Art Courtesy of dear friend, Cleona

Please, be sure to read Part 1 for context.

Tears dripped from her cheeks as she began the next round of Edging.

Ari had lost count of how many it was now.  What was the point of counting?  It wasn’t her choice when to stop so why keep track?  It made it a little easier she thought at first but then realized it left her only with the aching needs to come, denied over and over and…over!

Another sob burst from her as she stopped at the last second again.  This was wickedly good torture.  Her clit was already going to be so tender and sore from her abusing it that she wished for ice again to cool it.

“Ari…stop and rise.” He told her.

Ari startled to attention and began to stand.  She started to tumble but was stopped by a strong hand and even stronger arm.  She flashed him a little smile.  “Thank you, Master.”

He shrugged.  “I don’t want my property damaged.”

She nodded.  Of course, he didn’t.  It wasn’t a sweet move but a selfish one.  It was okay.  Ari was his…for how much longer?  It must have shown on her face.

“You still have an hour and forty-five minutes.” He helped her stabilize.

It had only been fifteen minutes?!  She let out a soft whimper which made him smile.  Ari couldn’t help it, she smiled with him.  She’d pleased him with her suffering and that felt oddly good to her.

“Come.” He told her and turned to walk away.

Ari followed, unconcerned she was naked.  Why should she care?  It wasn’t her body right now.  It was his and he wanted to see it.  She had to admit she’d have been a little hurt if he’d wanted to cover her up when he could keep her without a stitch.

They walked out the back of the house onto a balcony.  The sun was still shining although it was beginning to dip down towards the night.  It felt good on her bare skin though it made her squint.

He kept walking to the end of the balcony facing the neighborhood.  People were talking walks, chatting, walking dogs, and going on short drives.  Being an affluent neighborhood, everyone looked polished and precise.  Tapping the railing that faced the people, he spoke:

“Place your hands on the railing, move your feet back until you are nicely bent over at the waist.” He commanded.

Oh.  Ari felt she knew this game.  She obeyed and was soon stretched out while her breasts hung down.  She was tempted to wiggle them slightly but stopped because she didn’t have permission and that meant no.  His hand began to trace down her back and down her ass cheek to grab it and squeeze it until she gasped slightly.  

SMACK!!  He spanked the spot hard.  His other hand did the same to her other side then SMACK!!  Ari held onto the railing and moaned softly.  Exhibited, bound, and punished in broad daylight?  It was deliciously wicked and…she could see one or two people looking up to see what the noise was.  

No one shouted or called for help.  They were curious and kept watching, much to her further dismay.  Was it so normal for a naked girl to be getting spanked on this balcony area?  These thoughts were banished when his right hand rested on the small of her back while the left began to beat a fast, steady rain of spanking on her bottom.  

Ari’s toes began to curl from the burn of the spanking AND the heat of her arousal.  She was being displayed and used for her master’s pleasure and she could no more move than if she were bound to the rail with chains.  He said not to let go.  She wouldn’t let go!

His spanking of her became more intense and his smacks further down to the top of her thighs.  Tears came once again to her eyes and she sniffed and whined but resolved not to beg for it to be over.  Master would decide that.

The spanking stopped but Ari stayed very still.  Her backside throbbed in rhythm with her heartbeat.  She then heard the unmistakeable sound of Master undoing his belt.  Her belly quivered.    She hadn’t felt the belt in five years since her last stepdad had tried to teach her to dress better.  Which was funny since he never stopped leering at her miniskirts and crop tops.  

Ari had known it just got him off to do it to a 17 year olds bare ass.  She’d sobbed hard then and knew she would now.  Everyone would hear the noises she’d make yet he kept going.   

“Not a word.  Sound if fine….I want to hear it in your voice and cries.” He commanded.

Ari nodded and put her head down.  

He tapped the belt to aim and began to give her a proper whipping.  There was no question in her mind he knew what he was doing because of how the strap moved precisely down and then back up.  The strokes were quick and sure and, GOD, hurt!  She began to sob after the fifth one.

The belt kept coming and coming and as she thought of that word, her pussy clenched up and grew so very hot.  No, no, no, she couldn’t come from the whipping!  Not without permission.  What to do?  He’d said no words.

Ari began to wiggle her ass under his whipping and moaned in arousal more than pain.  She prayed he’d hear the difference.  Please?  Please, my master? Her mind begged him.  She was now tiptoeing a little and rubbing her thigh together.

“Is….my….little…whore…about…to…come?” He said with each strike.

She nodded and whimpered as best she could.    

The whipping slowed a little then stopped.  Master was slightly out-of-breath.  Ari had given him a good workout.  Would this be a frequent exercise for him?  She didn’t even tilt her head up to see what or who was watching.  What was the point?

She heard him put his belt back on and then walk away.  No word of what she should do so…she stayed where he had put her and waited.   Ari began to be aware of soft chatter from down below.  Unwillingly, she raised her head enough to see a small crowd of males on the far sidewalk.  It looked to be five or six of them.  All of them older and looking like they belonged in this part of town.  Ari wondered if they had wives and did those wives get spanked or the belt?  She doubted it.  

She looked back down and tried to block out their casualness at having watched her for the past few minutes.  This was maybe a fairly regular matinee performance.  Well, Ari had put on a good show.  The throb in her pussy was lessened but still persistent.  If he were there and she allowed words?  She’d have fallen at his feet, kissed them, and begged to be allowed to come…please???  

Her shoulders were beginning to cramp but she held on.  For all she knew, he was sitting behind her a few feet away and watching for her disobedience.  She shook her head silently.  She would NOT fail.

The sound of water sloshing came to her and so did Master’s steps.  A bucket of water came into her peripheral view as he set it down.  He plunged a large, thick, natural sponge into the water and brought it out soaking.

