erotic, I was starting to
moan.
“I. Think. Someone. Likes. Being.
Spanked.” he said, punctuating each word with a swat.
“Oooh, yeesss.” I moaned, then he hit me
really hard.
“Yes what?” he slapped me again.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.” He said as he rubbed my now
burning ass. “Like I said, I wasn’t planning on punishing you today, or even
this weekend, but it seems to me that you needed this.” I was panting so hard,
it was like I couldn’t get enough air. And I couldn’t believe what came out of
my mouth next,
“Thank you, Sir.” Yes, I just thanked him
for spanking me. I don’t know what came over me, but it did feel like I needed
it. I think I heard him chuckle, as he continued to stroke my ass, which felt
so good, I started unconsciously moving my hips.
“Stay still, little bird.” And I stopped
my hips, but I was so horny I thought I might explode. As if he read my mind he
dipped a finger in my sopping wet pussy. “Oh my, Jennifer, you do like being spanked. Well now, that’s
a problem.” He said as he leisurely circled my opening, running his fingers up
and down my lips, just enough to get me more and more frustrated but not nearly
enough friction or pressure to get me off.
“Do you know what the problem is with
this, Jennifer?” he asked as he continued to tease my pussy which had become so
wet I could hear his fingers playing.
“No, Sir.” I said between heavy breaths.
“Well, Jennifer, I was trying to ease you
into punishment, but based on how your body’s reacting, I don’t think it felt
like punishment at all, now did it?”
“No, I guess not, Sir.” I couldn’t help
but smile a bit, and I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke next.
“Hmmm, then I guess this is going to have
to be your punishment, little bird.” I instinctively tried to look up but his
hand kept me down, “Do you know what your punishment is going to be then,
Jennifer?” Every time he said my name, it felt like there was something more,
it was laced with innuendo.
“No, Sir?” I almost asked, with
trepidation.
He chuckled
again, “I’m going to just keep rubbing your pussy like this, giving you a
little stimulation, but not nearly enough to put you over the edge. Now that
sounds like punishment to me, doesn’t it?”
The thought of
him just teasing me was unbearable, I was so on fire, “Oh, Sir, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, more.”
“You’ll have to be more specific,
Jennifer. More what?”
“Please, finger fuck me till I come all
over your hand Sir, pleeeese. You’re driving me crazy.”
He slapped my
ass hard for that one, “Jennifer, you have no idea what latitude I’m giving you
right now. Allowing you to have a say in what we’re doing. Do not tell me that
I’m driving you crazy. You have no idea how much farther I could push you.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I know that, dear. But you’ll learn. And
to teach you a lesson, I’m not going to let you come right now.”
I started to
say something, to protest, but I somehow knew that would just make things worse,
so I lay there. He obviously felt me inhale and then exhale. When I didn’t
speak he said, “Very nice control, Jennifer. Very impressive. I promise you,
you will be rewarded for such control. I will let you come, later. And you’re
going to be glad I made you wait, trust me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, up you go.”
I started to
stand and my legs were wobbly. He steadied me by putting his hands on my hips.
A smile came over his face as I was now facing him, my pussy almost at the same
level as his head. “I like how smooth you are, Jennifer. Come here. Kneel on
the arm rests.” I did as I was told, the teak wood hard on my knees, but I soon
forgot that pain as my sex was now an inch from his mouth. “Closer, let me
taste you.” I inched forward and let out a gasp as his tongue licked my clit.
My hands fell to