(If you haven’t already read part 1 of this story, you can read it here.)
Troy slides a third finger inside Terri’s soaked pussy. It slips in easily as he continues to stroke his fingers in and out of her.
“Oh God,” Terri moans.
Slowly, Troy adds another finger.
“Ohhhhhh,” Terri groans.
“You’ve got four fingers inside your pussy, slut. How does it feel?”
“Really?” she asks. “It feels so good, sir! Your fingers are big, too. I feel so full.”
Troy keeps fingering her, rotating his fingers a bit inside her.
“I think you can take more. Are you up for it?” he asks.
“I’m not sure, sir. I’ll try,” she says.
He removes his fingers from Terri’s pussy for a moment and reaches for the bottle of lube she keeps on her nightstand. He flips the top open and dribbles some of the liquid all over his hand. Then, he tucks his thumb between his fingers like he’s making a shadow puppet of a bird’s beak and slowly starts to slide his hand into her cunt.
Terri groans as his hand enters her. Troy’s hand is soon inside her up to the the first knuckle. He begins to gently rotate it and Terri groans again. A moment later, he’s even deeper.
“Mmmm!” Terri lets out a deep growl and she’s grinding her pussy against Troy’s hand, trying to take him deeper inside her pussy. He holds his hand still and lets her move on it.
“You’re doing so well, little slut,” he says.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Let’s see if you can take a bit more.”
Troy twists his hand and pushes firmly, but gently.
“Too much. Too much!” she cries.
“That’s disappointing,’ he says. “We’ll have to work on that some more, won’t we?”
“Good, and what are we going to work on, exactly?” he asks.
“Stretching my pussy, so I can take your fist in my cunt,” she replies.
“That’s correct. Good girl.” he says with a smirk. “Now, I’m going to go wash this mess you made off my hands. I want you ass up when I come back. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” she says.
Troy opens the door and heads down the hall to the bathroom. He grins at himself in the mirror while he’s washing his hands. Then, he dries them on the towel and heads back to the bedroom. When he enters, Terri is face down on the mattress with her ass up in the air.
“Remind me,” he says. “What did I say I was going to leave you with?”
“Bite marks and a sore ass, sir,” she replies.
He walks up behind her and reaches out to gently stroke her ass.
“I do love the sight of a submissive little slut with her ass in the air. It always brightens my day. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” Terri replies.
“Let’s see. It’s 2021, now, so how about twenty-one per side. That seems appropriate. Remember to keep count.”
Terri braces herself and waits. The first slap stings her ass.
“One,” she says.
Troy brings his hand down on her other ass cheek. It stings a bit harder this time.
Numbers three and four are harder and Terri whimpers a bit each time Troy’s hand slaps her ass. By the eleventh slap, she can feel her ass getting warm where his hand has met her flesh.
“Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.”
Troy is spanking her faster and harder now and her ass cheeks are already starting to feel like they’re on fire.
“Please. Please, sir,” she screams.
“You’d better not lose count or we’ll have to start this all over again,” Troy says. “How many was that?”
“That was number twenty, sir,” she replies.
“Almost halfway, then. Your ass is turning nice and red.”
Terri grits her teeth as Troy continues slapping her ass, but she keeps counting.
“Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.”
“Why am I doing this, Terri? Remind me,” he orders.
“Because slutty little subs need to be spanked or else they get restless and act up, sir.”
“That’s correct. Good girl,” he says.
Troy’s hand is stinging at this point, but he’s determined to give Terri what she needs. He continues spanking her ass.
“Thirty-one… Thirty-six… Thirty-nine…”
With the last two slaps, Troy pats Terri gently on the ass.
“Forty-two, sir,” she says. She sighs and lets herself collapse on the bed. Her ass is bright red and covered in Troy’s handprints.
“Good girl,” he says. “Good girl.”