Deepest Pleasure

Chapter 4

The pressure grows in her belly , each down stroke of His hand on her lower stomach pushing on her bladder. She sobs out with a loud sound as she swipes at Him with her fingernails, wanting to hurt, needing to get away, hair caught in His grip so tightly that her skin is pulled taut on her face.

Screaming out as His hand leaves her belly and strikes her breasts, the heated flush creeping over then under the soft cotton of her t-shirt, raw and sore, eyes flying open, glittering with unshed tears as He then returns to pushing on her belly.

His voice whispering in her ear in a dark monotone, "I'm going to teach you , you little bitch, exactly what it means to feel ashamed of your actions. You are being punished, and you will accept that fact. If you ever strike out at me again, I will slap more than your breasts. You will have a spanking that will leave you laying on your belly for days. Now come on, baby, let go, pee on the floor for me. You can do it. Let go, give me the control that I seek. You know you want to. Once you do, this will be over and forgotten. You will be forgiven and allowed to move on to other things".

Trying to shake her head, body trembling, the cramping severe in her belly as He keeps pushing on her bladder, her face hot with shame and tears, snot running down from her nose as she tries to wipe at her face. Every movement only increasing the pressure on her bladder as he bows her back harder with a hard pull in her long hair.

She screams out and feeling her own hot pee running down her ass cheeks as she finally feels her bladder let go. Hysterically crying, trying to catch her breath as she hears the hissing of it as it strikes the tiles. Her hands flying up to cover her face, sobbing into them, never in her life having felt so dirty and ashamed, thinking that this is the end of her and she will never want to be seen again.

Suddenly she feels His hand stroking the side of her face, her bruised cheek. His fingertips softly caressing her, His voice making soothing sounds as she sobs, body trembling, her hair released as He pulls her against His chest and rubs her back. Allowing her to cry unheeded for a few minutes, until His voice and words penetrate her psyche, "good girl, very good little girl, you did it. You took your punishment. That's it, baby, let it go, feel the pleasure you have been allowed in pleasing me. It's over now, and hopefully it will not have to be repeated. You will be free to use the bucket, and you should have learned now that my word is law".

Her hiccups echo back at her from His chest as she listens to His strangely soothing words, finding herself wanting to curl into the warmth and kindness He is offering. His hands making her body feel calm again. The hot stench of her own urine striking her nose as she crinkles it and buries it in His chest, only to whimper out as she is pushed away, eyes looking up at His long legs as He rises from His squatting position, her own arms wrapping around her upper body at the sudden chill that His releasing her has left behind.

"Now then, it's almost dinner time, I will see you later, little girl. I expect that mess to be cleaned up. Normally you would be cleaning such a mess with your dirty little mouth, but we can save that in case you have issues cleaning up your language. For now use the clothes and place them in the laundry basket next to them. You will have your chore time later. You can wash them then. When I return, we will see what you have learned, and perhaps you will get a chance to speak, if I find your attitude pleasing."

With that He turns on His heels and strides out of the dimly lit room, closing the door solidly behind Him and leaving her huddled by her own puddle of pee on the floor, tear streaked and straggly from her punishment. Slowly turning and reaching for a cloth, dipping it in the bowl of fresh water as she places it over her flushed face, trying to stop her tears as she rests her aching cheek in the crook of her palm, quietly wiping up the urine on the floor and trying not to gag at the thought of having to lick that up, knowing she would revolt and probably earn more pain. Placing the cloth in the basket and slowly moving to rise and move to the corner she has made her sleeping corner, paling as she suddenly drops back to the floor, her head spinning with a just learned lesson. Crawling on her hands and knees like an animal over to the corner, ignoring the small sensation in the back of her head that keeps reminding her of how pleasant it was to be told "good girl", and feel His gentle caresses after the pain He had given her. Her fingers tangling in her messy hair as she curls on her side and closes her eyes to rest until her Trainer returns to the room.