Gasp!  She let one out as he began to wash her down with very cold water.  Oh, it was cold!!  He squirted something onto her back and the water began to get very sudsy.  Master was washing her down like a horse.

“Apart.” He tapped her thighs.   

Ari spread her legs and he washed very carefully everywhere on her.  She was getting more used to the temperature now but still felt the goosebumps on her arms and legs.  She then felt his fingers at her plug in back.  

“Relax.” He told her.

She tried and felt him pull the plug out.  He tossed it into the bucket.  To be cleaned later?  By her?  Probably.  Oh…she was open there now and…in the proper position.  Her pussy clenched tighter this time and she whimpered which turned into a moan.

“What?” He asked her.  “You may speak now.”

“Mmm…” She stammered a little.  “Master…please?  I was thinking I am free now for you to fuck my ass and claim it.  I so want that, please, Sir?”

He smacked her ass.  “Claim it?  It already belongs to me, Slut. Doesn’t it?”

She squirmed.  “True, Master.  Forgive my ignorance.”  She blushed a fierce red at her own level of need and desire.  “It is yours…I am al yours…still… whip me again if you wish but please…fill me?  I need it.  I need you.” She was babbling but she didn’t care.

“What do I care about your needs?” He laughingly asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Master.” Her head bowed and new tears began to form.  Lust?  Need?  Frustration?  All of those and something else she couldn’t quite name.  He’d stripped away more than her clothes and the sweat now.  He’d stripped one more layer away from her inner self.  She was property.  Property did ask or beg and expect anything.  She whimpered softly.

“However.” He paused.

Her heart stopped as did her breathing.  

“Your ass is nicely tenderized now…such a lovely color.”  He murmured.

She felt his hand caressing, squeezing, patting. Her body recognized his touch, this touch.  It was the pride of ownership again.  

“But I didn’t bring any lubricant out.” He pondered.

Ari giggled.  “Master…I have lube to spare between my thighs…unless you wish to take me raw, of course.”  She’d never been taken raw ever…by anything.  How much would it hurt?

“Raw?  You’d still beg for that?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Very much so, Master.”

“Hmm…” She heard his belt again but also his zipper now.  She clenched her hands again the railing.  Ari just assumed he’d fuck her right here with their audience.  Did they pay admission? She wondered.  She’d try hard not to disappoint her master with her performance.

“Come…Rise.” He commanded.

She began to move and then registered the surprise.  Not here?  Not to show her off?  Why not? She nearly giggled at almost being offended he didn’t want to fuck her in public.  God, she really was a little slut, wasn’t she?  She’d known that for years.

His arm held her once more to steady her.  She was getting used to being guided.  His pull brought her around and she saw something that hadn’t been there before.  Had he moved it so silently?  Had someone else put it here?

It was a black leather padded sawhorse.  It had been lowered a little more than normal.  Oh.  Oh…she thought.  Was it kindness to her?  No.  That couldn’t be it.  It would make it easier for master to get better penetration and take longer.  Yes, that must be it.

No longer wondering, she let herself be bent over the sawhorse.  He came around and picked up the wrist cuffs.  “Do I need these?” He asked.

Ari shook her head.  “No, Master.  I will be a good slave.”

He eyed her then handed her the cuffs to each hand.  “Hold them for leverage then.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.  It would help.

He was behind her now and she waited for him to painfully thrust through her sphincter to take her: however, she felt his tip at the entrance of her labia instead.  He tapped it into her and pressed further.

Ari groaned as she felt his hard cock fill her pussy.  He was so thick…and long.  She had to be too tiny to fit all of him!  His movements were slow though and didn’t do enough to raise her arousal much more.  Three times he dipped into her then took himself out.

“Not raw today…perhaps sometime but…not today.” He told her.  

“OH!” She gasped as he thrust all the way into her ass now.  Nothing gentle, nothing loving about it at all as he took all of her.  Her air came in gasps as she tried to catch her breath.  

THWACCK!!

She felt a strip of leather strike her bare hip.  A crop?

“Come on now.” He told her and began to ride her hard.  His pelvis spanking her welted bottom as she cried out…first in pain…then in heat…then in arousal like she’d never felt before.  Ari tossed her head as she began to feel primal…feral.  A soft growl escaped her lips.

She heard her master softly laugh as he heard her but she didn’t care.  It was true.  It was real.  “Take me harder, Master…punish me with your cock.” She whimpered.  “Pleeeasee.”

“As you wish.” He now made a growling noise and truly began to bang her ass into the horse.  

Oh…this was what she needed…wanted…oh GOD…no…there was only Master.  She could tell he liked taking her like this.  He was beginning to groan now as well.  The crop snapped onto her skin a few more times on each side.  She squealed as it did but not in pain so much as exhilaration.  

Ari didn’t need to wait the rest of the two hours.

She begged and pleaded to come but was denied over and over.  She began to sob from the need…but he kept going until he finally allowed it.  She wept with joy as she felt her body writhe under his and wave after wave of orgasms shook her.  He came as well which only added to her pleasure.

Somewhere in it, Ari passed out or something because the next thing she knew?  She was being carried over his shoulder with her head down his back.  He patted her bottom every few steps…just because.

“Master?” She whispered in a soft croaking voice.

“Yes?” He answered.

“I don’t need to wait anymore.  Please, keep me?” She begged.

“I am in agreement.” He smacked her a little harder.  “Good girl.”

Her muscles spasmed slightly to hear his praise like this.  A hot glow hit her in the pit of her core and stayed there.  

“I’ll take you upstairs to show you where you will sleep and your new uniforms you’ll wear.”  He told her.

“Yes, my master.  Thank you, Master.” She laid her head back down and let him take her wherever he pleased.

…to be continued…