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Snarky slave. Bratty slave. Nothing I ever wanted to be but somehow let myself become. I owed this punishment both to my Master and to myself.

I kept my face down and eyes shut as Master traced something cold and hard down my spine and across my ass cheeks. I had a guess as to what it was in his hand, but wouldn't know for sure until I was struck with it.

"So pretty for such a bad girl," Master spoke lowly. "Such a shame that you earned this for yourself."

"I'm sorry Sir," I whispered back to him, lips pressed against the bed.

"Are you ready, little one?" Master asked, though it was more a statement of preparation. He would be hitting me whether I was ready or not.

I nodded my head and held my breath as I awaited the first blow from the object that Master held. Hearing it whip through the air, my entire body flinched just moments before the cold, hard, flat surface landed across my ass.

Wooden paddle, I thought to myself. Nice for a playful spanking, but not so nice for my sore ass the next morning following a punishment spanking. Again and again Master struck my ass with it, each of my shrieks and whimpers growing louder as the blows landed on my ass that was becoming more and more tender and raw. One, two, three... five, ten, fifteen, twenty. I began to lose count. The ropes burned and rubbed my wrists and ankles raw as I tried to pull and squirm my body away from the smacks to no avail. I wouldn't be going anywhere until this was over.

Though the pain of the paddle brought tears to my ass and a stinging, lingering pain on my ass and the backs of my upper thighs, I knew that most of the tears were for disappointing my Master and not being the very best that I could ever be for him. Between whimpers, I told Master how sorry I was for disappointing him, that I knew I had been a bad, bad girl and that I would turn myself around to be everything he wanted and needed me to be.

"Please Sir! Please... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being such a brat. I'm sorry for knowing my place. I'm so sorry Sir."

Just as the last of my apologies rang out amongst the smacks on the paddle, I heard Master quietly say, "Okay."

Not knowing what he meant, but not wanting to speak out of place, I kept quiet. Though I peeked out from beyond the locks of hair in my eyes as I heard him set the paddle down on the bedside table. Master sat down on the bed beside me, and traced the curves of my body with his hands. I could feel the heat of my raw and sore ass cheeks as he ran his hands over them, kneading and rubbing at the welts covering me. He leaned forward and kissed the welts. A sign for showing that the punishment was over.

"Thank you, Sir." Something I said after each time he was able to show me or remind me that I had been bad.

"You're welcome, little one." Peering back at him, I saw that he was admiring his handiwork, with his cock hardening. I was so sore, but I wanted, no, needed, him to take everything that he wanted from me.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Sir?" I asked.

"Yes. And you're not to make a sound. You're done being punished, but this is for me. This will be my pleasure, not yours."

"Yes Sir."

Master climbed up on to the bed between my legs, and place a hand on either side of my hips. He dragged my hips closer to him, so that my ass was in the air and my chest flat on the bed. His property for his display for his pleasure. I was dripping wet in anticipation, happy that I could make Master feel good with my body. I bit down on my tongue as he slid his cock into my aching cunt, as deep as it could go. He rocked back and forth into me, stretching me out to accommodate his length and thickness, before he began to thrust into me over and over again.

He pumped into my wet cunt hard and fast, and it was taking everything that I had to not cry out in both pleasure and pain.

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