He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.
“Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”
He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.
“Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”
My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in pain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Roman held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.
Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Roman paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”
Swat.
I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.
Swat.
“Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”
“We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a credit. Be brave.”
Chapter Thirteen
Cheri
I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my spanking did I even stop to consider that Gage had the camera pointed at my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.
Roman kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask Roman when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra diamonds? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more diamonds? Right now however, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to.
Roman rubbed his fingertips in small circles over my heated flesh. “Good girl. This is the first of many punishments to teach you your lesson.” Without warning, he moved his fingertips down the crack of my ass until they reached my pussy. Dipping them past my folds, he moved them around and collected my juices of arousal. “Someone likes having her ass spanked, I see.”
I shamelessly wiggled against his hand, desperate for him to move his fingertips beyond my folds and to enter inside of me, or at the very least to play with my clit. Something, anything… He was right. I had enjoyed it. Maybe not the actual pain of it. I didn’t think I actually liked the feeling of being spanked, but my body was on fire just as my ass was. How could a spanking that I was literally begging him to stop do this to me? The only explanation was that the feeling of desire was far better than the feeling of fear.
“Do you want your Master to make you feel all better? To kiss away all the pain?” His fingers only ran along my folds, teasing me with how close they were to giving me what I wanted so badly.
“Yes, Master.” My voice cracked as I all but pleaded my answer.
He pulled his hand away quickly and gave me one final swat before helping me to a standing position. “Dirty kitties with hairy cunts do not get to feel all better.”
He turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, placing his hand under the water until he was satisfied. He then took the removable showerhead off the base and pulled the lever to make the water burst from the showerhead. He kept it face down and motioned for me to get into the bathtub.
I stepped into the tub feeling a sense of mortification. How I wished I had been better prepared and shaved down there. Although I had never done so before. All the men I had ever been with before just got what they got. I didn’t care or even give it a thought. But with Roman and Gage, and even The Iron Colt Brotherhood who I knew were watching my humiliation, it filled me with so much shame that I wasn’t presented better. It gave them the upper hand. Roman had managed to make me feel like a dirty girl. Yes, a filthy dirty kitty as he so liked to call me. I was his dirty girl, and yet, the thought of that made my tummy flip in anticipation of what that would mean, and how he would try to cleanse me of my soiled ways.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I whispered as Roman directed the stream of water between my legs.
“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”
I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gage was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Roman, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy, and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
Roman squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became hair free, and I could actually see what the most intimate and secret part of my body truly looked like. It was odd to see a body part of mine I hadn’t really seen before. Or at least seen as an adult. I really didn’t know what my pussy looked like completely bare until Roman grabbed the showerhead and once again directed it at my spread legs.
I couldn’t help but gasp and release a tiny moan when the pressure from the water made contact with my highly sensitive clit that was so needy for attention. It took everything I had not to put my hand down there and pleasure myself, but I figured such an act would land me back over Roman’s lap for a repeat session on how good girls were supposed to act.
My gasp and moan, however, made Roman smile. “My kitty likes her shower time.” He kept the water where it was, watching as the flowing streams of water were building my pleasure.
“Yes, Master,” I moaned as I could feel the orgasm nearing.
“But,” he said as he shut the shower off, “bath time is not fully over yet. Although I will give you another diamond for remaining so still.”
He reached for my hand and helped me out of the bathtub. I groaned in disappointment, and my head felt a little light from getting up so quickly. My bare pussy screamed in protest with the need for completion, but there was nothing I could do. I was at my Master’s mercy.
“Dry her off while I get a new angle,” Gage said as he lifted the camera that was on a tripod to a different spot in the bathroom. “The Iron Colt Brotherhood will want to see every bit of the enema clearly.”
“Enema?” I asked as Roman wrapped a pink fluffy towel around my body.
“Yes, Cheri. Bath time is to get all parts of your body clean. My guess is that you have never had one,” Roman said as he reached under the sink and pulled out what looked like a large deflated rubber whoopee cushion and some plastic tubing.