Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Stay still,” Stuart commanded, his voice stern. When I continued to writhe, he placed his left hand firmly on my lower back, holding me in place as he kept whipping me with his right.
The feeling of being restrained, of being utterly at Stuart’s mercy, sent a confusing rush of arousal through me even as tears began to form in my eyes. Each crack of the belt across my tender flesh made me cry out, the pain sharp and intense.
I couldn’t tell how long the whipping went on. Time seemed to lose all meaning as my world narrowed to the rhythmic fall of the belt and the burning ache spreading across my bottom and thighs. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed openly, no longer able to contain my reactions.
Even as I cried and pleaded, I felt something familiar—somehow both unwelcome and deeply gratifying, even necessary—shifting deep inside me. A strange sense of peace began to settle over me, as if the pain were burning away all my doubts and hesitations. I found myself relaxing into the punishment, my head bowed as I accepted each stroke.
Suddenly, I remembered Stuart’s exact words, a few moments before, and I saw the deeper lesson he intended to teach. He wanted me to experience what it was like for the NMB girls, to understand on a visceral level the submission and forbidden desire they felt. As that understanding washed over me, I felt myself surrender completely to the experience.
The whipping finally stopped. I lay there, panting and trembling, my bottom feeling as if it were on fire. I was vaguely aware of Stuart moving around, the soft rustle of clothing suggesting he was undressing. Then I felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it behind me.
Gently, my master—I couldn’t help thinking of him that way, no matter how the remaining logical part of my brain tried to stop me—began to caress my punished flesh. His touch was soothing now, his fingers tracing the welts he had raised. I whimpered softly as he explored lower, brushing over my swollen pussy lips.
“Such a good girl,” Stuart murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Taking your punishment so beautifully. You’ve pleased me very much, Melissa.”
His praise sent a wave of warmth through me, different from the burning in my bottom but no less intense. I felt myself rapidly getting wetter under his ministrations, my body responding eagerly to his touch despite the very different fire his belt had brought only a few moments before.
Stuart’s fingers continued to work me, so shamefully and so pleasurably that I felt I might pass out at any moment. He murmured approvingly as I whimpered and moaned under his skillful touch, spreading my wetness forward to my clit and then backwards to my virgin anus. Each movement sent a new jolt of pleasure through my suddenly much too sensitive body. I sobbed softly, pressing back helplessly against his hand.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying. “Please, sir…”
“Please what, my naughty girl?” Stuart asked, his tone teasing. “What do you want?”
I blushed fiercely, burying my face in the sheets. How could I possibly say it out loud? But I knew Stuart would accept nothing less than full honesty and full submission.
“Please… fuck me,” I managed to gasp out. “I need you inside me.”
Stuart chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, little slut. But first, I want to hear you say exactly where you want my cock.”
I felt his hands spread me, gripping my whipped cheeks and pulling them wide. My whole body flushed hot with embarrassment and arousal as I felt his eyes on those intimate places. I squirmed against the pillows.
“In… in my pussy,” I whispered. “Please, sir. I need you in my pussy.”
“Mmm,” Stuart hummed thoughtfully. “That does sound tempting. But I think we both know there’s somewhere else you need to be fucked, don’t we?”
I froze, my heart racing. Somehow there had remained a part of me that supposed it wouldn’t, couldn’t happen. He had told me as explicitly as he could that I should prepare myself to have my anus deflowered. But even his lewd command in the restaurant bathroom, to edge myself while thinking about taking his cock in my ass, had somehow felt unreal—just something to say to turn on a girl who had discovered her kinky side. The image of my obedience, there at Le Jardin Intime flashed vividly in my mind again, making me clench with need.
“I… I don’t know if I can,” I stammered. “I’ve never…”
“Shh,” Stuart soothed, his hand moving to caress my lower back. “I know, little slut. But you want it. You want me to claim your virgin ass, to make you completely mine. And you need it. Now it’s time to say so. It’s time to be as good a girl as the NMB brides you can’t stop thinking about.”