Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
To discipline her with the intensity I was about to demonstrate—and with more intensity still, later on, because I felt absolutely certain Leah would show her need for sterner measures as well—wouldn’t just result in cataclysmic pleasure for both of us. I would also help Leah find her way forward into a fulfilled life.
The way she moaned at the word rebel told me more than I had ever imagined such an inarticulate sound could impart in the way of meaning. Long and drawn out, accompanied with a tremor in her hips and a little pushing out of her backside, as if to show me despite herself what a good girl she could be.
Between her trim thighs, over the lacy white thong that now stretched across them to serve as a sort of light bondage for my rebel, I gazed down at her adorable pussy. The pale outer lips, rendered so thrillingly bare and smooth by the expert Selecta aesthetician, had parted a little with the tugging of Leah’s fingers on her thighs. I had a gratifying sight of the rosier inner pout of my bed girl’s pussy, and of the sweet, glistening hole where my iron bar of a cock would very soon go.
Above the entrance to that velvet sheath lay the wrinkled button of her smallest opening, where I had verified—from her intense reaction to the simple pressure of my thumb—that Leah did indeed require a good deal of training. I would give her that training when she was ready, and her bottom would receive its own first fucking very soon, whether or not her first anal occurred as part of her pussy discipline.
I held my hand raised not to shoulder height, as I had when spanking her naughty butt just a moment before, but to a point just above my waist. I wanted Leah to feel this first pussy punishment sharply, but not truly painfully. Above all, I wanted to introduce her to this intense form of discipline in a manner that got her ready for her first fucking—so ready that she would beg to have my cock rip through her virgin barrier despite the pain of the defloration.
I turned my eyes to the picture window, to meet Leah’s gaze as she too watched our reflection. Her lovely face wore such an expression of almost-theatrical woe that I had another vertiginous moment of feeling like I could see into her mind. The crease in her forehead and the chewing of her lower lip, I knew somehow, were meant as much for herself as for me: she had framed this special, wonderful, degrading moment as a new chapter in her story, and she had adopted the role of the poor punished girl, given a terribly intimate punishment despite all her attempts at rebellion and all her pleas for mercy.
I returned my attention to her pussy, so that I could make sure my spanks landed precisely where I intended them. Just as I started to bring my hand down, I saw a shining bead of her arousal form at the entrance to her virgin sheath. I knew my hand would come away wet, and I knew my rebel’s pussy would be very, very ready for my cock when the time came.
Leah
It made a sharp sound. Not as loud as my ass had made, but just as clear. The noise seemed to lead the pain by even a little more than Christian’s spanks on my bottom had. I realized even as my body reacted to the agony in a place made for pleasure, though, that time had slowed down for me. The impression of lag probably came from the mental detachment that seemed to get stronger and stronger each time he sent me floating off into outer space.
My screams of pain as my would-be keeper spanked my pussy over and over, my writhing under his hand, my clutching at my backside, my bucking hips… all of it unfolded in what felt like slow motion. It took a long time for me to process the most awful part: how the sound of those slaps in my most sensitive place became a little muffled and… wet.
Oh, no, said the floating voice in the part of outer space that had somehow found its way into my head. No… no…
But no doubt could exist. My need had gotten my new master’s hand wet as he spanked my pussy.
How could I keep calling him my would-be sponsor and my would-be keeper, in my head? I hoped fervently with some remaining shred of dignity that I had managed to guard in the back of my consciousness, that I would never reveal the fact to Christian… but my mind had just up and called him my new master.
What could this darkly revelatory punishment represent, if not a billionaire mastering his just-purchased virgin fuck toy? Binding her to his will, making her obedient? Preparing her for his cock?