SCOTT
I swear my slave was becoming sexier and more desirable every day. I couldn't restrain myself on our way home, having to fuck her practically as we'd left Mistress Dark's driveway. I let her tease me by masturbating herself on the drive back. I could smell her arousal in the car, like baking bread in the oven, permeating the air and making my cock rise again. When we got home, she grabbed her dress and the shawl, hanging one and throwing the other into the laundry basket. I knew once I started spanking her for cumming, I'd need to fuck her again, so I brought her into the bedroom, having her bend over my knee once more. She kissed my hand before settling over my lap and counted down the strokes. I was striking her harder now than when I first started, but from the sounds she made, it was hard to tell.
I finished and she said, "Fuck my ass, Master." I knew her bottom was red and it would hurt as I pounded into her, but she moaned delightfully as I penetrated her back door. Six minutes in, my slave was pleading with me to let her cum. The second I gave her permission she spasmed over me, her ass like a vise as her orgasm swept through her. She screamed as she climaxed, not loud, half spoken, half whimpered.
"Fuck me, Master. Fuck your slave's ass. Cum in your slave's ass, sir."
Redoubling my efforts, she moaned some more. So tight, so warm. She orgasmed again with my permission before I'd worked up enough sperm to release again. Spent, I collapsed on the bed. My slave got up and getting a warm, wet washcloth, returned to gently clean me off.
"Do you want to wait for the morning for the rest of your punishment, or would you like it tonight?" I asked.
"I want it all now, Master. I've been a bad girl, and deserve to be punished. Thirty with the whip and thirty with the Enforcer, sir."
I wondered about the change in her. Why she suddenly seemed to crave her punishment where she'd only tolerated it before. Lisa was wearing Julia's leather cuffs and collar, so I got the suspension cuffs and secured my slave to the cross on her back, feet off the ground, baring her front for me. I started whipping her, going easy to start as I usually did.
"Harder, Master. I want to see how much I can take."
So I went harder, stopping when she said, "there, I can take that." Still she groaned when I struck her, leaving red stripes on her white flesh. I reduced again when I hit her soft breasts, but she said, "No, the same." She squirmed when I hit her, but told me to keep going.
"When you hit my cunt, don't lighten up," my slave said. "Keep going this hard."
Who was the Master and who the slave. I obeyed her. I struck her cunt. "Master, let me cum, please, I need to cum," she gasped. I gave her permission and before I'd struck her again, she spasmed wildly, her chains shaking as she writhed upon the cross. "More, more," she cried, tears streaming, and I struck her more, the last of the thirty, and she lay gasping and limp on the cross. I'd seen Slut cum while Mistress Dark whipped her, but never thought I'd see my slave do the same.
I licked and tongued her poor pussy, red stripes on the pallid bikini flesh. She begged to cum again and I gave her permission and she thrashed again as she orgasmed on my tongue, powerful shudders shaking her body.
"Do you still want the rest tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she sobbed. "I want them all."
I released her from the cross and fastened her in the stocks, spreading her legs and securing them on the bottom. I got the Enforcer and started in on her bottom again. "Harder, Master," she said. Once again, I obeyed the slave. Her bottom was moving all over, unable to fully hold still, and she yelped each time I struck her, but still she said, "more." Her ass was as red as a tomato, and still she said more.
"Are you getting hard again, Master," she gasped between two blows.
I admitted I was, ashamed that punishing my slave would be giving me an erection.
"When you're done, shove your cock into my cunt and fuck me hard, sir."
I would probably have done it anyway, needing relief again, but I was happy to hear she welcomed the same ending. I finished the thirty strokes and pushed into her soggy cunt. She'd cum nine times since leaving Dark's and I'd cum three times inside her, every hole. Two strokes inside her cunt this time and she begged to cum.
"You may cum as often as you like the rest of the evening," I said.
She clamped down and contracted, throbbing waves of pleasure sweeping through her body. Five minutes later, she orgasmed again, then three minutes later, then two and finally I couldn't tell where one ended and the next began. She was moaning continuously, shaking and shuddering so much the stocks were rattling. This was the fourth time I fucked since Mistress Dark's and I was not going to cum soon. Fifteen or twenty minutes I kept pumping into her without releasing. Finally, I groaned heavily and weak dribbles of cum leaked from my overspent cock.
"I won't be able to fuck you again tonight, slave."
"Mmmm. Too bad, Master. I feel like I could cum forever."
"I think you were cumming forever. Towards the end, I couldn't tell when one stopped and another started."
"Yes. Wasn't it great, Master?"
"Great for you, perhaps. My prick feels a bit raw at the moment."
"Would you like me to kiss it for you, sir."
I laughed. "I don't think so. I think I'll entrust the cleaning to the shower as well."
"As you wish, Master."
We took a shower together, my slave slyly trying to get another rise out of me while she soaped me off. She was fighting a losing battle and I slapped her hands away.
"Not tonight, slave. We'll see how I feel in the morning."
"Yes, Master."
I set out her two outfits for tomorrow, the slutty cheerleader outfit with the sheer top, and the demi bra, putting her tits on a platter, pull on stockings and nothing else, and the white tutu, with no top. I had no doubt my slave would be sucking my cock first thing tomorrow. The cheerleader outfit was bad enough. The tutu was scandalous.
As we lay in bed that night, my slave snuggled against me, I asked about her behavior.
"What happened tonight?"
"You mean the punishment?"
"Yes."
"I can't say for certain, sir. Going to Mistress Dark's and seeing Slut get caned was part of it. Another part is many times I've read in my books that pain and pleasure are closely intertwined. Given Slut didn't make a sound as she was punished, I realized I might be capable of more than I thought I was. I decided to find out. So, I wanted you to punish me as hard as I thought I could stand and see what happened. I was pleasantly surprised to find the heat from my punishment arousing me, and even cumming as you whipped my cunt. I enjoyed it more than I ever thought I could. I won't say I'd like to be punished as hard every time, but the circumstances tonight were right for me to enjoy it the way I did."
"How does everything feel now?" I asked.
"My breasts don't feel anything anymore. My cunt is sore, though not from the punishment, more from the fucking afterward. My buttocks are still pleasantly warm from the Enforcer. None of it will keep me from sleeping soundly tonight."
"Mmm. Goodnight, sweet girl."
"Goodnight, Master."