” Callan seemed intrigued.
“Or Belize,” Kaelia smiled wistfully at the idea. Just her and Callan, traveling the world like she used to, except this time there wouldn’t be any murderous assignments, nothing to taint her conscience any more than it was already defiled.
“We can go there,” Callan promised easily. “After this is all over.”
Kaelia felt a heaviness weigh down her chest. Sometimes, when it seemed like she and Callan were the only things that existed in the world, she seemed to forget about the competition; that her freedom still hung in the air like a tidbit of fruit bobbing on a string. But her sore, swollen bottom and prickling, chafed thighs was very much a reminder. She knew Callan had spanked her hard today because he wanted her to make it to the next round. Because he didn’t want to lose her. Kaelia regretted resisting his efforts to get her to study earlier, and not just because her backside was sore.
“Can we stop now?” she asked, in her most practiced acquiescent tone. “Please?”
He gave her a hard look. “What’s the fear of darkness called?”
She bit her lip and lowered her eyes sulkily. She didn’t know the answer. Her eyes went to the brush, set down forebodingly on the table not far from the book. She hoped he hadn’t read her that one yet.
“My bottom hurts,” she complained, changing the subject.
“It’s nyctophobia,” he replied. “You’ll know it tomorrow when I read you that one again.”
Kaelia wasn’t sure if he expected some form of response. “Yes,” She nodded. Better to stay on the safe side.
Callan closed the book, appraising her, though somehow the signal of the end of their studying wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it should be. She remembered his promise to fuck her ass, and though he made her come that way the last time, it had still hurt. “Get up,” he said suddenly, unexpectedly. “And turn around.”
She gave him her best suspicious side eye, but knew better than to object. Gingerly, she rose from her hard seat, feeling the plug pinch and press inside her tight bottom. She turned her back to him, feeling her body flush with a strange warmth to show him her backside in such a degrading manner, even though she was clothed.
Kaelia could hear Callan push his chair away from the table and come stand beside her. Pressing one hand to the front of her waist and the other into the small of her back, he bent her over rather informally and whisked her tiny shorts right down to her knees. Her breath caught and her skin tingled to feel his strong fingers grip the base of the plug. She winced as he turned it around inside her, twisting it first one way, and then the other.
“It seems a spanking and plugged bottom helped you learn after all, didn’t they?”
Kaelia was silent, stewing in her humiliation and disgrace as he teased and pulled on the plug while holding her firmly in place with his big arm around her belly. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp smack bite into the tender middle of her left cheek. She whimpered and sucked in a breath. Under normal circumstances, the little slap wouldn’t have hurt. But her bottom was already so sore and swollen.
“Yes, sir,” she answered obediently, shifting from one foot to the other, fearful he might give her more.
He was too busy playing with the plug. Kaelia cringed and wiggled to feel him jiggling it around. Her anus was so tender from holding a strange object inside it all day, every tiny movement against it felt like a fire burning around her tight ring. “Ohh,” she began to moan, straining against him. “Callan, it hurts…”
“Get on the bed.” He released her rather suddenly and she almost dropped to the floor, but caught herself just in time. She quickly did as she was bid. “On your hands and knees for me, my love. Ass nice and high up in the air. As soon as I get this plug out, I’m going to make you come so hard from your ass fucking.”
Though Kaelia had eventually enjoyed the last time he fucked her bottom hole with his cock, she wasn’t so sure she could take him inside her sore ass today. Nonetheless, she kneeled on the bed, elbows bent with the side of her face pressed against the bedspread. Her plugged ass, still swollen from her spanking as well as welted in the spot where the brush had fallen the most, stuck up vulnerably into the air.
“Good girl,” Callan crooned, kneeling beside her on the bed, facing the other way. He gripped her tightly to him, as if expecting her to try to move away, while he grabbed the plug again. This time, he showed little remorse as he extracted it matter-of-factly from her tight hole which did not seem to want to let it go. Kaelia very quickly realized why he’d held her down.
She bleated piteously to feel her poor, raw band of muscle stretch wide open to release the plug. When it was gone, she felt her bottom pulsating, as if trying to adjust to the empty space. She panted and shook, wanting more than anything to rub the sting away from the tender place.
“It’s sore,” she squeaked plaintively, hoping Callan would take sympathy on her.
