Chapter 15: Can You Guess Where I'm Going to Spank You Now?

Continued from chapter 14:

I spank her left breast, then her right. Then her pussy again. Then three sharp spanks to her belly.

“Do you want a warm-up first? Or shall I go straight to the flogger?”

Dolores cries out sharply with each stinging impact, her body jerking against the silken ropes. Tears prick the corners of her eyes from the intensity, but she doesn't beg for mercy. Instead, she arches into my punishing blows.

“Ahhh! Oh god, Ero!”

She pants heavily, her skin flushed and tingling from the spanking.

“I... I think I need the flogger. I want to feel the thudding sting. I want you to work me up to a fever pitch.”

She looks at me pleadingly, desperation clear in her voice.

“Please, my love. Flog me until I'm a writhing, begging mess. Punish me for my past transgressions, mark me as yours. I need it, need you to break me down and rebuild me according to your desires.”

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I grin at her wickedly as she dances before me, my little puppet on strings.

“As delightful as that sounds, Miss Maybourne, I think I want to cover your body in angry red handprints before I flog you.”

““Where would you like me to spank you first? Remember, every square inch of your body is getting spanked before I flog you. I'm just curious about where you would like me to start.”

Dolores shivers in anticipation, her mind reeling with the possibilities. She considers my question carefully, wanting to give me the perfect answer.

“Start with my breasts, Ero.”

She arches her back, presenting her ample bosom to me.

“Spank them until they're red and throbbing. Mark them as your property.”

She looks up at me through lowered lashes, her voice a needy whisper.

“Then move down to my stomach, my thighs. Leave no inch of my upper body untouched. I want to feel your handprint on every curve, every dip.”

She wiggles her hips enticingly.

“And when you reach my bottom and my pussy, don't hold back. I want the sting to linger. I want to remember this moment every time I sit down tomorrow.”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath.

I spank her breasts—ten to her right, ten to her left, and ten alternating. I repeat this pattern for about five minutes.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Dolores whimpers and writhes like a worm on a hook, completely unable to evade my spanking hand as I cover her pendulous breasts with their large, darkening nipples in angry red handprints.

“Ahhhhn! Oh god, Ero! It hurts! But don't stop! Please, more!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Dolores's cries echo off the walls, her voice raw with pain and pleasure. The heat builds in her chest, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her pussy clenches and drools, soaking her inner thighs as the spanking pushes her closer to the edge.

“I'm yours! All yours! Do whatever you want to me! Just don't let up!”

I move to her belly, turning it a bright sunburn red, and then I kneel to get the front of her legs, the inside of her thighs, the backs of her legs.

As she comes undone, weeping and wailing, ugly crying in the mirror, I rise and stand behind her, my chin on her shoulder, watching her unravel in the mirror. I rest my hand on her bottom.

“Can you guess where I'm going to spank you now, Dolores?”

Her chest heaving, tears and snot streaming down her face, she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, pupils blown wide with masochistic bliss. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse and quavering.

“Y-your hand is on my bottom, Ero. Surely you're not going to spank me there too? After all the attention you've given everywhere else?”

Despite her words, Dolores arches her back, presenting her reddened rear to me. The globes of her ass jiggle slightly from the movement, and I can see her puckered hole winking at me invitingly.

“Please tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you're going to be gentle with my poor, tender bottom.”

I bite her earlobe gently, trailing kisses along her jaw, my hand releasing a barrage of crisp, stinging spanks across her soft skin. I steady her with a firm hand on her belly, tattooing a rhythmic drumbeat on her bottom until it turns a vibrant red, mirroring the heat in her cheeks.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Dolores shrieks, her body bucking wildly as each spank lands, her ass bouncing and rippling under my ministrations. The pain is excruciating, yet it melds with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her, driving her higher and higher toward a peak.

“AAAHHHHNNN! FUCK, ERO! YES, YES, YES! HARDER! MORE!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Her voice rises to a fevered pitch, broken by **** cries and moans. Every nerve in her body shakes and jerks as she struggles to process the onslaught of sensation. The heat in her core builds to an unbearable crescendo, her pussy spasming and gushing around nothing.

“I'M... I'M GOING TO... OH GOD, ERO!”

“No, you don't! Not yet, you naughty girl.”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

I deliver a thunderous spank to her sit spot, and she screams, her body humping the air in search of a release that remains just out of reach.

“NOOOO! PLEASE, ERO, I NEED... I NEED...”

Dolores wails, agony and ecstasy intertwining as the brutal spank lands, the searing pain shooting straight to her core. She strains against the silken ropes binding her, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY FOR BEING A NAUGHTY GIRL! PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST LET ME COME!”

“Then you need a good flogging, my love.”

She nods frantically, her tear-streaked face a mask of **** need.

“Yes, please, Ero. Use the flogger on me. Whip me until I can't take anymore.”

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?”

To be continued in chapter 16...