Free Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance by Kirsten McCurran Page A

slut.”
    Being called a slut stung, but Katherine felt like one in her position. Her cheeks burned, but her pussy was so wet. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted to beg him to touch her down there. It was just her last morsel of pride that kept her from doing it. Instead she focused on the throbbing in her pussy to try and forget about the pain on her cheeks.
    “I said, ask her , Kitty!” He spanked her with the paddle again and Katherine jumped, almost drawing blood as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. When she spoke, her voice trembled.
    “Do you like being his…slut?” She had to force out the last word.
    Tara, who was still strung up behind her, squeaked out an answer. “Yes, our master is wonderful.” Obviously, the toy in her cunt was having the desired effect. Katherine looked back over her shoulder and saw Tara pushing her thighs together, but the effort to keep the vibrator in her pussy was failing. She was so wet it was just slipping out and when she tried to adjust her position, more weight went onto her upper body. Katherine was fascinated watching her struggle.
    “Eyes forward,” Mr. Gardner said, with a lighter swat on Katherine's ass. “You’re going to count to five and if you reach it without coming your punishment will be over.”
    That didn’t seem hard, Katherine thought. She was impossibly aroused, but didn’t think she could climax just from being spanked. But God, did she want to come!
    Swat!
    “One,” Katherine cried in a clear voice.
    Swat!
    When Mr. Gardner spanked her this time, he pressed his hand between her legs and Katherine's knees almost buckled. The intense pleasure that flooded her system scrambled her senses. She gripped the chair harder and just the fight to stay standing kept her from fighting the feelings Mr. Gardner stirred within her.
    “Two,” she finally whimpered.
    Swat!
    When he spanked her, he also thrust two fingers deep inside her, grazing over her g-spot. Katherine cried out and her weak knees slipped. He smacked her hip and ordered her to keep her ass in the air. Mr. Gardner’s fingers were buried in her and it was all she could take. If he moved them at all, and she so needed him to, she would be lost.
    “Thhreee…sssir…”
    Mr. Gardner pulled his fingers out and when he thrust them back inside her he spanked her again, the hardest yet. Katherine's chest heaved and she moaned and sagged, only her arms holding her up, which just pushed those fingers harder into her. Katherine came so powerfully that she saw colors and almost broke a nail digging her fingers into the wooden chair. Her cunt flooded and soaked Mr. Gardner’s hand and her inner thighs. For just a moment, Katherine thought she wet herself. She was sorry she let him down, but she just couldn’t help herself.
    “Get that ass in the air, Kitty!”
    With great effort Katherine lifted her butt back into the air, but she couldn’t stop trembling because he was slowly fingering her cunt.
    Swat!
    Swat!
    She just couldn’t count for the two final swats. It was all she could do just to keep standing. Her pussy slurped shut when he finally took his fingers away.
    “I knew you were a little slut, Kitty. I just didn’t know you would lose it so easily,” Mr. Gardner chuckled, obviously pleased by her lack of control.
    “I’m sorry, sir,” Katherine sobbed. She burned with anger and shame. She was angry that Mr. Gardner gloated about his control of her, but she was even more ashamed of herself because he was right. She did feel like a slut for just letting go so easily. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t her fault. Mr. Gardner had her primed and somehow knew just the moment to jump in and finish her. But however shamed she may have felt, Katherine also felt so good . Mr. Gardner made her come so hard and feel so incredible that all she could think about was pleasing him so he would do it again. She was beginning to understand Mrs. Gardner giving herself to him the way she