Babygirl’s Clittie Gets Punished – BDSM


Story contains: md/lg, anal, orgasm denial, humiliation, clitoral punishment/pain, impact play, and consensual nonconsent. All characters are over the age of 18. Babygirl and Mommy are in a consensual relationship and are not related to each other. Do not read if these themes offend you.

Backstory for this one: Several years ago, I had a blog where I’d write short captions on similar themes. Towards the end of my time posting to the blog, after babygirl’s clittie had been off limits for a while (as part of being an anal-only girl), I started hinting that maybe babygirl’s clittie would be used for punishments in the future. I got a reply saying how willing they were to read about Mommy hurting babygirl’s clittie, but the blog closed before I could write anything concrete down. This is for that one user, if they’re still out there. Babygirl’s clittie finally does get punished.

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Babygirl sat in Mommy’s lap, completely naked, legs spread wide. Mommy’s hand was on one of her breasts, pinching her stiff nipple, while her other hand was underneath babygirl’s bottom, pressing on babygirl’s pluggie. Not just pressing on it, either: tugging it, jiggling it, twirling it, teasing babygirl’s hole in every way she could think of without actually removing it. Babygirl’s front slit was dripping, and her spread legs let Mommy see exactly what was happening between her legs.

On the TV in front of them, porn was playing. This time, Mommy had selected a compilation of girls making themselves orgasm, often while fucking their cunts.

As Mommy played with her pluggie, she teased her little girl. “How does it feel to be sat here, watching other girls cum when you can’t?” she said, tugging babygirl’s nipple again.

Babygirl blushed, squirming a little bit. “I- I’m so jealous… I want to cum so badly,” she whispered. “But I know I’m not allowed…”

“That’s right, sweetie. Other girls are allowed to cum, but not you. You need to be kept wet and denied instead, right?”

“Y-Yes, Mommy,” babygirl said. “If I don’t cum, I’m wetter and needier for mommy.”

“Exactly right, little one. And that’s exactly how you should be, nice and wet and desperate for your Mommy. And how do you feel, seeing them fucking their little pussies?”

“I- I don’t know, Mommy,” babygirl said. “It’s been so long since I had anything in my front hole… mostly I just- just want to get properly fucked, myself…”

“And what do you mean, properly fucked?”

Babygirl blushed crimson, shaking her head a little bit as she tried to discover somewhere to hide. But she couldn’t, and in any case, her throbbing clittie would give her away in an instant. “I mean- in my bottom, Mommy,” she said. “I- I want to be fucked hard in my bottom hole.”

“Good girl,” Mommy said, manipulating babygirl’s pluggie some more. “Mommy loves hearing that babygirl has taken to her role as an anal slut for Mommy so well… that you’ve accepted that other girls get fucked in their pussies, but you get fucked in your bottom. In fact, you’re not even allowed to call your front hole a pussy anymore, are you, baby? No, you have a cunny or a front hole, not a pussy.”

“I- I love how it feels to get fucked in my bottom, Mommy,” she whispered, blushing.

“What about seeing those girls with their bottoms empty? Would you like to have an empty bottom, not be constantly filled and stretched by your pluggies?”

“Oh- oh no, Mommy,” babygirl said immediately. “It was scary, at first, hearing that you expected me to be plugged at all times, but now- now I don’t want to be empty for a minute. I love being constantly plugged. I don’t feel right if I’m left empty. Please don’t leave me empty, Mommy…”

“Shhh, don’t worry, babygirl. Mommy loves you plugged as well, and I promise I’ll keep you nice and full.”

Babygirl relaxed. There was silence for a few minutes, broken only by the moans and squeals from the TV and by babygirl’s soft panting as Mommy toyed with her.

Then: “How long has it been since your clittie-button was touched, babygirl?”

“Oh… it’s been months, Mommy… maybe- maybe three months? You- you edged my clittie for hours, and then told me it wasn’t appropriate for me to have my clittie touched anymore…”

“And why isn’t it appropriate, baby?”

“You- you said I get distracted,” babygirl said. “You said that other girls are allowed to have their clitties touched, but not me. You said I needed to concentrate on my bottom hole, and that all my pleasure should come from there. You said I didn’t really need my clittie anymore, and its only purpose was to tell Mommy how aroused I was…”

“And how long has it been since you touched your own clittie?”

Babygirl’s eyes widened. “That- that hasn’t been allowed since we first got together!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t touched my own clittie in over a year.”

“How do you feel now, after your clittie has been untouched for months?”

