A hero's reward, part 2

You let Brighid continue like that for a minute or so, then sit forward. Her eyes snap to you when you move and she pauses, two fingers shoved into her mouth. You look down at her sternly and ask, "What do you think you're doing? Did I not just tell you that you do not get to swallow my seed tonight?" Brighid's eyes open wide and she looks down at the hand at her mouth, then up at you again, then back at her hand. She quickly pulls her fingers, glistening with her saliva, out of her mouth and hides both hands behind her, then arches her back to present her glistening breasts to you. "Well?" You snap at her, "I expect an answer when I ask you a question."

Brighid drops her gaze and murmurs, "I am sorry Sir, I thought you merely meant that you would not spend your seed in my mouth, not that I could not taste you afterwards."

"You disappoint me, little mare. I thought you wanted to be a good girl, but here you are blatantly ignoring what I say." You walk behind her and off the bed. You hear her start to stand but you call out in a commanding voice, "Stay right there, exactly as you were. Do not move a muscle." After a minute of searching, you find where Brighid left her long-handled scrub brush and heft it in your hand. You turn back to the bed; your Companion is laying on her belly with her back to you, muscles tense and ears swiveling to pick up the sounds of your movement behind her. You walk back over to the bed and look down at her equine half. It's a little curious; back on Earth there's no way you would have even considered being in a situation like this. After all, the business end of her body is that of a horse. And the thought of an actual horse's sexual bits is -- yuck. For some reason, though, the female centaurs you've met haven't flipped that same switch in your mind. You don't know if it's because they are clearly just as intelligent as you, whether the human torso somehow cancels out the yuck factor, or maybe it's just part of the magic of the Realms. Whatever the reason, the sheen of Brighid's copper-tinged brown fur, the smooth and powerful movement of her muscles just under her skin, the firm roundness of her rump, the tease of her tail just blocking your view of her pussy, they all turn you on just as much as her incredible tits or fiery green eyes.

You break from your reverie and step up onto the bed again. Brighid breathes heavily as she tensely waits for whatever is going to happen next. You stand next to her human torso and whisper into her ear, "You must be punished. I am a kind and generous soul, so I will allow you to decide the method and extent of your punishment. You will be spanked, but you may choose to be spanked by my hand or by the back of your brush. You may also choose how many strokes I will give you. I warn you, though: do not **** my generosity. If I decide you have chosen too light a punishment for yourself, well, that will only show me that you do not take my words seriously and do not want to be a good girl for me." You very gently bite the tip of Brighid's ear and the muscles in her neck strain to keep back an involuntary shiver. You wait for a full minute for her to respond, then smile and bite her neck softly as a reward when she does not.

"Good girl, very good. You listened this time. I didn't give you permission to move -- even to speak. You may speak now, but only to tell me what your punishment will be."

"Please, Sir, give me twenty strokes with the back of the brush to punish me for my disrespect." You kiss her neck just under and behind her ear, a further reward for good behavior.

"Very well. That sounds like a reasonable punishment; perhaps a bit higher than I would have chosen, but it speaks well for you nonetheless. You may move again, but only to count the strokes and answer direct questions. When counting, you are to say, 'One, thank you Sir', 'Two, thank you Sir', and so on. If you lose count, we will start over from one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand, thank you, Sir."

You raise the brush into the air then bring it down on Brighid's rump. The flesh ripples a little with the impact and she jerks, then says, "One, thank you Sir." Another. "Two, thank you Sir." You spank her on the other side of her rear to the sound of, "Three, thank you Sir." The brush rises and falls twice in rapid succession, once on each side. Her breath catches and there is a moan in her voice as she says, "Four and five, thank you Sir."

You run your hand over her backside, smoothing down the fur disturbed by the brush. Her tail twitches upwards, just like it did when you touched her in the bathing pool earlier. You walk around directly behind her and spank her once, twice, thrice. "Six, seven, eight, oh, thank you Sir." Again you rub your hand soothingly over the flesh you just struck and her tail hikes up even further. A thick aroma begins to drift towards your nostrils and you smile to yourself. Keeping one hand on her behind, you spank her twice on the other side. "Nine, ten, thank you Sir." The scent of her arousal strengthens further and you begin to slide your hand down her rear towards the back of her leg. You give her another quick spank on each buttock to distract her -- "Eleven .. and twelve ... thank you, Sir. " Her breath is becoming heavier and heavier -- and then you slip your hand back up directly between her legs to her her pussy. She cries out in surprise and pleasure and the muscles in her rear legs and butt tense but she manages to hold herself still as you manually inspect the one treasure she has kept hidden from you until now.

