He grunted as he worked her all the way onto his shaft, lifting and impaling her fully now.  He could feel his cockhead striking against her inner limits as he let her own weight drive her down onto him.  His grip about her waist was solid, and he leaned forward a little to press her soft flesh more firmly against the rough bark to scrape and bite at her.<br/><br/>The dagger he kept in place, even as she leaned her head back away from it he kept it close, not caring that he was adding a series of tiny cuts to the bruises he'd already left there.<br/><br/>"You can still end this punishment," he grunted, "Tell your master you are sorry and I'll let my slave rest and recover.  I'll even let you heal your foot before we leave to walk you to your new home."