A pungent order filled the room, the strong, fresh smell of citrus, either a lemon or a lime, she wasn’t sure which. She could feel Him bend down over the bed. Claire’s confusion continued, as the scent of a fresh lime began to fill the air. She felt his fingers spread her labia wide and press cool pieces of fruit inside her. The lime felt slick inside her, rubbing against her inner walls. She then felt the dripping of cool liquid citrus on her pussy and slit. The frosty feeling quickly turned to cruel burning as the juices infiltrated the hidden parts of her sex. As she struggled to get away from it, she cursed herself for telling him about a fantasy that involved oranges.

He mixed the citrus into her sex, creating a pungent, suggestive scent, a mixture of hot aroused woman, and freshly squeezed juice. Again, he left the bed and went over to where he had cut the lime, and opened some type of container. Claire wondered what else he had in store for her stinging burning tingling nether lips. After a few moments, Claire felt something heavy and thick dripping on her, one drop, two, three. The feeling of this new substance served as an elixir of sorts as it coated her. He put the jar to the side of the bed, and began rubbing his new addition into her savory mixture, making an exquisite concoction. When he felt the mix was blended to perfection, he scooped up a fair amount on a fingertip, lifted his hand slowly, moving his finger under her nose.

He rubbed it over her lips. It was sticky and sweet - the final, secret ingredient was honey. He spoke, his voice deep and powerful.

“Now we are both going to know what you taste like. I have made us a nice meal and I expect you to lick your plate completely clean, while I eat my snack. And while you slowly lick your lips, I want you to think about what you are tasting, and how much I love the way you taste. The nectar your body creates is scrumptious and when it is served to me, I always order seconds.”

Claire took her tongue and lightly licked her coated lips. The mixture was indeed alluring to the taste. As He bent down between her legs and started to lick it from her she understood what He was tasting fully. The smell and taste of her juices mixed with the honey and citrus was almost too much for Claire to take. As she licked the creation from her lips, her mind and body were focused on her pussy. His tongue licked up and down over her clit and pussy so slowly, using his teeth and lips to pull pieces of the lime out of her. Claire was in sensory overload. The smells were intoxicating. His touch was such beautiful agony. Claire’s loss of sight made these sensations so much more potent. Finally when Claire couldn’t stand the attack on her body any longer, she cried out to Him,

“Please Master, please, let me cum”.

He ignored her and renewed his molestation of her clit, thrusting his tongue hard and fast, up and down, grabbing it between His teeth and biting on it like a fresh piece of fruit one wants to have explode in their mouth. Claire tried with all her might to stop the fast approaching orgasm. However hard she tried, she was beyond the point where she had any control of her body. Her pleasure built quickly and savagely as it ripped through her.

As she thrashed on the bed, pulling against her restraints, he continued sucking and licking until her body quieted itself.

He gave Claire a few minutes to settle herself before He spoke,

“Tsk, tsk my little cum slut. What did I tell you earlier? You are such a bad little girl. I only gave you two instructions tonight, and you have managed to break both of them. As such, you must be punished. You spoke 6 words to me, and so you will receive 6 strokes of the cane, but don’t fret too much about that now, that will come later. As for cumming without having permission, well, I am afraid that is something we will have to deal with right away. In any well trained sub, that is clearly not acceptable. So how can we punish you for this?”
He said as He looked around the room. “Ahh, I have the perfect solution.” Claire was trying to get her head around His words and what she had done. In her effort not to disobey and cum before He had given permission, she had disobeyed His other command and spoken. Now she would receive the cane. However, this was nothing compared to the fear of what He might have found.
“Your belt”, He said, “that is perfect. I know you wanted me to use it on you - why would you have left it so visible if not? And use it I will.”

Claire wasn’t sure she if was excited or scared by this prospect. Did she regret leaving the belt out for Him to find, she wondered? She was a little embarrassed to realize that no, she didn’t regret it. Whatever happened, she was looking forward to it. He got up from the bed and returned a few seconds later, belt in hand. As He removed the nipple clamps, she realized what He was going to do. He was going to spank her with the belt on her nipples. She almost groaned in anticipation. Seeing her reaction, He responded, “Yes, that is right. I am going to use your belt to whip your breast and your nipples. But that isn’t all. Your pussy was the one who misbehaved and so I think she should also be punished. Don’t you agree Claire? Nod your head.”

Claire’s head dipped almost imperceptibly.

“Yes, that is right, I am glad to see you understand that you must be punished. So the question remains how bad were you my little whore, how many slaps do you deserve? I think 20 will do. Don’t look so relieved my sweet- I mean 20 on each.”

Claire struggled against her restraints- although she was looking forward to the belt on her breast, her belt on her naked, exposed, unprotected pussy was quite another story. To make it worse, He told her He wanted her to count the spanks out loud. He did relent a little and told her He would only do 5 at a time. He started with her left breast. He rubbed the leather along her breast, tantalizing her.

The first slap came down hard with a loud resounding crack on the underside of her breast. Claire sucked in a large breath and said, “one”. The second landed on her nipple, and Claire thought she would scream in pain. It took a few more seconds to gather her wits, “two”. Three through five were delivered in quick succession and painful. When He started on her right breast, she was a little more prepared. They hurt, but not overly so. Claire tensed in anticipation when He laid her belt along her pussy, rubbing the cool leather slowly up and down. She was deeply fearful, but the friction of the belt on her clit was also making her swell again. He lifted the belt off her and brought it down swiftly and harshly on her clit. Claire jerked in pain and surprise. It was agony. Never had she experienced anything like it. Immediately she felt warmth growing between her legs. Lost as she was in her inner confusion, Claire forgot she was supposed to count until she heard Him clear His throat.

“One” she managed quietly. Again He raised His hand high in the air and brought the belt down harshly on her, but this time just missing her clitoris. Claire again struggled against her restraints, her head tossing from side to side. Three and four came down hard and fast burning her with the heat of the friction. Claire struggled not to cry as she waited for the fifth stroke. She was in such agony that she wasn’t sure she would be able to take three more sets. She heard Him raise His hand again, but He didn’t bring it down. Her body was tense and she was holding her breath.

“Breathe”, He whispered softly.

As she did her body began to relax and she heard the belt swoosh down again to deliver spank number five. Her mind and body were in turmoil. She wasn’t sure what she felt or thought, her breasts and pussy were aflame in pain, and more than that. A warm heat that wasn’t quite pain.

He put down the belt and gently stroked her, each breast one at a time. Claire found this surprisingly stimulating. His hand moved down between her legs, and she was shocked to discover how wet she was. As He rubbed at the area He had so recently abused, Claire felt the pain mixing with desire; she felt one hundred percent the slut as she tried to raise her hips to get Him to touch her deeper. In addition, she realized, she was looking forward to the other strokes of the belt. When He stopped playing with her, and lifted the belt again, Claire realized she was ready for the rest of her punishment, if indeed she could consider it punishment anymore. Her body was open and receptive to each stroke of the belt. Her body still writhed in pain from the blows, but in her mind she focused on how the pain excited her, how she was becoming wetter than she had ever been before and how her clit was so engorged that it became all she could think about.