I've been acting up all fucking night. We've been out at a dinner party until 11 at night, and I've been a very bad girl. I tried to get you to finger me at dinner, but you said no. So, I decided to do it myself. I fingered myself while sitting right next to you, and boy you threatened me with everything you could think of, but I kept going until you grabbed my hand and pulled it away, wiping my fingers with a napkin. You were absolutely furious that I had done that. When we got to the car, you told me that I'd be punished the second we got home, and then you were silent. I said I was sorry, but you didn't respond, so I sat quietly until we arrived at home. You opened the door, and commanded in a deadpan voice, "Go to the playroom and wait for me on your knees, naked. You better not fucking touch yourself while you're waiting, either. If I catch your fingers roaming anywhere on that whore body of yours, I'll make it hurt to even fucking touch yourself sweetie."
That alone is enough to flood my panties from anticipation. You only made me wait a few minutes, but I still had my fingers buried in my cunt when you came in. You immediately slapped me, hard enough to throw my body onto the floor. I groan in pain, and you grab my wrist, harshly yanking my fingers out of my drippy cunt. I moan softly at the loss, and you slap me again. "Shut up you desperate fucking bitch." You grab my hair and drag me over to the spanking bench by it. I start to tear up, whining about how much it hurts. "The fuck did I just say? Your little whore mouth is just fucking asking for it huh?" You spit at me as you slap me across the face a few more times.
You cuff my ankles to the sides of the bench, and force me to bend over it, hastily buckling a collar around my neck and clipping a short leash onto it, before clipping the other end to the floor, so that My face is held close to the ground, bending me uncomfortably. There isn't much wiggle room for me at all, and no matter how hard I pull I can't alter my position at all.
Once you finish setting me up you circle around to face my presented ass, harshly demanding "I don't wanna hear a single fucking word out of you little missy, the only thing I'm gonna hear tonight is the sound of you screaming in pain."
I whine quietly, wiggling my ass a bit, but unable to change my position still. You come up close to me and kneel by my head, growling in my ear, "Does the naughty little bitch understand what I'm fucking saying to it?" I whine louder, and let out a very quiet "yessir...," feeling my pussy start to drip down my thighs as I speak. I hear your footsteps recede, with a mutter of "Such a needy, desperate little fucking cunt you have."
You leave the room, grabbing a few bottles of water for what you already know is going to be a long, long night. You come back into the playroom, setting the water bottles down by the bed. You taunt me as you gather some equipment, "I hope you realized what a fucking mistake you made tonight, you little cunt. I would've expected even you to know better than to plunge those fingers of yours into your cunt in the middle of dinner, doll. But oh well. I'll just have to fucking beat you."
You return to the bench, having gathered a few things. You set them to the side, to be used later. I feel a hard slap land on my ass, and I scream from the pain and surprise. You continue spanking my ass with your hand, until tears well up once more in my eyes. I move my hands to block the spanking, earning myself a slap to the back of my head. I groan in pain, but keep my hands in front of my ass. I hear you chuckle, and feel a length of rope snaked around my wrists. You tie first my wrists behind my back, before deciding that wasn't good enough, and tying my arms together as well, leaving me totally helpless.
"You know what? If you're SO insistent on being bad tonight, I'll go ahead and up the intensity, just for you sweetheart," you growl as you grab a heavy flogger, and immediately start swinging it at my ass, hard. I burst into tears and strain against the cuffs, squealing in pain. My ass is already bright red, and tears are streaming down my face as you hit me over and over again with the flogger.
You slowly grow bored of the flogger, and switch to a heavy cane, giving your hand a few test swats. I feel a hard smack on my ass, and it hurts so much that I start to scream. You hit me again and again, until I'm shaking uncontrollably, my body limp against the bench.
You drop the cane, and run your hand gently over my already-bruised ass. I whimper in pain as you rub at my sore ass, shifting my hips and trying to move away from your touch. My ass radiates heat from the beating, and you can feel my pulse just by grabbing it. You squeeze harshly, and hear me yelp in pain. Your hand moves down, gently tracing a finger against my dripping cunt, a strand of moisture connecting your finger to my pussy as you pull it away, licking it clean. I moan loudly at even that slight touch.
"Hmm. What do you think, kitty, should I give your needy little pussy what it wants? Fill it up with my cum? Think you deserve that, kitty?"
I tense up from excitement and start begging, "Yessir, please sir, my ass is so sore, I've had enough. Please, please fuck me, I need your cock inside me, *please*." You chuckle.
"Did I say you could fucking speak?"
My eyes widen in fear and I feel your hand smack down on my ass again, tears soon following it.
You walk around me, crouching in front of my face, and tilting my chin up to make me look you in the eye. "Little girl, I'm going to beat your ass until you can't fucking *speak*."
