“Mistress, may I have three strokes on my pussy?”

"Of course." Shelby said, rummaging through the drawers until she found a large wooden spoon and took a few practice cuts through the air with it.

"I--" Monica stopped and **** herself to act as a sub would, which was the point, after all. "Mistress, I thought you would hit my pussy with your hand."

"Did I say that?" Shelby asked, dangerously.

Monica thought back and realized she hadn't. "No, mistress, but--"

"And why would I want to touch your dirty pussy with my hand?"

Monica opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she screamed as the spoon swished down, striking her cunt lips hard, but avoiding her clit. Blue eyes wide, tears streamed down her face. Shelby struck her again. The cape was pulled tight as Monica tried to pull herself free, but muscles which once could have shredded steel couldn't even remove the metal hook from the wall. The third blow sent her juices flying and streaming down her legs and her scream was half agony, half ecstacy as her helplessness set off a powerful orgasm in her burning cunt. The fourth cut her orgasm off early, leaving her horny, aroused and furious.

"You said--Mistress, you said only three blows."

"You know they don't start until you count them, like a good **** does." Shelby said. "And, since we're just getting started, I won't add on the ten strokes I usually would for cumming without permission. Though you'll get them...eventually." Shelby threatened, her hands running over her mother's burning ass. "What do you say?" She prompted.

"Thank you, mistress."

"For what?"

"For making me cum, mistress."

"And?"

"For punishing me, mistress."

"Don't worry, you'll repay me." Shelby said menacingly and swung the spoon once more, again hitting her still sopping, still stinging pussy.

"One, thank you mistress, may I have another?" Monica asked, her voice breaking with need and humiliation as her cheeks blushed so brightly he was worried she was going to set her hair afire.

The stroke was horizontal this time, and harder, striping an ass still tender from Shelby's savage spanking, but only barely impacting her pussy lips. The grunt this produced was more pain than pleasure. "Two, thank you mistress, may I have another?"

The third came down hard on her clit, making her cum even harder than the orgasm that Shelby had ruined. She screamed and squirted all over the wooden spoon, head falling to the counter, face a mess of tears and sweat. "Three...thank you mistress for punishing your ****?" She whispered through a throat screamed raw.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! and you cum again, without permission. This punishment will be most severe."