“Are you going to use your belt on me?” she asked softly.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Please, Price. No.”
“Beg all you want, Tessa. There is no getting out of this.” Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I brought the leather down upon her backside, enjoying how the snap of belt against flesh blended with the hiss of pain from Tessa’s lips. As I whipped her again, the hiss turned into a whimper, and the position was broken as she tried to cower away from what would be the next lash. “Back in position,” I directed firmly. I was pleased to see her stiffen her spine and push her ass out without hesitation.
I brought the belt down upon her ass over and over, watching it pinken as her whimpers turned to cries and little screams.
“Price, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t spank me anymore. Please!”
Giving mercy wasn’t something I was prepared to do, but my hard cock against my pants had something else in mind. I wanted to be buried balls deep inside her so badly, that I needed to speed this process up or it would be me truly getting punished rather than her.
“Stay in position,” I said as I dropped the belt to the floor. “I’ll be right back, and I don’t want to see you’ve moved even an inch.”
I walked to my bedroom to go get a bottle of lube, knowing that she would be in the exact same position I’d left her. When I returned to the living room, I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Tessa kneeling on the chair with her pink ass on full display. My perfect toy for me to play with.
“Did the spanking hurt?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Yes, sir,” she said in a pouty voice. I couldn’t see her face, but I could imagine her luscious lips pressed out and her blue eyes hazy with shame and embarrassment.
“Well, this is going to hurt even more,” I said as I walked up behind her and put the tip of my finger on her anus. “This is going to hurt bad.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Yes,” I said as I coated my fingers and her puckered opening with lubrication, “keep begging. You’re going to be doing a lot of that as I push not one but three fingers in this tiny little hole.”
The first finger slid in easily, and even though she gasped as I did so, I knew that her bottom hole was already willing to accept that level of invasion.
“One,” I said. I pumped my finger in and out of her as her gasp turned to little mewls. “I bet you wish you would have listened to me at just one.”
She nodded and hung her head in defeat. “Yes, sir.”
“But you didn’t,” I said as I pushed a second finger to join the first.
Tessa cried out and began to break position but then caught herself and remained with her ass pressed firmly out, giving me excellent access to her back hole.
As I began to slide the two fingers in and out of her, stretching her wide, she cried out. “It’s too much. It hurts.”
“It’s meant to hurt. Punishments hurt.”
“I can’t take them. It’s too much.”
Her words were winded, and little moans were mixed within. I knew the two fingers were a lot for her tiny hole, but I also knew I had more plans than just having my fingers inside of her. My cock wanted a turn, and my dick was one demanding motherfucker.
“Two,” I said as I continued to pump in and out of her, loving how her anus clenched around my fingers. I pictured it doing the same around my cock once I was plunging deep inside her.
It was time for the third finger. Yes, this was going to hurt, but I needed to remain firm in giving the discipline. I needed her to know that I was a man of my word. In the future, I was pretty sure she would be responding quickly and would do everything within her power to avoid the count of three.
“Three,” I said as I squeezed a third finger into the hole as she released a loud cry.
“No. No,” she panted. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“You are doing just fine,” I said as I slowly slid all three past the extremely stretched opening. “You’re opening up for me. This naughty hole of yours is being punished.” I eased in deeper, my cock twitching as Tessa howled and thrust her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back.
“Price, please. Please. I will be good. I will never leave again.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that now,” I said with a light chuckle as I moved my fingers in and out. “I bet you wish you wouldn’t have been so stubborn now and not have had me reach the count of three.”