I think I might have been a little too bratty – the Climax!

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I could not hold back any longer.  A sob of frustration erupted through the gag.

Here I was, a mess of tears, coated with cum, my nipples searing with pain and sensitivity, my behind burning from the spanks, my body aching with need, so completely desperate for my release. 

My Master stepped towards me.  He removed the gag from my mouth.

“How is my little Brat doing?” he enquired animatedly, evoking laughter from the watching crowd.

Normally, I would have had a smart answer, an amusing come back.  Nothing.  I had nothing left to utter.  My entire focus was on my need for my climax.

“No rude remarks.  Good girl.”

He ran a reassuring hand across my back.

“Let’s just check that brattishness is truly gone.  I will count to ten.  You will thank me for each number.  When we reach ten, and only then, you have my permission to cum.  Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir,” I moaned, desperate for counting to begin, desperate for it to start so we could reach the end of it.

He circled me once more, building my anticipation and that of the watching audience.  Usually, I would have growled in impatient frustration, but no, my whole being was focused on my complete submission to my Master.

His hand drew back and landed a loud and firm slap across my buttocks.

I bit back a scream and listened attentively as he pronounced “One.”  “Thank you, Sir,” I responded.

A second spank quickly followed, burning across the backs of my thighs.  “Two.”  Again, I responded perfectly.

I awaited the next spank, but no.  He stepped before me and reached down, taking my breasts in his hands.  His fingers trailed down over them until just the nipples remained in his grasp and he pulled down on them.

They were so sensitised from the repeated clamping and the chains.  Tears welled in my eyes as he tugged.  “Three.”

I managed my “Thank you, Sir.”  He could hear the sob in my voice.  He twisted my nipples harshly, testing my submission as he called out “Four.”  My obedience remained despite the pain flooding my body; I started to float in a cloud of submissiveness.

His hands moved to my face, and he tapped my lips.  I opened wide as I knew he expected.  Two of his fingers slid into my mouth, pushing deep, testing my gag reflex.  I put up no resistance and gagged out my thank you as he counted again.

Circling me again, he stopped to my rear.  I tensed, waiting to see what was coming next.

His hand brushed against my soaking pussy, smearing my juices and then I felt his fingers pushing inside me.  I groaned softly as the sweet sensation of them entering me.  Yet I still responded as expected when he stated, “Six.”

As his fingers remained inside me, his thumb started to circle my arsehole.  The earlier toys had awakened this opening and his thumb slid deftly inside.  My “thank you Sir” took on a guttural tone after he called “Seven.”

His thumb and fingers were moving inside me, I knew my climax was dangerously close.  I fought to maintain my control.

His other hand reached between my legs and started to stroke backwards and forwards over my clit.  The sensation was so gentle, so exquisite.  My body started to arch, I fought harder.

I heard his words.  “Remember you don’t yet have permission.  Eight.”

“Thank you, Sir”.  I uttered the words almost robotically as I tried to contain myself.

The rubbing intensified into tight little circles on the nub of my clit.  The throes of submission and the breaking waves of pleasure had my coiled like a spring.  I felt like I was teetering on the brink, ready to break at any moment.

“Nine.”

“Thank you, Sir.”  The begging and pleading, the desperation obvious to every one of the onlookers.

The rhythm of his fingers working in and out of my holes, the circling against my clit was almost unbearable.  But the final trigger was his words.

“Well done for accepting your punishment for your behaviour.  Now you are going to demonstrate your complete submission, reaching your climax and feeling that most intimate release in front of all these people.  My gorgeous dirty little slut.”

He paused; my body started to buck.  I couldn’t hold back any longer.  “Ten,” he roared, and I cried out.  The intensity shattering inside me.  “Thank you, Sir,” rippling from my lips as hours of teasing and torment exploded.  Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me.

As I finally stilled, I realised I was crying and shaking.  I was aware of my Master shooing the onlookers away and unbuckling me from my restraints.  He took a seat and pulled me into his lap, wrapping me in a soft warm blanket.

He stroked my back and ran his hands through my hair, praising me and reassuring me.  I knew that evening I had been taken to the pinnacle of the torment I could bear, but also to the pinnacle of my pleasure.  I fell asleep in his arms, wondering what would happen if I was brattish again.