With her bottom still throbbing and her heart still singing, she finished the dishes and wiped down the counters. She was now ready to see what he had for her next.
Standing just inside the doorway of the living room, she looked in. Randy was watching something on TV. He looked up, saw her and smiled.
"All done with the dishes?"
"Yes, Master."
"Very good, now I would like for you to go into the bedroom and bring back the crop and the nipple clamps," he grinned wickedly.
"Yes, Master. May I leave now, Master?"
"Yes, you may."
Nipple clamps? "Was this going to be more punishment or was this going to be for fun," she wondered. She hoped that it would be for fun, she could really use some sexual release after all the spankings that she had that day. She retrieved the ordered items and returned to the living room. She stood in front of Randy and kneeled, very submissively handing him the two items, with her head down.
"Very good, little one. You do learn fast. Now remove your shirt."
"Yes, Master," as she took off the only garment of clothes that she had on.
Laying the items on his lap, he reached out, pinched and rolled both of her nipples hard at the same time, hardening them up again.
A small moan escaped her mouth.
"Horny little vixen aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," she blushed admittedly.
"Are you wet?” Without waiting for the answer he checked himself. His finger slipped easily into her and her wetness was sopping.
"Yes, Master." She was breathing heavily now with his finger inside her, while his other hand continued to torment her nipples.
She began to sway her hips as if to a melody that only she could hear.
"Don't move," he ordered.
"Yes, Master," she said as she tried to ignore the pleasure that he was giving her.
He stopped playing with her for a moment as he picked up the nipples clamps and secured them on her nipples.
She moaned deeper.
The heavy chain that was attached between the clamps weighed her nipples down when he let go of the clamps. The heavy metal chain was cold against her skin.
"Get on down on all fours," he ordered.
"Yes, Master.” She obeyed, hoping that he would soon give her the release that she needed.
Grabbing the crop, he began to swat at her bottom while his other hand alternated between pulling on the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps and playing with her love button.
She wiggled her bottom and moaned deeply.
He hit her harder as his other hand concentrated between her legs now. Feeling how close she was to climaxing, he hit her even harder with the crop.
"Oh yes, Master," she cried. "Harder."
He dropped the crop, picked up the paddle and began spanking her very hard with it.
At first she gasped from the paddle, but then she embraced the pain from it bringing her even farther towards the edge.
"That's it, little one, cum for me," he softly whispered in her ear as he continued to spank her as hard as he could with the paddle on her bottom while fingering her.
"Oh, I'm going to cum, Master, harder."
"Cum for me now!"
With that, she exploded onto his fingers, jerking and moaning. Before she could settle down, she heard a zipper and then he plunged into her, taking her. She bucked with him as his body slapped her sore bottom, time and time again. They moved as one, as it was intended for them to be. She could feel herself getting ready to cum again and she let out a moan.
He was near the edge as well and hearing her moan, brought him that much closer. He began pumping her like there was no tomorrow.
He reached over her and removed the nipple clamps so that the pain wouldn't be as bad with her in this state. She gasped as the blood rushed back to her sore nipples.
They came together. Lying spent and exhausted in each other’s arms. He brushed back a string of hair and kissed her gently.
Stroking her long hair, he said, "I love you, baby" with such tenderness it pulled at her heart strings. There was no "Master", no "little one" at that moment. Just two people who loved each other more than life itself.
"I love you too, Master," she replied in the same sweet tone. She didn't know if she could get away with not saying "Master", but she sure wasn't going to find out. Her bottom was screaming in pain from all the spankings. It hurt to move. She hoped that she didn't have to go through another spanking today.
A few more minutes past before they were able to move. Randy finally did get up with a quick smack to her bottom and said, "Time to finish your chores. Come on, get up."
Reluctantly she got up.
He looked at her bottom with deep bruising all over and dreaded having to give her any more spankings today, but he knew that he must push her limits even more. He needed to continue with her training or she would never learn to obey. He must be ruthless in his actions if he wanted to keep her happy. This is what she needed and wanted, he reminded himself.
