A few minutes later, Varga’s footsteps came up the stairs. Samia’s heart raced in anticipation, in excitement. What might he do to her. She knelt at the foot of the bed, hands behind her back.
As he entered the room, she kept her eyes down.
“Bend over, with your hands on the bed.”
“Yes, master.” Samia followed his orders, smiling to herself as she closed her eyes, wondering what he might do next. She already felt a little wet as she stuck her ass up in the air for him, hoping to impress him.
“Don’t call me that,” he said sternly. “From now on, you call me sir.”
“Yes, sir.” Samia felt the warmth in her breath as his hand stroked up her back.
“You want me to punish you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm.” He groaned as his hand felt her smooth skin, then his palm tapped her ass. It barely tickled her, but it was enough to almost send her over the edge. Her pussy dripped a little.
She remained in her pose, both palms on the bed, ass up for him to spank, eyes and head facing forwards.
“Seeing another man fuck you, it broke my heart.”
“I’m sorry, mas- I mean sir, I really am. I’ll do anything for your forgiveness.”
“Quiet, ****. Speak only when instructed.”
Samia gulped, heart racing further. Varga was finally getting into his role as master.
He slapped her other ass cheek, this time a little harder.
Then he ran a finger up and down her tight ass crack, soon feeling how wet her pussy was.
“Do you feel any shame, for what you did?”
Samia had to gulp before getting the words out. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you think punishment will make things right?”
“I was hoping it might, sir.”
He spanked her again, harder. Then again, much, much harder. Enough to make her flinch and yelp. She stood up, clenching her ass cheeks for a second.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Samia nodded, looking at him briefly before getting back into position.
“I can’t do this, Samia. I can’t hurt you like this.”
She stood again, looking up at him now. It seemed she’d need to come out of her role as **** for a moment to give him some more encouragement.
“I was angry at you for what happened,” Varga said. “I was heartbroken, to see you lying with another man. But this… this isn’t me. My heart needs time to heal, but it won’t be healed by harming you.”
“I understand. Is there any other way I can earn your forgiveness.”
“It will just take time.”
She took his hand, wrapping both of hers around it. “Time is one thing we do not have, my love. “If you cannot do this for yourself, do it for me. For your love for me. The punishment is not to satisfy you, but to appease me. I feel great shame for what happened. I deserve punishment. Through my love for you, I want you to be the one who delivers it.”
She looked into his eyes intensely for a while.
“Alright.” He sighed.
“If you hurt me, do not ask if I’m okay, just continue. I’m your ****, sir. Remember?”
Varga nodded.
Samia got back into position, and Varga spanked her again. He alternated between each ass cheek, spanking her harder and harder. She clenched her teeth, hissed, yelped, cried out. But he continued to hit her. He was finally growing into the role of her master.
“Why am I punishing you?” he demanded.
Smack.
“Because I was unfaithful.”
Smack.
“Will you learn your lesson?”
Smack.
“Yes, sir.”
The spanking continued for a while, until Samia’s ass cheeks were burning, she was so sore, she was on the verge of tears.
Varga stopped, and she heard him lower his breeches. She let out a sigh of pleasure when his rubbed his hard, sticky cock up and down her ass crack. It felt so good as he squeezed the cheeks together and pressed it between them.
“What should I do with you next, ****?” Varga pondered.
