“Ok… um… This is—this is what happens when you disobey me: you get punished. Do you understand?”
Squealing in happiness but also trying to appear like she was suffering, Holly nodded her head frantically. That was probably the funniest aspect of this S&M dance: if anything, he was conditioning her to disobey him. This was just a game to the two of them. He would pretend to be angry and beat her, and she would pretend like she was suffering and not actually in total ecstasy.
He continued whipping her again and again, learning to take pleasure in the sound of the hard leather striking her soft skin. With each snap to her beautiful body, Holly would cry out in happiness. Every red welt on her skin felt like a tattoo of dedication to her Master, the stinging pain a delicious bonus. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing and her flat belly looked like it was covered in rope burns. Her body was glistening with sweat, she had a bit of drool on her chin, and tears were streaming down her face.
Isaac was also getting turned on, some small primal part of him finding joy in inflicting harm to this beautiful girl, but what really aroused him was how much it got her going. The fact that she was enjoying it so much was what really turned him on.
Lowering the strikes, Isaac began swatting her glistening pussy with his belt. Her jubilant screams reached new levels of intensity as the plump lips of her gate of paradise quivered from the pain. The whips to her tits and belly had caused pussy juice to run down her thighs, but upon striking the source, it was like the floodgates were ripped open and waterfall of horniness poured out onto the floor.
Every time the end of Isaac’s belt struck her sensitive lips, another splash of her arousal would crash against the floor and widen the puddle she had formed. Isaac couldn’t help but wonder how many orgasms had charged through her.
“Look at the mess you made on the floor, disgusting. You really are just a dog kennel bitch,” he laughed as he removed her panties from her mouth.
“I’m sorry, Master. I promise I’ll do better. Please forgive me,” she whimpered, licking her lips.
“Not yet, you clearly haven’t learned your punishment from the mess you made in my bed last night. You clearly have an attitude problem. I need to be even harsher in punishing you.”
Isaac then reached up and unfastened the end of the leash from the hook in the doorframe, letting Holly drop down onto all fours. With his foot on her back to push her down, he pulled up on the leash until she was left gasping. With his free hand, he raised his belt and lashed her across her cute little ass.
“Oh God! Yes!” Holly cried out as the first of many welts became embroidered on the two lily-white cheeks. Isaac swung again and again, striking Holly’s ass with increasing brutality. Her screams of happiness only climbed in volume and intensity, and she even began to touch herself.
After just over a minute, Isaac decided that he wanted some physical pleasure. Pulling her up with the leash, he did not hesitate to reveal his pulsing cock and cram it into her mouth. As if woken from a dream, she jerked and quickly began sucking him off with her eyes filled with love.
He briefly stopped the faux punishment and returned to his true personality, no longer pulling on her leash and instead stroking her hair and wiping away the tears she had shed earlier. He looked down at her pretty face with a smile on his own, so glad he had met the perverted little minx.
Sensing his approaching orgasm, he reacquainted himself with the dominant role, grabbed the sides of her head, and began violently slamming his cock against the back of her throat. Holly simply sat there and took it, relishing the abuse.
“Make sure you catch it all!” Isaac groaned, releasing a foaming geyser of semen into Holly’s mouth.
His hands lost their grip and she fell back, nearly choking on the vast flood of his seed. Unable to swallow it all, she could do nothing as the second jet plastered her face, the third left a foamy white rope across her chest, and the fourth merely landed on the floor and mixed with the puddle of her pussy juice.
“Look at that, not only are you wasteful, but you made a mess of it. Go on, clean it up.”
He didn’t even need to speak; Holly was already licking the floor clean, savoring the taste of his and her nectars joined together. When she was done, Isaac pulled up on her collar and looked at her. She was covered in sweat, semen, and her own lubrication, and her welts were reaching the peak of their color.
“What a filthy little bitch you are, disgusting. Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”
Leash in hand, he walked to bathroom with Holly crawling behind him on all fours, happy as could be. Standing her up, he pushed her into the shower and turned it on, setting it to be comfortably hot but first having her bear through the stagnant cold. Holly yelped as the frigid water rained down upon her naked body, suddenly feeling like she was being whipped again. Her welts ached against the cold, stinging like cuts laced with salt. But while the freezing water should have left her pale as a ghost, she was flushed from head to toe with a look of ecstasy on her face.
As the water reached its desired temperature, she sensed Isaac enter the shower behind her. He had her raise her face into the liquid lasers with her mouth open, letting the water wash out all of the semen. With her mouth clean, she looked back at Isaac and he locked their lips, sending his tongue to wrap around hers. She purred as she felt his arms coil around her and his erection bump against her bruised rear. As he grabbed a bar of soap, she giggled.
“What’s so funny? I told you to I had to clean you up. It’s the Master’s duty to make sure his slave is taken care of.”
“Thank you, Master.” she whispered, rolling her head back as she felt the smooth bar of soap, encased in his callused hand, sweep slowly across her splendid mantle.
Her large breasts could barely fit in Isaac’s hands. They slipped and rolled out of his grip, slick as oiled latex by the soap. Regardless, Isaac thoroughly washed them, while of course taking this chance to familiarize himself with every glorious centimeter. When her breasts were properly lathered, he gave himself a few moments to tweak her nipples. A pinch with his index fingers and thumbs and then a gentle tug, that was all it took to make her scream in pleasure.
“Master, my breasts are really sensitive right now,” she hummed, though neither one of them was sure if she said that as way to ask him to stop or keep going.
“Well why do you think I’m teasing you there?” he asked while kissing the back of her ear.
Her breasts taken care of, he began to gently scrub her arms and back, all while running his tongue and lips across her soft neck endlessly. He then moved to her belly, so smooth and flat, before advancing to her toned thighs. Holly hummed and purred with each movement Isaac made, whether he let the soft bar of soap tickle her or used his hands to wipe the suds away, letting his rough palms polish her delicate skin like sandpaper.