Bellisima Princessa

Part 21

Ariyah's POV: 

Mariano gets up from his position next to me. "Your body knows what to do, without your mind even telling you. That is natural submission. By the time I am done with you, you will know how to empty your mind. You need to try to do the best you can to empty your mind so you can feel more than ever. Emptying your mind of thoughts can be a conscious process, as well as a subconscious process. I have a feeling that for you, it will be an intense subconscious process."

As he is talking, I hear a bit of clanging around. I turn around to see him stopping and staring straight at me. His eyes pierce through my soul. "Mia bellisima Principessa, you were doing so well. I guess sluts like you really have to work at being good."

With a huff, I turn my head back around. Within a mere matter of seconds, Mariano's voice went from mocking to commanding. "You are getting punished for that."

Deciding not to say much more, I closed my eyes. "No. Open. I want your eyes open for this." As Mariano says this, a black cup blocks my vision. His rings glisten in the light as he grabs a piece of ice from the cup. "Count. You better thank me."

A resounding slap sounds throughout the room. I sucked in a breath, not only because it hurt, but because I instantly grew wetter than I already was. The feeling and patience that it took to sit through his one finger dragging all over my body had me wound up tighter than a spring. He never went the one place I wanted him to go to, yet somehow this may have been the wettest I had ever been. "Thank you, Daddy."

"No. Bad girls don't get daddy. Bad girls get Sir because they were acting like a pathetic bitch. We are going to restart, and you get ten more added because you didn't say the number. You were supposed to get fifty-four, and now it will be sixty-four. For each mistake, you get ten more added. Struggle, and I'll add twenty more."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir."

Ten slaps in, and my ass was already burning. It hurt, but I knew I wouldn't safe word. It wasn't too much yet. My left ass cheek received thirty-two slaps, each varying in exact placement and force. My lip was sore from biting it to hold in my screams and moans. Again, I was even more wet than before. I felt a cold tongue on my ass. It was a shock, as Mariano sat back and watched me for a moment before abruptly licking my ass. I saw his long fingers go back into the black cup. Another piece of ice was pulled out. This time, it went directly on my ass. It was so cold that it was almost painful when combined with the heat of my ass cheek. In a way though, it was also quite soothing. However, I never got to finish my thought, because my right ass cheek soon received the same brutal treatment that my left side did. 

After the next thirty-two slaps on my right cheek, I heard Mariano get up. All of a sudden, I felt something hot drip on my ass. The burn was so intense that I moved out of my position. That earned me a harsh slap to my thigh. "Right when you were being a good girl, it really is a shame. Should we start over?"

As much as I wanted to be the smart aleck here, I knew I wanted some dick more. "Sir, it is as you wish. However, I would love to see what you have planned for the rest of the night."

I felt Mariano lean forward. "Smart answer. But don't think I will forget about this, nor the fact that you are soaking wet right now. Your ass looks so good with my hand prints on it, and you love the pain. You're just a pretty little pain slut, aren't you?"

His words made my pussy cry even harder. "Look at the wax on your ass. Just a few drips to decorate the shape of my hands. It's so red. I saw those tears in your eyes. I would enjoy seeing them escape from time to time. Be a good girl, and we don't have to make that happen tonight. Capisci (understand)?"

As much as that side of Mariano intrigued me, I decided to be a weak again. "Yes Sir."

Mariano puts his legs on the side of me as he grinds his hard bulge into my ass. His rings make an imprint in my neck as he presses the sides down. The fabric rubbing against the two contrasting feelings of my raw asscheeks hurts, but his dick feels so good. I decided to speak. "Please, Sir."