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finger over my slit. I was instantly wet, and silently cursed my body.

"That's my good girl. I love how you respond to my touch. Now you need to remember how to submit in every other way."

I didn't reply, but gripped the back of the couch fighting for control, and you teased my pussy, dipping one finger into my opening, over and again, until I pushed my hips back needing more.

"I can see how badly you need me, Cora. I don't know why you fight me so, when we could be enjoying carnal delights."

I shook with desire and pictured the last time we'd made love. I was preparing dinner when you caught me from behind, tore my dress off, and forcefully held my slight frame to yours, so much larger than mine, and infinitely stronger.

You lifted me onto the counter and spread my thighs, asking, "What is on the menu tonight, baby love?"

"Stuffed peppers with a side of..."

You kissed me breathless, and interrupted, "Cora with a side of stuffed peppers. That is the menu this evening."

"Yes, Master. As you wish."

You titillated me no end, pressing one finger after another into my drenched cunt, and then forced your whole fist into my depths, fist fucking me until I screamed, and then begged, until you filled me with all of your hardness.

The memory set my cheeks aflame and I hungered for a repeat performance.

You moved to the edge of the couch again, sitting with your spine ramrod straight, spread your legs, and issued a simple command,

"Come."

Though I was aching from holding my position, being free to move was small comfort. I walked slowly, taking tiny steps, approaching with as much dignity as I could muster, and I stood before you with eyes riveted to the floor.

You tapped your thigh, motioning me to take my position on your knee.

I chanced a glance at the brush, which you held in your palm next to your thigh, and I cringed.

Squelching my anger, I bent to take my position, and you dropped the brush on the end table, picked up a leather crop, dragged it over the backs of my thighs, and raked it through my wetness.

"Do you have anything to tell me, baby love?"

I slammed my eyes shut tight, fighting my traitorous body, and swallowed the rage that leaped to my lips.

"Well?"

I squirmed in staunch defiance, remaining stubbornly silent, so you raised your hand and brought the tawse down hard. Swoosh! Crack!

I let go a small scream and reached to cover my stinging ass cheeks, but you wrestled my hands behind my back, and clasped my wrists together. Swoosh! Crack!

I struggled, fighting you, and you dragged the tassels over my bright red buttocks, whispering, "You know what happens when you behave like that. You know I won't let you get away with it, don't you?"

You rubbed your palm over my striped buttocks, softly, seductively, and searing heat started between my thighs.

I writhed in your grip, fighting my own reaction, and fighting to defy you, to show you that you can't control my every thought and action, but you laid down the crop and picked up a leather belt. "Are you ready to surrender, my love?"

I was fuming, utterly irate, and l twisted hard to wrench my wrists free, and turned over trying to escape.

You dragged the leather belt between my legs, whispering, "What should I do with my naughty little girl? Should I paddle you some more, or torment you without satisfaction? Hmmm?"

My breath caught, and I thought, you wouldn't dare! You just wouldn't! Would you?

"Or both," you queried, with no sign of mirth in your voice, and then pulled the leather through my wetness and over my clitoris, making me squirm in your grip, and my breathing grew shallow.

I collapsed, burning for your touch, even as my thoughts were filled with fury. I wanted to pummel your chest, to beat you to a pulp, even as you tormented my body, eliciting extremely sexual responses.

Feeling my weakness, you stroked my clitoris, picked up the hairbrush, pulled my thighs apart, and inserted the handle into my craven cunt. You fucked me, wiggling deep and hard, shoving me into white-hot desire and driving me out of my mind.

I squirmed and struggled, and you whispered, "That's my girl. You know what Master likes. Show me how desperately you crave me, little one. Such a beautiful, erotic display. Squirm for me, baby love."

I ached for your hardness, ashamed that I could want you even as you degraded me, and I needed you to drive your thick manhood into me, knowing that nothing else would do. No other satisfaction could squelch this burning desire, and I was so far beyond comprehension that I begged, "Please fuck me, Master. Please, I'm desperate for you."

"Yes, of course you are. Are you going to be a good little fuck slut for me?"

I bit my lip, clinging to the last of my defiance.

