Coyote Too

It's been awhile since I've posted anything that was just straight fiction. In the intervening time, I have gotten a bit more explicit in my language and topics. Consider yourself warned. D/s, BDSM, pain and discipline follow. (But oddly, no sex.)

Master's Pet needs to focus and do her work, but she keeps thinking naughty thoughts about her Master's cock, which she is not allowed to have right now. She is far too hot and bothered; unable to focus on work. Some discipline is required.

"Slut, you tell me you need discipline to focus?"

"Yes, Master."

"Master does not have a great deal of time, but apparently you cannot deal with this yourself."

"No, Master."

"Kneel down, slut."

"Yes, Master."

She kneels forward, head against the floor, ass in the air. Dripping pussy clearly visible.

Master walks around her. She keeps her eyes on the floor.

Slap

Her breast swings from the blow. The handprint reddens and stings.

Slap

She flinches forward from the pain in her clit.

"Still, slut!"

"Yes,…