Chapter 16: One Last Spot to Punish

Continued from chapter 15:

Dolores takes a shuddering breath, steeling herself.

“I need the pain. Please Ero, please push me beyond my limits. Only then will I earn the right to come.”

She looks at me imploringly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Break me, ruin me for anyone else. Make me your perfect, obedient little girl. I'm ready, my love. Flog me until I scream.”

“As you wish, Dolores.”

I wrap one arm around her from behind, holding her steady, and place my chin on her shoulder. I reach between her legs, patting the slick folds that squelch under my touch.

“One last spanking. One last place to spank, and then I will flog every last inch of your body, leaving no spot unkissed by the leather tails. I need to spank your pussy now, Dolores.”

She whimpers and trembles at my words, her slick folds parting eagerly for my touch.

“M-my pussy? You're going to spank my pussy?”

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Dolores gasps, a mix of terror and thrill coursing through her.

“Yes, Ero. Spank my needy sex. Punish it for being so greedy, so **** for your touch.”

She spreads her legs wider, presenting her glistening slit to me.

“Give me that final sting, that last push before you flog me into oblivion. I'm ready, my love.”

I spank her hard, her juices flying everywhere as I punish her trembling folds. Dolores shrieks, wailing with a mix of intense pain and pleasure, helpless to stop it, not that she truly wants to.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“AHHHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK! ERO, IT HURTS SO GOOD! DON'T STOP!”

Her body convulses with each stinging slap, the pain igniting her arousal into a fiery blaze. I feel her lips start to clench and flutter, and I remove my hand, denying her release once again.

She collapses against her restraints, panting and shaking as the denied orgasm crashes over her in waves of frustrated need. Tears of anguish stream down her face as she sobs brokenly.

“N-noooo... please, Ero, I was so close! Why won't you let me come?”

Dolores strains against the silken ropes, every muscle taut with tension and desperation. Her body glistens with sweat, flushed and marked with the imprints of my hands.

“I don't understand... I thought I'd earned it, begged so prettily for you. What more do I need to do?”

“You need to suffer a good flogging, my love. Beg for it, and then I will...”

I turn on her vibrating wand, letting it dance across her folds and clitoris.

Dolores convulses violently as the vibrations make contact with her hyper-sensitive flesh, electric shocks of pleasure zinging through her nerves. Her back arches sharply, pressing against me as she grinds shamelessly against the toy.

“AHHHH! OH GOD, ERO! YES, YES, YES!”

She throws her head back, mouth open in a silent scream of rapture. The vibrations send her hurtling toward the edge once more, her pussy clenching greedily around nothing.

“PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! FLOG ME, WHIP ME, MAKE IT HURT! I NEED THE PAIN, NEED TO BE BROKEN BY YOU!”

She babbles incoherently, lost in the overwhelming sensations consuming her.

I start over with the flogger, the leather tails wrapping around her breasts with a delightful snapping sound, leaving angry red lines as I mark every inch of her. Her large nipples protrude like eager fingers, begging for attention.

In between each group of ten snaps of the flogger, I tease her between her legs with the vibrating wand until she’s right on the edge, before denying her release once again.

Dolores shrieks and writhes as the flogger lashes her sensitive skin, each snap sending jolts of searing pain and twisted bliss through her trembling form. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with the impacts, her nipples straining outward.

When the vibrator touches her aching clit, Dolores nearly seizes up, her pussy gushing and fluttering wildly.

“AAAAAHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! ERO, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! I'M GOING TO...”

Her words dissolve into a wordless keen as I deny her yet again, the frustration bordering on madness. Tears pour down her face, smearing her makeup as she hangs limply in her bonds.

I cover every inch of her. After her breasts are marked, I whip her back, something I left unmarked during her initial spanking.

Dolores howls in agony as the flogger bites into the unmarked expanse of her back, each strike raising welts and leaving angry red stripes across her skin. She thrashes against the silken ropes, muscles jumping and twitching involuntarily.

“OW, OWWWW! ERO, IT HURTS! BUT DON'T STOP! PLEASE, KEEP GOING!”

Her voice cracks and breaks, raw from screaming. Her body is slick with sweat, rivulets running down her curves and dripping onto the floor. The pain melds with lingering pleasure, creating a dizzying maelstrom of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her senses.

“I'M YOURS, ALL YOURS! RUIN ME, BREAK ME!”

After I finish with her back, I wand her again before flogging her belly, moving down to the front of her legs, then back up, teasing her with the wand once more.

I pay special attention to the insides of her thighs, then her calves, and finish with the backs of her legs, each touch evoking whimpers of need and desire.

Dolores begs, her voice slurred and thick with desperation. Her face is just as red as her body, scrunched up in the most adorable ugly cry that I have ever seen.

“PLEASE, ERO, I'M BEGGING YOU! I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE!”

When I finally reach her bottom, the flogger rains down, eliciting wails and sobs as it connects with her most sensitive areas. Each strike sends jolts of agony and twisted bliss through her trembling form.

“AHHHH! FUCK, MY ASS! IT BURNS, IT THROBS!”

After reducing her to tears once again, I stand in front of her, allowing the leather tails of the flogger to gently flit across her vagina, folds, and clitoris.

“One last spot to punish, Dolores, and then I will give you release. Ask me, beg me, Dolores. Beg me to flog your pussy.”

She looks up at me with glazed, **** eyes, her face streaked with tears and smeared makeup.

“Please, Ero... I need it. I need you to flog my naughty, nasty pussy.”

Dolores spreads her legs as wide as the spreader bar will allow, exposing her dripping, puffy folds to my gaze.

“Punish my slutty sex for craving your touch so badly. Make me scream, make me cry, but please... please flog my pussy until I can't take anymore.”

“I promise I'll be a good girl; I'll do anything you say. Please wreck me with that beautiful flogger.”

She looks at me imploringly, silently willing me to grant her final request.

I give Dolores what she asks for, and the next two minutes are filled with nothing else but the snap of the flogger kissing her most intimate area.

The sound of snapping leather and splattering wetness fills the air as Dolores shrieks, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body writhing against the silken ropes holding her in place. She dances before me like a naughty marionette on strings.

Each lash of the flogger sends shockwaves of agonizing ecstasy through her core. Her body thrashes wildly, moaning,

“AHHHHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK! ERO, IT HURTS SO GOOD! DON’T STOP!”

Her head thrashes from side to side, tears and sweat mingling as she loses herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her muscles seize and relax, a futile attempt to process the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

I continue until I sense she can’t take any more. Setting down the flogger, I gaze in awe at the masterpiece I’ve created. Dolores hangs her head, sobbing, grateful for the reprieve.

Her body is a canvas of red welts and angry marks, glistening with sweat and other fluids. As the pain begins to ebb, a profound sense of peace washes over her.

“Thank you, Ero,” she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw from screaming.

“I did it. I endured everything you gave me.”

To be continued in chapter 17...