Fun with Cindy Ch. 05

Chapter 5 Cindy's Ass Beating

"Get out here, cunt."

I was already naked. I had just opened Cindy's door and I was ready to beat her ass. Sometimes I just want to hurt her. I removed her gag but didn't even bother with her bra.

"Suck me."

On her knees, my slave began to bob her head but that wasn't going to satisfy me.

"Not good enough you fucking retard. Come with me."

Dragging her by the hair, I pulled Cindy to the punishment room. I arranged her on a whipping bench that's built like a saw horse. Her torso lay along a padded center board and her knees and shins had padded rests parallel to the top and close to her body. Her ass hung out into space and she looked straight forward as her arms were secured to the front legs. She was strapped tightly in place.

I slowly drew her best friend out of her asshole and replaced it with an ass hook. It's a large metal hook with a ball on the end that went up my unwilling toy's tight rear passage. The other end went up her lower back and ended in a ring. I pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it to the ass hook so that her head was pulled up and the ball was forced deep into her tender insides. I put the video camera right in her beautiful face to capture her expressions of agony.

I stood behind her and rubbed her butt, sometimes fingering her pussy or pressing the hook further into her asshole. She silently accepted my attentions. By now she knows when I'm in the mood to give her pain and she doesn't do anything to give me a reason to increase her torture.

"That half-assed blowjob was unacceptable, whore. Pleasuring me is your one fucking purpose in life and you failed to do that. I'm going to give you fifty and you better count them out loud or we'll start over."

I took a wide leather strap from the wall and laid a blow across Cindy's vulnerable ass. The loud slap relieved some of the need that had built up inside of me. While I was starting to feel satisfied, my slave yelped and counted,

"One!"

I continued beating her bottom and for her part, Cindy continued yelling out and crying. Still, she managed to keep count,

"Aieeeee! Twenty-six!"

I laid into her, giving her six blows as hard and fast as I could. She screamed her heart out and there was no way she could keep counting. When I paused to catch my breath Cindy choked out,

"Unghhh. Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two."

I was impressed that she had managed to keep track during the assault but it wasn't a time for compliments.

"Too late slut, back to zero."

"No! Please, master! I can't, please don't!"

"What the fuck do you mean, 'no'? I wasn't asking you a question, whore!"

I yelled at my desperate slavegirl and emphasized the last word with another smack.

I gave her ten more while she screamed and begged. Walking around to her other end, I squatted down in front of Cindy and cupped her chin, making her look straight at me.

"Calm down and listen to me, slave. You haven't been counting so your dumb ass still has at least fifty strokes left to go. I'm going to help you. I'll make sure you have enough time to count between each one. Do a good job and your punishment will be over."

"Yes, master, thank you."

I returned to her red ass and admired my work. I resumed the strapping, this time counting out three seconds in my head between each impact. I didn't take it easy on her but I definitely wasn't hitting her as hard as I had been. She has to be able to see that her cooperation can affect her punishment or she has no incentive to keep up the interaction that I love, making her partially responsible for the pain I inflict.

She cried throughout this but wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs like she had been. She was clearly determined count every stroke. Then it happened. After counting 38 strokes perfectly, Cindy counted the next stroke as 40. My heart leapt with joy. I went to a drawer for a gag then came back and told Cindy coldly,

"You skipped thirty-nine, cunt. Since you can't count correctly you don't need to speak anymore."

I put a penis gag in her face hole before she had a chance to reply and strapped it tight around her skull. The head of the fake penis was in her throat, causing her to choke and making it difficult to breathe. I would have to remove it if she passed out.

Back at Cindy's ass I squatted down and inspected her battered rear. As always it was gorgeous but even more so with its stripes, welts and weals. I had the urge to taste her and while I ran my tongue through her wonderful little slit I could feel the heat radiating from her ass cheeks. After that delicious break I stood up and positioned myself next to her ass again.

I rained hell on her firm tush. I went straight across, hit her from below, squatted behind her and slung the strap over my shoulder. Every way I could think of to beat her ass I incorporated into the next fifty strokes.

My poor little Cindy was exhausted but she found a reserve of energy somewhere. She screeched around the gag and thrashed in her bonds so much that she managed to move the bench a few inches forward. At the end of the fifty my appetite for hurting her had been sated. I took the rubber cock from her mouth, rinsed it off in the bathroom and put it away. I went back to her with a few tissues and wiped the tears, drool and snot off her beautiful face. She was still breathing heavily as I kissed her flushed cheek.

"Are you going to do better next time you suck my dick, sweetheart?"

She looked down submissively and answered quietly,

"Yes, master."

"Good girl."

I unfastened her from the bench but she didn't move. My toy was broken for the moment. Knowing that she was in no condition to walk, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her back to the play room. Placing her on the mattress I unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. It would need to go in the wash as it was damp with sweat. I pushed my naked little slave onto her side and she curled up. I lay down behind her and spooned her perfect body against me. My left arm was under her pillow and my right hugged her side as I cupped a breast in my palm. Kissing her neck gently I whispered,

"I love you my cute little sex slave."

"I love you too, master",

she replied and then her frame shook slightly while she had herself a little cry. She would get a bigger butt plug for that later. I drifted off thinking how lucky I was.

Waking a few hours later I ran my hand over Cindy's nude form until I got to her pussy. I massaged the lips and played with her clit until she started humping forward against my hand and I could feel her getting wet.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Get on top of me. Reverse cowgirl."

"Yes, sir."

I rolled onto my back, my cock at attention. Cindy climbed on top of me, facing my feet and guided me into her vagina. I gasped as her slick warmth wrapped around me. Slowly she began to rise and fall, pumping down on my erection. I watched her bruised and welted booty moving in front of me, the end of the butt plug close against her back door. She had one hand on my leg for support and the other was frigging her clit. She managed two orgasms before I felt myself building up to the edge. Clamping my hands on her waist and pushing her down onto my penis, I sprayed my seed deep into her belly. In that moment I truly owned her.