Under the Covers – Chapter III – Final

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“You have to be punished, Victoria,” he said as he stood up, “stay here and don’t you dare move.” He left the room and I was left alone with my aching pussy and by hammering heart, almost afraid to find out what he was going to do to me. I looked down and saw his cum –surely mixed with mine- oozing out of my pussy and pooling on the leather couch. It was so fucking hot. Mr. McIntosh came back quickly, and I gulped when I saw the rope in his hands. I didn’t fight him when he tied me down, each limb attached to a leg of the couch.  My pussy was spread wide for him in all its glory, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with it. With me. He picked his belt up off the floor, its dark shade was menacing. “What are you gonna do with that?” I whispered, pulling against my restraints. They didn’t give mersin escort out. “Punish you, Victoria. You did not do as I said and you came without permission,” his voice was dark, yet still passionate. He was in complete control. “I said I was sorry, I’ve never stopped an orgasm before: I have no idea how to!” “I know what you said. This punishment will ensure that you do not do it again. This will give you some pleasure as well; I do not believe in total and utter pain, but that is not to say that there won’t be any. There will and you will take it. You can scream if you must, but that will not relieve you of the pain.” His words were actually making my pussy wet! I wanted this, but I was afraid of the pain. I wanted to feel the pleasure of whatever he was about to do to me, mersin escort bayan but I didn’t want it to hurt. My pussy was quivering with anticipation and more cum oozed out. “Keep your eyes open and on mine, you are not to close them otherwise you will receive more punishment. Understand?” “Yes sir,” I swallowed, nervous. “Good.” I cried out as he whipped his belt against my pussy, pain and pleasure shooting up my body. I held eye contact with him though; I didn’t dare look away. I shook as more blows came down upon my pussy, each one harder than the last. “Next- time- do- not- disobey- me,” he said gently in between each blow, “or- your- punishment- will- be- more- severe!” “Yes, Sir- OUCH- I’m sorry, Sir!” The whipping continued for a few minutes, until my pussy escort mersin was beaten raw and couldn’t take anymore. “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.

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