Returning to Her Master

His simple praise shook her, left her yearning to please him in all ways. Baring nothing but her ass while they both stayed clothed heightened her vulnerability, left her more conscious of that part of her anatomy and how he might view it. Where her breasts were nothing to brag about, a medium size, her buttocks had more flesh to them. Leaving her trembling over his lap in anticipation while he did nothing but stroke her sensitive flesh kept her teetering on the edge of arousal, holding her breath as she waited for that first smack. When she shifted in anxious unease, the rat bastard just chuckled.

“Do you want something?”

Turning her head, she glared up at him through the curtain of hair sliding over her face, but at his immediate frown she stifled the sarcastic retort begging to be uttered. “Sir, please,” she replied instead, giving him what he wanted so she could get what she wanted sooner.

“Master, Cassie. Call me master.”

His guttural tone sent a shiver rippling through her, had her answering in a breathless whisper, “Master, please.”

“Please what?” he asked, refusing to relent until he heard everything he wanted to hear, squeezing her malleable flesh again.

“Marc, master,” she faltered.

Her buttocks were so sensitive, her sheath empty and aching for release. When he shifted his hand to trace his fingers down her crack with a light rasping over her anus and then her slit before returning to fondle her cheeks, a groan of frustration slipped past her compressed lips. Unable to stop herself, she ground against his hard muscled thigh, seeking relief from the consuming ache he had built. She’d never considered her butt an erogenous zone, never imagined her buttocks could be so responsive. She’d never experienced arousal to this degree just from having her ass played with, but oh, God, it felt so good.

Marc watched with satisfaction as she fought against the arousal he induced from caressing her ass and the light touches on her anus and pussy. It was a battle he determined she would lose. He had always been an ass man, and she had a world class one he knew he’d never tire of fondling. As eager as he was to smack those delectable globes, he was just as eager to see if he could get her to orgasm by just playing with her.

He continued alternating soft strokes with hard kneading, followed by a light graze from her anus down her seeping slit, gliding over her protruding, swollen clit before taking a casual trail back up her crack and then resuming fondling her buttocks. When her hips ground against his thigh then lifted for more caresses in a rapid rhythm, he knew he had her.

Cassie’s whole backside and pussy were aflame with so much sensation, her entire body quivered with it. With total disbelief, she began shaking with the beginning tremors of an orgasm then cried out in shocked ecstasy as it burst in a kaleidoscope of color upon her. Not caring how lewd she must look gyrating her naked butt over his lap, lifting up and down between his thigh and his hand, she rode out the pleasure until she lay like a limp noodle over his thighs in sated bliss.

The first slap landed with a resounding crack in the center of both her cheeks, shocking her out of her pleasant afterglow euphoria.

“Say, ‘Thank you, master,’ after each one.”

Delivered in a harsh voice, his order was at odds with the way he softly rubbed the burning mark on her butt. “Thank you, master.” She never considered defying his order as she braced for the next smack, surprised at how easily those three words came out of her mouth.

His next swat landed on her right buttock with as much force as the first. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she embraced with the familiar pleasure/pain that never failed to arouse her. He wasn’t starting soft and working up to harder strokes as usual, yet she welcomed each swat with pleasure, greeted each with a lift of her hips and thanked him for each on a gasp of pain that seeped into renewed pleasure, the tiny tremors still gripping her vagina increasing with each slap.

Watching her come apart over his lap had increased his own lust tenfold. Marc landed two more strokes then fingered her sheath, found her soaking, her engorged clit hard and swollen, her thighs trembling with her need. Pulling away from her tempting pussy, he swatted her ass again, loving the way her voice caught as she thanked him.

“Good girl, darlin’. I love your ass, how it looks now, all red and quivering, hot under my hand.” He gave her another hard blow in the middle of her cheeks then moved to her thighs to apply a few lighter smacks before grazing her slit and inching his way up her crack to caress her small tight hole.

She released a low, tortured groan when he tantalized the sensitive nerve endings around her anus and then slipped his finger inside, leaving him in no doubt about her acceptance. With a few shallow thrusts, he prepared her for further stimulation. “I’m going to fuck this ass soon, but today, I have a special treat for you.”

Cassie missed his finger when he removed it and now she had to contend with having both orifices begging for attention. “Sir?” she questioned when she felt the slow push of a well lubed object into her anus.

“Don’t worry, you’ll like this,” he assured her. “Deep breath now.”

On her inhale, the dildo slipped all the way in, filling her deeper and stretching her wider than any of the plugs she had used. Marc caressed her sore, tingling buttocks, and she imagined what she looked like with her butt bare and impaled, her cheeks red and her denuded labia glistening with her seeping juices. That mental picture set her to shaking with renewed arousal and wondering when he would put out this new fire he had started.

“Master, I need to come.” She cringed at her desperation-laced tone but the need for more was far greater than her embarrassment.

“Oh, we’re a long way from that.”

His amused tone had her gritting her teeth, swearing in frustration. Her sharp cry echoed in the clearing when he landed a brutal swat right over the dildo.

“I heard that curse. Be patient and trust me to take care of you.”

“But I want you to take care of me now,” she whined, not caring if she sounded petulant.

“Cassie.”

His low warning came with a stinging pinch to her reddened buttock. “Ow!”

“Come here.” Helping her up, Marc settled her on his lap, pushed her shorts the rest of the way off then pulled her shirt over her head. The sunlight filtering through the trees splashed across her naked breasts, warming them for his lips. With one arm behind her back, he lifted her toward his mouth and latched onto a turgid peak, sucking deeply as he used his free hand to pull and roll her other nipple.

The dual stimulation had her gasping with the new pleasure/pain then groaning in frustration when he released her tormented buds all too soon. “What are you doing?” she asked as he leaned down and rummaged through his backpack.