“You won’t notice in a minute.” She felt Callan moving behind her, prying open her thighs to get to her bottom. He pressed into her, his rock-hard cock smashing against the split in her bottom before the tip connected to its intended target of her swollen bud. She felt a squirt of something cold, and him smearing it around with his fingers, though the extra lubrication seemed to do little to deflect from her tenderness.
“Ohh,” she moaned, as he began stretching her open all over again. “Please. My bottom is so sore from the plug.”
“Yes, your little pucker is raw and inflamed.” Despite this, he still pushed deeper into her. She steadied her breath and did her best to take him, even though it hurt terribly. “That’s what happens to naughty little girls who are made to wear a plug all day.”
“Ahh,” she moaned again in distress as he entered her, inch by inch, until she felt his pelvis strain against her buttocks. He held her head down against the mattress with his large hand as he began to fuck her tight ass, throwing his hips into it, making sure she took every little bit of him.
“You be a good girl and take my hard cock down your raw little bottom hole,” he began to say in a chiding sort of way. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Kaelia. So nice and hard.”
Her anus throbbed and burned from the friction of his cock rubbing in and out of her, and her buttocks prickled from his hips slamming against them, making it feel like she was being spanked all over again.
“Please,” she began to beg, though she scarcely knew why. It was all just so… so intense. Her body became overwhelmed by the sensation of him, filling her over and over again with his mighty cock, consuming her with his need.
“My tight little slut!” Callan’s voice growled over her, breathless with intensity. “You feel so good. I can’t stand how good you feel!”
He fucked her harder and faster, his cock plunging into her with forceful, deep pumps. Kaelia squealed from the sheer fullness she felt, not only in her bottom now, but taking over her whole body. She reached behind her with her hands, her fingers grasping blindly for him, for something to distract her from the mind-boggling swelling in her body. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back, further immobilizing her, making it so there was nothing left she could do but moan and shriek and take his rock-hard cock, smashing again and again into her anus, until it was going so fast it was like nothing but a blur.
That’s when the tenderness in Kaelia’s bottom seemed to begin to melt away, and in its place something breathtaking bloomed. Kaelia gasped in ecstasy as she came like a wave splashing into the seawall and exploding into a million droplets at once. Callan continued to fuck her ass, bouncing her up and down on the bed, while Kaelia reveled in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. But after several long moments of this, the burning sensation returned to her anal sphincter, much worse than before, and Kaelia began to wail in alarm.
“Tell me
who you belong to!” Callan commanded, his voice strangled as he continued to dip his rock-hard cock into the very deepest depths of her dark and private well. “Tell me what my job is to do to you.”
Kaelia’s body rollicked as she began to come again, causing her to moan raucously. It felt like he was crushing her, and that she desperately needed to get out from under him, to move freely, despite the mind-blowing pleasure of it all. “To fuck me like your own private slut,” she recited quickly, eager for his release. “To spank me when I’m a bad girl.”
He groaned and bucked on top of her, his body stilling as he shot off inside her ass. Kaelia breathed a sigh of relief, and Callan turned her around in his arms as he flopped over and lay down beside her. He kissed her fiercely against the side of her head, clinging to her, their bodies lush and sweaty and rippling with delight. “Good girl,” he told her, panting up at the ceiling, cupping her cheek in his hand. “You’re such a good girl.”
He kissed her mouth then, and Kaelia melted into him like warm butter on hot toast, craving his touch, the closeness of him. She let her head rest against his bulging shoulder, dipping into his chest, her breaths still ragged, her legs wobbly and full of tremors. She felt light-headed, woozy, and fantastic. In fact, she had never felt so good. She could stay like this forever, and be happy for it. Slowly, Kaelia’s eyes closed, and as if the waking world were suddenly too superfluous to exist in any longer, she flitted off to sleep.
Fifth place. Kaelia felt like she’d just fallen over the edge of a cliff, but someone caught her hand before she went too far, and now she was dangling thousands of feet from the ground. Fifth. She almost hadn’t made it at all. Callan had been right. If she hadn’t studied those questions, her bottom still welted and bruised from taking a spanking for each and every one she recited wrong to him, she wouldn’t have placed at all. She would have been on a chopper ride back to Krakian. She might have never seen Callan again.