“My- my clittie still wants to be touched,” babygirl said, her cheeks on fire. “Sometimes it gets so, so big and needy that I think I’d do anything for a touch. Not even for a cummie, just a touch. But… but it’s so squirmy-hot that Mommy can take even something so fundamental away… that it’s not just my cummies you can take away, but any touch on my button at all… and it makes me drip so much when you tease me about it… when you call it my useless clittie or when you remind me that other girls, even other denied little girls, get their buttons touched, but not me…”

Mommy smiled softly, pinching babygirl’s nipple harder. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, and I think I was wrong that your clittie is useless,” she said, kissing babygirl’s neck.

“What do you mean, Mommy?” Babygirl couldn’t help a shiver.

“Well, remember how you mentioned me saying all your pleasure should come from your bottom hole?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Mommy thinks you’ve been getting far too much pleasure from your hard little clittie, even though it isn’t getting touched anymore. After all, it still feels good to throb and pulse and feel your button get all stiff for mommy, right?”

“Y-Yes, Mommy- but- but I can’t help that,” babygirl said.

“I know you can’t,” Mommy said soothingly. “So I think what your clittie really needs is to be punished for taking your focus away from your bottom hole, don’t you? Every time it gets all big and hard and distracting, it needs to have a clothespin put on it, or be spanked, or otherwise punished, until it’s all sore and you don’t want it touched anymore.”

“N-no, please, Mommy,” babygirl begged. “I don’t want you to hurt my button!”

Mommy grinned and peeked down between babygirl’s legs. “Your button is telling me something different, baby,” she said teasingly. “I can see it throbbing harder than it was before, and your juices are just pouring out of you…”

“That- that’s different!” babygirl said, squirming a bit. “That’s just because you’re teasing me!”

“I don’t think so,” Mommy said. “I think it’s because you’re thinking about what it would be like to have your clittie hurt… to have Mommy tease you about how other girls get nice, soft strokes on their clitties, but you get spanked on yours… to feel sore between your legs and know it’s because Mommy wanted your clittie to hurt, so it does… to know that Mommy controls you this thoroughly, that you’d let me treat your little button however I want, even if it hurts…”

Babygirl squirmed more, groaning softly. “N-no! I- I don’t want that,” she said. “Please don’t hurt my clittie, please!”

Mommy’s hands grew gentler, stroking softly over babygirl’s tummy instead of teasing as before. “Remember, babygirl, you can always use your safeword, if you need to,” she said. “Then we’ll drop it, and there won’t be any hard feelings, and Mommy will just snuggle you until you calm down, okay?”

Babygirl took a deep breath, turning in Mommy’s arms and hugging her, burying her face in Mommy’s shoulder. “N-no, Mommy,” she whispered. “I don’t want to safeword… It sounds scary, but hot too… but I- I want to say no… And then have Mommy force me to spread my legs and hurt my button no matter what I say.”

Mommy smiled, squeezing her little girl tight. “That sounds perfect,” she said, kissing the top of babygirl’s head. “Now, is your button distracting you right now? Throbbing and aching to be touched?”

Babygirl squeaked softly and nodded hesitantly.

“Then I think it needs to be punished,” Mommy announced.

“No, Mommy!” babygirl exclaimed, pressing herself closer. “Please don’t hurt my button… please…”

Mommy grinned and sneaked her hand between their bellies, snaking down and touching her babygirl’s clittie for the first time in months. Babygirl gasped, jolting her hips involuntarily. After so long, it felt unbelievably good, everything she’d been dreaming of since Mommy took those touches away. Then she felt Mommy’s strong fingers crushing her sensitive little button, making her yelp with pain and try to squirm away. But Mommy’s other arm was locked around her and she couldn’t go anywhere. Mommy twisted it a little, eliciting another yelp.

“Please, Mommy… please let go… please let go of my clittie,” babygirl begged. She felt so helpless, held tight in Mommy’s arms like this.

Mommy laughed softly, letting go. “I thought you wanted me to touch your clittie, sweetie,” she said teasingly.

Babygirl blushed. “I- I did- but not to hurt it!” she said.

Mommy leaned forward and whispered in babygirl’s ear, “It’s so hot to hear you beg for your clittie not to be touched… Mommy’s clit is throbbing hearing you beg. You’re going to eat me out so good later.”

Babygirl squeaked again, feeling another gush of wetness despite herself. Having to give Mommy pleasure while she was denied never failed to make her feel so owned and controlled, giving up her own orgasm and making Mommy cum simply because Mommy had asked her to do both. Mommy usually teased her while she brought her to orgasm, too, which made her squirm even more, her cheeks burning and her cunny dripping. She thought how much wetter she’d be if Mommy teased her about her freshly punished clittie while she ate her out.

