A cold wind settled around Roan's pale-white flesh, her body trembling, tied to a tree in the early morning behind her Master's house. It overlooked the ocean, the sun slowly rising over the cliffs. She wriggled as the rough rope cut into her arms wrapped behind her to the tree, getting wet from the sharp pain, knowing her Master would be there soon. Her legs began to get tired standing for nearly an hour, waiting, being punished for coming home late and having been a naughty girl out with her friends.
Soon she could hear the leaves crunching under her Master's boots as he approached the yard. The sound of his thick leather boots made her moist, her head fall back against the tree and her heart beat faster. She could almost feel his touch before he arrived..
"Now," her Master's deep voice said, his hand grasping her neck firmly. "Are you going to appologize to your Master for being such a naughty little girl?"
"I'm sorry, Master." Roan whimpered, trying to breath through his tightening grip.
"I don't believe you. I will ask you again after your punishment continues." he smiled. Her gulp pressed through as he let go. Her eyes watching him, wide and uncertain. His expression was reason enough for her to fear what would happen next, for his pleasure at her pain was immense...
He knelt down and pulled her skirt up, then ripped her white cotton panties down to her ankles, so he could still see them as he reached his hand to her sweet, wet pussy and began stroking it. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Being touched by her Master anywhere would make her cum instantly, but to be pleasured by him was beyond any physical pleasure. Her moans got louder as he poked into her and began fucking her hard and fast with his fingers. "Look at me." he demanded.
She opened her eyes wide and looked down at him, deep into his eyes. Her heart reaching out and trying to show him how much she was His. He looked back at her, his face serious as he fucked her, fucked her hard with his dirty fingers, which slid in and out so easily with the cum that continued to pour out of her, her groans loud and steady. "You know you've been a bad girl, don't you, slave?" he said, continuing to fuck her tight pussy. "Tell me!"
"Yesssss, Master.." She moaned.
"Yes, what?!" he demanded.
"I've been a bad little girl!" she cried out, cumming again on her Master's fingers.
Suddenly he stopped, picked a long, narrow stick up from the ground. "I'm glad you think so, because I want you to know my love. This is for your own good." he smiled. Here he began to strike her thighs with the stick, hard and fast all at once. Over and over. She screamed, not only of pain, but of the dripping wet pleasure she had just endured. The combination turned her inside out, cumming again, screaming as the blows became harder, turning her flesh red and bloody.
After moments of this, he dropped the stick. He watched her, watched her eyes silently until she looked at him again. She stood against the tree, bloody thighs, soaked in her own juices, her white panties around her ankles. Her eyes were worn and soft. He came to her and kissed her mouth softly.
"You are forgiven." he whispered in her ear. Here he began to untie her and let her fall to the grass. She curled up in a ball and lay still. He stroked her hair. "On your knees, I'm going to fuck you now." he pulled at her hips. She moved into position.
He pulled out his very hard, thick cock and pushed it into her juicy, warm center. "mmmmm" he moaned, "your pussy is much sweeter after you have your punishment. I could take your pussy all afternoon..." And so he did, though she was tired and hurt, she only lived to please her Master...