"Will you give me your unquestioning obedience? Are you prepared to give me anything I desire, without hesitation? Answer me, sex slave."

"Yes, I promise."

"I know what you need, baby girl, but you haven't shown me how desperately you need me."

I sobbed, unable to stand the torment for another second, and you slapped the ivory brush against my pussy, stinging my clitoris, and asked, "Do you surrender?"

I lifted my head slightly, stifling the torrent of words I wanted to hurl in your direction. Even knowing better, I slipped, "I was fucking teasing! Do you understand that?"

"Do you understand that this is rebellion and not submission?" You dragged the ivory through my wet gash, and I exploded. I held my breath and counted to ten, but something in me snapped, and I couldn't let you win. "No! I only did it for fun. I was teasing you!"

I knew there were times when my stubborn pride didn't serve me, but I collapsed into righteous indignation anyways, until your voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Well then, I will show you the full price of teasing, baby girl."

You pushed two fingers into my craven cunt, slammed your fist into me, lifted me up, and laid me at the edge of the bed, with fingers wiggling and sawing into me, pushing and pulling, deeper and faster, and I lost my will to fight.

You slammed your fist into my cunt, over and again, stealing my breath, and pummeling me harder and harder, taking me to the edge of my sanity. I squeezed the bedspread, balled up in my fists, letting you push me past all of my limits, utterly desperate for your completion.

"Is there something you would like to say to me, little one," you taunted me, knowing that I was teetering on the edge.

Your superior tone set me off, and I spit the words out acidly, "Not sorry," I mumbled emphatically, and you fisted the length of my hair and forced my gaze to yours. "That just earned you a prolonged punishment, my little fuck toy."

I had barely gotten the words out before you picked up the hairbrush and struck my ass.

My mind was screaming and you paused, running your hand over my cheeks. Then your voice sliced the air. Your tone was controlled calm, and it cut through the noise in my mind, to reach me at a level I'd never known prior.

"You could apologize and save yourself some pain."

You pushed two fingers into my aching cunt, slammed your fist into me, lifted me up, and dropped me straight down onto your fist. I screamed as my pussy throbbed, and you did it again and again, letting me know that you're in charge, that you could force my compliance anytime you pleased.

You pushed me down with my back to the bed, and paused, lightly stroking the flat of my belly, rubbing me seductively, and then dragged a hand over my pussy, dipping a thick finger into my anguish, and I groaned with need.

You slammed your fist into my cunt, pummeling me harder and harder, taking me to the edge of my sanity, and I balled up my fists, trying to hold on, and letting you push me past all of my limits, utterly desperate for your completion.

You fisted me hard, twisting your wrist and learning what movements made me lose my breath, and watched my face, as I squirmed and kicked vehemently, fighting for control, but rapidly lost the battle.

"You're so, so hot, my little fuck slut, so wet and so ready for me. What would you do for my satisfaction?"

I shook my head vehemently, giving you no quarter, but you tormented me, lowering the smooth ivory brush to stroke my intimacy, and it nearly broke me. I bit my lip and steeled myself, denying my longing.

You brought the hairbrush down between my thighs, raking it lightly over my craven lips, and spoke to me seductively,

"I know you think you're all 'tough girl' but you're really just my baby love."

I shook my head, resolute that I wouldn't give into your sensual onslaught.

"And I know how much you need me to fulfill you."

The words rankled through every fiber of my being and hit home. I snapped, fighting you, doing my damndest to get away, and you brought the hairbrush down hard. Swoosh! Thwack!

I screamed, writhing and trying to force you to let me go, and meaning to do you bodily damage in the process, but you gripped my wrists behind my back.

"Shhh. Stop now. Don't fight me."

"Let me go!"

"Not until you've learned your lesson, baby girl."

"Maybe you should learn a lesson! Let me up!"

"Oh my!" You took a deep breath, and I could almost hear you smirk. "That was an unfortunate thing to say. You know that, don't you?"

"Let me go, damn it!"

You grabbed me up by my hair, and pinned me to your broad frame, kissed me deeply, and pushed my back to the wall. Your hands searched my body, frantically, and then slowed to stroke the curve of my waist desirously.

