He hadn’t meant to whip her so soon, but really she’d given him little choice. If only she had cooperated more over his knee. Surely a grown woman could have handled a spanking with more grace! All that wiggling and crying and trying to cover her ass had really annoyed him. The girl simply had no discipline.
She had lain docilely enough across his knee at first. He still had the pistol, just to assure her he meant business. Her body felt so warm and soft leaning against his jean-clad thighs. First he cupped and held those adorable buttocks, massaging them in his hands. Then he smacked one cheek, not too hard. She jumped.
He smacked the other side, harder this time, and Emily yelped. Her cry excited him and Mark began to spank her in earnest, heating her skin with his hands. She started wriggling and trying to cover herself. Mark grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them out straight in front of her, holding them tightly.
He brought his other hand down again and again on her ass while she screamed and tried to squirm away from him. It was fun for a while, holding her wrists out and smacking that perfect flesh.
His cock was painfully erect in his jeans, straining each time her body was thrust down upon it from the force of his hand. But she struggled too damn much.
He stood up and let the hapless girl tumble to the floor. Before she could get her bearings, he hauled her up by the arm and flipped her around, her wrists caught up behind her, against his body. Marching her forward, he propelled her out of the room and down the hall. Time to have some serious fun.
Emily screamed, “Let me go! You bastard! Let me go!” Ratcheting her arms up until she gasped with pain, he pushed her into the playroom and spun her around so she was facing him. Leaning down, he kissed her hard on the mouth. Her lips were so soft and full. He nibbled them gently, holding her tight in his arms so she couldn’t resist him.
Emily tried to pummel his chest with her clenched fists. Mark laughed and spun her around again. He pulled her arm up sharply and Emily screamed again. Much stronger than she, Mark easily lifted Emily up onto the raised platform that held the St. Andrew’s Cross he’d bought just for her. As she faced the cross, he raised her arms high and snapped her manacles to the clips attached to the cross. She struggled to no avail, pulling hard against the cuffs. Releasing the hobbling chain, he attached her ankles, spreading them wide.
While she cursed him, still struggling, he slapped her still-reddened ass a few times, and then his hand slid down to her spread slit. Licking a finger, he slid it deep into her open pussy. She gasped but was completely powerless to resist him. He finger-fucked her for a minute, loving the feel of her velvet cunt in his hand.
Mark stood back to see his handiwork. He had to admit she looked breathtakingly lovely, attached by her wrists and ankles to the St. Andrew’s cross, arms and legs spread wide, her ass and cunt invitingly displayed.
For several minutes he just stood and touched her perfect ass, cupping the cheeks, letting them drop, savoring the heat from the aborted spanking. He would make her much hotter than that before the night was through.
She was still whining and yelling and all that noise was becoming tiresome. Retrieving a ball gag, Mark attached it around her head, forcing the ball between her jaws. He liked the contrast of the bright red ball next to her creamy skin and dark blue eyes.
Mark got down a large flogger from the wall. He brought it to the bound woman and held it up for her to see. Emily’s face was turned sideways, her cheek pressed against the wood of the cross. He thrilled to the look of fear in her eyes as the whip came near.
She was tightly secured and couldn’t escape the lash. Still, he would be careful, as this was certainly her first whipping. Again he reached down and touched her pussy. It was still dry. Well, he would fix that. He knew how to arouse a woman. Licking his finger again, he slid it into that delicious cunt a few inches and then withdrew it.
He began to draw concentric circles on her pussy, honing in on the little hooded clit. He rubbed and then moved slowly back to the still-dry love hole. Licking his finger, this time savoring the spicy-sweet scent of hers, Mark reinserted the finger, pushing it in all the way. He felt her muscles clamp down.
Was that involuntary or did she like what was being done to her? It really didn’t matter, because he had no intention of stopping. He finger-fucked the bound and helpless woman for several more minutes, alternating between entering her cunt and rubbing and pinching her clit. The slut was getting wet!
Thrilling to his task, Mark knew he would whip that sluttish desire to a frenzy. He would take her to heights, and depths, she had never dreamed of.
“I’m going to whip you now,” he whispered into her ear, causing the young woman to jump. She started to whimper again against the hard rubber ball filling her mouth. Mark decided to remove the gag; he wanted to hear her scream.
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