Page 20 of Nice

Easing back from her, I test the cane again. I bend it back and forth before eyeing my target. In a swift stroke, I lay down my line of fire, delighted when her body bows up in agony. Now we're getting somewhere. Without giving her much of a breath, I lay the next one down right underneath. The twin lines of red stripes make me draw up. I am painfully hard. Gripping my erection at the base, I grit my teeth and look away. I take deep breaths, anything to calm me down. The cane in my hand feels like a toothpick in my grip. The splinters of wood from where I'm gripping it dig into my palms. Soon. Soon I'll be in her mouth for the final punishment. I just have to wait it out a little longer. I lay my next line down, my hand never leaving my cock. I stroke it a few times, coaxing another drop or two of precum from my shaft.

It's such an exquisite agony. I almost wish I ungagged her for this, but I'm too far gone to stop. Another line of fire followed by a muffled screech. Tears flow from her eyes, dampening the bench. I lay the stripes down, showing her no mercy. After ten, I stop and toss the cane aside, letting it clatter on the floor. Kneeling, I blow against the stripes. Massive heat radiates from her skin. Her ass is swollen and red, but her pussy is wet with her arousal. Growling, I slide my tongue against each cane stripe, groaning every time she whimpers.

I take my time with her, soothing her skin with my fingers and a special ointment formulated for my prisoners. By tomorrow, the redness will have faded, and all that will be left is the achy soreness and bruises. After tending to Caitlin, I ease her over, relishing her whimpers as her butt touches the bench. I pry the gag out of her mouth and toss it to the side before smoothing her hair back from her face.

"You took that very well, princess, and I know you're tired. Confess your misdeeds to me and I'll get you fed and into bed."

Her tiny sniffles tug at me, but this is the most important part of the process. Without this, all punishment is meaningless.

"I got drunk, stole some office equipment, and drew on my boss’s face."

I pause, not sure if I missed something or not. “And?”

Her cheeks turn crimson. “I solicited sex from a Christmas character?”

Chuckling, I rest my hand on her belly. “I’m not going to count that one if you don’t.” My eyes narrow into a stern glare. “But come now, fess up. You didn’t make it on the naughty list for some petty grievances.”

She furrows her brow, deep in thought. “I guess I cussed out my neighbors too much?”

With a sigh, I ease up and walk around to the front of the bench where her hands are still cuffed. “Caitlin, don’t make this harder on yourself than it has to be. Tell me what you’ve really done wrong. The more you lie, the worse it will become.”

Her eyes are wild as they fly about my face. A faint tinge of unease flows through me, but the lists are never wrong. Disappointment swamps me as I take in this nefarious little actress. How can she lie with not a trace of guilt? Even the most hardened criminals eventually crack under my pressure. But here’s Caitlin, acting as if she’s never done a thing wrong in her life.

Anger fills my belly as I continue to stare at her, continue to give her time and space to confess. Shame at my stupidity burns through me. To think I could mate with someone that could lie with such impunity.

Leaning down, I curl my fingers around her throat. “Do. Not. Toy with me.” I grip tighter, feeling her pulse fluttering in a wild staccato against my palm. “I gave you pleasure, yes, but do not mistake me for being soft. I can make things so much more painful for you.”

Tears stream down her cheeks as she stares up at me, her gaze imploring. Finally, I’m getting through to her. Soft sobs croak from her throat before she slumps against the bench in defeat. A small smile crosses my lips. They all break eventually.

Her lips move for a moment with no sound coming out. I loosen my grip and lean down, trying to discern her words from her sobs

“I’ve never told anyone this.” More sobs wrack her body until she’s a quivering mess beneath me.

“Let it out sweetie. Allow me to be your absolution.”

She sniffs a bit before talking. “When I was at Jenny’s sleepover,” sniff “I told everyone that she wet the bed.” Sniff, sniff. “Everyone believed me too. They started calling her Jenny Peabody. She didn’t have any more friends at school and eventually had to move to another one.” Caitlin’s voice is high and squeaky with hysteria.

She must have noted the confused look on my face because she stares up at me, eyes wet and wild, searching my face. “I was the one who wet the bed. It was me. I’m the Peabody!”

I pull back and watch her for a moment. “Like what, you got drunk a few months ago?” With my hand just resting against her throat now, she’s able to thrash her head back and forth.

“I was in the fourth grade. I’m so ashamed that I did that. And I couldn’t tell anyone because then I’d be the Peabody.”

Anger rips through my body. Enough of this. Enough of her skirting the truth. Easing away from her body, I make my way to the head of the bench. Staying silent, I unshackle her hands before clipping each cuff down by her side. With the press of a button, a small headrest pops out from the front. I slide my hands under her shoulders and hoist her forward until her head is resting on the new pillow.

With some maneuvering, I angle the head cradle downward until her head is in line with my shaft. The column of her throat is stretched taut, allowing me to see every single swallow from her delicate column. My shaft throbs at each jerk of movement.

“Open,” I growl, lining up my head with her lips. Before she can comply, I smear a drop of my essence across her rosy lips. She opens and looks up at me, her eyes wide with a tinge of fear. I toss my head back and thrust into her mouth, ignoring her squeals of discomfort. I travel to the back of her throat, delighting in the feel of her spasming around me. I almost shoot off at her gagging. Steeling my resolve, I pull out, let her breathe, and surge back in.

Tingles go up and down my spine settling into my balls. They tighten up as I saw in and out of her mouth. Glaring down at her, I watch her eyes flutter closed in bliss. Not going to happen. I snake my tail out and curve it up before smacking it hard on one nipple then the other. The strike reverberates through the tip and up my tail spreading warmth through my body. Her mouth opens in an "O" of surprise at the pain. Taking my opportunity, I slam my hips into her, bringing her nose flush with my balls. Caitlin squeaks and squirms, but I clutch her head close to me, not giving her an inch. Her bonds rattle as her body writhes beneath me. Letting her go, I give her a minute to catch her breath.

Her breasts heave with the air she's trying to gulp down into her. Reaching below, I fist her hair into my hands and thrust into her a few more times. I'm not going to last much longer. Already my balls are drawing up tight against my body. The tingles of my orgasm start at the base of my spine and surge up through my dick. I pull out just a little so that my essence will coat her tongue, delivering her actual punishment. I roar out my release as my cum shoots into her mouth. Thick and creamy, it fills her completely. I force her mouth closed so she can't spit any of it out, vile as it will be.

Caitlin's eyes fly to mine, her gaze unreadable. She swallows a few times before I force her mouth open to show me that all of it has gone down. Satisfied that punishment has been delivered, I amble my way over to the basin to clean off what's left. Her soft breathing follows me as I walk away.

"Is that what most guys taste like?"

I ignore her question until I'm fully clean. Turning back around, I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. "Don't tell me that was your first time."