"You think you're a tough bitch, but you're not," you whispered, staring straight into my soul. "I know exactly how and where to touch you, how to calm you and make you heel, and you live for this. You know you're helpless in my arms."

I knew you were right, that it was my secret shame, and how dare you call me on it!

I pushed against your chest, landing enraged blows to you there, and you smiled down at me.

"Look at you, fighting me with your ineffectual little fists. You're fucking precious."

I let go a banshee scream, and reached to slap your face hard, but you nailed my fists to the wall and laid against me, full body weight, kissing me as you stroked my soaking wet slit, and fingered me, exploring my deepest secrets.

I melted, shivering against you, and you lifted me onto your iron need, fucking me deeply, and slowly, drawing me out. You whispered, soothingly, "I know that every part of you needs me. You only act out when you need me a good spanking, and you need me to fuck you roughly."

Your words, your intimate, instinctive knowledge, and throwing it in my face, broke me. I clung to you, physically extracting the strength and love I needed, and you let me.

Holding me firmly, you drove your manhood into me hard, thrusting powerfully, and I whimpered my need as you locked eyes with me, and then stopped, holding my gaze with your own, and asked, "Have you learned your lesson, my beautiful fuck slut?"

I turned my face away and you forced my chin back, demanding, "Tell me."

"Or else what," I ground out, furious with you, fighting to extract myself from your grip, and you kissed me passionately, swallowing my rage and slipped two fingers into my volatile cunt.

Again, you came up for air, demanding, "Tell me now."

I couldn't think, couldn't form words, couldn't rationalize, and couldn't fight anymore, and you suckled my neck, bruising the entire length, whispering, "I can prolong this as long as you want, baby love. You decide."

I parted my thighs and arched my spine, blatantly needing you, and you fingered me deeply, finding the spot that made me insane with lust, and then played me like an instrument, pushing me straight into the crescendo of illicit craving.

I was panting with my whole body aching, needing the full, steel strength of you sheathed in me, and I reached to grip you with both hands, prepared to take what I needed, but you stepped back and caught my wrists, whispering, "Have you learned your lesson?"

I wanted to kick and flail, to scream and cry out my frustration, and you stroked my molten longing, with your hard cock poised to impale me, and waited.

"Well?"

"Yes, damn it! Fuck me!"

"You're so close, baby love. Try again. Tell Master what you have learned."

"That I need you," I sobbed.

"Go on."

"That I need you to guide me, teach me, love me, punish me, fuck me. Please, please, I need you."

I was on the edge of losing my mind and you impaled me deeply, forcing me open to you as fat tears rolled down my cheeks, and you thumbed them away.

You fucked me wildly and I met your passion with intensity, thrusting and pushing, until you shoved me beyond myself and I fell into flames which threatened to incinerate me.

You bucked, harder, deeper, forcing me down on you, and held me still, making me wait, and then carried me to the bed, laid me down, and teased my pussy.

I whimpered, lost in your control, and you pressed your lips to me there. I sucked in air sharply, unable to take one more second, and mumbled, "Please, please, please, please!"

"I know you need to climax, baby love, but you haven't learned your lesson yet."

"You drove your tongue into me, and the moist heat of you penetrating me, was nearly my undoing. I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips, breathing heavily in anticipation.

You wrapped your arms around my thighs and pulled me into your mouth, tongue fucking my volatile cunt, shoving me into delirium, and I broke down and wept, pleading with you, "Master, I've learned my lesson. Please, I'm begging you."

"Yes," you growled, "that's my sweet little slut. I know you would do anything to have me. Say it. You know you need me to fuck you, that you would do anything to have me. Tell me what you need."

"I will. I'll do anything. I have to have you. Please, please," I sobbed, with tears rolling down my cheeks.

You pushed me back on the bed, forced two fingers into me, and slammed your fist into my throbbing need, and I cried, arching my spine, with my head thrown back in abandon, begging, "I'll do anything you ask. Fuck me, please. I need you desperately."

"Anything," you asked, taunting me and prolonging my suffering.

