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My Pet Wanted a Spanking; I Gave Her One and More

by Ruby and Randy Bloodstone

Looking down at the trembling slave before me, I wanted to feel nothing. She was too powerful, too potent, far too innocent in her trust. The rush of her emotions beat at my demon, demanding more not less. I was already on sensory overload from that blasted disaster of a dinner party.

I was lying to myself and I knew it. I wanted to feel every bit of her. Her blood beckoned. My mark on her breast called to me. Her light brown skin was flush with her excitement, the pupils of her brown eyes were dilated. The wetness between her legs, the combination of lust and anxiety, everything about her wrapped me in her sexual spell. It didn’t matter that I was the vampire and she the slave, she had thoroughly bewitched me.

She licked her lips and I watched the movement. The flick of her tongue was making my body harder than I thought possible on this strange night.

Slowly, I walked to the large bed and disrobed with a thought by quickly dematerializing and then materializing again. My clothes were piled on the floor carelessly. She didn’t take her eyes off me and I grinned. I was showing off and we both knew it. It further excited her when I reminded her of my vampiric nature before, during and after we played.

“Come, my sweet, lay across my lap,” I told her and she gracefully crawled to me.

Her movements were slow, exaggerated, erotic. She swung her hips. The action made her breasts jiggle. How I loved those breasts! Watching my gift, my tasty dessert, make her way towards me, I stroked my cock for just a touch of relief.

She smelled like peaches and cream, the lotion on her smooth skin. She also smelled of woman. The scents mingled adding to my own excitement.

Who is the prey here? I wondered when she raised her head and stared at my erection. Perhaps I was to be the treat for her.

My cock twitched and she shook herself. The silent shudder almost took my voice away. I was supposed to be in charge here, not my willing slave.

“Up, pet, you’ve stalled long enough,” I put a bit of growl into my voice and she quickly climbed up on the bed and spread herself across my lap. I knew she could feel my erection poking into her stomach when she wiggled a bit to settle against my thighs.

“Why are you being punished, pet?” I asked.

Her mind was racing. Her guilt had long been forgotten; that she had requested the punishment was almost forgotten as well. Her thoughts were on my cock pressed against her skin, the emptiness of her sex and the throbbing of my mark on her breast. Her thoughts were on me, taking and ravishing her. Well, I couldn’t punish her for that.

“Master…I…” she began and I laughed.

“You felt guilty and wanted to be punished,” I supplied.

“Yes…guilty…” She murmured. Her head lay on the comforter and I made sure she turned to watch herself in the mirror. She gasped when I felt between her legs. The jolt of excitement further fed my demon. I admit fear is pleasant, but there’s nothing like the taste of an orgasm. Nothing.

This little slave often punished herself by denying herself release. I wanted something else tonight. I wanted to feed and feed. To overwhelm her by forcing her to orgasm until she begged for mercy. But first, her bottom was in need of attention.

When she relaxed, I removed my fingers from her wet pussy and licked them. I took my time, watching her watching me in the mirror. Her lovely mouth moved into an “o”. Perfect.

“Forty, I think will do it. Can you hold still for that long?” I asked, knowing that I’d have to be careful. With my strength, I could easily break the bones of such a delicate creature. Forty would be difficult for her.

“I…don’t know, Master. I will do my best.” Her soft voice held a note of fear mixed with anticipation.

“That’s all I ever ask from you, pretty kitten. Do your best. You count them and thank me.”

“One,” she said.

I opened my palm and swatted a round globe.

“Thank you, sir. Two.”

Another swat to the other globe. She squealed this time, but bravely gave me another count.

“Thank you, sir. Three.”

I swatted the first side a bit lower and she grabbed onto the comforter. Her hands held the fabric in a tight grip. I had been a bit hard. Yet there were no complaints, just another thank you and a count.

Every swat made me ache for relief. For my pet, it sent her someplace where she lost track of the numbers and her ability to count by the time we reached twenty. She said, “Thank you, sir. Three.”

Again I had to laugh. She was so amusing.

“You may just thank me, pretty kitten. I’ll count for you.”

She wiggled a bit, preparing herself for the next spank, pushing herself against my groin. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

When we reached forty, she was stinging from her bottom to her thighs. My hands are big and I had to spread out the swats. Her bottom was red, warm and perfect for my next plan.

I had her sit in my lap, facing me. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock. The heat of her sex both teased and tormented me. I needed friction, now. Sensing my desires, she put a hand on the nape of my neck and the other on my shoulder. I leaned forward, capturing a delicious breast and did what I wanted to do all evening.

I drank in her sweetness and her blood, while she rode me in a frenzy of movement. Using my hands, I kept up the pace, long after she’d lost the energy to continue. I gave her one climax after another, forcing her to shatter and grip me ever tighter as her insides spasmed and massaged me to my own release. On and on I forced her to ride me, up and down, repeatedly. Her body milked by cock, squeezing when she came yet again.

“Now, pet,” I commanded. “One more time.”

Everything in me focused on my throbbing cock, my need, my pleasure. I pumped into her harder, faster, deeper, so very close, just a little bit more then she tilted her body to just the right angle and I found ecstasy! She was barely awake when I exploded into her, my thick seed, seeming to spend itself forever.

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. She had done very, very well.

I kissed her and told her so with my thoughts. Nodding, she snuggled against me, her body completely relaxed. Finally sated, I pulled her under the covers with me and watched her drift into a sensuous slumber.

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