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how the hell did he get me so submissive so quickly?
and he's still got me writhing
and because of him i can't do a thing about it!
i wrote a story because he told me to...
After the beating I still lay there quivering with need, aching for his touch.
“dear, dear it seems this little skunk just doesn’t know when to stop being horny” again the belt cracked down on my raw and aching flesh, catching the point below my buttocks where it hurt most. “I’m sorry Sir” I whimpered, “please please stop sir” I was crying and must have looked a sight, bound spread eagled to the bed quivering under his lash and dripping onto his bed sheets. Once more the pain raced across my body as a blow hit and then his fingers dipped to pry at my opening, gathering some of my moistness and bringing it to my lips, I lapped at it hungrily my own arousal intensifying as I tasted the result of it.
“now what are we going to do with you little skunkie?” he had picked up the crop and was tapping it along my reddened ass, producing little squeaks and gasps, a quick flick of it against my aching clit had me writhing, much to his amusement. He laughed to se me strain futilely against my bindings.
“now, now if you can’t behave yourself in the bedroom, maybe somewhere more public will temper you” and with that he clipped a leash onto my collar and began to undo my wrists. Once I was unbound and sat trembling at his feet he smiled down at me, hand stroking through my hair.
“are you going to be good? Are you going to do what daddy says?”
“Ye-” I began, but got no farther as the back of his hand caught me unexpected across the face. “skunks can’t talk” he resumed stroking my hair “are you going to be good?” I nodded slowly “good girl, now time for walkies”
He led me down the path by the canal, the cold mud making me shiver, I was terrified we were going to meet someone on the way, the fear turning me on as much as anything else had. We were almost home again when he ran into a friend, as they stopped and chatted he made me sit, rubbing and grinding myself into the sticky, clinging mud, feeling my bruises as I rested on them. It felt like hours I was sat there, I whimpered quietly and got a sharp rap across the nose and from then on was silent. Finally Master decided it was time for us to go, and I stood up thankfully, stretching as we continued our walk.
We got home and Master put me straight into the bath, complaining about how muddy I’d gotten. His fingers pried into my, getting me clean, he tutted at how wet I still was and then moved his fingers to my ass, I whimpered as his fingers slid into my tight hole and saw him smile at my discomfort. Once I was clean he towelled me dry and began to speak to me. “now you haven’t been very good today have you?” I hung my head in shame, his fist curled in my hair yanked my head back up so hard it made me gasp. “have you?” he repeated, I shook me head. “so you still need more punishment” he disappeared behind me, rummaging in the bathroom cupboards, from my position on all fours I couldn’t tell what he was doing until I felt the cold lubed plug enter my ass. I whimpered softly as I was stretched open, feeling more exposed and humiliated than ever before. He snuggled the plug in as deep as it would go, wiggling it slightly to hear my gasps, and then lead me into the bedroom…
waning people, puppy has teeth
how the hell did he get me so submissive so quickly?
and he's still got me writhing
and because of him i can't do a thing about it!
i wrote a story because he told me to...
After the beating I still lay there quivering with need, aching for his touch.
“dear, dear it seems this little skunk just doesn’t know when to stop being horny” again the belt cracked down on my raw and aching flesh, catching the point below my buttocks where it hurt most. “I’m sorry Sir” I whimpered, “please please stop sir” I was crying and must have looked a sight, bound spread eagled to the bed quivering under his lash and dripping onto his bed sheets. Once more the pain raced across my body as a blow hit and then his fingers dipped to pry at my opening, gathering some of my moistness and bringing it to my lips, I lapped at it hungrily my own arousal intensifying as I tasted the result of it.
“now what are we going to do with you little skunkie?” he had picked up the crop and was tapping it along my reddened ass, producing little squeaks and gasps, a quick flick of it against my aching clit had me writhing, much to his amusement. He laughed to se me strain futilely against my bindings.
“now, now if you can’t behave yourself in the bedroom, maybe somewhere more public will temper you” and with that he clipped a leash onto my collar and began to undo my wrists. Once I was unbound and sat trembling at his feet he smiled down at me, hand stroking through my hair.
“are you going to be good? Are you going to do what daddy says?”
“Ye-” I began, but got no farther as the back of his hand caught me unexpected across the face. “skunks can’t talk” he resumed stroking my hair “are you going to be good?” I nodded slowly “good girl, now time for walkies”
He led me down the path by the canal, the cold mud making me shiver, I was terrified we were going to meet someone on the way, the fear turning me on as much as anything else had. We were almost home again when he ran into a friend, as they stopped and chatted he made me sit, rubbing and grinding myself into the sticky, clinging mud, feeling my bruises as I rested on them. It felt like hours I was sat there, I whimpered quietly and got a sharp rap across the nose and from then on was silent. Finally Master decided it was time for us to go, and I stood up thankfully, stretching as we continued our walk.
We got home and Master put me straight into the bath, complaining about how muddy I’d gotten. His fingers pried into my, getting me clean, he tutted at how wet I still was and then moved his fingers to my ass, I whimpered as his fingers slid into my tight hole and saw him smile at my discomfort. Once I was clean he towelled me dry and began to speak to me. “now you haven’t been very good today have you?” I hung my head in shame, his fist curled in my hair yanked my head back up so hard it made me gasp. “have you?” he repeated, I shook me head. “so you still need more punishment” he disappeared behind me, rummaging in the bathroom cupboards, from my position on all fours I couldn’t tell what he was doing until I felt the cold lubed plug enter my ass. I whimpered softly as I was stretched open, feeling more exposed and humiliated than ever before. He snuggled the plug in as deep as it would go, wiggling it slightly to hear my gasps, and then lead me into the bedroom…
waning people, puppy has teeth