Your cock is beautiful – 33

I watched her hands, knowing what was about to happen. When Stella really came hard, her hands would always twitch and shake. I always thought it was weirdly sexy, but now it was about to get her punished.

Her right hand dropped first and the glass tipped, spilling water over the edge of the table. She frantically tried to grab it, but could barely move with my weight on her, and so only managed to push it, sending it spiraling off the table where it shattered on the floor. In her haste to save one glass, she dropped the other, sending water all over the wooden surface of the table.

I laughed at her panicked whines, and fucked her like I was trying to break her, the table shifting away from me with every thrust. Her pussy was still quivering around my cock, and I let myself join in her pleasure, shooting my cum into her. My orgasm was quick, but intense.

I laughed again, breathlessly, and slowly pulled out of her.

“Well, no talking this time, at least.” I said, “But let’s do the math, two glasses and one orgasm, meaning-“

“Two.” she interrupted breathlessly.

“What?” I asked.

“Two… I had two orgasms.” she confessed.

“Well… thank you for being honest.” I said, smiling. “But I don’t remember telling you to interrupt me.”

If she hadn’t corrected me, I never would have known. Did that mean she wanted more punishment? Or maybe she was remembering my order to never lie to me, and felt not telling me would be dishonest.

Either way, I loved that she’d done it. Although I didn’t tell her she could speak…

“Two orgasms… two glasses… and talking without permission..” I said.

She groaned at the last addition, but didn’t respond.

“I believe that’s… thirty-five lashes.”

She gasped, and went stiff.

“Oh, the glasses were worth ten each, didn’t I tell you that?”

I was distracted for a second when I realized we were now standing in a small puddle of water in our bare feet, and there was a broken glass nearby. I made a note to order Stella to clean up the glass as soon as I was done. After all, she was the one that made the mess.

I looked up and delivered the first blow, taking her by surprise again. I went about her punishment slowly, not allowing my anger to take control. The regular sounds of her pain were almost comforting, and the motion of whipping her already felt natural to me. My cock was rock hard again by the tenth swing, which was the same swing that made her break down in tears.

On and on I struck at her, blow after blow marking her perky pink ass. I lost myself in it, finding an easy rhythm, each violent crack bringing me almost as much joy and pleasure as it brought her pain. I felt right, like this. It felt natural, and good. It felt-

“STOP!” she screamed suddenly, breaking my wonderful sadistic trance.

I stopped, and let my arm fall limp, exhausted.

Thirty two lashes, I’d counted out so far.

“I can’t take any more, please stop.” she whimpered, sobbing.

It seemed while I’d been further exploring my sadistic urges, she’d been approaching the limit of her tolerance for pain.

I walked to the side of the table and looked at her. She was in agony, her legs were shaking and barely holding her up. Her face was red and wet with tears, and her eyes were bulging in pain. Her make up had smeared and run down under her eyes. The disheveled look made me even harder, made her pain look so much more intense.

‘Stella…’ I said gently.

‘Please… no more, I can’t do it… you said you’d stop…” she whimpered, closing her eyes tight.

A strange rush of pleasure flowed through me, seeing her like this. This was exactly the type of pain I’d always imagined her in, in my darkest moments, all those years.

I had to stop now.

But at the same time, I couldn’t…

“Stella, there’s just three more.” I said, gently stroking her face, “Just three more and it’s over.”

She looked up at me, blinking back her tears.

“I can’t!” she croaked, “I can’t do it.”

“You can!” I said, dropping the belt and holding her face with my other hand, “You can do it, sweetheart. You’ve taken so much already! Just three more, and your punishment’s over. Just three more!”

I leaned over the table and kissed her gently, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips.

“You can do this…” I whispered, “You can take it, I know you can.”

She looked up at me, so utterly vulnerable and uncertain.

“Just… just three?” she whispered.

“Three more, and we’re finished.” I said.

She closed her eyes, and let out one more sob.

“Ok…” she whispered.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Ok… ok, do it.” she said, almost too quiet to hear.

“No Stella.” I said, “Tell me what you want.”

She opened her eyes again, and stared into mine.

“Please… please finish punishing me, Sir.” she begged.

I swear to God, I almost came again right then and there. This was it. The peak of my dominance and sadistic glee. Pushing her to her absolute limit, then literally making her beg for more.

I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. She responded desperately, whimpering submissively. I pulled away and kissed her once more on the head.

“Three more.” I said, standing up.

I grabbed the belt and took my position behind her. Her ass was badly bruised, and she was barely standing.

Three more hits.

They would have to be good ones.

I summoned all the remaining strength in my exhausted arm and struck down with everything I had. The crack of leather against skin echoed louder than any previous one had, and Stella screamed in pain. She pushed herself up onto her toes, causing the table to slide forward. By this point it was almost at the wall.

Again, I reared back and struck out, using my whole body to deliver an incredible blow that made her whole body shake and quiver. From behind her I could see her open her mouth to scream, but only a few small whimpers escaped. She quickly lowered her head to the table and let out a long, moaning breath.

Finally, I let out my own loud grunt as I whipped her one final time.

And suddenly she was silent. After a few seconds, she let out a small whimper, then a louder whine, and then her legs fell out from beneath her.

I lunged forward to catch her as she fell, her weight taking me by surprise and knocking me to the floor underneath her. I sat up and held her in my arms. I looked at her, panicked, worrying I’d pushed her too far. But when I saw what was happening, I couldn’t believe it.

She was cumming.