Naughty Girl Punished by Her Domme

You hold your mouth to my ear and whisper, "Have you been a good girl or do you need to be punished?"

I stiffen a little, lower my head, and reply in a pouty tone, "Maybe I have been bad, what are you going to do about it!"

I begin giggling and twirling around...

Suddenly I yelp, feeling a suddenly firm stinging slap against my ass.

"Mommy!!!!"

I cry out, secretly feeling a thrill at the sudden hint of what I know is to come.

You put a hand firmly on my shoulders, lean in, and say, "You know what happens to naughty girls who can't keep their mouths closed!"

I mumble something under my breath, earning a stern look. I let you lead me into the bedroom. Knowing my duty, I stand in front of the bed, shivering in anticipation.

"I don't think you deserve to keep your panties on, you need a spanking you're going to remember."

"You better take them off."

My fingers tremble as I slide my panties off. "Skirt too," mommy commands so I obey.

Next, without prompting, I lean against the bed, letting my upper body rest on the covers. My naked ass feels exposed, shamelessly on display, and I tremble, my skin heated and tingly, waiting.

"Aaaaahhhh!"

I gasp in shock as the first firm slap hits me. Then, in quick succession, come four more swift whacks. I wriggle, trying to evade her, but she only continues as the pain becomes frantically combined with increasing pleasure as each smack sends innumerable electric shocks from between my legs throughout my trembling form, particularly my nipples, which suddenly ache hotly with need.

She stops, and I slump against the bed, crying slightly, yet my excitement is growing so much I don't notice my hand reaching down between my legs until mommy takes my wrist in her hand, saying, "Naughty girls don't get to touch themselves!"

She sharply slaps the back of my hand.

"Maybe you need something, something a bad naughty girl deserves," mommy wonders aloud. This is fun because I never know what she's going to do next. I hear her fumbling with something and wonder what it is going to be this time. the rope? the buttplug? the nipple clamps? I begin to squirm in anticipation.

Her hand cups my ass and then I gasp as something cool and gooey is gently applied to my anus. Mommy whispers in our ear, "Ready for what you deserve?"

I somehow gasp, "Yes mommy, Yes Yes!"

Suddenly I feel something pressing insistently against me. I push back against it without thinking, groaning as it begins pushing inside. "Ooooh, it feels like the big one, oh oh oh oh oh ahhhhhhh!!! It's too much, it's too muuuuch!!!! Fuuuuuuuuck!!!!"

I utter a desperate squeal as the buttplug slips all the way in. I feel so filled it hurts but it's a good hurt that brings tears to my eyes. Again I try to touch myself, but swiftly mommy stops me, warning, "Do I need to tie your hands?"

"No," I whisper, but again my hand wanders. Suddenly my wrists are held in a firm grasp and I quickly feel the fabric tying my arms behind my back. I squirm, begging, pleading, "I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"You're really asking for it aren't you?" mommy exclaims, giving my ass a quick hard slap. I cry out, almost a wail, as the impact pushes the buttplug just a bit deeper.

The buttplug is driving me crazy with blind instinctive need. A small part of me wants it out, yet the constant pressure is oddly thrilling and I squeeze it repeatedly, the tightness a breathtaking ecstatic agony.

Mommy begins pressing against it, rhythmically. I collapse against the bed, surrendering to my desperation, pushing frantically against her, gasping and sobbing, my body pulsing with waves almost too pleasurable in their intensity.

Sensing I am approaching the pinnacle of my pleasure she stops.

I wail, "noooooo!" twisting my body, pushing backwards, but it's gone.

"Please please please please!"

I beg and whimper in an increasingly pleading whine, pressing my breasts against the bed firmly because it feels good.

Something brushes along the length of my vulva, just barely, so softly it's a cruel tease. I involuntarily utter a shrill squeal, my arousal spiking for a single glorious moment.

My skin feels so sensitive so that when mommy's fingernails begin gently scratching along my back I arch like a cat, moaning softly.

"Aaaiiiii!" I cry out as her other hand slaps suddenly against my vulva, a stinging blow. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" my laboured voice wails.

Another! Again I cry out, an unintelligible hoarse keening vocalization, beginning to shake my head from side to side, moving my body in a rhythmic needy movement.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!!!!"

Three more swats! I am sobbing, babbling, trembling. I can feel it coming, growing, expanding, becoming my entire universe. I shudder uncontrollably, and await my award.

"Bad girl!"

A sharp intense pain cuts into my soft thighs. My desire vanishes in an instant from the sudden pain and I utter a distraught long, "Noooooooooo!!!!!"

I collapse into tears. The cane!!!

Then, a gentle hand begins rubbing a cool cream onto my tender thighs and then my ass. Mommy whispers in my ear, "Don't worry baby, I'm not done with you yet."