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“Hiya, love.” I chirp from the kitchen as I hear the front door closing.
“Hey gorgeous,” he walks in and hangs his jacket on the back of a dining chair before striding confidently over and sweeping me up into his arms, “had a good day?”
“Not bad.” I reply, my cheeks flushing slightly, “you?”
“Same old, same old.” He replies, and then sniffs, a confused look crossing his face. He takes my hand in his and lifts the fingers to his lips, he kisses them then growls,
“You’ve been playing with your cunt, haven’t you?”
I look down to the ground and shake my head, unable to speak.
“You have, I can smell it and taste it on you fingers, now what have I told you about that?” He lifts my chin with his fingers and I’m forced to look him straight in the eye.
“I’m not allowed to wank while you’re at work.” I reply,
“No you are not, yet you have, why?”
“I got horny.”
“You got horny.” He pulls his hand from beneath my chin and grabs the back of a chair, turning it round he sits on it. “Well, what about self control? I have told you so many times, young lady and you know what I’m going to have to do now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my nose still pointing to the ground.
“Over my knee,” he commands and I walk towards him, my heart thudding and my pussy throbbing with need. He pushes me down over his lap and I rest with my hands on the floor and my pelvis pressed tightly to his thigh. He flips my skirt up and pulls it out of the way then runs his fingers down over my cotton knickers and tuts.
“You’re fucking wet, you naughty girl.” He presses a finger between my lips through the material of my panties, forcing his cloth covered finger slightly into my hole. I moan and he rips the knickers down and leaves them stretched across the bottoms of my thighs.
I hold my breath as I wait for the first contact. Images of me sat on the sofa, fingers plunging in and out of my wet cunt as I fantasise about my punishment leap to mind and I yelp when his hand finally falls and loudly cracks across my buttocks. Again he spanks me, not gently but with great force and I squeal, the pain blossoming in my arse.
“Oh shush, I’ve not even gotten started yet.” He lets go with another powerful slap and I whimper, the flesh stinging and hot, my cunt dripping wet, soaking his trouser leg.
“Now you’re getting my suit all dirty,” he tuts, his hand hitting me with a thwack.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” He spanks again, “aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, my pussy clenching, my clit crying out for more pressure.
“What are you?” His hand stings my butt flesh once more.
“I’m a dirty girl, Sir.”
“Yes you are,” he agrees and dips his fingers between my round buttocks, slipping his finger down over my tiny arsehole and lower to pierce my juicy pussy.
I climb unsteadily to my feet, my knickers still stretched around my thighs.
I take a deep steadying breath then grasp my t-shirt and raise it over my head before dashing it to the floor. Next, I slip the skirt over my hips and push it down, taking my knickers with it. I pop open my bra and stand before him nearly naked, slipping out of my shoes I am completely bare.
He runs his eyes all over my body as I flush redder and redder.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, then stands up, “to the bedroom.” He commands in a loud voice that makes me jump.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply and quickly mount the stairs and stride into our bedroom. He does not follow me straight away and I wonder what to do. I sit on the bed then stand up again. In the end I stand by the door, hands behind my back hoping that I look contrite and wishing for a good fucking.
“On your back, on the bed.”
I comply quickly, my stinging rump rubbing against the soft duvet below me, making me wince.
“Now, naughty girl, I need to teach you a lesson.” He opens our toy box and I bite my lip in eager anticipation. “You need to remember who is in charge here.” He walks towards me, a red silk tie in his hand. He wraps it firmly around my ankle then ties it to the bedpost. “I am in charge here.” He repeats the same action with my other ankle till I am spread wide open before him.
He straps each wrist to the metal of the headboard, continuing his lecture. My arms and legs are stretched uncomfortably and I’m very aware of my gaping cunt. I cannot cover it and my face blazes with immodesty.
He stands back and admires his handiwork. “Gorgeous.” He grins and picks up the digital camera. “I’m going to save this moment for posterity.”
“No,” I gasp, I love having my photo taken, I adore having sexy photos of us as a couple to look over and masturbate too but I do not want to look at photos of myself naked and so lewdly displayed. I cannot believe that my naked form looks pleasing spread eagled like this. I prefer to have clothes on, even if it’s just a little skimpy negligee or my bra and knickers, it holds my wobbly bits in check and makes me look sexy.
“Oh do be quiet slut,” he snaps, “you look fucking gorgeous there with your wet slit dripping and your hot cunt just begging me to fuck you. I want photos of this so I can wank over them. You’re hotter than any porn star.”
His words soothe me but I still feel uncomfortable but after a while the clicking of the camera turns me on but when he lies between my thighs and takes close-ups of my dripping pussy I cringe and flush even redder than before.
“Enough of that.” He stands up and slaps the camera down on the dressing table. I watch as he pulls off his tie, then his work shirt. His gorgeous chest is dappled with dark hairs and his hard, red nipples demand to be nibbled. I lick my lips in anticipation as he roughly tugs off his work pants and his boxers. His cock is magnificent, dark and hard and pointing straight up with desire. I can almost taste it as I gaze on it, willing it to fill my aching cunt, wanting it to fulfil me.
He kneels between my spread thighs.
“Now to teach you that lesson.”
He grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it. I moan as I watch him wank, I want that cock.
“This is my cock,” he says, his hand still pumping, “and this cock is your master.”
He slaps my open pussy with his hardness and I yelp with the blossoming pleasure from the initial shocking pain. “This cock owns this cunt.” He slaps me with his hard staff again, catching my clit and sending spirals of want coursing through my stretched body.
“Who owns this cunt?” He asks,
“Your cock, Sir,” I reply instantly.
