Breaking Brat Part 2

[Fr****]

The second set of strokes is vicious and the pace decreased considerably. And you see every single stroke coming. His face reveals only his sadistic pleasure, no sign of mercy or loss of interest is visible. You realize that he will follow up on what he said and not stop until you break.

Your voice has lost a good part of its confident volume and you notice your back is not arched quite as proudly anymore as you await the 20th stroke. There is a pause, longer and longer and you realize that it will truly be a ***ful test of your willpower. You look at his face and see him staring at you intensely.

“This is the moment where you regret your choices. Do you have anything to say, slut?”

Yes you are scared, but you are not ready to give up yet. Arching your back once more you firmly say: “I can't imagine what that would be sir!” Your tone reveals how much of your focus is taken up by trying to resist the urge to give in. He smiles coldly and draws back the whip. With breathtaking s***d it moves on its trajectory towards your burning nipple. You cannot stop your body from flinching even as you see the whip stopping centimeters before it meets its target.

You gasp audibly, making him laugh at you with cold triumph. He revels in your misery. “Arch your back!” he commands and as you are about to follow his command he executes his stroke.

You hear the impact before you feel it. A loud smack of leather against flesh. And then your thoughts get flushed from your brain. You see flashes before your eyes and then you are taken over by ***. You moan weakly as you lose your posture and nearly collapse before his feet. The burning is intense and lasts long enough for you to realize that you cannot take much more of this.

The hot fire in your right nipple starts to slowly calm down into a steady wave pulsating in sync with your heartbeat.
Your mind is racing. What can you do? Your eyes are already watering, more of this and he will see you cry. You cannot let that happen! But to submit? Can you let that happen?

Before you come to a conclusion he crouches down in front of you and lifts your chin until you meet his gaze. “I can see your struggle, little slut. Are you learning your lesson? Are you ready to be a good girl?”

His hand makes its way up your legs again. The soft touch feels electrifying, you feel it like sparks under your skin as the hand again moves closer to your pussy.

“And instead of punishment…”

You feel the anticipation of the sweet touch build up and you damn yourself for being so needy.

“...earn rewards?” His voice is calm and warm now and his fingers connect with your labia, parting them gently and running a finger through your wet slit.

His fingers feel like heaven, stimulating the right places to exert a moan of pleasure from your gasping mouth. He starts focusing on your clit, circling around it again and again.

Your hips start to rotate, guiding his fingers into perfect stimulation. Your breath is getting heavier and your mind is filled with bliss. You approach an orgasm at an astonishing pace.

“So what will it be? Will you be a good whore for me and do what I say?” His fingers slow down, the touch getting softer. *NO!* you think. *DON'T STOP!*

The instance his fingers withdraw from your pussy you know you have lost. You crave more, you NEED more, and you need IT more than your pride.
You make a choice. A choice to let yourself be guided, handled, used by this man. Your resistance collapses and you say “Yes sir, I will be a good whore. I will do everything you want sir”

He holds eye contact and his glance is unnerving, seemingly piercing your mind.
“Everything?” he asks, picking up his fingerwork again. You want to break eye contact but another kind of pride rises in you: You will be good, more than good, the best whore he could ever want. You will take whatever he has in store for you, be it *** or pleasure. Still staring at his eyes you say: “Everything sir.”

“Good girl.” a finger pushes into you, the slickness making it slide in without resistance. You moan in pleasure and
feel the finger going out and in, blissfully fucking your wet, needy hole.

“Prove it then slut” his voice harsher again “open your mouth!”
He withdraws his fingers and you groan in frustration, but you know better than to complain. You open your mouth and he inserts his drenched fingers.

“You are soaking like a bitch in heat”, he teases, probing for any remainders of rebellion in you. You blush as you greedily suck on his fingers, kneeling before him, naked and exposed. The *** burns in your cheeks and sends tingles and a quite redundant gush of juices to your neglected pussy. You are his now and you can barely contain the excitement about letting him fulfill his every urge with your body.