“That is correct, but first things first.” He went to the chair and sat down, placing the brush close beside Him. He indicated with His hand that she was to come over to where He was sitting and place herself over His lap. After staring at Him for a few seconds, Claire reluctantly acquiesced and went over to Him . He helped her bend over His lap. She found the position a little strange and realized how little control she had. As her eyes began to examine the grey and blue color of the carpet, He began to stroke her bottom, running His large hand over each cheek. As she began to relax, He lifted His hand up and brought it down smartly first on the right cheek and then on the left. Claire inhaled sharply taking in the pain. As she was trying to decide how she felt about the warmth that was spreading over her derriere, He brought His hand down again, and again, and again. Smack, smack, smack. Six times hard. She wasn’t sure this had been a good idea until He began to massage her pink ass. The feel of His hand against her felt good, and Claire let out a small sigh. He continued delivering hard smacks on her ass, and rubbing the pain away. Claire actually began to enjoy the feel of it, when He announced that her warm up spanking was over, and now the real punishment would begin.

He asked her to grab the brush that was by her head, and hand it to Him . Claire would have preferred to be a passive player in her humiliation, but He had other thoughts. He ran the cool surface of the brush against her. Claire remembered how much it had hurt when she struck herself and was suddenly fearful. The brush lost contact with her skin as He raised it high above her. As He brought the brush down, Claire cried out in pain. Her self inflicted smack was nothing compared to the burning He was creating across her seat. Five more times, He brought the brush down firmly, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Claire was really struggling to get away, reaching back, trying to put her hand on her sore backside. He took her hand and twisted it behind her back, giving Him more control.

“Be still”, He said. “You agreed to this punishment, and I expect you to take it like a good girl. Do you understand?”. “Yes sir”, she replied. As He slapped her over and over with the brush, Claire tried to keep count of how many times He hit her, but was unable to. All she was able to concentrate on was the blazing fire that was erupting behind her. As much as she wanted to stay still for her Master and accept her punishment like His good girl, she couldn’t help but flail her legs in an effort to stop the pain. All she managed to do was spread herself wider over His lap, which gave Him a better target to aim at.

After what seemed like an eternity, He stopped. She was sure her butt was such a bright color red that one could use it as a traffic light. As she struggled to calm down and to stop the pounding in her chest, she felt His hand once again rubbing the pain away. The fact that a hand that had just caused so much pain was soothing her and causing some pleasure raised contradictory emotions in Claire. Before she had a chance to examine them further He put His hand between her legs, and she was stunned to discover that she was sopping wet. As His hand found her clit, she felt herself rubbing against Him , trying to increase the stimulation. “Ahh”, He said, “just as I thought, you are a little pain slut. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are more turned on and wet now then you were earlier.” Claire was shocked at her lewdness. She reflected that she didn’t care. She wanted nothing more in life then for Him to keep spanking and fingering her. She spread her legs wider to give Him more access to her hot slit. Not able to resist her wantonness, He rained down a few more very hard spanks on her ass, and then fingered her clit until she was panting with desire.

“Oh no, you aren’t cuming yet, I am not done with you. Time to get you across the bed.” He helped her to her shaking legs and led her over to the bed. Claire was put on her hands and knees, face into the bed, red glowing ass high in the air. He knew how much she loved this position, so open and exposed and submissive. He took her legs and put them back in the leg restraints, spreading her wide so you could see between her butt cheeks. Again He ran His hands over her crimson bottom, enjoying the color that was emerging. He had every intention of seeing it a bright scarlet with a few violet stripes by the time He was through. As He ran His finger over her anus, He told her that she had been unplugged too long. She felt Him put some lube on her hole and start pushing something into her. This felt bigger than what she was used to and with a growing sense of panic, she tried to close her passage in protest.

“Don’t be scared baby, just relax and let me get this in you. It will push your boundaries, but I promise you will love it.” Claire relaxed and allowed Him to slowly push the large butt plug into her. When it at last when in, she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. She felt so full and contented. Her pussy, which had slowed from a gush to a dribble down her legs, began to flow again. She could feel her wetness running out of her. Claire turned her head to watch him, glancing sideways between her restrained legs. She say Him pull His belt from His pants. It was a large, thick leather belt that she was sure was going to hurt.
“So how many do you think I should give such a bad slutty girl, who seems to be enjoying her punishment too much? Fifty? One Hundred?”

“How about three she replied.”

“Hmm, if we times that by ten, I think we have something. Thirty hard spanks of My belt against your raised ass should be a good lesson for you to behave.”

He brought down the first smack with a thundering force that had her hissing in pain. The belt had a sharp edge to the pain, which the wood from the brush didn’t. It was very localized, but the pain spread around her already sore bottom. As He struck her again and again with the belt, she found herself struggling to get away, only to discover she had nowhere to go. Instead she put her head in the pillow and prayed to any god that might take pity on her that her ordeal would soon be over. He stopped after ten, and felt between her legs. She was so wet, she was dripping onto the bed. Her clit was rock hard when He touched it, and she rocked back and forth in pleasure.

“I think the thirty might not be enough”, He chuckled, but at the sound of her small cry, “but as we agreed to thirty, that is all you will get… this time.”. The next fifteen slaps of the belt hurt just as much or more than the first, but Claire’s reaction had changed. With the knowledge that her body was enjoying the pain, she leaned into them, rather than away. The last five were delivered with such intensity, they left Claire panting. The pleasure, pain assault on her body, combined with the feeling of being filled by the butt plug was bringing out the pure animal instincts in her. She was nothing more than a vessel for pleasure; His pleasure; she wanted nothing more then to continue to be filled, beaten and pleasured. In her mind, she had truly become a pleasure slut, nothing in the world meant anything to her or was more important than what she was experiencing at that moment.