My Sensual Punishment

On my knees, the candle lit room outlining every detail of my body with his, my master. He holds a leash attached to a collar that wraps around my neck with every struggle. I look towards the door while he has his back turned. My instinct made my hands hit the floor and try to crawl my way to the exit, being fully aware of the consequences that would follow. The collar then snapped back, making me fall backwards and sit down. I knew the very cause of my failure of escape. I even knew I was going to fail. How did I know? Because I wanted to.
“What did I tell you about trying to escape?” He walked in front of me and shut the door, then locking it, keeping the leash firm in his hand. The feeling of fear and excitement flowed through me. He then opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I wanted him to use them on me, and he knew it. He could read every ounce of me. Then again, I didn’t try to make it hard for him. He swiftly slid his hand where the leash met the collar by the seams and pulled me close to meet his eyes for a brief moment.
“Here’s your punishment.” He growled before he turned me over so my back would face him. My hands were then forced behind my back to be cuffed together tight. I then found myself being pulled to my feet by the back roots of my hair. His hot breath caressed my neck as we shifted to the bed, where he sat on the edge and laid my body across his lap. My red push-up felt tight around my breasts, making the lace a bit uncomfortable. I felt his hand force my velvet lace panties down my legs and onto the floor. Without warning, that same hand hit my ass. Hard. Again and again. The pain was good enough for my shrieks to have a hint of enjoyment mixed within.
“Say you’re sorry.” He demanded, continuing his spanking. My body jolted and flinched with the sting. He hadn’t stopped yet.
“I’m sorry!” I cry. He still didn’t stop. My ass was turning red at this point.
“You’re sorry what?”
“I’m sorry, sir!”
“Will you do it again?”
“No sir-ah!” He then moved my body upright, making me sit on his lap. His left hand gripping my ass, leaving an opening for his middle finger to push inside it. A gasp escapes me with my head jerking back, his breath meeting my ear and neck once again.
“You gonna be a good girl?” His voice was deep and charming as his finger got deeper.
“Yes-sssss-yes sir!” His finger moving slightly in and out.
“Say it.”
“I’ll be good-aah! I’ll be a good girl, sir!” His finger traveled deeper as my yelps increased in volume.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. Squeal..” His profound voice continued to melt my ear. Barely over a quarter of his finger is inside my ass, and yet it feels like he has two in it already. With his free hand, he wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me still on his lap. Please, please go deeper, Master. I want more! I want you so much!

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