The heat around her cunt is considerable and she is soaking wet with thick, gooey lubrication. You run your fingers along her plump outer lips and she spasms helplessly, **** to press herself into your hand but similarly determined to obey your commands. You slide one finger directly between her nether lips, scooping up a dollop of her cream, and bring it to your nose to sniff. The odor is strong, rich and earthy, but not in an unpleasant way. You lick the juice from your finger and swirl it around in your mouth for a moment. Like the scent, it is rich, with a slight sharp tanginess and a hint of a spicy flavor. No, not at all unpleasant, you decide. Brighid is practically quivering at this point. Her tail is lifted high enough that you can clearly see her sopping wet slit, and her breathing is hot and heavy. You decide to pay her back a little more for just how mercilessly she has teased you.

"I do believe you are enjoying your punishment, little mare. Your cunt is leaking your juices all over your legs. A punishment isn't supposed to be something you enjoy, now is it?"

"No, Sir, sorry, Sir," She whimpers.

"Well then, I will just have to change your punishment. The spanking will continue, but you are not allowed to cum until you have thanked me for the twentieth stroke. Does that sound fair to you?" You return your hand to her pussy, running a finger along either side of her puffy, engorged outer lips.

"Yes, Sir, that is fair, Sir." You can tell from the strain in her voice that she wants to beg you to spank her some more, but again she is doing her best to obey your commands. You reward her by rotating your hand and slipping your thumb around the bottom of her lips until you locate her clit, which instantly sends her tail flipping up onto her back. You rub it a little, then give her a sharp smack on her left buttock. She gasps and trembles and finally blurts out, "Thirteen, thank you Sir!"

You ease up on her clit, not wanting to push her too hard too fast, but instead your press your thumb lightly between her lips. It slips partway into her and her muscles ripple around it, squeezing and grabbing at your thumb and utterly covering it in slippery juices. Somewhat absently, you bring the brush down on each cheek sharply. "Fourteen, ahhh! Fourteen and fifteen, thank you Sir." You slide your thumb back out from her cunt but twist your hand against and push two fingers inside of her, slowly forcing her inner walls apart. This finally breaks Brighid's Willpower and she shoves herself back onto your fingers with a sharp cry of pleasure; you choose not to call her out on it because you aren't actually trying to completely break her, just give her the willing illusion of it. Instead you spank her twice more. She almost forgets to call the strokes out, but you rest the brush against her rump as a reminder. "Sixteen, seventeen, ohhhhh ahhh! Thank you Sir!" You begin to pump your fingers into her hot, grasping wetness. She bends down and buries her head in the cushions in front of her, steadily pushing back onto your fingers in counterpoint to your thrusts. You pause again a couple seconds before delivering your two hardest spanks yet.

"Eighteen, nineteen, thank you Sir!" Her voice is somewhat muffled, but you don't care at the moment. Immediately you slip a third finger into her beside the other two and pump them hard and deep into her. Her hands clutch uselessly at the cushions and her muscles ripple tightly around your fingers, sucking them inside her on your inward motion and clinging tightly on the way out. Her scent is all around you and you breathe it in deeply. Your cock is rock hard once again as you forcefully **** the flame-haired warrior. Sensing her orgasm drawing near by the increased volume of her gasps and desperation in her rolling hips, you apply the coup de grace: you burrow your thumb back into the folds at the bottom of her pussy and rub it firmly across her clit. Her head whips backwards, sending her hair flying through the air like lava from a volcanic eruption. She grinds herself against your hand, crying out loudly in time with the movement of your fingers, and her knuckles are stark white as she grips the cushions as hard as she can to stave off her orgasm. You give her two more thrusts with your fingers, then have mercy on her and bring the brush down hard on her ass.

"Twenty! ThankyouSir!" She manages to get out as her inner muscles begin to spasm rhythmically on your fingers. She convulses all over and buries her head into the cushions, letting out a barely-muffled shriek of intense pleasure as her climax consumes her. You keep pumping your fingers into her as she cums long and hard, but gradually slow down and eventually pull your hand out of her as you see her body begin to relax.