The Price of Ecstasy
I personally wiped Carmel's face, which had been left a messy ruin by my fluids. Even as the cloth brushed against her lips, she flinched, clearly terrified that she was about to endure some new torment—a reaction I found utterly adorable. Once her face was clean, I pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her repeatedly, light and playful, making soft, smacking sounds.
"Now, Mother. Who was it this time?"
Compared to before, the difficulty had risen considerably. She had to guess whose lips they were based on nothing more than a fleeting, momentary touch.
"Ugh..."
Carmel panted heavily, still caught in the lingering afterglow of her climax. Instead of answering, she posed a question of her own.
"I-If I get it right... you're going to put that thing inside me again... aren't you?"
"Yes, because that is your reward."
"T-Then... Rika."
Hmm, so that's how she wants to play it? To choose a wrong answer even when she knew the truth. Having already climaxed twice, her body was spent; she clearly wanted a moment to rest. But if she thought a wrong answer would grant her a reprieve, she was sorely mistaken.
"A pity, but you are incorrect, Mother. I suppose that means you must be punished?"
If there was a reward for a correct answer, it was only logical that a penalty awaited a wrong one. I reached for something other than the dildo—the riding crop I had used on her very first day.
"W-What? A punishment...? You never said anything about that...!"
"Of course not, because I didn't tell you. Don't worry. It's something you're already familiar with."
"W-What are you going to do...? Wait, wait...! Let me answer again! The answer is you, Sera! It was definitely your lips! Let me change my answer!"
"It's already too late, Mother. Fufu, trying to cheat your way out of it is very naughty."
Blindfolded and unable to see, Carmel tensed up, terrified of when and where the 'punishment' would strike. Silently, I raised the crop and brought it down hard across her chest.
Spank!
"Hieek!"
The sharp, unexpected pain caught her completely off guard. Carmel thrashed violently against her restraints. A bright red welt quickly bloomed across her pale, milky breast.
"Ah, it hurts...! T-This is...!"
"Yes. You experienced this on your first day, didn't you? Please try to stay as still as possible. If my aim slips, you might get hurt even worse."
"N-No... that really hurts...!"
Well, it wouldn't be much of a punishment if it didn't hurt. I brought the tip of the crop to Carmel's nipple and began to rub it gently.
"Haa, ah..."
Her nipples were already fully erect. Even the coarse, rough texture of the leather crop rubbing against them seemed to bring her immense pleasure. Yet, Carmel couldn't fully lose herself in the sensation. Though I was only teasingly pressing against her tip right now, the constant terror of when it might suddenly strike down made her shrink back in fear.
I pulled the crop away from her nipple. Anticipating a harsh blow, Carmel clamped her mouth shut and braced herself. However, instead of a savage swing, the crop merely glided lazily over to her other nipple. This one was just as swollen and hard. As I began to rub it, Carmel let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, realizing she wasn't about to be struck.
"Fufu, do you like this riding crop that much? Such a coarse, rough thing... Well, if you truly want it, Mother, I can use it on other places as well. What do you think?"
It was glaringly obvious what kind of answer I was angling for. But if she wanted to avoid being whipped, Carmel had no choice but to play along. She answered in a trembling voice.
"M-My... my pussy too... scratch it... rub it..."
Her fear of pain had clearly triumphed over her shame. Still, her embarrassment was by no means minor. Even with the blindfold on, the deep crimson flush spreading across her face spoke volumes about how humiliated she felt.
"Very well. Fufu, I shall do exactly as you wish."
The tip of the crop slipped into Carmel's wet crevice. Having already climaxed twice, her pussy was incredibly sensitive. Slick juices dripped down the length of the leather. Unlike a dildo, the crop wasn't designed to penetrate her depths; only its blunt edge could nudge slightly past her lips. Yet, even that meager contact seemed to drive Carmel wild.
"Haa, ah..."
Her pleading earlier had likely been nothing more than a desperate bid to escape pain. But now, Carmel was completely focused on the pleasure the crop was giving her. I began to slowly stroke the leather up and down against her slit.
"Ugh... haah... ah..."
