Sarah's pride gets her in trouble.

It didn't take long before she was breathing heavily again, squirming beneath my touch. She was really quite beautiful, I realized, as she turned her lust-filled eyes on me, her mouth open as she panted for breath. I gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose and she groaned in frustration. So cute.

It was clear that my fingers were more familiar with the activity than was she was and I began to wonder if the poor girl had ever been properly satisfied in her life. Probably not, I decided. I tightened my grip on the apron behind her back, forcing her to arch her back slightly and really focused on the soft pads of my fingertips, making it as enjoyable for her as I knew how, rubbing her own moisture around her swollen clit in tiny circles. I looked at her expectantly but she wasn't paying attention.

"You know I'm going to take this away from you again if you don't play." I sighed.

Sarah whipped her head around to me, expression a torrid mix of lust, shame, and anger. "No... don't! Don't stop! Don't stop..." Her legs began to shake and her breath caught in her throat as she reached the crest of ecstasy... and I ripped my hand away from her, leaving her with nothing but empty promises. "No!" she breathed, crestfallen. "Please! I... I need this."

She was just adorable when she pouted. "Cute, but not good enough. Don't worry, you'll get there." I needed to give her hot little button a moment to cool down, but that didn't mean I couldn't have any fun. I raised my hand, the fingers sticky with her **** arousal; its heavy scent filled the room. "Mmm, do you smell that? That's the smell of one thirsty slut if you ask me." I held the fingers closer to her face. "Smell it."

She turned her face away from me. "No, that's gross."

I laughed and grabbed her face with the gooey fingers. "This isn't a negotiation, princess. One way or the other, you're going to do what I want."

She shuddered and made a gagging sound as I wiped my fingers off on her soft lips and cheek. Then she struggled again and kicked at me, nearly pulling free from my grip. She cried out in frustration as she flailed "Let me go, you freak bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?"

I began to lose patience with her; maybe she needed to learn some manners after all. "Maybe you don't understand the situation, here, stupid. Get on your knees. Right now." My firm voice carried a hint of warning, which she ignored.

"No! Get off me!" She tried to pull away from me for the last time.

With a sigh, I pulled down harder on the apron binding her wrists behind her head and plunged my free hand down the front of her blouse, slipping under the padded cup of her bra. One or two of the buttons came open off as I found her left nipple and pinched it mercilessly, taking some twisted satisfaction in the shocked cry that followed. Sarah screamed and squirmed and then tried to lower herself to her knees, but I kept her on her feet by tugging up on the nipple.

"Ahhh! Ow! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! God!" She cried, and I released her. She dropped to her knees quickly. Seemed pain was the best teacher for Sarah.

She had obeyed, but only by ****, and she still had more of an attitude that I'd have liked. I slapped her once. When she glared back at me and opened her mouth, I slapped her again. She kept her eyes on the floor. "That's better." My apron-hand was starting to get tired and I wanted both my hands free again. "Come here." I led her away from the wall a little bit and she complied, shuffling forward on her knees, although she didn't seem happy about it. "Hold still."

Moving behind her, I adjusted the bonds on her wrists slightly to make them a little more secure and then ran the long end around her front, passing under her breasts, to close the loop again and tie the apron strings together so that she wouldn't be able to pull free. "There you go. That's much better." I circled back around to her front and admired the fully visible swell of her nice round breasts.

"Hold on..." I said, remembering the feel of thick padding in her bra earlier. I ripped the front of her shirt open and pulled her bra down beneath the apron-tie. Sure enough, a pair of cute little titties popped out, barely a handful each. She had a decent pair of B-cups and they were very pretty, but she was mostly padding. I had to laugh. I'd had my own experience with disappointing breasts growing up and so I understood where she was coming from, but still, it was very funny to watch princess Sarah's face drop as her secret shame was put on display.

I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to embarrass her. "Oh, look at these cute little things!" Taking one in each hand, I brushed my thumbs across the nipples and watched as she shuddered with obvious delight. "Sensitive, huh." I smiled and she merely looked at the floor, blushing deeply.

"Alright, let's do this again." I grabbed a handful of hair and led her forward, bending her over a large bag of coffee beans on the floor. Hauling her skirt up over her back, I pressed the hem into her fingers. "Hold this. Do not let go." She took it without a word. "Good girl." I gave her a soft pat on her perfect little ass and then yanked her panties down to the floor, leaving them stretched between her knees.

She looked absolutely delicious. Hands tied, bent over, presenting her bare pussy and ass to me. I massaged her clit once again and she sighed happily. She was so **** for the pleasure that it was almost sad. It didn't take long before she was squirming and breathing heavily and I knew she was once again getting close. "I know you want it. Just beg for it and you can have it."

She stiffened again and shook her head. "I... can't. I don't know why, I just... ah.. ah!" she was so close, just another moment and I could push her over the edge into the chasm of pleasure she'd been denied. Of course, we both know I didn't just then. I withdrew my hand and shook my own head.

She screamed in frustration and kicked her feet against the floor as her pleasure receded once more. "Come on! Just let me have it!"

