Brat

Getting up, I walk upstairs and open the dungeon door. There she is, perfect as ever, fully naked, blindfolded and her arms behind her back while she kneels.

Walking over to the whips, my hand reaches for my favourite one, my hand clutches at the air, where is my whip? Oh, she better not have.

“You little witch, where is it?” Walking to her, I help her stand, slipping the blindfold off. Her eyes are telling me everything I need to know. She has hidden it, her cheeky grin making me aware she has.

“Sorry, Master, I seem to have misplaced the memory of where I put the whip.” I knew it, the shower threat. So, this is her way of fighting back. Oh, she is still getting whipped.

“Still five whips, witch, and by the end, you better say where my whip is. Otherwise, I will find a new punishment.” Grabbing another whip, I walk over and set it down on the table. Guiding her over, I bend her body over the table. 

Stroking along her arms, I fasten her wrists down, so she can’t stand up.

“Five whips, I can do Master, without even flinching. You don’t whip hard anyway.” Fuck she is making my cock twitch. She knows exactly what she is doing. The issue is, she is perfect, pain is her thing, and no matter how hard I whip her, she is still smiling, she may scream, but she loves it. How is that a punishment? It isn’t. This is a funishment, which is why I am not demanding to know where it is, or she gets real punishment. I will let her play.

“Count with me, witch.” She doesn’t deserve kitty now. She is a witch for hiding my whip, and she did this to stop me from calling her, Kitty. Lifting the whip, I swing it down, the sound making my mind scream, her body jumps.

“One Master.” She takes it so well; her ass is already red from that one whip. Raising it again, I lift it higher, swinging it slightly harder, watching as it hits her ass, her body jumping from the sensation.

“Two Master.” She isn’t even out of breath. She is seriously driving me crazy. Lifting it higher, I swing it down harder, her body jumping, a slight scream escapes her lips, that is better. Then, slowly, her scream turns to a chuckle. Rubbing my face, I shake my head. What is she doing?

“Three Master.” Her words are soft. Lifting the whip, I swing it full force, her scream making me smile, her ass red and raw from the whip.

“Four Master.” I can see her smile in the mirror. She loves this too much. Lifting the whip, I swing it down full force, watching as the faint spots of blood come to the surface, the sight making me want to fuck her.

“Five Master.” Unfastening her arms, I stand her up, holding my hand out, waiting for my whip.

“Sorry, Master, I still can’t remember where I put it.” Oh, she is bad. Looking at her face, I show her I am not joking.

“Whip now, Witch or the punishment keeps going, and this time it won’t be whips or fun.” Her face changes, her smile growing. She isn’t going to hand it over any time soon; I know that right now.

“Sorry, Master, shall I be a good girl and obey your every order?” I will have my whip back immediately if I say yes, but where is the fun in that?

“I don’t want a good girl; I want someone who will challenge me.” Walking to the drawer, I turn back to face her.

“So, witch, you want to challenge me, let’s play. I am going to push you to the limit over and over again, make you scream, beg for release, but refuse until you agree to tell me where the whip is.” Opening the drawer, I look inside.

“You little fucking Witch.” I laugh. “The toy as well, really?” She has hidden the best toy. She was prepared for this punishment, clearly. Grabbing the wand out, I walk towards her. She stole my best wand. Placing the toy down, I grasp her hands, tying them above her head. I walk over to the spreader bars. It has to be the biggest one. Grabbing it as I walk back over to her, fastening her ankles onto it, I spread it as far as I can. Standing up, I look at her. I am glad she decided to do this tonight.

“Last chance kitten, where are Master’s toys?”

Shaking her head, she stays defiant. “I can’t remember, Master.” Her smile is taunting me. Grabbing the toy, I turn it on and place it on her clit. Her moans start getting louder. I watch as she is close to finishing. I remove the toy, walking around to the back of her. I grab the whip, swinging it down over her ass. Her body jumps, her head turning to see me.

“Have you started yet, Master?” My cock twitches at her words. Swinging the whip full force, she screams, a smile on her face. Wrapping my arm around her, I place the toy on her clit, watching as she squirms and comes close to finishing.

Removing the toy, I grab her hair, pulling her head back, my mouth biting into her neck. I don’t know about her, but I can’t keep doing this, Alena is still in my mind, and I need to fuck her, but not until she gives me my stuff.

Her screams are getting louder, pushing the toy against her clit. I feel her body tense, getting closer to the edge. Pulling it away just in time, her frustration is growing as I keep preventing her orgasm, swinging the whip full force, she jumps, her screams getting louder. Walking round to face her, she looks perfect. Sweating so much that her makeup is running.

“Well, Kitten, Master is waiting. Where are they?” I will do this all night if she doesn’t give me them back.

“In the cupboard, Master.” Finally, grasping her throat, I kiss her lips. Then, turning, I realise what she has just done.

“Which cupboard witch?” She nearly got me; I am not going to go searching through every cupboard in the house.

“Guess, Master” Grabbing her waist, I pull her to me, pushing the toy against her clit, her screams getting louder.

“You still haven't had enough, Kitten?” I can see she is close to saying the safe word. But she is too strong-minded to give up easily.

“Nowhere near, Master.” Her voice is quiet and broken, her shortness of breath evident. Pushing the toy against her clit, she starts screaming again, getting her right on edge. I remove the toy, my hand gripping her hair and pulling her head back.

She needs to give in soon, I am close to giving in myself, and I never do. Why has Alena got so deep in my mind? I feel like walking away from Rebecca right now.

Watching as she calms down again, I push the toy against her clit again, her screams getting louder, her body beginning to shake, it has been nearly an hour, and she is still going strong. She needs to give in and tell me where it is, then I can fuck her.

Pushing the toy against her clit again, I see the tears in her eyes, her mascara running. She is pushing herself today, really pushing herself and forcing her body to take the punishment. Removing the toy, I swing the whip down, her screams turning into whimpers, pushing the toy against her clit again. The tears build as she fights off quitting.

“Bathroom, Master, they are in the cupboard in the bathroom.” Finally, I need to check though, walking through the room, I go into the bathroom. Opening the cupboard, sure enough, there they are. She made this punishment so much more fun.

Walking back, I throw the toys on the bed, grab her around the waist, and pull her up. Her legs are wrapping around my body, a moan escaping her lips as my cock pushes into her sex, the feel of her wet pussy making me want more.

Pushing my hips hard, I watch her face as she screams from the pleasure, letting her finally have her orgasm.

Her body tensed as it flows through her body, my hips, not slowing or stopping, her screams continue, reaching up I untie her hands, putting her on the floor, I bend her over the table, grabbed the whip she hid and walk back to her.

Swinging the whip, I watch as it hits her ass, my cock getting harder, her laugh infuriating me. She does it when she thinks I am hitting too soft, swinging the whip harder, I watch as it hits her skin, the red mark appearing, her moans getting louder.

Dropping the whip on the floor, I walk over to her. Grasping her by the waist, I pull her back towards me, my cock pushing into her sex.

My hips move hard and fast, the picture of Alena still in my mind. Feeling close to the edge, my hand grips her throat, pulling her to me so she can’t escape, my hips quickening as I cum, my mind replaying all my fantasies in those few short seconds.

Releasing my grip on her, we walk over to the bed. Sitting down, Alena is still in my mind. Rebecca lies here smiling at me. I am glad she decided to be a brat tonight. I don’t think I could have coped otherwise.