Coralie disciplines Sam

AI generated story.

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Coralie stood by the foot of the bed, legs spread wide. Her stockings were the only thing she wore, her long red hair cascading down over her shoulders and covering the tops of her heavy breasts. Sam knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers as he worshiped her body. His hands roamed freely over her legs, her thighs, her hips, but never, ever strayed up to touch her breasts or her pussy. He knew better than that.

Coralie wasn't just Sam's lover, she was also his dominatrix. She saw to his daily discipline, and today was the day she would check to see if he'd kept his hands off his dick. Sam was a horny bastard, always had been, and Coralie had taken it upon herself to teach him some self-control.

"Have you been a good boy, Sam?" Coralie asked, her voice dripping with a mix of desire and dominance. "Have you kept your hands off your dick?"

Sam gulped hard, his eyes flicking down to Coralie's crotch for just a second. He knew what she was getting at, and he knew that if he lied to her, there would be hell to pay.

"No, Coralie," he said, his voice shaking. "I haven't been able to keep my hands off it. I'm sorry."

Coralie gave a wicked little smile, then reached down and grabbed Sam's balls. She wrapped a band around them, pulling it tight and making Sam wince in pain.

"You know what happens now, don't you, Sam?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Sam nodded, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Coralie squeezed his balls again, harder this time, making him gasp.

"Tell me, Sam," she said, her voice a command.

"You...you're going to squeeze my balls until I confess," Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Coralie gave a cruel little chuckle, then started squeezing Sam's balls again, harder and harder with each squeeze. Sam grunted and moaned, his body writhing in pain.

"Confess, Sam," Coralie said, her voice a low growl. "Tell me the truth."

"I...I've been masturbating," Sam gasped, his body shaking with pain. "I'm sorry, Coralie. I couldn't help it."

Coralie gave a wicked little smile, then started slapping Sam's balls, hard. Sam grunted and moaned, his body writhing in pain.

"You're a bad boy, Sam," Coralie said, her voice a low growl. "A very bad boy."

Sam whimpered, his body shaking with pain. He knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it any easier to take.

Coralie kept slapping Sam's balls, harder and harder with each slap. Sam's body was writhing in pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, suddenly, Coralie's pussy started to get wet. She could feel it, slick and hot against her thigh.

She kept slapping Sam's balls, harder and harder, until she felt her orgasm building. And then, with a loud moan, she came, her pussy juices flowing down her thighs.

Sam looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and awe.

"You...you came, Coralie?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Coralie gave a wicked little smile, then reached down and started stroking Sam's dick.

"Yes, Sam," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I came. Because of you."

Sam groaned, his body writhing in pleasure as Coralie stroked his dick. He knew he didn't deserve it, but he was grateful all the same.

"Thank you, Coralie," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Coralie gave a wicked little smile, then leaned down and whispered in Sam's ear.

"You're welcome, Sam," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But don't think this means you're off the hook. You still have to make it up to me."

Sam gulped hard, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. He knew what that meant, and he knew he was in for a long night. But he didn't care. As long as he was with Coralie, he was happy.