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one overhead. I like my submissive
to watch what I am doing to them, while I am doing it.”
    “Oh.” She said in a small voice, then
yelped when he pinched her bottom.
    “Oh…?”
    “Master,” she added sheepishly.
    “Good girl.” Mark tugged her legs open
and secured the restraints around her ankles. “Now, for your punishment.” He
picked up a black paddle from the table and smacked her left cheek with it. She
gasped at the stinging pain. He smacked the opposite cheek, delivering the same
pain. Her legs trembled as he continued to alternate, the stinging turning into
a dull throb—a throb that extended between her legs, she realized. With
each strike of the paddle she could feel her pussy thrum, could feel the little
vibrator shake a little against her clit. She felt a tiny bit of moisture run
down the inside of her right thigh, and knew that if she were able to reach a
hand between her legs she would find her thong was soaked.
    Looking in the mirror again, she saw that
his face was expressionless as he paddled her, but his eyes were gleaming. She
whimpered a little at the sight of her ass, all shiny pink now, then gasped as
he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
    “Not loud enough,” he growled, bringing
the paddle down just a little harder. “I want to hear you beg.”
    A cry escaped her lips as he dragged her
back, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please,” she gasped as he
tugged on her hair harder.
    The crack of the paddle against her ass
reverberated louder through the room. “Please what? What do you want?”
    “I… I can’t…” she cried out as he smacked
her with the paddle again.
    “I know that deep inside that shy, conservative
exterior is a sexy wanton,” he growled in her ear. “It’s her I want to bring
out to play with me. Now tell me, what do you want?”
    “I want… release …” she gasped,
tears stinging her eyes. “Please, Master.”
    The paddle cracked against her flesh
again, but lighter this time. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
    “I want…” her jaw worked for a moment as
she forced herself to say the words aloud. “I want your mouth on me…on me.
Pleasing me. Master”
    “Down here? On your wet, pink pussy?” He
slipped a finger beneath the scrap of cloth that covered it and her knees
nearly buckled.
    “Yes. Please, Master,” she begged again.
    “Good girl. You’re learning.” He placed
the paddle aside and squeezed her cheeks gently in each hand. “You have such a
beautiful ass,” he murmured as she moaned in pleasure-pain. “So round and pink.
I might just give you what you want—but first you have to please me.”
    His hands released her sore cheeks, then
undid the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She brought her hands around to
rub her wrists gently, but didn’t dare move anything else until he ordered her
to.
    “On all fours,” he told her, coming
around the table as she obeyed. Her eyes widened as he undid his belt buckle
and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He wore neither boxers nor briefs
beneath as the pants pooled around his ankles. The mushroom tip was large and
pink, a drop of pre-cum glistening near the slit, and a blue vein stood out
along the side of its long, thick length. She licked her lips, her heart
pounding double time.
    He pressed that pink tip against her
lips. “Take it,” he ordered, fisting his right hand in her hair.
    Her tongue darted out again, this time to
taste. It swirled around the head of his cock, soaking up the drop of sweet and
salty pre-cum, and she marveled at the silky feel of it against her tongue.
When a low groan was her only response she became a little bolder, stroking her
tongue from the base of his shaft and up to the tip, then slowly sucking the
head into her mouth. His fingers tightened the more of him she took into her
mouth, and she inhaled the heady scent of him through her nose. He was almost
too big—her lips barely touched the base, where his crisp hairs