“Up we get, baby,” Mommy said, helping her to her feet. “I’m going to cuff you to the bed so I can properly punish that needy little clittie of yours, and not just with my fingers.”

“No… Mommy, please no… I’ll be good… I’ll keep my focus on my bottom hole, I promise!” babygirl pleaded. Mommy shook her head and tugged her over to the bed, pushing her down onto it.

“It’s okay, baby,” she said. “I know what your clittie really needs, and I know sometimes you get confused. You probably think your button needs to be stroked, or used to give you pleasure, but Mommy knows better. Mommy’s little girl really needs her little clittie punished. After all, it’ll be so much easier not to want your clittie played with when it’s nice and sore, won’t it?”

Babygirl squeaked again and concentrated on trying to keep her hands out of the cuffs, but eventually Mommy wrestled each of her wrists into the cuffs mounted on the bed posts. After that, she gave up, letting Mommy put her ankles into cuffs too, feeling her leaking cunny spread wide open. She blushed furiously and closed her eyes.

“Oh my, baby,” she heard Mommy say. “You’re dripping wet… your cunny is all puffy and spread open for me. You love this, don’t you?”

Babygirl twisted and tested the cuffs a little, but couldn’t move more than a few inches.

“And your pluggie looks lovely, too… spreading your hole so nicely,” Mommy said. “I’m glad we picked a nice thick one for today, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” said babygirl. “I love feeling my pluggie in my bottom… and it’s even better when it’s really, really big…”

Mommy grinned, reaching out and giving babygirl a slap on her exposed cunny. Babygirl yelped again. She felt so controlled, held like this in the cuffs. She was absolutely at Mommy’s mercy. She could do nothing to shut her legs or hide her cunny, and she could feel her lips spread wide and her clittie throbbing away, impossible to miss. She felt herself sinking a little, letting her arms fall limp. She wanted to cum desperately, but she knew that wasn’t an option right now. She had no options left. She was gonna have her clittie punished, and denied, and then she was gonna give Mommy the orgasm she didn’t get. Just as it at all times did, everything felt incredibly simple. Her body relaxed a little bit.

Mommy watched her babygirl’s reaction to the cuffs and the slap. She smiled when she saw babygirl begin to sink into subspace properly and reached out, lightly running her fingers of one hand over babygirl’s soft inner thighs. “That’s it, good girl,” she said. “Trust Mommy to take care of that naughty little clittie of yours, all right?”

Babygirl nodded, breathing deeply. “Yes, Mommy,” she whispered.

Mommy smiled and held up the object in her other hand. “This is a clothespin, baby,” she said. “I know you’ve had them on your nipples before, but this time it’s going on your clittie. I’ll spread your lips and then count down, and apply it on the count of three, okay?”

Babygirl nodded. She felt Mommy’s fingers spreading her cunny aside, and heard her say “Three… two… one…” and then the bite of the clothespin. Truthfully, Mommy had selected one with a fairly weak spring for the first time, but it still hurt more than Mommy’s fingers had done, biting into her clittie and making her squeal. Her hips moved involuntarily, squirming all around on the bed in an effort to get it off. Mommy nestled between babygirl’s legs and watched from very close up, running her fingers over babygirl’s thighs again in soothing rubs. “There, there,” she said, “I know it hurts, but your clittie needs to learn it can’t be the center of your pleasure… and if it wants to be the center of attention, we’ll have to do it painfully.”

Babygirl panted and whimpered, jerking in the restraints. Mommy left her to it for a little while, keeping her hands on babygirl’s legs to assure the girl she hadn’t gone anywhere. Finally, she reached out and spanked babygirl’s cunny downwards, so that the pin came off after three strikes. But spanking it off brought a fresh round of squeals from babygirl, the pinching hurting more as it pulled, especially in combination with the spanks. Mommy waited until babygirl’s breathing had returned to ordinary, then said, “Are you okay, sweetie?”

Babygirl took a deep, shuddering breath. “Yes, Mommy,” she said.

“Good,” said Mommy. “Now I’m going to spank your cunny and your button with my soft leather flogger. It won’t hurt as much as the clothespin, but you’ll need to thank me after every strike, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy sat up and grabbed her flogger, the bright turquoise standing out against babygirl’s reddened skin. “Ready, baby?”

