Choose the dildo

You make your choice and carry the dildo back to her, taking pleasure in seeing the panic as her eyes register what you're carrying. You hold it in front of her face and turn it on. It buzzes like an angry bee, and she gasps, shaking her head.

"This should give you something else to think about," you smile at her, and stepping back you reach between her legs, rubbing against her slit. You're not surprised, after what you noticed this morning, that her cunt lips are swollen and she drips with moisture. You probe her with your fingers for a moment, hearing her gasp and enjoying the feel of fingering her helpless cunt.

"Please sir, what are you going to do?" she asks plaintively. For answer, you rub the thick head of the dildo against her pussy lips, opening them, letting the vibrations touch her clit.

"Oh God Sir, you can't put that thing in me, I'll never take it, please don't sir," she begs, as you remorselessly push the cock shaped vibrator into her. You twist it as you slowly push it in, letting it's vibrations reach every bit of her cunt. It's so thick that it stretches her wide, and she tries to spread her legs, but she is hampered by her wrists cuffed behind her knees. She's moaning deeply now and her breath is labored. Her eyes still plead with you as you keep slowly impaling her with the vibrating cock. Finally, you have all ten inches of it in, buzzing at its low vibration level.

"Please, oh pleasepleaseplease, it's too much, I can't, can't take it, please," she whines throatily, as her hips rock and her cunt contracts to squeeze against the intruder. You leave it in her, and pick up the riding crop again, lashing her suddenly across the ass. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and you lash her again.

"NOOOOOOOOO!, Oh Please God, please, please please please, Oh God please," she wails, her hips rocking and pushing back against the dildo, her face slack with lust and pain.

You lean close to her face, and look into her wide eyes. "You came, didn't you? You like this, don't you?

"No sir, I didn't I didn't I don't, please stop, please take it out, I'm sorry," she babbles frantically.

"I don't like little girls who lie," you tell her coldly, and without warning you lash her again with the crop.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHH! OH God, Oh Please, OH God Please!" Her hips rock frantically, squeezing the dildo tighter.

You wait until her spasms subside and lean close to her again. "Tell me the truth this time."

She sobs, nodding her head, tears spilling from her eyes.

"Say it," you command.

"Yes Sir I came, I couldn't help it, Sir," she whimpers.

"Well, since it makes you come, you should be happy that you still have five lashes to go," you tell her, smiling cruelly at her.

"Please no more sir, please, I'll be good, I'll be OH GOD OHHHHHH! OHHHHH PLEASE!" she wails out another orgasm as you lash her again. Her white ass cheeks have fine tracery of red stripes on them now. You wait until her orgasm subsides then turn the dildo to high vibration.

"WHaaaa, Oh that's good, oh Sir that's good, Oh yes, OH PLEASE YESSSSSSS! YES! YES! YESSSSS!" she respond to another lash of the crop with another orgasm. Not letting this one subside you land another blow. She's just making incoherent animal noises now, totally lost to the twin sensations of pain and pleasure, and you give her the last two lashes, sending her into a frenzy of lust, shrieking out her pleasure as she rocks her hips backwards, almost as much to take another lash as to engulf the dildo in her cunt.

You wait for her to subside, for her breathing to quiet, then you turn the dildo off an pull it out of her. Her swollen cunt gapes open and she gives a low moan of disappointment at it's loss. Her face is streaked with tears and sweat and her eyes are slightly out of focus. You uncuff her, and hands fall to her sides. She remains in position, her striped ass still in the air. Her breathing is ragged, panting with her exertions. Her tiny body is racked with shudders.

You pick her up, intending to put her on the couch to let her recover, but she clings to you, holding you tightly around your neck, pushing her face into your shoulder. She's saying something, but you can't hear her, and laying her on the couch your try to pull back. She keeps her arms wrapped around your neck, bringing her head back and kissing your throat.

"You're so good to me," she whispers. "Did I take all twelve like a good girl, Sir?"

"Yes you did Meghan."

"Thank you Sir," she mumbles, letting you go, and falling back limply. It takes you a moment to realize that she's gone to sleep.