Slut Confession #44 (Story: Coquette's Training)

Master,

i will write more of this story for my confession.

coquette (i used to think that was an antiquated name when i was a child), became very wet as her master spanked her hard. he noticed her glistening juices seeping out of her spread pussy.

"just as i expected," he said as he slid two fingers into her slick pussy. he brought his fingers out and towards coquette's face.

"smell this", he said. she sniffed, curiously. he shoved his thick fingers into her mouth as he spanked her hard with his other hand.

"why is your pussy becoming so wet? you are here for punishment, yet you are enjoying this humiliation and pain. why is this?"she said nothing, but continued greedily sucking her own juices of her master's fingers. he withdrew his fingers and slapped her face.

"speak, coquette. what kind of a girl derives enjoyment in her unmentionable regions from being humiliated, exposed to a man more than twice her age and spanked soundly?"

she winced from the slap and answered nervously, "i...i don't know, sir"gently, he twisted her hair around his fingers and bent down into her ear to whisper, "i think you do know, coquette. i think you know the word for what you are."

"tramp?", she whispered in a high embarrassed voice. even when no one else could hear, she couldn't bring herself to announce such words.

he pulled her hair enough to give her pain and said, "yes, you are. and what more?""

harlot?"

"keep going. speak louder."

"strumpet? nymphet? tart? hussy? whore?"

by whore she was practically shouting.

he spanked her hard twice before answering, "slut. do you know you are a slut?" he shoved her fingers into her pussy, this time being sure it would hurt despite her well oiled state. but despite the pain, somehow, she wished he would shove his fingers in there again..and again and again. how? how did it make sense? those were her most private regions and she had never shown them to anyone, not even her old governess. how could she now, so humiliated and exposed from every crevice, desperately crave to feel a man's thick fingers shoved into her pussy, rubbing into her pussy? it was like an instant addiction. as soon as she felt the rough touch of a man inside her cunt, she longed to be filled up in that hole every second of the day. slut. was that the word? yes, she was a true slut.

coquette began to moan as her step father pushed his fingers in and out of her. "you are being punished for making too much noise and even while you are being punished, you can't control yourself into silence."

"i am sorrry, sir."

"if you are truly sorry and you have actually learned to appreciate the discipline i enforce on you, then you would ask for more punishment."

more? yes, she wanted more. it made no sense, but her pussy was making her want more punishment. it was as though her pussy controlled her. she whispered, still very embarrassed, "sir, please punish me further."

he withdrew her fingers and she let out a little sigh. she missed being filled up already. "on your knees on the bed with your head to the mattress. and keep your hands rendered useless, clasped behind your head." she adjusted her position to fulfill his orders. "spread your legs wide, slut. you have made your nature clear to me. keeping your legs together is to insult me as you lie to me when you claim modesty." he pressed the tip of his finger over her clitoris as he spoke, "now, this pussy is what causes you to misbehave so. when it isn't treated harshly, it makes you act out- your silly way of begging for discipline. and even now, it is the cause of your noise. thus, beg me to spank your pussy." beg him to what? but surely that would hurt. the skin there was moist and tender. surely he would show her mercy. he pulled on her clit very roughly.

she winced in pain and immediately began to beg her master, "sir, please spank my pussy."

he rubbed her outer labia back and forth and brought his hand down for a heavy swat." say thank you." (i blush because i think of You)

"thank you, sir" once, twice, ten times her master laid heavy swats on coquette's pussy. and the end, coquette teared and felt swelling pain, but felt more wet than ever and overwhelmed by her desire for her step father to fill her pussy again. she couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth, but she just couldn't control her desire, "thank you sir, please, please. fill my pussy again. i need to be filled up, please sir."

her master had become quite hard at the sight of coquette's completely helpless exposed state and took his cock out and touched it to the base of coquette's cunt. immediately, she pushed her body back, desperate to devour his cock. he spanked her ass hard, "don't move, slut. you must learn discipline. you will keep yourself exposed for my pleasure, not yours. do not move and do not make a sound."

with that, he shoved his hard cock into coquette's virgin pussy. he groaned in pleasure as her young slit felt very tight and provided him friction despite how lubricated it was. he pumped back and forth, drinking in the pleasure of coquette's very young body. she bit her tongue in an attempt not to moan. her breath became heavier. she didn't know what she wanted, but she felt overwhelmed with physical addiction each time her step father thrust his cock into her. she began to drool and knew her large breasts were swelling as blood rushed to them.

