Takedown
“Bend over, slut!” I barked.
She looked me in the eye and didn’t move. I reached for her and she spun away, but not fast enough, not before I latched onto her left nipple. She let out a scream as I squeezed and used it as a lever to turn her as I’d ordered. As soon as her back was to me I pushed her onto the bench where I wanted her. She started to rear up but I slammed her down again. This time she stayed. I motioned to my assistants and before she could move again they’d cuffed her to the bench.
“Try to get up again and I’ll beat the shit out of you,” I stated firmly, calmly. She moaned and trembled, started up, thought again, and settled down with a faint growl. I motioned to my assistants again. One reached around and undid her belt, then they both took down her pants and underwear, pulling them over her boots, leaving me clear access to her ass and thighs.
“I’m going to mark you, slut,” I said, watching her reaction, enjoying the squirm. “But then, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
When she didn’t answer I smacked her ass, hard. Impact like that made an impression, so my “I said, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ met with an answer this time.
“Yes ma’am,” she said. She got very still and looked at me over her shoulder. “Please, ma’am, please mark me,” she pleaded.
I stepped forward and put her head down with a grab of her hair. “Be careful what you ask for, slut,” I growled. I smacked her ass again. And again. She started making those noises that goad me into more, which I gave her. Our breath matched and she started rocking, keeping time with my strokes.
I gave her one last hard one that made her cry out. “I love hearing your pain,” I told her, encouraging her to give me more. She just nodded, panting.
I stepped back and picked up my cane, cutting through the air near her ear to let her know what was coming. I started a rhythmic tapping on her thighs and ass, occasionally pausing to give her a hard strike and recover from it, only to go back.
“Twenty more, slut. That’s what I need to satisfy me. Count.” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” she sighed, trembling, expectant.
I used her ass as well as her thighs in back and in between. I laid stripes, pausing to hear her count, to catch my breath, to touch the welts. I picked on favorite place on her right cheek and kept returning, knowing that would be the one she would write me about tomorrow and the next day because of the bruise it would leave.
At ten I paused and whispered, “Halfway there, slut. Give me what I need.”
She moaned and nodded. “Yes, ma’am,” she breathed.
At eighteen I paused again to catch my breath. I turned her head with a handful of hair and looked into her eyes. I saw tears and a faraway look that told me she was exactly where she wanted to be. “Two more,” I stated coolly.
She nodded, “Yes ma’am, whatever you need.”
Nineteen was brutal. The whistle of the cane through the air was electrifying, and I felt the impact through my arm and into my cunt. She screamed, caught her breath, and after a few deep pants said “Nineteen ma’am, thank you ma’am.” Music to my ears.
Twenty was completely for me, as hard as I could hit her. I was so close to coming I couldn’t wait any longer. Even before her screams died down I motioned to have her untied, stood her up, picher her to her knees, and gave her a glove to put on. I lifted my skirt and spread my legs.
“Fuck me. Now. Two fingers to start; I’ll tell you more when I want more.”
She struggled with linear thought, then realized she’d better get her fingers in me. She reached up and parted my cunt lips, then slid in two fingers. I pushed down on them and grabber her hair.
“Fuck me hard. Now, and don’t stop till I tell you,” I said.
She rammed her two fingers upward into me. I moaned, and on about the fourth thrust, I came, hard, scratching her back and yelling curses at her. It took the edge off, but I was ready for me.
"Lube up and give me your fist," I ordered. As she hurried to comply I laid back and spread my legs. She started touching me with her slick hand. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to me. "You're going to give me exactly what I need," I whispered.
She swallowed hard and nodded, now an eager participant in her captivity. She slide her hand into me slowly, as I directed her. Soon I was ready. "Now, give me your hand."
She slid her hand in and moaned as I opened for her. I threw my head back and rocked my hips into her. But I needed more.
"Swing your ass towards me," I said. "Keep your hand where it is, and just move over. " It was hard, but she did it, giving me full access to her ass. I motioned to my assistant for my paddle.
As she kept moving in me I started beating her ass. I kept up a steady rhythm, turning her ass a deeper shade of red. She started crying out with each blow, but kept up her movements inside me. Good thing... the punishment for stopping would have been more than she could bear.
"I'm going to beat your ass until I cum," I growled. She nodded, unable to speak. I wasn't giving her much time to breathe, but I needed her pain to cum. I started a final assault and she started screaming, but kept fucking me and I came, hard, delivering one last blow that caused her to lurch away, but at the point she simply couldn't help herself.
"Stop," I ordered, ready to release her hand. She stopped and for a moment the only noise was my panting and her sobbing. "Out," I said, and she slipped her hand slowly out. "Take off the glove," I told her. She caught her breath, removed the glove, and was handed a towel by one of the assistants. She wiped off her arm and sat back, waiting, breathing, stifling her cries.
I slowly sat up and took her in my arms. I held her and rocked her as the tears kept coming, bringing her slowly back down, nestled in my arms.