"Anything! Please, Master. I need you."

You drove your manhood into me, slowly, devastating and torturing me, over and over, and I wept unabashedly, squirming beneath you. "I can't take it!"

"You can and you will, baby love. You'll take it as long as I want you to. I need you to understand the full effect of teasing. There's a high price to be paid. Being a rebellious little slut has consequences, and I'm not done punishing you. Tell me that you understand and acknowledge that you deserve to be punished, sex slave."

"I understand and I deserve a punishment, Master, but I don't deserve the severity." I sobbed. "I'll be good. I promise!"

Finally, you drove your iron cock into my depths, forcing me open wider than I'd ever been, and I screamed and cried, with shock and relief, completely beyond the ability to reason.

You fucked me forcefully, with long, hard, punishing strokes, inflicting a searing carnal heat, and you said, "You deserve every bit of the severity," and then froze, demanding, "Beg me."

"I have to have you, Master. I'll be your fuck slut, your willing sex slave. I'll do anything you ask. Please, I'm begging you to fuck me. What do I have to do? Please!"

You pulled me to the edge of the bed, with my head overhanging the edge, and straddled my face, saying, "You know what to do. Prove your words to me, and I'll give you everything you need."

I parted my lips, weeping, and you fisted my hair, pushing into my moist cavern, and I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of your sinews pushing and pulling, sliding over my tongue, and you commanded, "Look at me. I want to see your surrender."

I raised my eyes, and you tormented me, pushing incrementally deeper with every stroke, and I looked up at you, with my eyes pleading.

"I know that look, my love. It's not going to work. You've been a very naughty girl today, haven't you?"

I hesitated, and then nodded affirmatively.

"And you know that I'm going to use you, and punish you severely, because you deserve it. Right?"

Tears fell down my face and you yanked my hair, forcing my mouth open, and I gripped your hard thighs, bracing myself. You drove your full length down my throat, slapping your balls into my lips, and began a violent rhythm, punishing me with powerful strokes, alternating fast and slow movements, keeping me off balance, demanded, "Suck."

I wept openly, and you pummeled my face, choking me and watching me struggle for air, and then pushed all the way into my throat, gripping my face between your powerful thighs, and held me still. "You need me for the very air you breathe, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Would you?"

You pulled out and hauled me to my feet by my hair. I was shocked at how brutal you were and I tried to recover.

"Answer me, slut!"

"Yes, Master."

"That's better. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"The next time I tell you to strip and get on your hands and knees, what are you going to do?"

"I'll strip and do as you ask."

You crushed me to you, locking me in your arms, kissed me deeply, brushed several wisps of hair from my eyes and said, "On your hands and knees, my love."

I slipped to the ground, assumed the position, and you knelt behind me, stroking my ass and whispering, "That's my obedient little fuck slut. There's a good girl

You know I will give you what you want, if you submit to me willingly."

"I know, Master. I promise, I've learned my lesson."

"That's my good girl. You just needed a reminder. Now I'm going to give you what you need."

You drove your steely length into my volcanic depths, slamming into me, and I cried with relief, pushing back against you as you pushed harder and smacked my buttocks, hard enough to sting, and a crackling, electric heat singed my wanton sex. You pushed deeper, growing inside me, and gripped my hips forcing me to be still.

I went still, panting, and you raised one knee for stability, pushed up slightly, and forced your cock straight down into me, deeper and deeper, and I screamed, "More!"

You shoved me off a desirous cliff, and watched me fall into smoking, illicit proclivity, not stopping until you forced me beyond myself into erotic blinding fulfillment, and my pussy throbbed around your pulsing manhood, finally extinguishing the fire within, and I knew then, that I would never be able to live without you.

You carried me back to bed and I snuggled into you, knowing you had given me the only gratification I could ever need, and I collapsed into your arms, no longer rebellious. Anger and rage were a distant memory now, and you pulled me closer. I rested my head on your chest happy and content.

"I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Master."

"Good girl, now close your eyes, my love. You're going to need to rest. We're not done yet."

I smiled knowingly, and fell into sated sleep, looking forward to round two.

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