Babygirl nodded, and a moment later felt the first strike. It did hurt, but in a curious way, it was still almost like having her clittie touched, over and over. It certainly wasn’t the same as the crushing pain of the clothespin. After a few strokes, she felt the endorphins kicking in, and the spanks stopped being pain-with-pleasure and became just pleasure. She felt her hips rocking up into the blows, and her gasped “Thank you, Mommy!” after each one became a little more than ritual, but something she truly meant. She felt her cheeks burn as she realized she was gonna edge. She was gonna edge from Mommy punishing her clittie, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It was deeply humiliating. Mommy had been right, other girls got their buttons touched gently and softly, even denied girls, but she got her clittie punished, and she enjoyed it.

She tried to put it off for as long as efficient, hoping Mommy would stop before she had to admit it, but finally she gasped out, “Edge!”

Mommy grinned and stopped, giving her some time to get her breath back and back away from the edge. “So, babygirl loves having her clittie punished, does she?”

Babygirl shook her head from side to side, trying to hide her face, but there was nowhere to hide. “Y-yes, Mommy,” she said. “I- I can’t help it…”

“Of course you can’t, baby,” said Mommy. “Mommy told you, she knows best how your clittie needs to be treated, and your clittie needs to be punished. Now, ask Mommy to punish your clittie some more.”

“P-please punish my clittie,” babygirl said, closing her eyes and blushing hotly. “Please hurt my clittie… it feels so good when you spank it…”

“Good girl,” said Mommy, flicking her wrist again and slapping babygirl’s clittie with the flogger’s soft strands. She did this over and over, until babygirl gasped out, “Edge!” again.

Mommy backed off, then started again, every time babygirl called out that she’d edged. Babygirl lost track of time, lost track of individual blows, just floated along on the pleasure and the need growing in her every time she edged. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how desperate it was making her. It felt like her clittie was pounding in time to the rhythm of the blows, throbbing and throbbing and making her utterly desperate. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please let me cum,” she begged. “Please, please, I need to cum so badly, Mommy, please, please let me cum…”

“No, baby,” Mommy said, and babygirl whimpered. She knew the answer would be no, but she was so desperate, so needy, her clittie aching so badly from the need to cum. It was overwhelming. Mommy backed off one final time, stroking babygirl’s hips. “That’s my girl,” she said, and reached up quickly to take the cuffs off babygirl’s wrists, then down to take them off her ankles. Then she lay down next to her, gathering babygirl into her arms and stroking her hair. Babygirl snuggled in, breathing hard. Mommy held her tight, squeezing her in and letting her calm down.

Finally, babygirl turned a little in Mommy’s arms and whispered, “Thank you, Mommy…”

Mommy smiled. “Talk to me, sweetie,” she said. “Did you like that?”

Babygirl blushed and looked away slightly. “Y-yes, Mommy,” she said. “It was so scary, but so hot, too. I didn’t expect to edge from it. It’s so blushy and humiliating, knowing that Mommy can not just ban me from having my clittie touched, but also hurt my clittie just because you want to, or you decide it’s good for me. It turned me on even more to tell you no and have you do it anyway, giving me no choice at all… I felt like such an owned little toy. And my clittie is so sore now, even though I edged a whole lot, I really don’t want anything touching it at all…”

Mommy grinned, messing up babygirl’s hair. “Mommy was right, your little button does need to be punished sometimes. I think from now on, we’ll have to punish it regularly. How does that sound, baby?”

Babygirl blushed again, squirming a little. “R-really good, Mommy,” she said.

“Now… are you ready to give Mommy an orgasm?”

“Oh, yes please, Mommy!”

“Good,” said Mommy. “Let’s see… I think for today, Mommy wants her ass plugged, too. Mommy’s clit has been throbbing this whole time, just like yours. Mommy’s ass is going to be plugged, just like yours. It’ll be almost like we’re the same… except Mommy’s going to cum so hard on her baby’s face, while baby’s sore little clittie is left needy and unsatisfied.”

Babygirl shivered, squirming, and sat up to watch Mommy lube up a plug, then ease it into her ass. Mommy moaned softly, feeling the unaccustomed pleasure as the plug opened her up, then felt the plug seat firmly in her ass. “That feels so good, baby… do you like how Mommy’s ass looks, plugged?”

Babygirl nodded. “It looks so good! And I know it feels so good…”

“Lay back, baby, Mommy’s going to sit on your face,” she said, smiling. Babygirl did just that, laying back and making herself comfortable on the bed. She felt the mattress dip, then her Mommy’s thighs on both sides of her head as Mommy straddled her, breathing in the scent of Mommy’s juices. This close, it was obvious that Mommy wasn’t lying about her clit throbbing, or about how turned on she was. Mommy’s pussy was wet and her clit was hard, demanding attention.

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