punish the naughty girl

You slide your fingers out of her, leaning close to kiss gently at her neck.
“You’re a naughty girl,” you say throatily near her cheek.
“Yes, master! Very naughty!” she pants.
“Dirty girls don’t deserve to cum,” you snap, untying her legs and shifting her body to twist enough that she’s nearly sideways. You take her onto your lap. Her pussy is soaked and hot in your crotch, and you run your palm over her buttocks. She shivers in knowing what is coming.
“You’re trembling,” you say softly.
“Yes, master…” she pants.
“Are you afraid?”
“No, no master! I love my master! I want my master! I NEEEEED my master!”
“I want to hear BEGGING,” you insist, grinning while she’s blinded as you’re unable to help yourself.
“Please, master!! Please punish this naughty, dirty slut like a worthless whore!”
“That’s my good girl,” you praise, just before you grab a riding crop nearby and it cracks down noisily on her ass. She screams out in pain, but it rapidly turns to one of passion within an instant. You repeat it, raining sharp little strikes against her black-furred bottom.
“AAAAHHHN! Thank you! Thank you, master!” she screeches, face wedged halfway into a pillow as her long tongue hangs out helplessly. Her crotch bumps against your lap, but barely, and your pants still protect her from receiving your hardon. It’s a tiny rise of stimulation that’s maddeningly slow for the horny batgirl. You eventually lose the crop, opting for your bare hands as your palms strike and fondle her ass firmly.

“Ohhhhhh godddd! Master! Master I… I’m…”
“Did I say you can cum yet?” you growl.
“NOOOO!” she howled, clearly battling her instincts between obeying you and satisfying herself with her release.