Blindfolded, her body taut with the lingering threat of pain, she allowed a single thread of pleasure to weave through her. Compared to the raw penetration of the dildo earlier, this was a lukewarm, teasing stimulation, yet Carmel was utterly captivated by it. Rubbing, stroking... a steady, agonizingly slow friction. She was completely at the mercy of this tantalizing, half-hearted sensation. Then, abruptly, I stopped.
"...Ah..."
I felt her tremble with disappointment. Her needy pussy clung to the crop, begging for more. A little more, and she would have climaxed.
"Do you want me to keep going, Mother?"
Panting heavily, Carmel finally cast aside the last remnants of her pride and gave me an honest answer.
"Yes... more... j-just a little more... I want to come..."
Seeing how she went out of her way to beg for an orgasm, she was entirely sincere. Though she couldn't see me, I wore a broad, triumphant smile as I spoke.
"If you want to come, surely a flimsy little thing like this won't satisfy you? Even though you failed to answer correctly, as a reward for your honesty, I could put something thick inside you instead. What do you say?"
Carmel swallowed hard. She was clearly recalling the sensation of the massive toy that had driven her to such intense heights of pleasure just moments ago.
"F-Fuck me... with the thick one..."
Watching her beg with all her pride stripped away was incredibly endearing. However, there was still one more hurdle to cross.
"Very well. But of course, I cannot simply fuck you for free. A punishment is still a punishment. While I use it to drive you to climax, you must endure a whipping on your buttocks. Are you willing to accept that?"
"A-A whipping...?"
Carmel swallowed hard once more, though for a very different reason this time. As I had learned during her previous spanking session, Carmel had almost zero tolerance for pain. She would willingly endure any amount of humiliation and shame just to avoid it. That was what made her next words so incredibly precious.
"I-I understand... do whatever you want..."
To obtain pleasure, to have her pussy stuffed by a thick dildo, she was willing to endure the very pain she dreaded most. Hearing her consent sent a thrill of pure ecstasy rushing through me. I recalled the days when I had to resort to blackmail just to catch a glimpse of her breasts or touch her backside. Compared to the prickly, arrogant Carmel of the past, she was a completely different person now.
"Splendid, Mother. I shall give you the climax you desire. Shall we adjust your posture first?"
Her current position made it difficult to strike her buttocks. I ordered Rika to flip Carmel onto her stomach. Blindfolded, her arms bound tightly behind her, her hips were thrust high into the air. Both her pussy and her anus were laid completely bare. She looked exactly like a captive damsel on the verge of being ravished by her abductors. It was a classic scenario, but the sheer thrill it provided was anything but ordinary.
Her thoroughly teased pussy was weeping an endless stream of sweet nectar. The glistening pink flesh peeked out, practically begging to be violated, stoking my desire to a fever pitch. I handed the crop to Rika. I wasn't confident in my ability to wield it properly with my left hand, after all.
"You may be a bit rough, Rika. Just make sure you don't leave any lasting scars."
"Are you certain, Princess? To Lady Carmel..."
"Yes. Our week of degradation is coming to an end soon anyway."
As Rika tested the crop, snapping it through the air, a faint glimmer of sadistic pleasure danced across her face. Hardly the expression of a loyal knight preparing to strike her former master. Listening to our exchange, Carmel seemed incredibly tense. Yet, her pussy was practically overflowing with anticipation. Cupping the base of the dildo in my palm, I aligned it and pushed it deep inside her.
"Haaah...!"
Carmel let out a wanton shriek of pure bliss as the long-awaited dildo filled her. At that exact moment, the merciless crop struck her buttocks.
Crack!
"Hi-hieee...!"
Carmel gasped and writhed, letting out a strangled cry that was a chaotic mix of agony and ecstasy. Watching her lewdly twitching slit and trembling buttocks, I pulled the dildo nearly all the way out before plunging it deep inside her once more.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
As we continued, I noticed something fascinating. Every time the crop struck her flesh, Carmel's pussy clamped down with incredible force. It clenched so tightly that it actually took effort to push the dildo back in.
"Hngh, ah...!"
Had she truly crossed over into the realm of masochism, where pain was translated directly into pleasure? Or was she simply overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of the situation? One thing was certain: Carmel was experiencing a depth of ecstasy far greater than anything she had felt before.
"I'm c-coming...! Haa...! Ah, I'm going to come...!"
As she finally shattered, there was no trace of pain left in her voice. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated, and utterly depraved bliss.