She entered the dim room in her tight pinstripe skirt, taking a drag from her cigarette before tossing it away with a carefree smile.As she sauntered towards him, his eyes raked her up and down with undisguised desire.His smirk was wicked as he licked his lips at the sight of the eager slut in front of him.You're punished, he spat out coldly, pointing to the caning stick that lay on the table behind them.The stick seemed almost sinister with its potential to inflict pain, but she knew she deserved it.She could feel the wetness seeping from her hairy pussy, a clear indication of how slutty she had become in recent times.He took one more drag from his cigarette, sending puffs of smoke into the air before exhaling them with a flourish.You see, little one, he began, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he prepared to exact his revenge on her for her shameless behavior.The look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine this was not going to be an easy punishment.He pulled out the caning stick with a snarl and brought it down across her ass, splitting open the fabric of her skirt and leaving a deep mark in its place.She could hardly hold back her screams of pain but knew that only made things worse for her.Her eyes were watering as each swipe of the stick left a lasting impression on her buttocks, making them sting and burn with fury.This is going to be the punishment you so desperately deserve, he growled, spitting into her face as if trying to engrain himself into every crevice.I should make it last all night.Each blow landed on her buttocks and thighs, leaving marks and welts that would last days, a reminder of how she had misbehaved.With a final swing of the caning stick, he left an indelible mark across her back, drawing the line between punishment and reward.He reached down, lifting her skirt to reveal the wetness seeping from her slit as her arousal increased in response to the pain.She knew that now was not the time for pleasure, but she couldn't help feeling humbled by her shameful display of desire.With each stroke, she felt her pussy clenching and releasing, yearning for his touch, his penetration.She could feel the moisture pooling at her core, begging for more as he continued to spank her, punishing her further for her wanton lust.As he pulled out his erect dick, her mouth watered with anticipation, her need for discipline and punishment overtaken by her desire for him.Finally, the ordeal came to an end she could barely stand on shaking legs but found herself yearning for more as she picked herself up off the blood-soaked sheets.It seemed that despite being punished and humbled, there was always a place inside of her reserved for his touch.As he walked away from her, she knew there would be another day where this cycle of punishment and pleasure would begin again, just as it had done so many times before.
