Authors: Linn Young
“I’m not your little girl, you bastard,” Riley panted. She made another effort to free
herself, although it was a weak one because her strength had been nearly spent from her
struggles, to escape. “I hate you!”
Heron clicked his tongue. “Mmmm, I’m sorry to hear that, kitten. What else can I call
you but a little girl when you insist on acting like a child, mmmm? I’m sorry, darling, that I have
to do this to your lovely little bottom, but you asked for it.” He raised his hand and spanked the
naked buttocks hard, the sound of the punishment cracking harshly in the sprawling master
bedroom.
It was the most painful thing Riley had ever experienced. She shrieked at the intense
agony, and wriggled her buttocks up at her punisher, her fists pummeling at the bed, because she
couldn’t reach him. Heron lifted his hand and struck her again, causing another shriek from his
stubbornly recalcitrant captive and a frantic wriggle of her bottom.
“Stop it! That hurts!” She tried to block his next blow by covering her naked cheeks with
her hand. “You beast, how dare you!”
Heron struck her again with his open hand. Riley set up a howl and continued to scream
at the top of her lungs when he spanked her again and again. The pain that she had never
experienced before only increased with each strike, his palm coming down hard on her flaming
cheeks, increasing the pain and making her skin feel as if it were being set on fire.
Heron paused in his spanking. He stroked back her hair from her face. “Are you going to
promise to start behaving, Little Pussy?”
Riley, incensed at his deceptively concerned question, turned her head and made a snap
for his hand with her teeth. Heron just in time withdrew his hand.
“Go to fucking hell,” she spat out, earning her another swat.
Heron’s hand began to stroke again the rounded cheeks that were glowing red, almost
with affection, while Riley lay faced down on his lap, panting, whimpering. Then his fingers
began to descend below her buttocks, between her thighs, a digit beginning to spread the heavy
folds of her labia. Riley stiffened, shocked, that after treating her with such abominable cruelty
that he would have the nerve to touch her so intimately.
“Don’t touch my pussy, you brute,” she ordered, although her voice was piteously hoarse
with desperation.
She groaned when her body gave a shudder as his fingers delved deeper into her creases,
her flesh slick with heated moisture. “St…St…Stop…Stop that,” she whimpered, the tightening
in her loins making her stutter. She gave a wriggled of her buttocks in a helpless gesture when
she felt his finger press against her clitoris, eliciting a soft chuckle from Heron.
Riley moaned loudly when she felt him insert inside her vagina one long finger. “Ooooh,
my pussy.”
Heron held his finger inside her while he smoothed his other hand over her inflamed
buttocks. In an automatic response that was so familiar by now to both of them, her buttocks
clenched against the invasive finger, her inner walls clenching tightly on it, then, whimpering
again because she could not find any assuagement from the rising sexual need, she wriggled her
bottom again, earning her an affectionate squeeze of her sore cheeks, which made her gasp at the
pain.
Heron posed his question in calm but dictatorial voice. “Now, Little Pussy, I will ask you
one more time, are you willing to behave for rest of the evening, and not give me anymore
trouble?” When Riley did not answer, he said with more threat, “Answer me, Riley, if you want
to stop this punishment.”
Riley turned her head and peered up at Heron out of the corner of her eye, her face
mutinous, her full lips sulky and rebellious. Heron bent his head to capture them, but before he
could, she tossed her head away. He growled his displeasure. But the stinging blows did not
restart as Riley had feared that they would.
Instead, Heron continued her punishment internally, his finger deep inside her flesh
began to massage her inner walls, setting off sensitive nerve endings, exploring and seeking for
that bundle of nerves that he knew he could manipulate and torture. Riley lifted her head, her
face suddenly suffused with heat as with the rest of her body, arching her back, her eyes closed,
her teeth clenched, her hips writhing as she felt the nebulous erotic sensation through the thick
walls of her uterus. With his other hand, he continued to rub soothingly over her burning cheeks.
“Riley, darling, I don’t want to continue hurting you, so you must start behaving. Do you
think you can do that, mmmm, Pussy?”
