"You're a filthy little whore that needs to be punished, aren't you?" He asked, gently spanking her ass, and she jumped a little, nodding as she stared up at him.
"Yes sir, so bad sir, I'm so sorry, I can't help it, I'm such a dirty whore," she groaned, shaking her ass from side to side. "I need you, sir, I need you to punish me so I can be a good little kitten for you."
"Good girl," Paul told her, then he spanked her again, harder this time, and she groaned, shaking her head.
"Thank you, sir!" She squealed, and he spanked her again.
"Oh god, thank you sir!" She moaned again, sticking her arms out in front of her and lowering her face to the table, hiding it from him, her ass sticking straight up in the air, wiggling.
Paul leaned in and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them, admiring the plug in her ass.
"Isn't this the biggest plug we bought?" He asked, shoving two fingers in her pussy, glistening and dripping wet.
"Yes sir," she giggled. "It feels so good!"
"It's almost as wide as my cock," he groaned, and she nodded.
"I want to be ready for your big dick," she moaned, whimpering a little as he spanked her again. "Oh, thank you sir!"
"You want me to fuck your ass tonight?" He asked, a little surprised, and she whimpered, nodding.
"Oh yes! Please! I love getting my ass fucked, please fuck my ass!" She begged, and Paul spanked her again. "Thank you! Thank you sir!"
"Good girl," he told her, and she hummed, shaking her ass.
"Are you still sore? Do you need me to go easy on your ass?" He asked, and she shook her ass at him.
"Oh Paul!" She moaned, catching herself. "sir, no, no sir, I'm ok, please don't go easy on me," then a long pause, "Thank you, though."
"Suit yourself," Paul smiled, grabbing the paddle out of the bag and rubbing it along her legs.
"Please, sir, I want to be a good little kitten for you!" She begged, and he hit her with it, hard, and she seethed for a second, leaning forward, before letting out a little cry.
"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" She moaned, and Paul hit her again, even harder.
"Oh god!" She whimpered, shaking her head from side to side. "Oh! Oh god!"
Paul took a moment before he hit her again, one cheek, then the other, over and over again, enjoying the sight of her quivering, shaking, her skin turning bright red, her pussy dripping down her thighs and her groans of agony and pleasure before she started crying.
"Had enough, kitten?" Paul asked, and she nodded quietly. He walked to the front of the table, picking up her face, strewn with tears, her makeup running.
"Y-y-yes sir," she whimpered, and he kissed her gently, then they parted and he stood up, and she lunged for his cock before catching herself, blushing as she looked away. "Please sir, may I?" She asked.
"Yes, kitten," he told her, and she leaned forward, grabbing his cock and licking it, rubbing it on her face as she groaned.
"Oh god! I love your cock so much, Paul!" She moaned. "Sir! I love your cock, sir!"
"Good," Paul told her, petting her hair as she stroked him and then opened her mouth wide, shoving his dick down her throat, gagging and choking on his dick as he reached forward, fingering her wet little pussy and pushing the plug in her ass around.
She gagged and drooled, slurping and sucking on his cock, her spit dribbling down her chin and onto the table, then Paul pulled his dick out.
"You're such a good little kitten," he told her, and she turned away, closing her eyes as she smiled.
"Thank you sir," she whispered, and Paul picked up the leash, fastening it to her collar, then spanked her ass lightly. "Come along, kitten."
She nodded, climbing off the table and crawling along on her hands and knees, following him as he lead her into the living room and towards one of the chairs.
"Up! Sit!" Paul told her, and she climbed up, sitting down before him, her knees together, her hands on her knees, waiting patiently.
"Take off your nightgown," he told her, and she smiled, lifting it up over her head and tossing it aside. Paul took off her leash and set it on the table, walking back to the bag and pulling out two long cords of rope, then returning.
He pushed her forward and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her and binding them together, then he wrapped the rope around the back of the chair and her chest, binding her tits tightly, until her upper body was completely bound to the chair.
"Good girl, now lift your legs up," Paul demanded, watching as she picked up one leg and bent it behind her neck, and then the other, her squished tits popping out even more between them as she wrapped her legs behind her body.
"Jesus christ, you're flexible," Paul groaned, and she giggled.
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