“What are you?”
I shook my head as much as I could with his hand pressing into my throat.
“Say it. What are you?”
I couldn’t open my mouth to tell him what he wanted to hear. Even though he had just given me the words. Even though he had just told me exactly what I was. Even though every part of me knew it to be true. I couldn’t say it.
Hadn’t he just smacked me again and again between my legs as I begged for more.
Until I came holding his hand against me not knowing if I was pressing him deeper into me or pushing him away.
Didn’t I hope with everything I had that he would want to cane me again. I knew what I was. I couldn’t say it.
He was kneeling over me, his knees pressing mine apart. His hand insistent and rough, his other hand still around my throat. I shamelessly pressed against his hand, my body begging him for release.
“Say it.” His voice was still soft but his eyes were harder as I failed to give him what he demanded.
He stopped stroking me but left his hand frustrating close. I could feel the heat of his hand but the ache of his missing touch made me cry out.
“Say it and I’ll let you cum.”
“Please…” I whispered. “Don’t make me.” But I already knew I would, and so did he.
I couldn’t look at him. I closed my eyes.
“I…” I paused, I almost stopped. “…I am a painslut.”