You act like a brat so she spanks you

Scratch then turns away from you. She walks over to the wall of the room, looking over the numerous bdsms items hang on the metal fence she finally selects one then turns back around. In her hand she holds some rubber spiked anal beads. The beads are black, and each one has a white number on them, with their being ten numbers, and ten beads in total. The first one starts out the size of a golf ball then, which each one getting slightly bigger as the number went up. Number ten being the biggest, is almost the size of a base ball, and is a little intimidating to say the least. Still you start to feel the need to have it inside of you. To have something like that inside of you on top of all the spike balls, you wonder how that will feel.

Scratch then clears her throat, and you see her demeanor shift slightly. Her eyes seem to soften a bit, and she makes an almost embarrassed expression.

“Okay so you know what a safe word is right?” Scratch says rubbing the back of her neck.

You blink a few times a bit confused by the suddenly change in attitude. Oh right she is playing a character she isn’t really a ruthless interrogator.

“Oh yeah I do, this isn’t my first time doing one of these things.” You reply.

The awkward air around you two grows slightly as the scene has suddenly been put on hold to seemingly establish some boundary’s, and safety measures.

“Okay then I still have to give you the run down company policy, okay so if you want to take a break say yellow, and I will pause the play and halt it for the time being.” Scratch says, speaking in a much more casual, and friendly tone of voice.

“During that time you can ask me for anything out of play like, if you need Ana inch scratched, or some water or something like that.”

“Ah okay.” You nod.

“Once your ready to go again say green, and we will reassume the play, if you want to end the play completely say red, and I’ll stop whatever I am doing and, bring you to the recovery room if you wish me to.” Scratch says pointing to a door that almost blends into the wall.

Again you nod.

“I may have you gagged during this play in that case we will use snaps instead of safe words, one snap means we end the play, two snaps means we pause the play, and during yellow you can give me for snaps to tell me you want be ungagged, then give me four snaps if you reassume play got it?” Scratch asks, making sure you got all that.

“Yeah I got it.” You reply, making sure you pay close attention as you know this communication stuff is always very important both for sub, and dom.

“Oh and can you show me you can actually snap, new policy says I actually need to check you are able to snap before we can start, we had an uhhh incident recently where that end up being problem.” Scratch says not going into further detail.

“Oh yeah sure.” You say, giving Scratch a few snaps with each hand, showing you indeed are able too.

“Good then we can start again.” Scratch says.

She then clears her throat and closes her eyes. When she then opens them her demeanor seems to have changed again, and she once more has that stolid aura around her. You shiver as her eyes meet yours. It really is amazing how she can just flip a switch like that.

“Off with these clothes.” Scratch orders with a stern voice, as she pulls on one of the straps of your harness.

You move to obey, beginning to wriggle out of your harness then suddenly stop halfway.

“Why are you stopping, we’re my instructions not clear?” Scratch eyeballs you, her tone of voice back to that stolid, almost emotionless pitch.

A sly grin crawls upon your face, and start to put your harness back into place. Scratch breaking character reminded you that this is just a play. Your not in any real danger here. You’ve been to taking this whole thing way so seriously. Being maybe just a tad bit too obedient... Yeah you think it’s time to give Scratch some sass.

“Wellll maybe I don’t want to?” You say, a tinge of defiance in your voice as you cross your arms, and turn your head away like a pouty child.

“Your going to resist your judgment?” Scratch asks, letting the anal beads drop to the floor she takes a step forward towards you.

Now towering over you she waits for your next more. Obvious she’s giving you a chance to back out if you want. To apologize, and say that you won’t resist. Your not going to do that however. Right now your feeling like a bit of a brat, and you want to see just what might happen if you spring for a bit harsher treatment from Scratch. After all you want to see what exactly this big bad interrogator is going to try to do, to put you in your place.

“Yup!” You chirp happily as a big grin on your face sends a clear message of ‘come and get me’.

“Very well then.” Scratch says, the only change in her expression being her narrowing eyes.

Before you even know it Scratch grabs a hand full of your hair, and she pulls you up to your feet.

“Ah!” You squeak in a girly voice.

You are then pulled along by Scratch before roughly being shoved onto the spanking bench.

“Down.” She commands, a she motions for you to lay down so that you can be restrained.

Again you smirk, wanting to push this further.

“Why don’t you make me!” You taunt, as you blow a raspberry at the dark harlequin.

Not taking kindly to the provocation, Scratch grabs you by the hair again and, shoves you face forward into the bench. She’s deliciously rough as she’s holds your face down into the leather cushion of the bench. Your body now laying forward flat on the spanking bench, Scratch relinquishes her hold on your hair. She then walks over to your side, and bending over you feel her grab one of your wrists. The sounds of rattling chains now audible, you assume she’s attempting to try to cuff you to the bench. Key word attempt, your not about to make this easy for Scratch. Where’s the fun in just letting her take control with out any struggle? Of course you don’t make any real attempt to get off the bench or escape, more so you just try to make Scrath’s job as difficult, and tedious possible. Every time she gets the cuff around your wrists you jerk, and pull your wrist away from it. Leaving her unable to strap you down, and making her have to start again every time she tries buckle it. Your hopeful this’ll annoy her enough that she will become angry. Then she’ll see fit to take all that anger out on you. Really make you regret being such a bad boy. Ohhh just thinking about it, the anticipation of what’s to come. You can’t help but grind your cock on the bench through your latex shorts. Fuck you can even feel yourself leaking, your so naughty, such a brat. You desperately need to be taken down a peg or two. To be dominated completely, and throughly.

