“Look how wet you are, all ready for me...”he slid a thick finger deep inside her, “In good time, my lovely.”
Helena stifled a moan, feeling her pussy contract around his finger, vainly attempting to keep him inside her, not caring for the moment that her wanton display could be seen by anyone nearby. She dared not open her eyes, for the moment she felt safe under his control, as though they were the only ones in the world.
“Are you ready for some more, my pretty slave?”
“Ohh...yes! Yes Sir...” she moaned dreamily, her heart pounding at the mere mention of the word slave. How long she had waited for a stern, powerful man to truly claim her; to make her the slave and willing servant she longed to be.
“Ask for another.”
“Sir? I beg your pardon?”
Helena had heard him, but wished she hadn’t. She could get past the idea of being half naked in front of these people, even being spanked in front of them was as mortifying as she thought it would be---but to beg for punishment in front of a room full of strangers? She couldn’t; she simply couldn’t do it.
“Ask for another one,” he repeated, punctuating his words with a few quick smacks to her rump. The shock of it made her squeeze tighter around his finger, reinforcing the craving deep in her pussy. He sensed it and retracted his finger, leaving her with an unbearable sense of emptiness.
Her face burned with embarrassment, surely he and everyone else could see the steady stream of liquid escaping her flowing pussy, she was helpless to stop it and knew it was only going to get worse. She took a deep breath and tried to speak, her words catching in her throat.
“Another please, Sir...” she whimpered, trying to block out the sound of voices and the faces of the small crowd that had gathered to watch them.
“Speak up slave!”
He didn’t strike her this time, but waited for her plea, curious to learn the limits of her devotion to him.
“Another one please, Sir!” she cried, bracing her body for the impact.
“Thats better,” he barked, laying another hasty slap across her backside, “don’t forget to count or we’ll start over.”
The vivid pain awakened her, brought with it a rush of pleasure and energy she had never felt. She opened her eyes, looking for the first time at the small group of people who had come to watch. To her amazement they weren’t looking at her in scorn but in awe, their eyes fixated on her movements and beauty. She began to feel foolish for her modesty, realizing she was part of a spectacle that had had looked so lovely to her.
“Thats four Sir,” she blurted out, her newfound voice clear and deliberate, “may I have another please?”
A smile spread across his lips, and she knew he was pleased with her. She felt limp and helpless, tied to the bench at one end and barely balanced on her feet at the other end. Her cherry red rump was raised high for the whole room to see, and the soft folds of her pussy peeking out between her creamy thighs.
“You may,” he affirmed, reinforcing his words with a wicked crack to her burning backside, adding another blotch of red to her already sore bottom.
Despite her determination, she began to squirm and gasp with the increasingly merciless strokes; finding it harder to maintain her composure and keep up the counting. Her pussy was on fire now, her whole body in an urgent state of need. She ached for the relief of an orgasm but knew she would have more to take before he would possibly consider it.
“Five Sir, thank you!” she cried, “may I have another?”
She was starting to get it now, her body finally in tune with her mind. She could feel her nipples, hard as rocks, spilling out of her silk corset and making themselves visible to anyone who was looking. It only served to make her wetter now, and she gazed wantonly into the crowd of onlooker, eagerly awaiting her Master’s next blow.
“Six....seven!” she stammered, trying to keep up as he staggered two cruel smacks, one to each side of her inflamed cheeks.
“Sir, may I...may I have another?”
Helena was breathless, throbbing with need as she tried to compose herself for the rest of his merciless discipline.
He caressed her tender backside, letting his hand delve down to her dripping pussy, she tried to move herself closer to his hand, but the restraints prevented any real movement and it was useless to try when she knew he was only teasing for the moment.
She tried to block out his insistent fingers, now focusing on the crowd she had previously been so afraid of. They were watching her with the same fascination she’d watched with only shortly ago, and her shame had ebbed away; replaced by a sense of beauty and strength reinforced by their admiring gazes.