A Troubled Soul's Method of Punishment (NSFW) (WIP)

Alton looks up from his tea, to see Gibla standing next to him with a smug expression. The two of them have been on the lam for days after hanging that man last week, and the peaceful comfort that tea brings Alton helps him get through his hectic life. Gibla finds pleasure in other ways.
"Do you have something to say?" Alton murmurs while sipping his tea.
Gibla lifts her leg and places it on Alton's lap. "Do you notice something odd here?" she says as she gestures to the splatter of blood on her pants.
Alton's eyes widen, as a haunted look appears on his face. "My dear, I hadn't n-noticed the stains. I didn't clean them thoroughly."
Alton begins to squirm and sweat excessively.
"You see, if we keep making mistakes like these, we're going to get caught!" Gibla growls as she cracks a devilish grin.
"P-please forgive me." Alton whimpers, as his face burns red. He's suffered the punishment for this mistake before, and he knows that Gibla knows no mercy when it comes to punishment.
Gibla smacks the tea out of Alton's hand. His cup shatters on the forest ground, scattering shards of white porcelain. She leans on Alton's chest, digging her claws into his ribcage.
"If you don't suffer, you won't learn," Gibla sensually whispers in Alton's ears, sending shivers down his spine.
Alton continues to plead as Gibla removes her gloves, revealing her olive green hands. She cracks her knuckles against his ribs, causing him to squeal in pain.
She smacks Alton across across the face, leaving a cherry red mark on his cheek.
Gibla continues smacking Alton's face, berating him in between smacks. "This--is--what--you--deserve--you--piece--of--shit!"
She knocks him to the ground, face down. "Lick my boots clean!" she shouts at Alton. He leans down to plant kisses on the warm leather soles.
"Y-yes dear. Thank you for your mercy." Alton says with a mouthful of dirt.
Gibla laughs at her subject's thanks. "My pleasure."
Alton laps up the dirt from Gibla's boots, as well as her sweat seeping through the soles.
Gibla checks her boots. "I still see some dirt on here. Honey, when will you learn?"
She suddenly stands up, and moves behind Alton, who is still lying on the ground face down. "Let's getst these legs spread, shall we?"
"N-no, please! Give your shoes back, I'll clean them better!" Alton begs as Gibla ignores him, pulling down his trousers and spreading his legs, revealing his swollen scrotum, already decently bruised from previous kicks from his sadistic lover.
Gibla giggles at Alton's erect cock before licking her lips. It's a habit of hers to do this whenever fresh meat is nearby, being half-goblin. "What do we have here? A pathetic excuse of a dick. Fits you well, honey." She feels sick just thinking about what she's going to do to him.
She slowly lifts her leg over Alton's testes, as Alton stops pleading and takes a deep breath. "Ah, this never gets old," she says to herself.
Gibla slams her heel down onto Alton's poor ballsack, causing him to let out a high-pitched cry that echoes through the forest.
"I thank you, my dear, f-for teaching me a lesson," mutters Alton, as he starts to get up.
Gibla shouts "Lie back down!" before grinding her heel into the ground, mincing Alton's testicles in the process.
Alton lets out a guttural scream of agony. He attempts to get up again, but the pain is so excruciating that he can barely operate, and his twitching body stumbles and falls back on the leaves. He tries to beg Gibla to show mercy, but he only mutters exhaustedly. "I've le-learned my l-es-son."
Gibla smirks, and raises her leg again. "I don't think so. I needst to see blood." she repeatedly kicks Alton's tender nutsack until he goes completely limp. Alton lets out a loud yelp after every kick.
Alton's jewels finally burst, as a loud pop echoes. "Well, I don't think you'll be using those anytime soon!" she sneers.
"Why must you do this to me? Why must I suffer?" weeps Alton, holding back tears and puke.
"It feels so good to hurt someone so badly, especially if they deserve it." responds Gibla.
Gibla begins to pull Alton's pants back up, and gets him to stand. She gives Alton a devious smile, then she grabs his collar, and gives him a long, passionate kiss. "And you deserve all the pain I can give."

Later that day, Alton heads to a nearby town to buy ice, in the hopes of numbing the nauseating pain coming from what remains from his demolished testicles.
"What brings you here, sir?" asks the shopkeeper.
"I'd like some ice, for a wound."
"A wound? What's a little wound to a man like you?"
"It's becau-- it's for my lady."
The sun sets as Alton finally returns to the bonfire he and Gibla had made yesterday. Alton looks around the bonfire, and his lady is nowhere to be found in the dark twilight of the forest. He gives a content smile, as he, once again, knows what's coming. He sits at the bonfire, about to rekindle it with his leftover oil.
Suddenly, a tiny, clawed hand grabs Alton's shoulder, which makes him jump in shock. It doesn't take him long to realize whose it is.
"Oh sweets, you know punishment hurts me too." says Gibla, in an attempt to console Alton.
"You don't need to lie to me." replies Alton, in between moans of pain.
"Well, that's good to hear. But nontheless, I needst to do this so you'll be obedient."
Alton nods his head in resignation. "Yes, I do deserve this. I- I love you, dear." He leans in to kiss Gibla's blushing cheek.
Gibla pulls away, and lightly palms Alton's face."Hey! I'm the one who does the kissin'!" she asserts playfully.
Alton rubs his cheek as he gives her a knowing smile. He then picks up GIbla's limp hand, and plants a wet kiss on her knuckles. "Is this more to your liking?" he purrs while holding her hand.
The couple both blush bright red, though they can't see it under the starry night sky. Gibla pulls her hand away from Alton's embrace to feel her crotch area. "Deary me, you've got me all wet!" she giggles shyly. Her face is burning crimson red with embarrassment.
"We mustn't get your pants dirtier, dear." Alton says. "Give them to me, I'll clean them." He removes Gibla's boots, revealing her sweating feet, which are also blushing bright red. She covers her face to hide her blush, before realizing that he can't see her face, which makes her confident enough to try and seduce him.
"Honey, I thinks you deserve a reward." Gibla says as Alton continues removing her pants. "But could you light the bonfire for me?"
Alton stops stripping Gibla. "Of course. I know how you love ambience." he remarks as he gets up to light the oil.
Gibla, standing behind him, gives Alton a warm hug, though she only reaches his waist due to their size difference. "I love you too, honey."