It was time to test my theory that she wouldn't learn without pain, and what better way than with a spanking? I looked around for anything that would work but nothing stood out, so I just used my bare hand. Now, spanking is a bit of an art form. Trust me. It can be anything I want it to be for my partner. I can make it really fun and I can make it really not. This was not fun for Sarah. I struck her sharply and aimed only for her most tender places without offering any warmup or soothing touches between slaps. She cried out in surprise, then anger, then pain as I continued to spank her for several minutes until she was sobbing quietly beneath my hand.

Then, without a word to indicate the transition, I slipped two fingers into her glistening slit to pleasure her once again. She moaned greedily, relief flooding her body visibly. I fucked her with two fingers, paying special attention to her clit with my thumb. My free hand rested on her hip to keep her from moving about too much. She didn't fight me. She just laid there and moaned like a bitch in heat, not even trying to hide how much she was enjoying herself.

Another few minutes passed and she was once again frantic with unfulfilled desire. I reminded her again the simple thing she needed to do to finally get the release she so desperately wanted, but she still hadn't quite learned the lesson. Fueled by pain and anger, she barked at me again instead of begging. "Don't stop. Oh god, don't you dare fucking stop again." She was bucking her hips, trying to get herself off before I could pull away. Her cunt was literally dripping with anticipation, I could only imagine how badly she needed to cum. It turned me on to watch.

I sighed, disappointed. "Now you've just upset me." As promised, I curled my fingers and twisted my hand so her flesh would allow my tight fist inside, one knuckle at a time, and then thrust my whole arm forward like I was trying to punch her in the cervix.

Her whole body jerked and for a moment I thought the movement might have actually triggered a paingasm, which would have been fascinating to me, but then she screamed and I knew there was no pleasure in it. I felt her tightly stretched vaginal muscles twitch helplessly around my fist and forearm as they struggled to accommodate the massive penetration. I wasn't looking to absolutely destroy her, of course, so I relaxed my hand and very gently pulled my hand back out of her trembling hips. I hadn't actually wanted to make good on that threat, but I wasn't about to make a liar of myself. I stroked her bright pink backside softly in an attempt to soothe her discomfort in some way.

She shuddered on the bag of beans, trembling and sobbing, muttering something muffled and unintelligible into the coarse fabric. Still, somehow, I felt no strong feelings for her. My comforting gesture was more a **** of habit than an act of genuine compassion. I flipped her over onto her back. Tears were running down her face, but she was no longer trembling, seemingly having overcome her painful ordeal very quickly.

"I'm sorry... please... don't hurt me again. I won't swear anymore. I'm sorry..." she looked up at me without an ounce of anger in her eyes, only sincerity and fear.

I stroked her cheek comfortingly. "Shh. Shhhh. There you go. I don't want to hurt you again. You don't want that either, do you?"

She shook her head, trying to control her crying with a sniffle.

"No, you don't. You want me to make you feel good again, don't you?"

She nodded and her tears returned, flowing freely down her face. "Yes, please. God, yes."

I smiled and ran my hand over her breasts a moment before very gently cupping her tender pussy. It was quite wet. She drew a shuddering breath and tried to relax enough to enjoy it. I brushed my fingers across her clit and she nearly jumped. It must have been so sensitive by then. Very gently, almost as if worried she'd break, I teased her flesh once more with my fingers.

She closed her eyes to concentrate on her pleasure. Watching her face and taking my cues from every hint in her expression, I pleasured her delicately but enthusiastically until she was once again beside herself with enjoyment. "Yes... more... please?" she said in a soft plea.

"This is your last chance." I warned her. "Don't blow it." Then, because I just couldn't stand the idea of her pretty little nipples being left out of all the fun, I tossed my long hair to one side and knelt down beside her. I lowered my mouth to one hard bud to lick it gently with my tongue. I removed my hand from her clit and shoved two fingers into her sopping wet cunt as she moaned loudly for more. I was pulling out all the stops and even extended my little finger to tease her puckered little asshole as I finger-fucked her faster and faster.

She gasped, but if she objected to the new intrusion she had the good sense to keep it to herself. Her breathing sped up and her moans became urgent. "Oh! Ohh!"

"I know you feel it coming."

She nodded.

"I know you want it."

She nodded again with a soft whine.

"I'm not going to let you have it."

A look of horrified panic took over her face and her stubbornness shattered like a porcelain dish on the floor. "No! Please. Please don't. I need it. Please fuck me. Please don't stop. I need this. Make me come! **** me! Use me! Please! I don't care anymore, I'll do anything! Please make me come. I'm begging you. Oh god, I can't go through it again, I- ahhh!"

She was so busy begging she didn't notice that I never stopped blasting her. I carried her up and over the point of no return and pushed her down the other side. I even lowered my mouth to her sensitive nipple again because I'm so generous. Her body tensed up so hard I thought she might have been having a seizure, and then the dam broke and she erupted into the most powerful orgasm I'd ever witnessed. She shook and screamed and gasped and gushed, every part of her alive with visible ecstasy for nearly a full minute. And then it was over and she fell limp, breathing hard and trembling slightly, eyes closed.

I smiled, deeply satisfied with my work. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" My voice was slightly unsteady, I'd become powerfully aroused watching her intense orgasm.