I knelt on the bed and leaned over her and gently massages my fingers either side of her head. ‘Mmm, soothing,’ she whispered. After a few minutes of this she asked me if I was getting tired. ‘Well, my arms are aching slightly,’ I said. ‘Well just lie here still for a while, I think you’ve done the trick’. I slid on the bed and she put an arm around my shoulders. I snuggled in to her neck and put an arm around her waist but daringly between her dressing gown and tummy. I froze, I didn’t more a muscle and hopes she would let me leave it there. She didn’t say a word but stayed completely still. We lay like that for about five minutes and her breathing seemed to deepen… perhaps she was dropping off again? I moved my hand up slowly in her dressing gown, marvelling at the warmth and inhaling the musky sweat of her warm body. When I reached the curve of her breast I almost passed out with tension but she remained still and I moved my fingers onto her nipple. It was very big and engorged. “Beg me to stop, slut,” he growled. “Please, Sir! Stop! My pussy has learnt its lesson. It is so sore, please Sir. Stop,” tears streamed down my face as I begged. Although my pussy was dripping by the time he stopped his punishment, it was also burning with pain and soreness. My clit was rock hard in between my pussy folds and I could feel it ache for attention. He threw his belt aside and quickly flipped me around, resecuring the ropes. I was on my stomach, my ass and pussy bared to him. “You won’t cum without permission again, will you, slut?” Mr. McIntosh pulled my hair back just enough to make it hurt. “You’ll wait, won’t you?” “Yes, Sir,” I screamed, “I promise!” “Good.” He positioned his cock over the entrance to my pussy and plummeted into me. My pussy accepted his cock immediately, regardless of his enormity, and welcomed it into its warm depths. His cock stung my sensitive pussy, rubbing against the area that the ruthless whip had targeted. I moaned in pain but stopped once.
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