Punishment

Mary, who was still on her knees and clinging to your pants, hesitated for a moment. It seemed she was torn between her fear and her own desires. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stood up and started to remove her tattered dress. Her naked body was now revealed in its full glory - the dark skin, the perky breasts, the tight butt, and her womanhood. Looking up at you, her eyes pleaded with you not to hurt her, but there was also a hint of anticipation. You couldn't believe it, but it seemed like Mary was aroused by your plan to teach her a lesson.

"I-I can't believe you're going to do this, Artur," Mary managed to stutter out, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry, Mary, but you know the rules. A mistake must be punished, and the **** must understand that she is there to serve me, not to make mistakes. Now, lay face down on the whipping bench."

Mary, tears still streaming down her face, slowly obeyed. She trembled as she climbed onto the whipping bench, her slim, dark body now entirely ****.

You picked up a small whip that you had seen in the hut. It was made of thin strips of leather, designed to sting rather than draw blood. Mary watched you with wide, fearful eyes as you took a few steps closer to her, holding the whip in your hand.

"I don't like it, but I understand why it has to be done," Mary whispered, her voice shaky. "Please, go easy on me."

"I'll try, Mary, but I must administer the appropriate punishment," you replied, trying to sound stern.

Suddenly you decide not to use the whip but your hand to spank her.

You took a deep breath and approached the whipping bench, ever-conscious of the power you held over Mary. As you stood over her, her eyes widened, the fear and anticipation evident on her face. Slowly, you raised your hand, and Mary tensed, bracing herself for the impact.

You brought your hand down with a firm crack, the slap sharp in your ears. Mary let out a yelp, her eyes wide and watering from the sting. Her ass cheeks quivered from the impact.

You brought your hand down again, and Mary shrieked. On the third spank, she yelled which was followed by a soft moan. You couldn't tell if it was a moan of pain or not. The next also brought a louder moan that was clearly not from pain. You also smelled her musky aroma rising from her groin. Mary was getting excited! Your cock surged to full erection.

You paused, shocked by the unexpected reaction from Mary. However, you knew that you had to continue, lest her disobedience go unpunished. You held back the urge to take advantage of the unspoken arousal, reminding yourself of your duty as her master.

Swallowing hard, you continued spanking her, each smack echoing through the hut. Mary's cries grew softer and her moans more sensual, her body writhing beneath your hand. The sight of her dark skin glistening with sweat made your heart race.

In the tenth spank, Mary's body shook and her voice cried out in an orgasmic howl as she climaxed. You almost came from her display. You had no idea a woman could cum from spanking.

Mary lay on the whipping bench, breathing heavily with a sheen of sweat covering her body.

"You may dress now," you said quietly. "Your punishment is over."

As Mary sat up to get off the whipping bench, you saw that her nipples were hard pebbles on on breasts and that she looked at you with a fire in her eyes, not of hate, but arousal. Her eyes dropped to the thick bulge in your pantaloons and a small gasp escaped her lips. She retrieved her tattered dress and put it on. One rip on the front allowed a nipple and most of a breast to be revealed.

"You may get a replacement dress from the quartermaster, Mary. I hope you have learned a lesson from your mistake," you say, trying to keep control of yourself.

"Thank you, Sir. I will avoid mistakes in the future," she said, her eyes downturned.

Once she left the hut, you quickly left the area and returned to the house. You hurried to your bedroom and jerked off to relieve yourself. Images of naked Mary, lovingly caressing you and taking your fat cock in her mouth, filled your mind as you stroked your cock. You caught your release in a handkerchief, moaning quietly.

The rest of the week was spent dealing with finances, buying needed supplies, and picking a new foreman from your employees. Your nights were filled with dreams of spanking Mary, receiving blowjobs from her, and other sexual antics.