Have you earned your orgasms?

Your hungry nub is so tiny that you thought it would go unnoticed, didn’t you?  Hidden there in your folds, you thought it was safe between your thighs.  You thought you could diddle it as you liked and have your little orgasms and go about your day unfettered.



But you also asked for this, didn’t you?  You asked to be strapped down to this table with your thighs held apart.  You asked to have your labia clamped open.  You asked me to do my worst to that fucking disgusting nub so that you can earn your pathetic orgasms through pain.



Did you know I would clamp your clit, right at the base, to make sure it couldn’t escape?  It didn’t seem like you did - when you gasped and strained (and failed) to pull your knees together, you seemed surprised.  That part doesn’t hurt too much, though, does it?



When I started using the leather strap, that hurt, though.  I know that fucking hurts, like a shot of electricity jerking through your clit and into your groin with every strike.  And I saw your face after the first hit - shock, surprise, a little fear.  It was right on your clit - you weren’t expecting a bullseye.  And then the second hit, and the third, when the shock wears off and the fear ramps up because you realize every hit is as precise as the last, and the pain is more than you ever imagined, maybe more than you can take.



And you’re tied up, knees splayed open like a whore, so you have no choice but to take it.



Based on your expression, I don’t think you’d ever taken a direct hit to the clit like that.  Maybe pussy slaps, sure, but it’s hard to really attack the clit, so you’ve always gotten away with blunted hits in the past, haven’t you?  We don’t need any fake cries of anguish here like you’ve performed for past lovers when they messily slapped your labia.  No, here each strike of my leather strap lands true, straight on your quickly purpling bulb.  No need to perform involuntary responses!  I know your whimpers and cries, your shrieks and pleas, are real for me.  I know those tears in your eyes are welling up straight from the aching knob in your cunt.



Part of the benefit of my spanking is the restraints - legs open, labia open, and clit restrained - but the other, perhaps more important, benefit is my lack of mercy.  Ten strikes in a row, no matter how you squirm or whimper.  Then ten more, you can take it right?  Then ten more - your clit deserves it - take it.  Ten more, harder now, because it isn’t purpling enough.  Then ten more, and again, and again…until I’m satisfied.



Think of it as a kindness - you’ve been diddling, haven’t you?  This is what little diddlers get to earn their orgasms.  I won’t relent until your clit is pulsing in pain so you can tell me if those twitches are as good as you get from grinding on your vibrator.  I want your clit to ache from the bruising the next time you try to use it for pleasure.