Chapter 12: A Taste of Real Punishment

Continued from chapter 11:

Her eyes flash with sadistic glee as she hears the desperation creeping into my voice, feels my body tensing and trembling on the verge of release. Vivienne doubles her efforts, spanking me with ruthless precision directly on my sit spots and perineum.

“That's it, baby, let it happen,” she urges darkly, reaching down to rub my aching cock through the drenched satin.

“Cum for me like the obedient little slut you are. Paint these pretty panties with your release. Do it NOW!”

I scream with delight as I erupt into creamy white pops of pleasure, spurt after spurt of my orgasm, so intense it hurts, explodes from my tip and floods the front of my panties.

Vivienne shrieks with victory, her face wide and triumphant as she spanks me in time with each spasm of pleasure, feeling the warm wetness smearing her thighs as I let go. She talks me through it, spanking me to the end, teasing me, scolding me, owning me.

Panting heavily, Vivienne continues to spank me through the aftershocks, drawing out my pleasure until I’m reduced to a boneless, babbling mess. She grinds the heel of her palm against my spent cock, working the last drops of cum into the saturated satin.

“Mmm, yes, that's my good boy,” she croons, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Look at the mess you've made, cumming so hard just from my hand. I've never seen anything so deliciously humiliating.”

Chapter 12:

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Vivienne stops spanking, instead caressing the bright red welts decorating my ass. She helps me off her lap, keeping a firm grip on my hips as I wobble unsteadily.

She helps me slide my sticky panties down my legs and holds them in front of my face, full of my slimy cream pie. A long string of creamy white semen dangles from the crotch, swinging back and forth. She smiles at me wickedly.

“Can you guess what comes next, Ero? Can you guess what you're going to have to do now? You did it to me... and now it's your turn...”

Without being asked, I sigh and open my mouth obediently. Her wicked grin widens as I present myself for whatever depraved act she has planned. Vivienne brings the cum-soaked panties closer, letting the string of semen brush tantalizingly against my parted lips.

“Such an eager little slut,” she purrs approvingly.

“You know exactly what I want, don't you? Go on then, clean up the mess you made. Lick every drop of your essence from these panties like the dirty boy you are.”

She pops the damp fabric into my mouth, the string of semen touching down on my tongue first. She giggles as I make a face, tasting my own cream pie.

“That's it, baby. Feel how it coats your tongue, your throat. Clean your panties. Swallow it all down. Show me how much you love the taste of your own cum. And if you do a thorough job, maybe I'll reward you later…”

In fact, she begins scooping up some of the goop I left on her thighs and brings it to my lips. I open around the panties and she feeds me all of the mess I left on her thighs. She puts her hand on the back of my head and makes me lick the rest of it off.

“There we are, thank you Ero. I'm all clean now. Boy, there sure was a lot of cum in you. Thank you for eating it all...”

She reaches into her handbag and pulls out a wicked-looking flat-back ebony hairbrush.

“Now that we have all of that nasty semen out of you, I'm going to spank you for real, Ero. Bend back over, and let me give you a taste of real punishment, without the cloud of erotic pre-orgasm arousal to protect you.”

My limp cock gives one last defeated twitch as I lie naked, with a mouthful of cream pie panties, back over her lap. She positions me firmly over her lap, the cool surface of the hairbrush resting ominously against my already tender bottom. Vivienne runs her free hand possessively over the reddened globes, squeezing and kneading the abused flesh.

“Mmm, I hope you're ready for this, Ero,” she murmurs darkly, tracing the wicked edge of the brush.

“Because I'm going to paint this ass a lovely shade of purple. By the time I'm done with you, sitting will be pure agony.”

The first strike falls like a thunderclap, the dense wood biting savagely into my sit spots. Vivienne sets a punishing pace, each blow landing with ruthless accuracy and terrifying strength. Tears spring to my eyes as the pain builds to an unbearable crescendo, eclipsing even the exquisite ache from before.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

She lights my bottom on fire, the hairbrush exploding into my skin with a series of meaty pops. I shriek with pain and try to escape, but Vivienne snakes her arm around my waist and locks my legs with hers, securing my doom.

She maintains her iron grip on me, easily overpowering my struggles despite our size difference. Vivienne's eyes glitter with cruel amusement as she watches me writhe and sob, my tear-streaked face a picture of agonized submission.

“Aww, is that all you've got? I expected more fight from my favorite plaything,” she taunts mercilessly, punctuating her words with a particularly vicious set of licks from the brush.

POP! SPLAT! SPLAT! POP! SPLAT!

“This is barely getting started, baby. I'm going to break you apart and put you back together again, piece by piece.”

She shifts her angle, targeting the sensitive juncture where my ass meets my thighs. Each blow sends shockwaves of white-hot pain radiating through my core, stealing my breath and scrambling my thoughts.

“Count them out, Ero.”

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

I gibber and wail, my thoroughly washed panties falling out of my mouth. Screaming, full ugly crying as I wiggle to no avail.

“Vivienne! Please! No! Vivvvvvyyyyy!”

She spanks me harder, faster, driven by my pitiful cries and pleas. Vivienne drinks in the sight of me breaking down, reveling in the power she holds over me. My anguished sobs and the lewd cracks of the brush against my flesh create a twisted symphony.

POP! SPLAT! SPLAT! POP! SPLAT!

“Shhh, I know it hurts,” she coos mockingly, running the smooth back of the brush almost gently over my throbbing, mottled skin.

“But you took your punishment so well, my pet. I'm so proud of you for enduring it like a good boy.”

Suddenly, she flips me onto my back, straddling my hips. Vivienne pins my wrists above my head, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. I melt under her and let myself be pinned to the bed, my breath coming in hitching sobs as tears run down the side of my face.

I kiss back, and let myself be owned by her kiss, her tongue running across my teeth, and tasting the tip of my tongue. I hiss as my angry red bottom slides across the sheets. My cock is very limp after the beating I just took…

She kisses me deeply, hungrily, swallowing my whimpers and moans. Vivienne pours all of her dominant energy into the embrace, claiming my mouth as thoroughly as she claimed my ass. When she finally breaks away, we're both panting harshly.

“Look at you,” she breathes, trailing biting kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“So beautifully broken for me. I can feel how much you needed that, how much you crave my control.”

To be continued in chapter 13...