I silently unscrewed the lid and positioned myself behind her, and a pleasant scent of roses filled the air. I dipped my fingers into the surprisingly cool cream inside and slowly touched them to her warm, red ass.
She gasped and her whole body jumped forward in shock, but she began to laugh as I spread it around.
“This is what you get for being a good girl.” I said, laughing along with her a little.
She let out a little sigh of pleasure as I massaged her, and let out a few small giggles. I scooped a little more out and made sure both bright red cheeks had a light coating.
I’d bought the cream a few days ago at a drug store. When I’d gotten the idea to hurt her like this, I checked online about it and a few places said that bruises and welts can swell and hurt for a long time. I didn’t think that would be too much of a danger if I was only using my hand, but it seemed like a nice idea to get something like this, something to make her feel good after accepting her punishment. It felt pretty good against my stinging palm, so it must have felt incredible to her.
When I was finished I pulled her panties up and patted her gently. She turned around and met my eye, smiling. I gestured for her to come to me. I welcomed her into my arms and pulled her into a kiss, which she returned with her usual energy.
When I pulled away, she looked down and rested her hand on the jar I was still holding.
“Did you buy this…just for me?” she said, looking up hopefully.
I smiled.
“I knew you’d earn it.” I said.
She returned my smile and leaned into my body again, kissing me lightly on the neck.
“Thank you.” she said softly.
I was still amazed at the incredible shift in our actions. Just a moment ago I was basking in the pain I’d caused her, but now I couldn’t help smiling at the strangely sweet situation I was in. I’d hurt her so badly, and now she was in my arms, thanking me for relieving the pain that I’d caused.
I reached down and slid my hand into her panties, running the tip of my middle finger along her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, pushing her face harder into my neck. She was dripping wet, now, and I realised as I pushed my other fingers out that her inner thighs were slick with moisture. I hadn’t seen her like this since we were in her room. This was more than just lust, like last week. This was the effect real submission had on her.
I continued sliding my middle and ring finger against her pussy.
“You’re wet.” I said simply.
“Yeah…” she sighed.
“Did you like being spanked, Jessica?” I asked softly, “Did it turn you on?”
“I…I don’t…” she sighed.
I pushed in harder against her pussy lips with my fingers.
“Ah! Aahhhh…” she moaned.
“Jessica…did you like being hurt like that?” I asked again.
“I don’t knoow….” she moaned softly, almost whispering.
I didn’t want to force her to tell me. I wanted her to admit it on her own.
“Why else would you be so wet?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
“Jessica, now, be honest.” I said, almost condescendingly, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
“I…” she started.
I stayed silent.
“I…I think I liked it.” she said.
Her voice was so quiet, but so clear. She sounded almost guilty, like she was admitting a terrible secret, but at the same time so relieved that she could.
“It hurt so much…but…it made me feel good too…I don’t know why, but I liked it.” she whispered.
“That’s right,” I said gently, “You’re a dirty little slut, who likes to be spanked.”
“I’m…I’m…” she stuttered. “I’m your dirty little…slut. Who likes…who likes to be spanked.” she whimpered, another tear rolling down her cheek.
I sighed, and felt my dick twitch yet again at her admission. The first night we’d been together, I’d been worried that she’d just been saying things because I wanted to hear them, and that feeling of paranoia had stuck around for a while. But now it was clear that she meant what she said, the emotion in her voice, the guilt, the shame, the lust. It was unmistakable. She’d even added “your”, when I hadn’t told her to. Could there be anything more perfect than this?
“Good girl.” I said. “Doesn’t it feel good to be honest?”
I brought my thumb forward to the top of her pussy. She started whimpering softly as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of her soft flesh. I thought I could feel her clit against my thumb, a slight little nub of hardness surrounded my her soft lips. I pushed hard against it, and her whole body jerked forward, as it had before. I pushed in on it again, and started slowly circling it, as I pushed my two fingers inside her.
Her pussy was so tight and warm, and as I pushed in she suddenly let out a loud moan and pulled her body tight against me. Her boobs were pressed between us, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples against my skin. I kept up the pressure, curling and straightening my fingers inside her, while moving my thumb faster. Her moaning increased with my pace, and soon she was panting loudly in my ear. I pushed my fingers all the way into her and felt her clit press against my palm. Suddenly, her voice stopped and her body started to shake.
“Are you going to cum, Jessica?” I asked.
She didn’t respond, but started moaning again.
“You can’t cum without my permission.” I grunted, as I sped up my fingers. My hand and arm were starting to tire out.
“I’m…I’m gonna…oh fuck!” she gasped.
“Beg for it!” I said.
I started slowing the motion of my fingers.
“Don’t stop!” she gasped as I slowed, “Please! Please let me cum…please make me cum!”
“Good girl,” I grunted as I sped up again, “Do it. Cum for me.”
I felt her pussy begin to clench around my fingers, as her hips started to buck quickly forward. Her fingers dug hard into the back of my neck, and she let out a strained whimper.
As her orgasm started, I could feel more moisture covering my fingers and hand. I kept up my rapid pace, ignoring the burning in my muscles due to the awkward position my arm was in. I wanted to keep it going for as long as possible.
She suddenly bit down hard against my shoulder and let out another loud, strained moan that ended in a soft whimper. I gasped at the sudden pain, and without thinking I grabbed her hair with my other hand and pulled hard. She let out another loud moan and released me, throwing her head back. I didn’t stop moving my fingers, and it wasn’t long before her body slumped down against me.
“Oh…ffuck!” she cried.
Her body was still shaking, and I felt her pussy begin to grip and pulse around my fingers again. She was having another orgasm. She thrust forward with her hips and held me tight for a few seconds, then her whole body relaxed, only for her to thrust forward again. Her whole body went through these steady convulsions, her voice silent, for minutes.
I eventually slowed my fingers, and she collapsed against me. She was completely limp, leaning her whole weight against my body like she was exhausted. I moved back a little, sliding my fingers out of her, and wrapped my arms under hers to support her. She reacted quickly, leaning into me and holding me in a tight hug. Her breath was straining.