She writhed again on his lap when she felt his finger rubbing against her uterine wall,
causing that gnawing but elusive ache inside her, making her clench her glove tightly around his
finger. A long “Oooooh” was all she could manage between her panting.
“I want to hear you tell me that you will behave from now on, Little Pussy,” Heron
coaxed.
“Oh, god, my pussy,” she groaned as he dragged his finger against her flesh as he
withdrew it halfway out of her. She bit her lip and shook her head frantically.
It was hard to tell if she was denying him what he demanded of her or if she was trying to
deny the erotic torment that she was undergoing by his diabolical finger.
Heron chose to take it as another sign of disobedience. With his finger still buried inside
Riley, he smacked her rosy bottom with his other hand. She shrieked in shock and alarm. Then
she shuddered when he stroked her inner wall again, and continued to do so when he laid his
hand on her backside again, and did it again and again while pleasuring her moist flesh.
No longer did Riley just feel the sharp pain of her spanking, but the combination of both
the pain from the physical strikes as well as the pleasure from his manipulations. Never had
Riley felt so sensually ashamed of herself, that a man could make her feel so humiliated because
he subdued her with physical force and then had increased that humiliation by wrecking erotic
agony from her while punishing her. It wasn’t fair. She had never had any sexual encounters be
so unfair to her because she was a woman and that she had run up against a man who was so
much bigger, so much stronger, so much more ruthless than she, and so much more intensely
sexual than any man she had ever met.
Helpless in her pain and pleasure, whimpering and wailing, Riley could only wriggle her
buttocks frantically, desperate to ease the red hot tension in her loins, ground lasciviously her
pelvis against his lap, as she was being spanked and rubbed into rawness. Little was she aware
what all of her writhing was doing to Heron’s penis, that her small but generously curved body
rubbing up against it was making it rock hard. But, soon enough, she became aware of the large
bulge on his lap and the clenching of his thighs beneath her. Wanting to get her own back, she
began to rub even harder against him, but also trying to make herself come, anything to relieve
the aching tension inside her.
Finally, Heron couldn’t stand his own torment that was a byproduct of his punishment of
Riley. He hauled her onto the bed, placing her so that she was on all fours, her backside facing
him.
Trembling with foreboding, she turned her head to him, her eyes teary and pleading and
glazed with need and yet the defiance and sultriness still lingering. She saw that with one hand
he was undoing his belt and pulling down his pants zipper. Then she felt him re-insert his finger
inside her flesh, continuing to root in her depths, rubbing against the walls. Riley moaned, her
back arching to swayback, her head lifted, her eyes closed again.
Heron stroked with his free hand her buttocks, his touch cool and soothing against the
fiery heat of her punished curves. He bent his head and touched his lips to her cheek, kissing it,
almost lovingly, then trailing them over the generous hillocks, tasting her with his tongue as he
did.
It was strange, this almost loving touch from Heron, after he had so ruthlessly laid into
her, but, somehow, it made Riley feel even more feminine, more helpless, making her aware
even more the vast difference of herself as a smallish woman against Heron’s brute strength. She
was once again in her lover’s good graces, now that he was satisfied that she had been duly
disciplined.
Then, unexpectedly, her lover turned cruel again, sinking his teeth into her buttocks,
biting her as his finger continued to stroke her. The stinging bites were even more painful with
her blistered skin, and Heron knew what he was doing, the pain he was causing Riley. She cried
out and gave a frantic wriggle of her hind quarters. His finger found the bundle of nerves deep in
her walls that closely coincided with her clitoris, and he pressed it. Riley sobbed and shuddered
as the elusive pleasure inside her tightened and intensified. Heron bit her again and pressed his
finger again, taking another bite even as she gave another anguished cry.
How could a man do this to a woman, she thought feverishly, lay a hand on her so that he
could cause her such pain while creating intense need inside her. How can a woman ever allow a
man such power over her.
But, ooooh, it felt so good, Riley whispered silently in her mind, as his finger pressed on
the small bundle of nerve while trailing stinging bites on her globe, making her shudder for him.
