Chapter 8

CHAPTER8

For the first time in her life she was getting a real spanking; over-the-knee, bare bottomed, the whole deal. It wasn’t what she’d expected, but in some ways it was better. Fantasies couldn’t really match up to the real sensations. The heat, the sting, the ‘ohmygod please fuck me now’ arousal was driving her insane.

It did hurt more than she expected, but somehow that also added to the experience. It was wonderful and she was so afraid he’d stop. She’d done her best to stay still and muffle her cries as the burning built and spread across her backside.

The heat seemed to sink down, traveling directly to her clit where the warmth began to build there. She tried to be subtle as she flexed and squeezed her inner muscles, bringing her body closer to the edge. If he kept going, she might actually come from the spanking alone, but it was never quite enough.

It was frustrating until she felt his fingers between her legs, tickling along the seam as he slowly pressed between her folds. It felt so good she couldn’t help the moan that escaped. Her body pushed back for more.

“You have no trouble showing reactions to pleasure; why hide the pain from me?”

Her brain practically short circuited. He’d asked questions before, but she’d mostly answered on autopilot. Now, he was making her think and it pulled her out of the spicy euphoria she’d been cultivating.

The questions seemed designed to embarrass her, which oddly enough was kind of a turn-on, but while the arousal built, she felt the edge slipping away. And she ended up feeling dumb when he reminded her that he wasn’t like the casual boyfriends she’d had in the past.

Trying to engage them in kink had been an exercise in frustration. Every single time she’d been able to get one of the guys to actually make the attempt, it had ended up just frustrating her more.

She wanted a spanking, not a few slaps before they got bored and suggested sex. Not a series of pats that she could barely even feel, but the real thing. She wanted the burning pain and the heat she’d fantasized about—and then she wanted to be fucked rough and hard.

And the few times it had even come close to hurting, the slightest movement or sound had ended it. Nothing killed her arousal faster than a guy apologizing repeatedly for being too rough, especially when it hadn’t been nearly enough.

So, when the spanking stopped, so did she. She’d been called a cock tease, and worse, but if she couldn’t have what she wanted, then she wasn’t going to give them what they were after either. If that meant she was going to make it to twenty-six without going all the way, then… she was okay with that.

But now, it seemed like she wasn’t going to have to worry about that after all. Whether he was really Krampus or not, it was clear that a few whimpers or yelps was not going to stop the spanking.

The questions though, she both loved and hated that he kept asking them. It was just hard to answer, and finally her stubborn side kicked in when he asked about the orgasms, or rather lack of them. She remained silent, even though she knew he would probably stop fingering her.

Instead a second finger slid inside, and he began pumping them in and out. It was no longer slow and teasing, but fast little thrusts that had her pressing back desperately for more. Something low in her body began to tighten and she could feel that peak coming closer and closer.

She panted and clutched his leg making all kinds of noise as she felt it rushing towards her.

And then he did stop. He took his hand away so abruptly that she choked on a gasp and twisted to look at him. “I was almost there!” The words spilled from her, full of frustration.

“That’s as close as you’re going to get to an orgasm today. When you disobey me, there are consequences. And this one is called edging.”

“But, but… I didn’t—”

“You refused to answer the question. That counts. Did you think I’d be distracted and forget?” He laughed. “No, every time I’ve tried to introduce you to this life gently, you’ve made it impossible, and I believe I’m beginning to realize it’s on purpose.”

“What? I—”

“You don’t want me to be gentle.”

“I…” She hadn’t really considered it that way, but she couldn’t really deny it. Not without getting called on another lie, because underneath there was a bit of fear there, that this was all a tease.

Other men had pretended to be dominant, but it had fallen apart when it came to following through. Their version of domination had always been a disappointment. Maybe part of her was worried that Master would come on strong, and then it would end up the same.

Aline couldn’t honestly tell what she was feeling. After the long and unbelievable day she’d had, her emotions were all over the place. Right now, everything she was feeling was tied to the physical sensations. She couldn’t separate them.

She let her head drop down, staring at the carpet.

It was as if he could sense her confusion and conflict. “It’s fine, zaychik. You will get everything you want.” He wiped her juices off on the hot skin of her ass. “I’m going to spank you now and it’s going to be as hard as you can handle. When you’ve had enough, and you want it to stop… you can answer my question.”

Her insides twisted with that dizzy rushing feeling. Maybe she’d gone too far. Her ass was already throbbing. “I’ll answer now,” she said.

It was too late; a second later the spanking began again, only this time he wasn’t using his hand. A searing line of pain crossed both of her cheeks and she yelped and bucked across his lap. “Wait! Stop!” she blurted, as she twisted to look over her shoulder again.

“No, I don’t think so.” He was holding a narrow leather strap, and he snapped it down again as she watched.

The pain was brilliant and startling. It took her breath away. If she hadn’t been entirely speechless she would have answered the question immediately, but she couldn’t form words. And when she did recover the power of speech, the swiftly descending lines of fire made it hard to think.

