Breanna's Story World!
Jay
He moved in behind her, tall frame towering over the young girl. "Celestia," he bellowed, turning her around and meeting his dark eyes with hers. He touched her cheek, running his fingertips over her soft skin. "You know the procedure."
Oh, she knew it so well. It happened every week... he'd come in, the same stern look on his face, the rope over his shoulder, touching her cheek so gently. She would shudder upon feeling his touch, and nod solemnly, removing her clothing, one piece at a time.
And it was no different this time. She remained calm, biting her lower lip as he moved his hand away and she pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it over the chair. She unfastened her jeans, tugging them to the floor and putting them with her shirt. She then looked at him, her big blue eyes watering up, but she knew she had to do this. She unhooked her bra, then slipped out of her panties, and stood there in front of him, naked.
He ran his fingertips over her smooth body, noticing the goosebumps when he touched certain places. "Are you ready?" he whispered softly in her ear. Feeling his warm breath on her neck gave her more chills, and she nodded eagerly. With her readiness, he led her towards the bed, lying her down on her stomach. She whimpered slightly, only slightly, and weather it was from pleasure, excitement, or fear, she wasn't sure. There was nothing different about the way he was doing it this time, but even so, she still experienced all three.
He placed his left hand on her lower back, slowly creeping his hand down to her bottom. He gave it a slight smack, causing her to squeal softly. "Such a naughty girl," he replied to her squeal, and then grabbed both of her wrists in his hands, tying them together, and finally to the bedpost. He made sure to tie it tight enough to where she wouldn't get loose, and then ran his fingers down her body, from her shoulders to her bum, delivering another smack, and then running his fingers down to her feet. He had to tie them, too, so there wouldn't be too much kicking. He took the other rope and used it to tie her ankles to the other bedpost. Celestia wouldn't be doing much moving this evening.
With that, Jay began unbuckling his belt. Celestia heard the familiar clanging of the metal, knowing that within moments, she would be feeling his leather studded belt on her bare bottom, and there would be nothing she could do to stop the pain from being inflicted upon her. That thought just made her more excited, and she could feel more moisture seeping between her legs.
"My naughty, Celestia," he said, slipping the belt out of the loops. "Tell me, Young Lady, why I spank you every week?" he asked her.
She cleared her throat, seeing as it was the first statement she would make with Jay in the room. "So I will learn not to be defiant, sir," she answered softly.
He nodded, holding the belt. "That's right, Celestia. What happens when you are defiant?"
"I get whipped," she admitted.
He folded the belt over and moved towards her, slapping it down on her tender cheeks. This time, the noise she made was more than a squeal. No matter how many times she was whipped with that belt, it still hurt more than anything else. "And isn't the whipping so much worse than this?" he asked, thrashing it down once more, in nearly the exact same spot.
"Yes, sir," she answered in a cry.
He traced the imprints on her backside. "Only naughty girls get whippings, don't they, Celestia?" He cracked it down once more, this time closer to her thighs.
"Yes, sir." She knew that if she wasn't restrained then she'd have already reached back by this time. The ropes were cutting into her wrists and it was taking all of her power not to break down and bawl like a baby.
He cracked the belt down again, three times in a row, one on top of another. Celestia fought with the ropes, twisting and turning, trying to escape what she was being bound by.
"Shhhh," Jay cooed, touching the marks that were already turning into bruises. "Settle down."
Celestia nodded, biting her lower lip, wanting to kick the pain away. He just gave her another lash with the belt, right on the thighs, and then another, right above the previous. He gave her an instant to catch her breath, and continued with the last two. The girl was trembling and almost to tears by this point, but relieved that the ten lashes were over.
He set the belt down on the floor, caressing her throbbing bottom as he began to undress himself. Now, fully nude, he moved in closer, slapping her bruised bottom with his right hand. It was nothing compared to the damn belt, but still caused her to protest. He spanked proficiently, covering her entire throbbing bottom, from the top of her cheeks to her thighs. When he felt that her bum was properly warmed, he reached inside of her to see how warm it was inside.
"I see that you are enjoying yourself," he teased, though he was genuinely grinning.
"Yes, sir," she answered.
He probed inside of her, touching all the right spots and causing her to moan. He rubbed up and down her clit, then stuck his fingers inside her pussy, moving them in and out. Noting that she was getting a fair share of excitement, he slapped her bottom a few more time, keeping his fingers shoved inside of her. "This is much better than the whipping, isn't it, Celestia?"
"Yes, sir," she moaned.
He stopped spanking her for a moment to concentrate only on fingering her. He moved his fingers in and out, pleasuring her to no extent. He kept his hand on her warm bottom until he knew that she was close, and then he stopped. It had felt so good to her that she was about to start whining when she remembered his no whining policy.
But it was too late. She had let enough of the whine escape that he'd heard. "Celestia, you know the rules. No whining."
She nodded. "I know, sir. I'm sorry," she answered.
He picked up the belt from the floor. "Five more lashes."
It took all she had not to beg. The five lashes, however, simply provided her with more pleasure, and by the time they were over, she thought she was going to explode with excitement.
Knowing this, Jay administered the thrashing and dropped the belt, untying her ankles, then climbed on top of her on the bed. "Are you ready?" he asked.
She was, once again, almost crying from the pain... or maybe it was the pleasure. "Yes, sir," she answered, anticipating what was to come.
She felt his warm body press against hers, his arms wrapping around her breasts, his head next to hers, mouth near her ears. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he pushed himself inside her pussy. He was enjoying this as much as she... that was obvious by the way he was throbbing...
"Such a naughty girl," he whispered, fondling her breasts and moving in and out of her. "Such a dirty, naughty girl."
"Yes, sir," she moaned, never wanting this moment to end.
He thrust himself inside her, fucking her hard. It didn't take much time for her to cum. It was a combination of the dominance and the warm breath and the pain in her bottom... And not shortly after orgasming, it was his turn. He fucked her harder and faster until the orgasm took his breath away and she felt herself being filled.
They both lay there, panting. He rolled over, untying her hands. Looking at her, Jay smiled, kissing her passionately. She couldn't help but smile back.