Helena felt Aiden pull his hand away, and took a deep breath, preparing for the last few blows. She knew they would be the harshest yet, for the ferocity of his strokes had only increased so far, and she doubted he would change the pace now.
The next strike was so hard, she could feel her body crushed against the bench, a nasty red weal forming where his hand had bombarded her delicate skin. The tears she’d forced back were coming again, streaming uncontrollably from her eyes as she forced the pain down.
“Eight, Sir...” she blubbered, her body shaking from the pain “may I...may I have another?”
“You certainly may.” he replied, raising his hand above her crimson ass, threatening her flesh with another wicked assault.
She felt his hand come down and strike her, but it took a moment for the intense pain to reach her. When it did, it engulfed her whole body in a rush of searing heat, causing her to cry out in pain and bliss as her neglected pussy gushed juices, covering the backs of her thighs in a slick flood of liquid. She didn’t care anymore who could see, who would know how much she desired his punishing hand.
“Oww, owww,” she wailed; fighting back the tears that were trying to spill down her cheeks, she only had two more to go and wasn’t going to give up now.
“Nine, Sir!” she counted out, her entire body in a state of delicious torment; needing so much to feel his touch.
“You’re doing very well,” he admitted, walking slowly around her and studying her response, “are you ready for your last one?”
“Yes Sir please...” she gasped, trying to catch her breath, “may I have...another?”
She couldn’t believe she’d made it as far as she had, the pain was incredible but brought with it an intense pleasure she’d never known before. Every nerve of her body felt alive, anticipating his touch, and bracing for the final cruel strike.
She watched him draw his arm back, aiming for the sweet spot where the curve of her thighs met the soft roundness of her ass. It was one of the most pain sensitive places on her body, and he knew it.
The last blow struck her with such force it almost knocked her breath out, she gasped for air and fell limp against the bench, her body heaving and shivering from adrenaline.
“Ten...Sir.” she managed, feeling his hand on her sweat dampened skin, massaging her ravaged red skin.
His touch was gentle now, soothing in comparison to the agony he’d inflicted only moments ago. His hands rubbed insistently on her tender cheeks, and he rested his hand in the cleft of her thighs, feeling the flood of liquid that had seeped out of her during the wicked spanking.
“ahhhh, please...” she sighed, unsure of what she was pleading for. She needed the relief of an orgasm, but wished it could be somewhere a little more private. She couldn’t even see his face with him behind her, she was forced to look into the faces of strangers as Aiden teased her dripping slit; dipping just the tips of his fingers inside her and using the wetness to rub into her aching clit.
“You’ve been a very good girl, Helena,” he began, his thick finger tormenting her with slow agonizing strokes all over her protruding clit. She could feel it pulsing, throbbing in pleasure everytime he touched it, and knew it would be impossible for her to stave off an orgasm if he continued teasing her.
“Perhaps I could agree to a little relief for this sweet little pussy, considering how wet and slippery it is right now.”
He slipped another finger inside her, inducing a wave of bliss that surged through her entire body, causing her to shudder in delight, oblivious to the onlookers.
“Oh please Sir, yes...” she begged, pushing against him as much as the restraints would allow, luxuriating in the feeling of his fingers exploring her. She was powerless to move more than the slightest bit, and it didn’t allow for her to get the relief she so desperately needed.
He used his other hand to give her still tender ass a sharp swat, not as hard as the ones before but enough to make her jump a little. Her muscles contracted around his finger, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and awakening the vicious craving even more. The sudden pain contrasted deliciously with the pleasure inside her, and made her all the more aware of both.
“Oh god, please...” she moaned; dizzy with pleasure, “please Master...!”
“Look at all this,” he remarked, spreading her soft cheeks to show the constant drip of juices escaping her, “what are we going to do about all this?”
She didn’t answer; she couldn’t. Her jaw was clenched tight in anticipation, begging him wordlessly for the reward she so deeply needed.
His hand was persistent, gently rubbing her slick folds and brushing against her clit in a maddening way, making her wish for more pain to help push the feeling down.