“Please, please, I’ll answer.”

“Go ahead and answer then.” He didn’t stop and the leather continued to snap through the air. He was methodic and careful, layering the pain across both cheeks.

“I—I didn’t-Ahh! Not there! No, no no, please.” The words tumbled out in a desperate high-pitched rush as the leather came down across the tops of her thighs. Whatever pain she’d felt before was nothing compared to what it felt like to have her thighs strapped.

She suddenly understood what he meant by punishment not being enjoyable. In her fantasies she’d pictured pain so harsh that she sobbed and pleaded, but the images had turned her on. Somehow, she’d still expected the pain to be arousing, and that had been true, until now.

He shifted his knee, lifting it and tipping her forward so her ass was raised. It made her thighs and the crease at the top a much better target. Before she could realize what that would mean, he brought the leather down across the place where ass met thighs with a devastating strike.

She shrieked and then burst into tears when he focused on that one spot for a half dozen more. All that stoic behavior from earlier was gone, partly because she couldn’t control herself, and partly because now she actually did want him to stop.

“I answered. Y-you s-said you’d stop if I answered,” she stammered in a watery voice.

“Actually, I said you could answer when you wanted me to stop. I didn’t say I would stop. You don’t get to decide when the consequences are over.” He paused. “Besides, that was half an answer at best. More detail.”

There was no stubbornness left in her. The leather was inching down her thighs. Each line pulsed like a separate punishment, and she had no idea when it would end. “I didn’t come. I never came from them,” she blurted.

That got his attention and the strap stopped falling and came to rest across her legs. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“I have… just not-not with anyone.” Her face was flaring bright red. Not only was it embarrassing to admit, but it also felt like a failure on her part. Like there was something broken in her that she couldn’t come with a guy unless there was pain.

“Never?”

She wiggled across his knees. Talking about it was so awkward but being positioned like this made it worse. “No.”

He was silent for nearly a minute, leaving her to worry about what he was thinking. Finally, he sighed. “And you had to be stubborn,” he said, sounding regretful. “I would have enjoyed making you come over and over tonight, until you were nothing but a melted puddle. Pity.”

Oh god. Not even the throbbing welts that covered her ass and thighs could keep the arousal at bay when he said that. “You still can. I want you to,” she assured him. There weren’t words to describe how much she wanted that.

“Ah, but I told you that there would be no orgasms for you tonight, and I can’t change my mind on that. Discipline is too important. But it will be an incentive for you to behave yourself. Tomorrow might be a different story—if you deserve it.”

That made her want to cry more than the strap had. Her pussy clenched, almost demanding he touch her again. She spread her legs and wiggled her ass, hoping to entice his fingers back. Whether he said no or not, she knew she could come if he gave her just a little more attention.

He probably knew it too, so he ignored her attempts. “Next question, zaychik. Did you let them put their cocks in your pretty little mouth? Did you suck them off, even though they gave you nothing in return?” His voice changed as he asked. It deepened and by the end there was a husky growl to the words.

That was another question she didn’t want to answer. It was so humiliating. Yet as soon as he asked, she pictured herself on her knees in front of him, worshipping his cock. She’d only done it grudgingly before, but with him it was different.

“Answer me, Aline. Unless you want me to pick up the strap again.”

It sent a shiver rolling down her back and she wondered if there was a wrong answer. Would he be jealous or angry if she said yes? She was tempted to lie… but how many times had he already warned her about lying?

“I—I did a few times.”

“Good. Show me.”

“S-show you?”

“Yes, get off my lap and on your knees and show me what a good little cock worshiper you can be.” He waited for her to move and when she didn’t, he raised his voice and added, “Now.”

Awkwardly she shimmied back off his lap and stood up, arms crossing over her chest as she remembered she was naked. She could feel the heat beaming off her face and when she reached her hands back to touch her ass gingerly, it felt like both sets of cheeks were well matched.

Between the pain and embarrassment, she felt like she was about to spontaneously combust. She didn’t hate it. Not any of it.

The whole experience had been degrading. The spanking, the questions, the things he’d called her… so why was it so fucking hot. She wanted to show him how good she could be. She wanted to be his good little cock worshiper. There was just one problem…her oral skills weren’t fantastic.

Her experience was very minimal, and she’d never really wanted to please the few guys who got that far. It had been an obligation because she felt guilty about not letting them take her virginity. Underneath she’d been frustrated and unsatisfied, so what was the motivation to give them a better experience.

“I’m not very good at it,” she admitted.

“Oh, don’t worry. You will be. You’re about to get a crash course in pleasing me.” He leaned back in his seat, letting his legs sprawl out in front of him. The fact that he was fully dressed, made her more aware of her nakedness as she moved over to kneel between his spread knees.

When he’d gone back to his human look, his clothes had returned as well, and she was eager to see what his human cock looked like. The bulge pressing hard against the front of his pants drew her hand like a magnet and she squeezed and rubbed the hardness under the fabric.

