Punish Me
I knelt there waiting, in the mess of my own arousal. The hot wetness all over my legs still flowed slowly from between my thighs. I whimpered pitifully, neglected waiting for the next assault to my battered body. Out of the darkness he touched me, tugged hard at my nipples bruised and sore. I yelped and the heat of his palm across me face sent stars before my eyes and fireworks exploded across my pussy. ‘Punish me’ I thought. Every atom of my being buzzed with want for the pain he could inflict upon me. “You are not to speak, to moan, to groan or scream.” he growled at me, his voice almost a whisper. I tried so hard to obey, tried hard to be the good little bitch to be used as he sought …