After a few minutes of some light back an forth tussling Scratch finally has enough of you. She leans her full weight on top of your arm, pining it to the arm chair of bench, and forcing it to be still long enough for her to tighten the cuff around your wrist. That little bit of **** makes you shiver, as you let slip a little gasp of excitement. Your wrist now restrained that feeling of helplessness starts to kick in. That loss of control to some one else, it makes your breath start to quicken, and your heart beat start to pick up. Still though, you got some more fight in you, you aren’t going to roll over just yet.

“Oh looks like you got me, whatever will I do???” You say sarcastically as you wiggle your body around on the bench, in a suggestive manner.

“Continued resistance will only increase the intensity of your sentence.” Scratch grunts, as she has now moved on to your other wrist, with you still giving her as much trouble as before.

“Hmmmm is that promise?” You giggle as Scratch pins your other arm down like before.

As she finally gets your other hand cuffed another gasp escapes your lips. Moving on to your legs, Scratch tries to get your right ankle, and once again you don’t cooperate . You lick your lips as you can sense her starting to get frustrated, your only dragging this out. Only delaying the inevitability. While still keeping a composed demeanor you can sense Scratch is already planning her retribution against you. Your grinning ear to ear, already looking forward to the wrath she’s sure to unleash on you. After securing your left leg, you don’t give Scratch any further trouble, letting her easily secure your right leg as you’ve already gotten what you’ve wanted.

Scratch seems to notice this, notice that you’ve got what you want. Clenching a fist she walks over to the back wall. Scratch’s boots clip, cloping against the metal floor as she walks. You try to look back at her as you hear her rummaging around for something. Yet you find you’re unable crane neck back far enough to see what she’s doing. Looks like what every your going to get, it’s going to be a surprise.

Defiant, rebellious, cheeky, Scratch mulls over the those words, as she searches for proper implement. She’s met ones like you, she‘a familiar with how they act, and knows just what kind of sentence they deserves. What they want... The rummaging then stops, it seems Scratch has found what she looking for. There’s then a suddenly swish of something being swung through the air, and you feel your heart beat start to beat even faster. You can’t see what Scratch is holding yet your sure it’s some object of discipline. A spanking tool designed to punish your perfectly presented posterior.

You start to feel nervousness build within you as you anticipate the coming spanking. Even on edge though, you still got that big grin on your face. This is exactly what you wanted after all. The nervousness, the fear of the coming pain, it’s all part of the experience. You once more hear the clip, clop of her boots, listening as they come to a stop right behind you. She she stands about half a foot past your lower back now. No doubt lining up for a clean smack on your ass. A finger then slips into the wrists band of your shorts, and Scratch pulls down the back of your shorts, baring your butt.

“You **** my hand.” Scratch says her voice giving off no hint to her emotions.

It’s strange she completely calm now, before her aura was that of a coming storm. Yet there’s nothing now, no annoyance, no anger, not even a inkling of eagerness that she’s able to get you back now. It’s like Scratch has become completely void of emotions. Then...

WOOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AGH!”

There’s suddenly a swift sound of something cutting through the air, then a loud crack and, a feeling of dull stinging pain from your bottom. As sense of left over morning grogginess leaves as the spank is like an electrical shock to your system. Though you cry out in pain, and surprise you don’t even get a chance to recover befor-

WOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AGHHH!”

-Another streak of pain sets your ass alight. Damn what ever Scratch is using it hurts! Hurts like-

WOOOSHHHH

CRACK

“GAHH!”

Again you can’t even finish your thought before your crying out again. The hot stinging sensation wrenching cries of pain from you.

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“AHHH!”

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“ERGH!”

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“AHHH!”

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“HAHH!”

As the spanks continue though you start to to adjust to them.

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“AHHH!”

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“AHHH!”

WOOOOSSSSHHHH

CRACKK

“AHHH!”

Till eventually your able to recover from the shock of the pain quick enough for you to say something. And of course you just can’t help but make a joke..

“Owwieeeeee, what are you smacking me with meanie.” You asks in an overly cutesy manner, a strained grin on your face as you try to look back to see what’s hitting you.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AH-HHHH!”

“A strap.” Scratch answers coldly.

Turning your head again, and maneuvering your body in certain position let’s you confirm that she’s is telling the truth. Not that she has any reason to really lie in the first place...

