6. SP

"Pop, pop, pop..."

"Twelve, thirteen, whoop..."

One after another, sharp pains burst in the center of her thighs. Karina didn't dare to hold back. Clenching her teeth, she held the acrylic paddle and struck hard at the soft flesh at the base of her thighs. The dull thuds and the counting interlaced.

The acrylic paddle was a custom-printed design that Luis had specially picked out for her. When it hit her skin, it would leave a rose pattern. After just thirteen strokes, her inner thighs were already covered in rose petals, like a cluster of sensually alluring flowers.

Luis was so meticulous that it bordered on the obsessive. Not only did he check the degree of redness and swelling after she had been spanked thirty times, but he also listened to the sound of the paddle to ensure she wasn't secretly letting herself off easy.

Snap!

Another drop.

Karina didn't control her strength well and ended up stunning herself. She was in so much pain that she was gasping for breath.

"Ow, it hurts..."

"Forgot to count. That last one doesn't count," Luis reminded in a casual tone. His voice was so faint, almost indifferent and cold.

"Woohoo woohoo..."

How could this be! The puppy wanted to rebel, but it didn't dare. At the critical moment, it finally had some sense and smelled a bit of anger in his cold and indifferent voice. It seemed that the puppy had really annoyed Daddy.

"Daddy, the puppy really was wrong..." She drew out the last syllable.

"Don't act cute," he snorted through his nose. "Every time you say you know you're wrong, but every time you still dare to do it again. Daddy's little dog is a complete little liar."

Karina, who was ruthlessly exposed, lost half her spirit and stammered, "Daddy, don't be angry..."

"Keep going, China. Don't deceive the Chinese people."

Karina was completely drained. She was just giving up and swinging her racket with less and less force.

"The sound is too low," Luis warned.

"Daddy, why don't you just turn up the volume a bit? Wouldn't that be fine?" Karina sniffed and mumbled her complaint, then suddenly shuddered, realizing that now was not the time to drop a bombshell.

Sure enough, there was a two-second pause on the other end.

"Twenty more."

I'm dying.

Not daring to open her mouth to plead for mercy, Karina remained silent, clenching the acrylic leather paddle tightly. Her eyes couldn't help but turn a little red. She swung her wrist, hitting her own thigh with each strike, the pain forcing a moistness to well up under her lower eyelids.

A more and more sluggish rumble reverberated in the bedroom.

"Forty-eight..."

Karina's lips were almost bitten through the skin, her whole body was shaking, and her counting voice quivered with a hint of crying.

He asked, "Can you still hold on?"

No, I'm dying.

Karina's heart tightened and she felt inexplicably aggrieved, but on the surface she secretly upped the ante and still stubbornly said, "It's fine. The puppy can hold on."

"Forty-nine..."

"Fifty..."

"Thank you, master."

Finally, it was over. Karina's voice was hoarse and her eyes were sore. She blinked and let the tears roll down.

She was obsessed with pain, but now she didn't feel good at all. There was a deep emptiness inside her, and she longed for a soft embrace like a pillow. So she curled up, hugging her knees with her hands, a very secure posture.

It's as if I could hear her silent weeping.

Luis fell silent for a moment, his voice softening.

"Good little dog, open your legs."

Slowly, she spread her legs in an M shape, exposing everything to the front. Her skin was so pale it almost glowed, and the snow-white base of her legs was covered with fresh red marks. Always spoiled, fifty strokes nearly took half her life.

The hair stuck to the abnormally flushed face in a sticky way, but the inner thighs were even more pitifully red, from pink to red, and then to deep red, layer upon layer, like little roses blooming in the dead of night.

"Both my eyes are swollen." She looked pitiful, like a puppy wagging its tail and begging for mercy. After being beaten up, she now had the right to act spoiled again.

"And it's wet," Luis added pointedly. On the screen, the white bow-tie panties, with the oyster meat oozing out sticky love fluid, reminded him of that photo of her in a swimsuit.

The little dog misses daddy so much that it's wet...

Karina thought Luis would continue to be gentle, just as he always was when bringing her to climax. So she spread her legs as wide as possible, like a blooming rose silently inviting, "Daddy, play with your little doggy..."

"Not in a hurry."

Luis gave a light chuckle, which inexplicably made people feel a bit flustered.

"Crawl around the room first."

Karina stiffened all over, not daring to complain. She meekly assumed a kneeling position and then heard him speak again.

Remember to take the puppy's tail with you.

----------------------

end of the chapter