Being a Brave Girl, Part Four

While I was still pouting and squirming, Sir grabbed his riding crop and strode back over to me. He rolled me over onto my stomach and eased my ass into the air.

“Aww, did you want to cum?” He teased as he started to beat my ass with the crop.

“Yes,” I whined.

He moved the crop over my thighs and feet. With relish, he delivered a series of sharp blows onto my cunt, a few even hitting straight on my clit. I squealed, sucking in deep breath between each smack and bracing myself to take the pain.

After he had successfully reddened my ass and made my pussylips sore and tender, Sir rolled me back over and slipped his cock deep inside of me.

“Beg me when you need to cum, girl,” he ordered.

It wasn’t long before I was begging.