She had no idea what she was in for when he showed her the spoon the first time. “That won’t hurt, will it?” He smiled as he pushed her head down giving her a simple, “We’ll see, won’t we?”
The first strike of the spoon didn’t hurt much at all. She almost smiled as she thought to herself that this would be easy. The second came rapidly after the first, the biting sensation slightly more distinct. She felt him spread her ass apart which was followed by a third smack and a fourth. By the time the tenth blow came, she was whimpering and gasping, the pain searing her mind. He continued undaunted, enjoying her noise and her involuntary reactions, trembling, shaking and deep heaving breaths. When he finally stopped, she could feel the lump forming in her throat, the tears on the verge of streaming down her cheeks. Her pussy was on fire, the burning sensation consuming her. She breathed in deep gasps of air trying to control herself, unable to shift her focus from the stinging pain registering in her brain.
Until she felt the soft touch of his fingers. Soothing her. Massaging her. Gently rubbing her sex. The pain turning into a warmth, a comfort, the arousal in her slowly building. She didn’t know what was happening as his fingers slid inside her, his thumb gently rubbing her clit, but the orgasm that was incomprehensible moments ago was building quickly and relentlessly. She began to rock her hips with his fingers, the wave of pleasure filling her. the moans and grunts she was making now, far more sexual and primal, her body quivering with delight at his touch, when all of a sudden his fingers stopped, leaving her wanton, desperate for more.
Without warning she felt the hard, now familiar sting of the spoon, her wetness now sprinkling her thighs, the ache between her legs shifting once again, her pained whimpers returning……