Your eyes are wide, staring at Scratch as she holds the strap high above her head, readying it for another strike. The strap is a mean, evil looking thing. The base of it sleek black wood, with a cushioned grip to give the user maximum comfort. The other half a thin leather strip, with to give the target of the strap maximum discomfort.

WOOOOSSSSHHHHH

CRACKK

“AGHhh!”

As uncomfortable as the spanks are, you know there is a certain tranquility in them. A way to enjoy them. You relax letting the pain wash over you like waves. This turns the pain into pleasure. The warmth of your ass now also setting ablaze your arosual.

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AGH!”

While some one else a little less experienced would be grimacing from this type of pain play you can’t help but find yourself smiling.

WOOOSSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKK

“OWWWW!”

The masochist side of you is loving this. Graciously accepting sting, the fire, the pain. The sensation is like a delicious four course meal that you get to enjoy over, and over with every strike.

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“UGH!”

The bondage too, is great side dish to compliment your main meal. You can’t run, can’t fight, can’t even protect yourself. Every attempt at meaningful movement silenced by the buckles firmly grasping your ankles, and wrists. You can pull, twist, try anything, put all your strength against the restraints it matters not. They are cold unfeeling, and unconcerned to your suffering. The only response you get from them is the rattling of the chains. The clinking of the metal links like soft whispers, that remind you of how helpless you are with every bit of struggle you make.

WOOOOSSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AGH!”

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“ERGH!”

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AAAAA!”

WOOOSSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“HAHHH!”

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AGH!”

WIIISSSSHHHHH

CRACKKKKK

“OWWWW!”

The chains again whisper as your entire body tense up from the latest spank. With the pain continuing to build as your butt is beaten, you find yourself straining against the chains more, and more.

WOOOOSSSHHH*

CRACKKKKK

“AH-HHHH!”

“Come on now can’t you take it easily since it’s my first offense?” You say part sarcastic part trying to actually negotiate with your harlequin interrogator.

A simple “No.” with a following.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

Is the only response you get from Scratch. Gritting your teeth through the spank this time you continue to try to sweet talk her.

“Awww come on now don’t be like that surely we can work some thing-“

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

-OoowwwOOOOOut right?” You ask part just fooling around, part actually trying to negotiate.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

Ahhhhh

Another decisive strike to your ass seems too signal no. Much as its a turn on, and in a way a wonderful experience, the pain is also quite overwhelming. Though your erect, the pleasure is starting to be come diluted by the pain, that just seems to increase with every spank.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AH-HHHH!”

More and, more you find yourself starting to fight against the cuffs that bind you. As you begin to yell out louder, and louder.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

The pain grows, your erction starts to fade. That tranquility, no long there the pain starts to become unpleasant again.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

Scratch’s aim is perfect, every swing landing in exactly the same spot.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AHHHAHHH!”

Leaving only one increasingly painful, pink stripe on your ass.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

There is only one stripe...

WISSSHHH

CRACK

“UGHHHH*

That is how skilled she is...

WOSSHHHH

CRACK

“UGHHHH*

Your starting to break now, the stripe starting to turn red, the change of color seeming to signifying your waning resolve.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

Yet Scratch doesn’t stop, she doesn’t slow. She continues to rain down spanks at a methodic, almost robotic like pace.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!!!”

Her rhythm is consistent almost down to the second.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!”

“P-please mistress slow down.” You start to beg.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH!!!”

Yet without Scratch hearing a safe word your begging is only meet by more spanks.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“GAAHHHH PLEASE!!!”

And this doesn’t seem to bother Scratch one bit, as she continues completely unaffected as your struggling, and begging become more, and more frequent.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“MERCY!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AHHH STOP!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“PLEASE!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“MERCY!!!”

Your thrashing around violently now, chains rattling, the bench rocking back, and forth slightly. A singular tear rolls down your cheek as your emotions start to physically leak out from you.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AHHHh!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“AAHHHgH!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

“ARRRRGGGHH!!!”

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

Till finally you don’t say anything, you just lay their limp, and defeated, as more tears start to flow.

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

WOOOOSSSHHH

CRACKKKKK

Then all at once your ordeal is over. Scratch stops the punishment, no more spanking.
She walks around to stand in front of you, her black leather platform boots clip cloping against the metal floor once more as she does.

You will broke down all you do now is shake, and shiver, and sniffle.

You feel so weak, and submissive now. Like you’ve been reduced to a helpless mewling kitten, whimpering for some one to care for and, love. Scratch takes her left hand, and carefully wipes the tears away from yours eyes with her finger. She then puts her hand to your cheek, and affectionately you rub against it accepting her small extension tenderness. That seemingly benign action, is a small sign is surrender. A gesture that you respect her as the one in charge in this play, and that you are ready to serve and obey. If you weren’t bound to the spanking bench right now you would have got on your knees and started licking, her boots just to prove your devotion. Truly you have been thoroughly tamed.

Scratch then pulls her hand away, and crudely sticks her large latex covered dick in your face.

“Now then I assume you know what To do?” Scratch asks plainly.