Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 23

butterfly

"That was a mistake, little girl. One that has earned you a punishment." My heart was racing.

"What flower are you on, butterfly?"

I thought for a moment. Though I was frightened, I didn't want her to stop. "Lily," I squeaked.

She didn't respond verbally, but she pulled on the leash. I knew I should be offended by wearing a dog's collar and being led around like an animal, but it had me beyond aroused.

"This, little girl, is the whipping bench," she said as I felt a piece of furniture in front of me. "Kneel."

I knelt, my knees touching leather, as did my breasts when she pulled me forward by the leash. My heart began to race, not knowing what would come next.

As if sensing my panic, she calmed me by explaining what would happen. "I will use my hand today, little one, and only deliver five punishment strokes."

Did she mean she was going to spank me? I hadn't received a spanking since I was four-years-old. I didn't have to wonder for long because her hand made contact with my ass, and the slap echoed in the room. It hurt, which I expected. What I didn't expect was the tingle I felt on my clit with each blow. I moaned at the combination of pain and pleasure each time her hand came in contact with my ass. It was over before it began, and I was almost disappointed. When she was finished, she pulled me back upright.

"Now, you will stay still, little one, or I will find a less desirable punishment. Perhaps I will leave you here alone for a while, since it is evident by the wetness running down your legs that you enjoyed that more than it punished you."

I didn't want to be left alone. I wanted to feel her hands on me. I nodded my head and followed her lead back to the high table she'd had me on earlier. Once I was in the inspection position again, I felt her hands move all over my body. They were cool and firm, yet soft as they touched me. I concentrated on not moving as she caressed and stroked me. Her hands found their way to my breasts again, and this time she squeezed with both hands. When his mouth took my nipple into it, I groaned but kept very still.

"Such a good girl, but such a little slut," she said, lowering her hand while she continued to suck, pulling my nipple farther into her mouth while she sucked on my breast, her hands continued to explore my body. Moving lower and lower, she paused at my hip for only a moment before sliding between my folds. I moaned in pleasure, but made sure not to grind onto her hand.

"Such a wet little slut. You want to come, don't you?"

I nodded my head—my entire clit throbbing. I knew I would come in seconds.

"You will not come until I say, is that clear?"

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control my orgasm. I'd done it when I was masturbating for her, but with her here, possibly touching me, I worried how long I'd be able to hold off.

She continued to tease my clit until suddenly, without warning, she thrust a finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly. The sounds of my wetness had my cheeks pink. I could smell myself too, as the aroma in the room was nearly overpowering.

She added a second finger and began pumping it in and out of me quickly while sucking harder on my nipple.

I knew I was close. I couldn't hold on much longer.

"Not yet, butterfly," she said, removing her fingers to give me a chance to calm down.

She released my breast, and I had to bite my lip hard to stop the orgasm that was still building.