A Tattooed Babe Getting A Long Waited Punishment From Her Master

Title: The Tattooed Babe’s Punishment

The dimly lit parlor was abuzz with anticipation as the tattooed babe, Kylie, nervously paced back and forth. Her black lace bra and matching thong barely covered her ample curves, the colorful tattoos adorning her skin seeming to dance in the low light. She knew she was in trouble, and the thought sent shivers down her spine.

Master Sam stood in the corner, his muscular frame clad in leather pants and a tight black t-shirt. His piercing blue eyes watched Kylie intently, a smirk playing on his lips. He had been waiting for this moment, the perfect opportunity to finally punish his naughty little submissive.

“Straighten up and turn around,” Sam commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. Kylie immediately obeyed, her heart pounding as she presented herself to him.

Master Sam circled her, trailing a finger along her spine, tracing the delicate curves of her tattoos. He stopped at the base of her neck, his hand firmly gripping her hair. Kylie let out a soft moan, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, pet?” Sam growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Disobeying me, sneaking out, staying out late. It won’t do, my dear.”

Kylie’s eyes widened as she felt the cold leather of Sam’s belt press against her bare ass. He pulled her closer to him, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, his hands resting on her hips.

“I’m going to punish you,” he whispered, his voice low and menacing. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Kylie shivered at his words, a thrill of excitement running through her. She knew she deserved to be punished, and the thought of Sam’s belt striking her flesh sent a rush of wetness between her thighs.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Master,” Kylie whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I deserve to be punished.”

Sam smiled cruelly, his hand trailing down to her ass. “That’s right, you do,” he said, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “And I’m going to give you what you deserve.”

With a swift movement, Sam bent Kylie over the table, her breasts pressing against the cool surface. He pushed her thong to the side, exposing her dripping wet pussy. Kylie moaned loudly, her hips bucking against Sam’s talented fingers as he stroked her folds.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” Sam teased, his fingers sliding inside her tight channel. “You love being punished, don’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” Kylie gasped, her body writhing against his touch. “I love being punished by you.”

Sam withdrew his fingers, leaving Kylie whimpering in frustration. He picked up his belt, folding it in half, the leather snapping together menacingly.

“Let’s get started then,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Count them out loud, pet. And don’t forget to thank me.”

Kylie braced herself, her hands gripping the table’s edge. She felt the first strike land hard on her ass, the leather biting into her flesh. She cried out, the pain quickly morphing into pleasure.

“One, thank you, Master,” she panted, her ass already reddening.

The belt struck again, and again, each lash feeling more intense than the last. Kylie counted each one, thanking Sam for each punishment. Tears streamed down her face, the pain and pleasure intertwining until she couldn’t tell them apart.

By the time Sam finished, Kylie’s ass was a mess of red welts and bruises. She collapsed against the table, her body spent and her pussy dripping with arousal. Sam stood behind her, his hand soothing her abused skin.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, his voice filled with pride. “You took your punishment so well.”

Kylie whimpered, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her arousal. She craved to be filled, to feel Sam’s cock stretching her aching pussy.

“Please, Master,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “I need you inside me.”

Sam chuckled darkly, his hands pulling her hips back. Kylie felt his fingers spreading her pussy lips, his cock pressing against her entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, filling her completely.

Kylie cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around him. Sam began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure of his cock stretching her.

“Take it, pet,” Sam growled, his pace increasing. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Kylie moaned, her body moving in time with his thrusts. She could feel herself nearing the edge, the tension building in her core.

“Please, Master,” she gasped. “I’m going to come. May I come, please?”

Sam reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He pinched it hard, sending Kylie over the edge. She screamed, her pussy convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Sam followed soon after, his cock erupting inside her. Kylie felt his hot seed filling her, marking her as his.

As they collapsed together, Sam’s arms wrapped around Kylie, holding her close. They lay there for a moment, both panting and spent.

“Such a good girl,” Sam whispered, his hand trailing through her hair. “My perfect little submissive.”

Kylie smiled, her heart full of love and devotion. She knew she would always treasure this moment, the punishment that brought them closer together.

She knew there would be more punishments in the future, but for now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of being Master Sam’s pet. And she knew, no matter what, she would always be his.