Your cock is beautiful – 33

The second the word left her lips I pulled my arm back and lashed out with the folded belt, cracking it against her ass.

She jumped and whimpered with pain.

“One…” she said.

“Don’t bother.” I said.

I hit her again, then again, loving the way she’d yelp with every snap, reveling in the chorus of her pain. She reached out and grabbed the other edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I finished the remaining hits fast and hard. I got to ten, then turned away from her saying,

“Don’t fucking move.”

She was panting hard, but let out a sultry giggle as I walked to the sink.

“Mmm… Thank you, Sir.” she said.

“Shut up.” I answered. This wasn’t even close to finished.

I poured myself a glass of water and took a long, slow drink. I refilled the glass and walked back to the table.

“Stick your arms out.” I said.

She obeyed, spreading her arms out to the side. I pressed the bottom of the glass against her hand.

“Hold.”

She grabbed the glass and set it down.

“Up.”

She raised the glass up and held it in the air.

I walked back to the sink and filled up another glass, then put it in her other hand.

“Don’t. Spill.” I ordered.

I walked behind her and just enjoyed the moment. I grabbed my hard cock through my boxers and slid my hand along it. Her ass was perfectly presented to me, her wet, pink pussy just waiting for me. I thought about making her strip out of the lingerie, but it was actually exciting with her still in it. Like this, it looked like I was really just taking her, not even bothering to undress her first.

“Stella, in future when you want me to punish you, you just have to ask.” I said, my tone light, “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” she said.

“But now…” I said, “We can’t have you disobeying me, hurting me just for a little fun. You’re about to see what a real punishment feels like.”

I dropped the belt on the floor and walked over to her. I ran my hands over the warm, soft skin of her ass, already pinkening from the first ten strokes. I slid my boxers off, standing naked with my hard cock pointing right towards her pussy. I spanked her once, not too hard.

“Don’t spill.” I said.

I stepped between her feet and slowly slid her legs open, pushing her ankle out. She let out a sudden gasp of anticipation, followed by a drawn out whimper.

“And don’t… cum.” I said, thrusting my head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. I entered her slowly, at the same time pulling back on her hair.

“Oooh, fuck Sir.” she whimpered.

I slapped my open hand down against her back, making her jump. The glass in her right hand spilled slightly, the water just about dripping down the side.

“Don’t talk. And watch the water.” I said.

I gripped her hair tighter and pushed into her. She was so tight from this angle. I entered her quickly, pushing hard against the wet, hot grip of her pussy.

She moaned loudly as I pulled out and began slowly fucking her with about half of my length. Her hands were gripping the two glasses tightly, and her arms were already shaking.

I enjoyed my slow pace while I watched her, minute by minute, as her arms got tired and her pleasure increased. Eventually I could feel her pussy gripping hard around my shaft, and I knew she was close to orgasm.

“Careful sweetheart.” I said, thrusting harder, “You don’t have permission yet.”

She inhaled sharply and let out a purring whine.

“Please…” she whimpered.

“No talking.” I said, thrusting even harder.

Within a minute it was too much for her, and her pussy was twitching around my cock. She gasped and moaned, and as the pleasure took her she let the glass in her right hand bang against the table, causing water to slosh over her hand. It seemed to be a small, gentle climax, but it still counted.

I sighed with frustration and pulled out of her. I knew I had to punish her, but it took all of my willpower to actually stop.

I leaned over and took the glasses out of her hands, moving them out of her reach.

“I’m sorry…” she gasped, still shaking.

Without answering her, I grabbed the belt from the floor and lashed her ass hard.

“You talked twice, came once, and spilled the water.” I told her. “If my math is right then that’s… twenty lashes.”

“Twenty!?” she gasped.

“Twenty-five now, and more if you keep talking.” I said.

She whined, but didn’t speak again.

“You don’t have to count… but don’t be afraid to make some noise if you have to.”

I wanted to enjoy this too, after all.

I started slowly, leaving long pauses between each hit, but soon I sped up, each snap of the belt coming just a few seconds after the next. I felt my cock throb with every hit, but I didn’t stop no matter how much I just wanted to force myself back into her.

I reached 25 surprisingly quickly, and I let my arm drop. It was very tiring, putting so much strength into each swing. I was so excited, but my mind felt strangely still, my thoughts calm. All day I’d been irritated by the behavior of my sister, and haunted by the memories of Stella’s abuse. But now, watching her shaking with pain, listening to her gasp and pant, probably on the verge of tears… it just felt right.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I slowly put each glass into her trembling hands and grabbed her hair again, lightly tugging on it.

“What are the rules, sweetheart?” I asked.

Silence.

“It’s Ok, you’re allowed to answer me. What are the rules?”

“Don’t… don’t talk. Don’t spill… don’t-“

Her words were cut off by a sharp wail as I pushed my thick cock back into her tight, silky pussy.

“Don’t what, sweetheart?” I asked, filling her to the hilt.

“Uhh Nnn… mmm…” she moaned, “Don’t cum!”

I laughed and started to fuck her again, keeping my pace steady so she wouldn’t spill any water. Her earlier orgasm didn’t seem to have satisfied her at all, only serving to make her hotter and wetter.

I increased my pace until I was fucking her hard, finally giving myself the pleasure I’d been holding back. I groaned with pleasure and suddenly felt the table lurch beneath us. I pushed down on her head and shifted my legs back, slamming into her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she was cumming again, helpless to resist the pleasure overwhelming her.