She needs it good

I was determined to make sure that she understood how thoroughly mine she was, and a good spanking always seems to get the point across, if the girl is a true submissive.

I started with the old basics, alternating a few slaps to the left cheek, then switching unannounced to the right. As I spanked, I kept reiterating the rules. "You are mine now, Paula. You have yielded your will to me. I am your Master, and you will address me as such, if I give you permission to speak."

I stepped up the pace. "This ass is mine, to spank at my whim, without reason or for a reason; but the real reason is that you like it: don't you, my slut?" I reached down and tweaked a nipple.

"YES! Yes, Master, I do like it when you spank my slutty ass! Give me some more! Naughty Paula needs more -- pleeeeasse, Master?" SLAP! SLAP!

"That's my girl! You can always ask, but you gave up the right to demand along with all your other rights when you yielded to my will.

"Now: as I said, this ass is mine. I will fuck it as often as I want, any way I want, with any body part or any other object I want to; and I may or may not bother to use a lubricant. You, in turn, will open yourself to my will and my penetration; and you will come like the submissive buttslut you are, unless I forbid you to do so." Her ass was getting redder and redder, and my hand was a bit sore (NEVER admit to that in front of your subs).

"These tits," I tugged brutally on her nipples, "are mine to command. I may pierce them, or have you pierce them, or not; I might even order you to get implants, so that you look more like the bimbo you are. Is that understood?"

She moaned, "Please, Master; you wouldn't, would you?" The groan conveyed a complex mixture of fear and arousal; she didn't know what she wanted any more.

"That's my decision to make, little Paula; don't fret your pretty head about it." I resumed spanking, going quickly from one cheek to the next.

"Speaking of heads: this head is mine to do with as I choose. I may order you to blow me like the expert little cocksucker you are; I may simply fuck your face. If I tell you to, you will dye your hair, or shave it off. Do you understand, slut!" SLAP, SLAP!!!!

"Yes, Master; my head is for you to command." Again, that mix of pain and lust was so heady (pun intended) to my ears.

"And, my cunt, your little cuntie-poo is mine. I may fuck it, or fist it, or cram it full of my favorite Scotch Bonnet peppers to flavor them," (she flinched at that one; they are the only thing hotter than Haban~eros), "and your job is to keep this sluthole of yours juicy and ready for my every need. Is that clear, Paula, you hot little bitch?" SLAP, SLAP!

"Yes, Master, I'm your hot little bitch! Do me like the whore I am!" By this point, the redness was threatening to become bruises, and I don't like the way they look; so I simply let her drop to her knees before me, and fill her mouth with my burgeoning member. Within a minute, she was sipping from the fountain of my cockhead like a calf on the cow's teat, and just as eagerly. She shuddered from yet another climax, her third (by my count) since this spanking had begun.