Punishing His Ward (Domestic Discipline 3)

Cynthia's eyes bulged in shock. Her head threw back, banging against the pole, but that brief flash of pain was nothing compared to the deep, sharp ache of her nipple being squeezed in an unforgiving grip by the silver clamp. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. In the past she'd pinched her nipples rather hard, but this was more than a mere pinch - and unlike a pinch, the pressure didn't release when the Earl moved his hand away. It held on, crushing the poor, tender bud.

She tried to shake it off, her breasts jiggling, which only ended up increasing the pain as the little jewel bounced and tugged on the clip. Because of her position, she couldn't move much anyway, and she whined behind her gag as the Earl smiled wickedly, lifting her other breast. Cynthia was quite sure that he knew exactly what the clip was doing to her and he enjoyed seeing her attempts to alleviate the painful pressure.

The pinching of her other nipple was both easier and worse. Worse, because now she knew exactly what to expect, easier because somehow having the pain balanced out made it slightly easier to bear. Her nipples throbbed in their confinement, seeming to be on a straight line down to her little clitty which pulsed in sympathy. It wasn't like the pain being spanked, but her body had the same reaction - arousal.

Pulling away from her, the Earl spun her around, pressing her against the bedpost so that it nestled between her breasts. The initial painful pinch of her nipples was slowly dissipating, and although she could still feel the awful pressure, it was beginning to feel almost good. Her body obviously had difficulty discerning the difference between pleasure and pain. Because of her position on her toes, she was now off balance and she found herself pushing her rump out at him. Cynthia moaned and wriggled, but her large breasts on either side of the post - not to mention his hand on her neck - kept her from being able to turn back around.

SNAP - CRACK

Pain whistled through Cynthia and she screamed behind her gag. Whatever he'd hit her with had left a thick line of unhappy, throbbing flesh behind across the center of her buttocks. She would have danced away, but she had no room to maneuver, and her jiggling was causing her breasts to bounce, which meant her nipples were being tugged by the weight of the jewelry again...

SNAP - CRACK!

She screamed again, this time before the crack of pain even bit into her flesh. The snapping sound was the wind-up, but it let her know what was coming a moment later. Tears sprouted immediately traveling down her cheeks to soak into the cloth gag that she ground her teeth against the burning lashes.

"You're lucky it's only my belt and not a birch," the Earl said, chuckling at her reaction. Cynthia tried to growl at him, but it came out more like a whimper. His belt! "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll have a birch made for you tomorrow, just in case you decide to be particularly naughty again."

This time Cynthia really did whimper. She'd never been birched before, but if it was worse than this, she didn't really want to try it. The two stripes across her bottom were already more painful than any spanking he'd meted out, almost obliterating the throbbing sting in her nipples which had either faded or was just obscured by the belt welts.

SNAP - CRACK!

The belt caught the underside of her bottom, causing her to jump slightly, which tugged on her wrists. Her breasts bounced even more, reigniting the flames in her nipples and Cynthia twisted and sobbed. The Earl's hand on the back of her neck wasn't punitive, but it did keep her from being able to move around too much - later she would realize this was in part for her safety - if she had managed to turn around the belt would be snapping against much more tender areas! But right now all she could focus on was trying to get away from the painful lash, not realizing that he was doing her a favor by holding her in place.

SNAP - CRACK!

SNAP - CRACK!

SNAP - CRACK!

Her ears seemed to fill with the sound, the rounded cheeks of her backside feeling swollen and bruised from the punishing leather. Cynthia found herself doing a little bouncing dance that she couldn't stop, even though it made her nipples and their clips bounce and sting as well. The gag was becoming soaked through with her tears where it covered her cheeks and she sucked on the cloth as if it could provide some sort of comfort.

Eventually, she couldn't say after how many strokes, it ceased. Cynthia slumped against the bed post, letting it take her weight as she sobbed. It felt like her bottom had been set in a fireplace and left there to roast! The Earl's deep, crooning voice, murmuring that she’d been a very good girl, made her feel marginally better as he turned her around. He kissed her forehead and her eyes, ignoring the fact that her lashes were wet with tears.

Probably she should hate him, but Cynthia found his gentle hands on her hips and her sides comforting, his gentle kisses even more so. The expression on his face was softer than she’d ever seen before, warmer, and he told her that he was proud of her for taking her punishment so well. This was a side of him she hadn't seen before and it made her want to snuggle into his arms and just weep for the pain in her bottom.

Then the bastard unclipped the jewelry from her right nipple and Cynthia screamed again. It was much worse than when he'd put the jewel on. The release of pressure brought with it a rush of tingling sensation that was like little needles being pricked into the tender bud - a thousand of them, all at once. Lowering his head, the Earl took the tortured nubbin between his lips and sucked. The sensation was almost too much for Cynthia and she sobbed again, caught somewhere between intense pleasure and pain.

When she felt his fingers sliding over the curls of her mound, down to the lips of her pussy, she moaned. She hadn't realized it before, she wouldn't have thought it possible, but she was so wet that the top of her thighs were slicked. The strapping he'd given her might be the most painful thing she'd ever experienced, but one certain part of her body had been highly aroused by it. Cynthia moaned as he suckled her nipple, soothing the biting flares of pain with his tongue, and one long finger probed between her pussy lips.

Looking pleased, he pulled away and watched her face as he reached for the other nipple. Cynthia shrieked into her gag, begging him not to with her eyes, as one long finger slid inside of her body between her legs and his fingers closed around the jewelry.

This time they could both feel her pussy clench as he removed the clip and the stabbing needles returned. The Earl lowered his mouth to this breast as well, suckling and soothing the tortured bud. She was on fire all over; her bottom, her nipples, and now between her legs where his finger was exploring her quim in a decidedly pleasurable manner. It confused her even more than the spankings had; how could such brutality inspire such a response? She was riding his finger, wanting more, despite the fact that her bottom banged painfully against the bedpost every time she moved her hips in an attempt to get it.

When the Earl finally lifted his head from her other sore nipple, he stood and wrapped his free arm around her body, pressing her against him. Her breasts were squashed against his hard chest, her sensitive nipples abraded by his body hair, and her netherlips forced even further open on his hand. Cynthia moaned and her hips jerked, tears springing to her eyes as her bottom throbbed painfully against the hard wooden post behind her. Blinking, she looked up into the Earl's eyes and realized that he was watching her quite closely.

"You are perfect," he murmured, lightly brushing his lips over hers, even though he couldn't truly kiss her because of the gag.

******

The wet vise of Cynthia's cunt was squeezing his one finger so tightly that it was a wonder his blood was still flowing. His cock seemed to throb in time with the pulse that was pounding through that hand, as if his finger was only an extension of his manhood. If only he could replace one with the other.

But what he planned to do was going to be just as pleasurable, if not more, and it should make the hierarchy of power quite clear to his soon-to-be wife. If she hadn't gotten the message already. Grinning, Wesley reached up to loo

sen the gag and she spat it out of her mouth so that it fell around her neck. Her lips were swollen, her eyes red even in the moonlight, cheeks streaked with tears, and yet her spirit was unbroken.

As she opened her lips to say something, his mouth came crashing down on hers and he swallowed her words as he ravished her mouth with his own. He could feel her little whimpers, her squirming, as he pressed her back against the post. The clenching wetness around his finger pulsed and she rocked on his hand, all of her weight becoming supported by her hot quim as he forced his leg between hers and lifted her onto his thigh.

She was soaking wet, her juices coating his hand and now dripping down to his thigh. The little noises she was making could be of pleasure or pain, but it was more likely a mix of both.