Heron wrapped his hands around her thighs and parted them and hitched her buttocks up
higher to him, and knelt between them. His hands then gripped the backside of her thighs,
pressed his thumbs against the heavy female outer folds that were glistening with her dew and
pressed the lips apart until the reddish swollen vulva was exposed to his eyes. He positioned
himself behind Riley and lunged his hard penis a few inches inside her. Both groaned with
pleasure, the small female body tensing as it prepared itself to be filled and stretched to over
capacity by Heron’s great size. He lunged again, followed by two more groans, and Heron
moved again, pressing himself deeper and deeper inside his lover, inch by inch. He finally gave
one great lunge so that he was completely engulfed by her womanly depths, every inch of his
penis gloved so tightly by her channel.
Then, to savor the delicious torment of Riley’s warm, moist depths, Heron slowly pulled
out of her a few inches, then slipped back into her. The pull and drag electrified her uterine walls
that were already tortured by his finger. The aching tension in Riley’s loins become heavy with
heat and growing even more taught.
The small curvaceous body arched at the agony and then dissolved into shudders. Riley
turned pleading eyes up at him. “Oh, no, Heron. Please, it’s too much for my pussy. Please, don’t
do this to me. Please, don’t do this to my pussy.”
Heron, very pleased to know that he was causing such intensely erotic agony for her,
gave Riley a very feral smile, and plunged his entire length inside her again. Riley closed her
eyes to shut out the cruel sensual mask of his face, bit her lip as she endured another deep strong
push from him. He plunged into her over and over, slowly, methodically.
It was so unbearable for her, almost unendurable, that she sobbed out in a loud plead, her
body collapsing under the strain of the sensual pleasure. Riley’s head fell on the bed, the agony
robbing her what little strength she had left to even support herself on her arms. She laid before
her very demanding lover, her head turned on its side on the mattress, tears brimming her eyes
and wetting the bed cloth, her buttocks high up the air, her thighs held apart by Heron’s large
hands so that her legs were bent at the knees.
Rhythmic clenching pulsations of Riley’s flesh around his penis was also almost Heron’s
undoing, the pleasure in his loins almost more than what he could bear. His great body was bent
at the waist so that his torso was bowed over her backside, his black hair matted with sweat
flopping over his forehead, his lips skimming her naked back.
Heron tightened his hands on Riley’s thighs not realizing that they would leave bruises
later on, and drew back then plunged back in. He continued to do this, savagely possessing Riley,
while she writhed beneath him, moaning and whimpering, then sobbing when the pleasure was
building too sharply inside her, moaning over and over, “Oh, my pussy. Oh my pussy. My
pussy.”
Heron’s own hot aching pleasure was blinding, and harsh breaths were being torn from
deep within him. But he continued his plunges, even as he struggled with his ragged breathing
and he could barely hold himself up above Riley. When he felt himself on the verge of
shattering, he wrapped his arms tightly around Riley’s waist and pulled her up and held her
tightly to him, his hips still hammering ruthlessly against hers, burying his face into her matted
hair, growling and groaning against her neck.
Riley felt the hungry tension at its painful precipice inside her loins, and knew she was
about to come apart. She lifted her hands and fisted them in her hair on each side of her head.
Heron lunged his penis back inside her and she shattered, screaming in her orgasm, her body
shuddering violently in its imprisonment. When Heron felt her hot glove clamp him in a vice-like
grip, he also went over the edge, and his harsh cries mixed with her wails, his arms like bands of
steel holding her fast to him.
After that night, Riley did not hear from Heron for a few weeks. She did not know if she
was relieved that he was staying away or she devastated that he was. She felt as if the two
explosive nights of sex with him were almost more than she could handle, and she wasn’t sure
she could go through another night of bone-crushing pleasure. Such experiences were only meant
for once in a lifetime.
She began to get empty phone calls, where the phone would ring but when she picked it
up, no one would respond. At first, she thought nothing of the calls, that it was a new phone
number that was assigned to someone who was still getting used it, or a person trying to get hold
of someone who had Riley’s phone number previously after a long absence.
Then after a couple of days of a few empty calls, she wondered if it might not be Heron
who was calling, but once the phone was picked up that he chose not to talk to her. But that
didn’t sound like Heron. She couldn’t imagine him being unsure of anything that he began.