The Scotsman and the Porcelain Fox Pt. 5

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… The Fox felt numb all over. Paralysed. Her head spun terribly, and she thought for a second
that she may vomit and blackout. She knew she'd been struck. The first thought was why?
She was certain he desired her and meant to fuck her, but now she wondered if she'd found
herself in real danger. The echo of the impact across her ass cheeks had made such a clean,
piercing sound that bounced around the room she wasn't even sure if she'd made a sound
herself. She must have, because her ass hurt like a bitch, she cursed to herself. Before she
could process all this information properly, another savage jolt tore through her senses. And
this time she did yelp. Loud and clear. If he means to hurt me, he'll know about it. Staying
silent would be a task in any event, she knew. Sure, as night follows day, another lashing from
his powerful hand came thick and fast. She let out another yelp. This time The Scotsman
tensed his left hand and held her tighter. He doesn't like me screaming, she knew instantly.
As shocked as she was at the insanity taking place, what The Scotsman did next surprised her.
His next touch was gentle and strangely reassuring. He caressed her left foot sole, then her
upper thigh, and ran his warm palm across the curve of her ass cheeks so softly she began to
tremble as goosebumps ran riot across her blazing hot flesh. Her heart was beating out her
chest like demon's hooves trampling her from inside now. Along with the tender sensation of
The Scotsman's strokes, it was all becoming too much to bear.
She dared to look around. The Scotsman's gaze was fixated on his hand travelling across her
reddened flesh, but when he saw The Fox look around his eyes met hers. She felt as if her
heart had skipped a beat and would possibly stop if this madness continued. She needed
something from his eyes. What was the purpose of all this? The answer came quickly. The
reassurance from his soft strokes was now confirmed in the depths of his ice blue eyes. He
doesn't mean to do me lasting harm she now knew. Without the need for words, as if they
were connected in mind and soul, she now felt that no matter where this was headed, she
was safe in his energy.
A captive of his of sorts, sure, as she was certainly going nowhere until it was over, but it felt
safe at least, although if she ever tried to explain 'why' in the future, she knew it'd be a
hopeless exercise. But the feeling was all that mattered now, and she began to understand
the reason behind all this as The Scotsman flashed that devilish grin once more as he cocked
his muscular tattooed right arm back to send his hand crashing back down across her
scorched skin. He is punishing me, she confirmed in her head. This is punishment. All those
flirty moments they had shared had been *** for him just as it was for her, she now
realised. He is letting his frustrations out, and due to the part she'd played in their dangerous
flirtatious dances of the mind and eyes, she decided to give herself to his disciplining with all
her heart, mind, body and soul. Resigned to her fate, The Fox took every strike now with
newly born resolve. She winced slightly less each time, and the yelps that once bounced
around the room now rattled around the inside of her clenched mouth and teeth.
The Scotsman had read the scene perfectly and knew now they were on the same page
completely. The connection had been made and now they were both partners in crime on
this wild adventure. The way she knew how to follow his wishes without a word spoken
endeared her to him so much more, and there was no doubt that his arousal toward his
Porcelain Fox would only continue to heighten intensely from here on out. As the ***
rushed from every area of his body to his cock, he knew it was time. A few moments passed
as the echoes of the last lashing and muffled yelp faded to nothing and the room returned to
peace. The Scotsman reached into his pocket and took out his leather pouch. The sight of the
bunch of black tie-wraps protruding from the slightly open zipper sent yet more jolts of
electric current through his body and mind. The veins in his hands and arms bulged due to
the heat outside and the relentless hammering he'd given his fox. He was on fire inside and
out. And this was only the beginning…
The Fox dared to look around once more. She knew something else was in store as The
Scotsman had stopped her punishment, but what next…? She caught sight of the pouch and
marvelled at the undoubtedly expensive leather. He has class, she thought, but it was hardly
surprising. The clutch of black tie-wraps sticking out the zipper, however, was a surprise. She
pondered what new devilry he had in store for her for a few heartbeats, but it was short
lived. There was now an urgency in The Scotsman's movements that showed his mind was set
on some new plan of action. Before she could blink, The Fox was removed from the bed. Her
legs were weak, and it took all her power to not collapse to the floor in a heap by The
Scotsman's knees and hug into him. No, not yet. He's not finished with me yet.
As before, the power behind The Scotsman's guidance at the small of The Fox's back was like
a *** of nature, and she knew there was simply no point in fighting against where he
wished to lead her. She was in too deep now to ever look back. Ever. But when they began to
approach the sliding doors that led to the scorching balcony, a fresh wave of *** hit The Fox
like a tidal wave, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead that left her messy hair stuck to
her scalp. She knew he was a daring and ***less type just from their interactions so far, but
the balcony... what could he possibly want with me on the balcony…? Her ass ached and had
handprints emblazoned across them like burning hot brands. Her white thong was nothing
more than a drenched piece of skimpy fabric that housed a throbbing, raging, soaked pussy.
She was a sweating, heavy-breathing hot mess and couldn’t even fathom her stern stranger
finding her attractive now. But… she had come this far and was seeing this the whole way
through, no matter what trouble it would get her into or how much of a bedraggled mess she
felt like. And so, with a long gulp and inhale of breath, The Fox crossed the threshold into
another depth of the blazing hot hell she had found herself feeling strangely at home in. Her
last thought was, I really am a bad girl…