Teaching His Virgin
I look at myself in the mirror, my face flushed from embarrassment and excitement.
“I asked you what you thought, not for you to criticize,” he says roughly.
From my bent-over position, he practically drags me over to the wall with those hooks and attachments I was looking at earlier.
“You’re going to be punished for your heartless, brutal words to me about this harness and how you feel you look in it.”
It’s a blur as Kace gets me to the wall. he hooks me up to it, and stands in front of me again. It’s only when he does that, that I realize all of those silver attachments fit perfectly into the hooks and fasteners and the wall.
I am now pinned to the wall with my legs held shamelessly open. My arms are gathered together and fastened above my head.
And now I’m held up like that trussed up pig I said this outfit reminded me of!
I feel nervous and exposed in this position. I feel his eyes all over me, specifically my crotch. I know my pussy’s exposed, practically spread open for his viewing pleasure.
I want to close my legs, desperately, but I can’t because of the way the suit and the wall now work together in tandem. At that moment, I regret criticizing the suit the way I did.
“Is this my punishment?”
This question squeaks out of me as I watch Kace come close to me. He bends down, and begins caressing my pussy lips and touching my clit, which practically quivers under his fingertips. I blush harder, feeling more embarrassed and enlivened.
“No,” he answers quietly, giving my pussy more attention.
He keeps his thumb on my clit, while he maneuvers a few fingers on the same hand around my lips, around the entrance to my pussy. I’m shivering and shaking again, but it doesn’t matter.
In the next breath, those fingers that were exploring my entrance, have now fully entered. His fingers are now inside my pussy, not just prowling around the outside. I squirm and pull, feeling weird that a stranger is touching me.
I moan and groan, wondering how I got here. Wondering how that one yes led to all of this. I can’t say that I’m sorry for my situation, but I can’t wrap my mind around it. Especially not with his thick, warm fingers inside me, stroking and caressing places I’ve never even touched myself.
Against my will, I sigh and moan, but I’m still trying to move away from him.
“Be still and take your punishment,” he orders.
The commanding tone is still there but on the edge of his whisper like a shadow. I do my best to go still and slack, even though he’s stimulating me deep and fast now. I can hear my pussy smacking against his fingers, and under that rude noise, I can barely breathe.
“I just wanted to make your designs better,” I plead. “It’s what I do. I look at things and figure out how to make them better, and that’s all I was trying to do. You asked for it.”
“Did I now?” He laughs darkly, pulling some kind of switch on the wall.
The moment he does, my suit twist around, pulling my body with it, and now my ass is facing him, not my pussy. He retrieves a paddle from somewhere on the wall and strikes my ass with it. One, two, three, he slaps me with the wood face of it. My ass stings and jiggles, but I love it. I feel my pussy drip more juices for him, even as more strikes come down.
“Did I ask for that kind of criticism? Did I ask for you to make it better?”
Smack.
“No.”
Smack.
“I asked you just tell me what you thought of how it looked.”
Smack, smack.
“On you, which I’m not pleased with how low you think of yourself, Britney.”
After he says this, I lose track of the smacks that come to my ass, but I enjoy each of them. I also realize what he means about what I said. How that criticism was not really constructive, and more just mean and critical.
He’s right to punish you like this. Most people just take everything you say as the word of the fashion God’s. No one has ever corrected you. No one’s ever told you to be nicer to yourself, either.
I think about how quickly that suit spun me around in a different direction when I didn’t even think it was designed to do that.
Plus, you didn’t think the added silver baubles would do something like that. You assumed they were useless, and here they got you all twisted up in a way you didn’t expect. He has every right to correct you and to show you where you still have to learn.
The spankings have stopped, and I hear him breathe.
“I really like the way the suit, this harness, can do that. Change the wearers’ direction based on how it’s hooked to other systems,” I say, struggling to find the right words under the sting of my ass and the wetness of my pussy.