R is for Rein in

Restless and red-bottomed, Giulia refused to follow the tempo set by Arlinus on the road to her release. Seeking her climax, she didn’t know how. She was almost there a few times, on the brim of the glorious moment, Arlinus could tell, but overwhelmed by new sensations, Giulia jerked away, instead of letting his persistent fingers keep at it.

Arlinus knew only two ways to rein in and break the slave’s resistance. Either to fuck them or whip them. Round three was tempting; to impale her on his cock, while wrecking her clit, alas he was far from ready for that. He considered inserting a stone phallus, but it was not the same as pinning her with his weight and feeling her explode and contract around his cock.

That left whipping, a simple one, to rid her of the last shred of resistance, to wipe her overstimulated brain of all thoughts, even the wish to reach climax, and let it flow and float under his rein to its inevitable conclusion.

Feeling sorry was not part of his emotional roster, but merciful he was. Arlinus chose the thinnest, lightest wooden stick for this final spanking. To avoid accidental interfering, he tied up her wrists again. He kept the woman lying on her back with legs up and brought together. As he put his left hand under her knees, he tapped her taut butt cheeks, and she let out a desperate wail.

He hushed her with a kiss on her lips, and without delay rained over her bottom with dozens upon dozens of light but stinging strokes. Giulia shifted at first to escape the barrage and begged for mercy. Arlinus could recognize the same words in her pleading. But his firm hand relentlessly went on until she fell silent and submitted to his spanking. One more dozen, and her tears were flowing freely.

Arlinus kept her legs up, opened enough to slide his other hand in and reach Giulia’s clit. The same moves that had her jerked away before, now carried her over to the promised finale. Whether he rubbed in circles or flicked the swollen bud, she kept on wailing with total abandon. Rushing to get over the edge, she lifted her hips off the table and crushed his hand with her legs. He didn’t stop rubbing when she shrieked and stiffened her entire body in a ratchet contraction, frozen in time and space. Finally and unequivocally, reined in.