When he showed no sign of doing it himself, she unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them. His erection sprang free, and she was relieved to see more human proportions. He was still long enough to give her a flutter of nervousness, but not nearly as thick as he’d been in his Krampus shape.

She examined him, both with eyes and hands. Stroking over the hot flesh, feeling the silky softness of the cock head as she brushed her thumb across the slit. A drop of liquid oozed out and he groaned as she leaned in and licked it away.

She tasted spiced cider, and she did a double take. “Whoa. You taste like…”

He chuckled. “Magic, darling. I can taste like anything. If you’re a good girl and please me, I’ll let you choose next time.” He paused and then grinned. “Of course, if you’re a bad girl you might learn what castor oil tastes like.”

She wasn’t even sure what castor oil was, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t like it.

Every minute she spent with him made it harder to hold onto her doubts. Other than some kind of drugged hallucination, there wasn’t really any way to explain most of what she’d experienced so far. And she felt too clearheaded to be drugged.

Unless desire was a drug.

She began to lick the head of his shaft, teasing out more delicious drops of precum. The flavor was so perfect. Tart and tangy apple mixed with cinnamon and a hint of citrus, and it inspired an enthusiasm for giving head that she could honestly say she’d never been able to muster before.

But she was hesitant to take him deep into her mouth, because she didn’t like the gagging feeling that always came with it. Instead she continued to swirl her tongue around the head, teasing up underneath, and occasionally slipping the tip into her mouth to suck.

Her hand pumped up and down on the shaft and she hoped between them it would be enough to please him. It always had been with other men. As long as she got them off, they weren’t too picky about how she did it.

Master wasn’t like other men, and when she didn’t move on to the next part, he growled low in his throat. “Enough foreplay, girl.”

Aline hesitated and then slowly took him a little deeper into her mouth, making shallow bobbing motions with her head, while one hand played with his balls. She tried to be enthusiastic about it, working up lots of spit and keeping her cheeks hollowed.

He settled back in his seat, groaning, hips occasionally lifting, as she worked on him. It seemed to be enough, but after a couple minutes of that, her jaw started to ache and so did her neck, so she began easing back.

She’d just go back to using her hand for a few minutes. He was so hard, it couldn’t possibly be much longer, and once he’d come, he probably wouldn’t care if he was in her mouth or hand. Though, for the first time she wouldn’t actually mind if a guy came in her mouth. He tasted unbelievably good.

But as soon as she was back to teasing the underside of his tip, he let out a sound of annoyance. She looked up through her lashes, surprised, but before she could ask what was wrong, he’d fisted a heavy hand in her hair and yanked her forward.

“I said enough with the foreplay, little girl, but apparently you don’t listen. I guess we’re going to do this the hard way. Open your mouth.”

She winced at the pull on her hair, and tentatively obeyed. As soon as her mouth opened, his cock was pushing between her lips with an aggression that took her by surprise. Her garbled protest was ignored.

Master smirked as he looked down at her. “Be a good girl and take my cock nice and deep. I want to be buried in your throat when I come.”

He didn’t give her any other options. With his hand in her hair, he began forcing her head up and down on his cock. He drove deep into her mouth, and she gagged. Her throat constricted around his tip, stroking him involuntarily in a way that drew a long moan from him.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” His hips bucked and he thrust deeper until she was struggling to breathe.

For several endless seconds she gasped desperately around the length of him, and then he pulled her head back and suddenly she had air again. He gave her just enough time for a few good breaths, before he forced her head back down and filled her throat again.

Her face was practically buried in the tight dark curls that surrounded the base of his erection, he was so deep in her throat. She’d heard of women doing this, but she’d never been able to imagine it for herself. Now, there she was with his entire cock in her mouth, save an inch or two. He was just too long to fit entirely.

He held her there and waited, until she began swallowing desperately. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she struggled for air, and finally he dragged her back up the shaft until she could breathe.

It seemed like an endless cycle, but eventually she got used to it. It was never easy, but she learned to go with the flow instead of struggling. Once she had the rhythm down, she could time her breaths, so it wasn’t quite as scary to be choking.

Through it all he praised her continuously, calling her various pet names and telling her what a good girl she was. She’d never liked the good girl thing with other men. It always felt patronizing, but with him it was different.

Pleasing him was her entire focus at the moment, and that praise was like a lifeline to hold onto. And then, with a loud cry, he spilled a hot gush of cider flavored cum into her mouth. She choked, and it went up her nose and leaked from the sides of her mouth, as she swallowed frantically, trying to clear her airway. He held her still as his hips bucked and thrust deep into her throat.

Tears ran in rivers from her eyes as the airless seconds ticked by, until he finally released her. Aline fell back on the pillow, gasping and sniffling—with the sweet apple taste filling her senses. She sprawled there, naked and sticky, with his cum all over her face, and she realized she felt… used.

And she liked it.