"please sir?"

"please sir what, slut?"she couldn't answer and only panted.

"it's so hard to be silent. so hard not to met your thrusts by moving back towards you."

he slapped her ass hard, which only made it harder for her to stay silent.she cried harder. not out of pain, but out of a frustration she simply could not understand. finally, her master spoke as he drilled into her by grabbing both sides of her ass, "let yourself go, slut. show how you have been rammed into submission by giving yourself to wanton pleasure."

coquette didn't fully understand his words, but immediately began to writhe around his hard cock and moan uncontrollably. finally, her master withdrew his cock and yanked her hair to turn her body over. he hosed coquette's tits and face with cum, enjoying the sight of his slut earning her appropriate uniform. she moved her hands to wipe the strange white liquid off her face, but her master twisted her nipple to stop her.

he said, "no. leave it there. let it dry and be reminded of what you are."what she was? a slut. she was covered in bodily fluids and realized that she relished the feeling- she loved any reminder of how it felt to be filled, humiliated and treated harshly. she loved all such vile things. yes, she was a slut.

coquette made sure to keep her legs spread as wide as possible as she lovingly sucked her master's cock while he relaxed in his opulent leather chair. she knew she should keep her wetness exposed when she worshiped his cock with her mouth. now, she understood that had she been a son or a homely girl, she would be of no use to her master and he would have rightfully thrown her onto the streets after all her misbehavior. to make sure her master could take full sexual pleasure from her body as was his right, it was only appropriate that she keep her back arched and tits pushed forward as she knelt naked at master's feet and put all her efforts into servicing his cock. her stepfather groaned a little and pulled coquette's throat by the leather dog collar he placed around her neck.

she understood now that as a dog belonged to the master of the house, her place was perfectly akin to a bitch owned beneath her master. sadly, she couldn't always wear the collar, but when her master placed it around her neck, she felt special- as though most strongly in touch with her true nature; completely naked, dog collared, on her knees, with a huge cock stuffed down her throat. she had always been clothed and well fed, but finally there was someone to maintain personal authority over her. her step father acted as the disciplinary figure her life always longed for and she felt entirely grateful that someone would finally tame her from being a wanton bitch into trained domesticated slut. it was all nearly too much to bear as her pussy grew more and more wet with thoughts of gratitude towards her master. her pussy absolutely ached to be filled up.

he was so close to allowing her to swallow his come. she moaned softly. she knew she was supposed to be a quiet slut, but her wet pussy was driving her into ecstasy faster than she could control. she focused her mind. no. you must be silent, slut coquette. master will be displeased if you disturb him with noise. she could not disrespect her master by letting the pussy he owned make her do things he would not have her do. keeping silent, she concentrated and deep throated all of his cock until he came hard into her throat.

coquette's face looked like she had just touched the divine as she kept swallowing all her master's cum. it was the most delicious liquid she could imagine and she more than loved the taste, she was addicted to it. she thought of milking cum from her master's cock with her fuck holes every free second of the day. somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that if someone served her cum as a garnish to food, she would not have liked it. in fact, she would have thought it tasted terrible. but since she only knew of cum as a symbol of her master's approval, it became the most important substance in her world.

"thank you, sir." she cleaned his cock gently with her tongue and kissed it adoringly. "thank you for letting me drink your cum again."

he patted her on the head. "your tongue is quite dexterous. like your mother's. not surprising." coquette nodded, obediently. she wondered about her mother's true nature. did she directly inherit her slut character from her mother? oftentimes, she could taste the flavor of pussy juice on master's cock while she sucked it. she made sure to thoroughly clean her mother's cunt juice off master's cock to return it to its proper pristine condition. she felt so useful when she could serve her master's cock by cleaning it in addition to pleasuring it with her oral skills. her stepfather rose from his chair and buttoned up his trousers. he looked godlike to coquette in his pinstripe suit and matching black and white oxford shoes. he looked down to coquette, still kneeling naked besides the chair.

"put a dress on, slut. i am going to take you somewhere special today..."

thank You,
kittyslut