1. Playful Puppy


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Kiss34, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    clicks, as each tie was pulled just a bit tighter. Tight enough to tear my skin and leave bruises. The leash was passed through my thighs so that each tug rubbed it across my cunt and asshole. His foot pressed my shoulders to the ground as he pulled the leash. When the tension pleased him, he barked for me to turn my head to the side. The end of the leash was pressed in my open mouth and I was ordered to keep it there. Busy as I was trying to hold on to the leash around the pin on my tongue and concentrating on breathing through my nose, I missed the telltale sound of Master's belt coming off. The first blow was a complete surprise. If you have never received a serious spanking, I assure you it is not just a single sensation. At least it is not if you are at the receiving end of it. First is the sound of the belt slicing through the air and snapping sharp and crisp against its target. Then the tightening of muscles, and heat that builds to a burn. My hands jerked back to soothe the throb and the next two blows caught both palms. I screamed and dropped the leash, jerking my hands up and lacing them together under my forehead. I screamed again and again as the leather snapped methodically on my skin in a steady tattoo of heat and pain. I forgot that we were outside, forgot everything except the furious leather blows on my skin. The belt laid welts on the back of my thighs, cracking against my cunt. Deliberate strokes placed with the precision of railroad tracks. Desperate, I ...
    sc****d the clothespin off with my teeth. My cries were thick with tears, &#034please, please, stop master. I'm sorry. I'll be good, please, don't. I'll pee, anything you want. I am sorry.&#034 Reduced then to incoherent babbling, I arched my back more and dug my nails into my palms. When I had no screams left, air hissed through my clenched teeth. I think I prayed. When the assault ended, the belt was cinched tightly around my breasts. I discovered there was one scream left in me, as my tits were flattened and the tight rings of plastic cut into me. I exhaled sharply, and the belt was tightened just one more notch. Then Master's hands stroked my tender ass and traced the lines from the whip he had drawn across my back. &#034Do you want me to stop hurting you, little slave? Is it so hard to obey?&#034 A deep shudder ran the length of my body. Everything hurt and the bag was suffocatingly hot. His two thumbs slipped into my ass and stretched the gaping hole farther. The area around my clit ring was raw and sore, my back and ass and thighs throbbed and my breasts were so painful that I could only breathe in short, sharp gasps. Low and clear, I answered, &#034Please hurt me, Master. I want everything you'll give me.&#034 The clothespin went back on my tongue and I was given another chance to be a good puppy. It was anticlimactic when I finally released my bladder. My thighs and belly were wet as we went back towards the house. Master whistled and I followed the sound as fast as I ...
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