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ORIGINAL: BossyShoeBitch
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ORIGINAL: KMsAngel
hmph. and me?
ah angel my love, you and your melodic voice have an open invitation (to let me show you how much fun the Hitachi is) anytime at all!!
purepleasure: Thank you!!
DragonLady: Deal!
CD: You are KILLING me (in the best way of course..)
Hmmmmmmmmmm...tis fun for a sadist...~grins~.
She kept her head down, trembling a bit and then, she felt the sudden burn as his belt struck across both ass cheeks, harder than it ever had before and she gasped and then cried out as she pulled away from the intensity of it.
I felt the electric surge go through Me as I heard her cry of surprise and pain and watched as that delectably round ass had jerked and pulled away. "Did you feel that one, little girl? Too hard?" I asked in a teasing manner.
"No...i mean yes, i felt it but ummm, i mean 'no', it wasn't too hard, Daddy...Sir...Daddy", she said, stumbling over her quickly stated words.
"Gooood girl", I stated, watching that ass and waiting for its movement to come to a full stop before I brought the belt down again, making sure to hit both ass cheeks. Her yelp and her movement spurred me on to bring it down a third time, a bit harder now. Then a fourth time, a bit harder yet, resulting in her loudest wail yet.
"OH! OH God, Daddy...godddddddddddamn, that hurts so bad, Daddy", she blurted out, beginning to cry. She was so dark and yet so warm inside...the pain, the utter humiliation of being bound and whipped like a child and then, knowing that it fed into the part of her that was "Daddy's little girl", the way her cunt was moving from heated to super-heated. She moaned...
I heard the moan and smiled broadly as I brought the belt down again for a fifth strike. She was crying fully now and wailed again with the strike. But her asscheeks only quivered with the impact of the belt...there was no attempt to pull away. I knew that now, with her question of just a moment ago, was the time to help things along a bit more.
"My, that ass is getting red. It must be hot...would you like some ice, sweet belt whore?"
"Ohhhhhhhh yes, Daddy...that would feel good...please?"
I moved quickly to the kitchen and reached into the freezer for two of the ice packs we kept there. I made sure she heard me as I re-entered the bedroom and I saw the smile on her tear-streaked face as I knelt beside her. "Thank-you, Daddy", she murmured. "Quite alright, my baby girl", I said as I gripped her hair and raised her up a bit. I put the ice packs on the floor, let go of her hair and stood. I again placed my boot between her shoulder blades and pushed down so that her nipples were now against the ice packs, chuckling as I heard her gasp and groan as her nipples made contact with the cold surface of the packs. I spoke quietly and firmly once more: "you will not raise up, darling slut. Daddy has been ever so nice, asking you if you wanted ice and then getting it. Of course, the fact that I did not put it where you expected it is neither here nor there...you have it."
"Yes, daddy...i won't lift up...i promise...i'm a good girl", she said as felt the fresh tears roll down her cheeks and felt her body strain to move away from the new feeling of cold. Oh God, her breasts were so cold and her ass was hot and stinging from his belt. But she was beginning to feel that delicious light inside herself that shone even in the darkness of her desires and needs, that light that brought her submission, her masochism, his dominance into focus...that spot where everything...pain and pleasure and lust and satisfaction and dominance and submission merged into one. She felt it and felt that slowwwwwwwwwww build-up to orgasm begin.
I moved behind her once more, delighting in the shaking of her upper body as she struggled to stay on the ice packs. I brought the belt up and held it there, then down again once more in the same manner as the fifth strike had been. She cried out but again, that sweet ass did not move. Again the belt came down and again, she cried out...softer this time... and again, she did not pull that ass away...instead, it swayed somewhat seductively after the strike. I felt my cock hardening further. I brought it down an eighth time and the ass swayed again. I brought it down a ninth time and this time, there was no loud cry but a soft one...and she pushed her ass back towards the belt. I chuckled. "Ohhhhh yes, you are a painslut".
"MMMMmmmmmmmm yes, Daddy," she whispered as she continued to move her ass towards the belt and from side to side. She was sooooooooo close but did not want it just yet. She wanted Daddy inside her and was trying to hold on to see if that was what he intended.
"Then one last good stroke for you, my little bitchgirl...and then, wellllllllll...we'll see", I said...smiling to myself as I saw her brace. I raised the belt and brought it down...just as softly as I could manage, laughing as I saw the twitch when the belt caressed over MY ass.
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RE: Not enough wank fodder! - 
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Have some towels, cuz CD's story gets me hot 'n bothered too. 
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