“That’s right, good girl,” he praises, pressing his cock to my spread cunt once more. “Now, I’m going to release you, but if you are a naughty girl I’ll tie you back down and I’ll leave you here to stew in your own juices, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, expecting him to fuck me now, anticipating wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him in tightly as he fills me.
He lifts off the bed and unties my lower limbs, I feel the tingle of blood flow in my ankles and calves but I keep my thighs spread for him, waiting for his next instruction. He climbs between my thighs once more and pulls my legs together. He pulls them up into the air and pushes them down to my chest. I can hear his ragged breathing as he looks down on my spread cunt.
“Hold your legs, there.” He commands and I wrap my arms under my knees, holding my arse up and displaying my pussy for him. He grabs a pillow and wedges it beneath me, taking some of the strain from my back.
“Stay just like that, until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply eagerly, feeling his cock nudging at my wet hole. I hold my breath waiting for the stretch as he eases himself into me but I am taken by surprise as he rubs his cock up and down my spread cunt instead of pressing into it.
He slides forward and back, stroking my lips and clit with each movement. I moan and gasp with the intensity of feeling, his cock is hard and hot and its weight on my sensitive slit is driving me crazy. He is wanking on my cunt, not fucking me but wanking on me. It is deliciously humiliating.
“This is my cunt,” he hisses, “my cunt to use as I want, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I groan as he slaps my clit with the tip of his cock. I can feel his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he eases the swollen head up and over my clit time and time again.
“And I will tell you when you can come. You will only come when I tell you to, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasp, “Can I come Sir?” the rhythm of his wanking and the pressure of his cock tip on my sensitive nub has brought me quickly to the edge.
“Yes, come for me.”
I explode, I feel juices flowing from my cunt as it spasms, my clit grows and expands as the orgasm rolls through me, my whole body and mind is consumed in its pleasure.
“Now, I want you to play with your cunt.” He jumps off the bed and unties my wrists.
“But, I’m so sensitive,” I plead, my cunt on fire from the cock induced orgasm of before.
“I don’t care, I want to see you wank and I want to see it now, so do it. Do it now or I will have to punish you again?”
“I can’t Sir, it will hurt.” I moan knowing exactly what I will get for being disobedient.
“Damn, you’re a naughty girl. Get up on your fucking knees, slut. I am going to have to spank that sweet arse again aren’t I?”
I quickly scramble to my knees. I pull the pillow from under my bum and tuck it under my stomach to help me keep my position.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he gasps, “I can see your juices spread all over your thighs, you dirty girl.”
I feel a slap on my buttocks but it is harder and heavier than one given by his hand. I scream out with the unexpected force of it.
“You’ve disobeyed me once today girl, so now you’re getting the brush. You will learn to be a good girl for your master.” He slapped down once again with the cold, hard flat side of the brush, “won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply my arse stinging. I want to reach back and rub it better and part of me wants to yell out “linoleum” the stupid safe word we’d decided on when we first introduced the spanking to our sex lives but I didn’t. I could take more, I was sure of it and after a little more punishment I knew he would give me a treat.
Another cold slap hit, directly across the centre of my buttocks. I grasped my hands together before me and squeezed them together tightly, determined to take my punishment and to not arouse his wrath any further by getting my hands in the way.
I yelped when the next blow landed, it seemed to hit exactly the same spot on my bum and it felt so suddenly sore that I couldn’t help but scream out my displeasure.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered, his hand gently caressing my hot, sensitive skin, “nearly over now, just one more.”
I was appreciating the gentleness of his caress when suddenly the fingers were removed and my arse exploded with the pain of impact once more. I felt tears pricking at my eyes and I sniffled a little as he once more rubbed my sore bottom with his rough but caring hand.
“Now, naughty girl, play with yourself. I want to see you wank. Don’t disobey me again, Slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, eager this time to please him. I spread my thighs and slip a hand up and under my body to my eager cunt. My pussy is sodden with desire. I am such a naughty girl to get off from such punishment. I feel the slick lips. I run my fingers up and down my slit, gritting my teeth when I knock my clit. It’s still a little sensitive and I can’t touch it yet. I concentrate on my wet hole. I slip a finger inside easily and then press another one in to join it. I glance to the side of me and see him as he strokes his cock, standing towards the end of the bed, watching me.
I slip in another finger and slam all three into my cunt. I moan as the palm of my hand hits my tingling clit but it feels good. I continue to bang myself with my fingers, my sensitive clit responding to the press of my palm, making my thighs shake.
I slip up and down between my slick lips and rub gently at my clit, I’m now hungry for another orgasm and my body is shaking with desire.
“Keep those fingers in that cunt of yours, slut,” he whispers, “you are not to come until I tell you to.”
Now this is my real punishment. I need to come and he won’t let me. He knows that the spanking just encourages me to be a naughty girl more often but he also knows that denying me my orgasm is the real punishment that makes me strive to be a good girl for him. I want to come so much but I obediently moved my fingers down to my opening and slip two inside of me. I am so wet, so open that they are easily accepted. I rub in and out enjoying the stimulation but longing for something more.
My heart leaps with joy and excitement when I feel his weight on the end of the bed behind me. I hope he will fuck me, give me the cock that I long for to replace my own fingers that are banging into my cunt.
I do not expect to feel the cold dribble of thick liquid between my buttocks. I certainly do not expect to feel his finger pushing that liquid into the tight ring of my arse. I groan as it pierces me and he slaps my stinging buttock with his spare hand.
“Hush, slut,” he growls, and slips another finger into my arse, “your cunt is full so I’m using the other entrance today.”
I do not protest I want him to fuck my arse. It’s so deliciously degrading and dirty. I feel like a real slut when I let him take me there, in that most private place in the hole that isn’t meant to be used. I delight in the illicit thrill I get from being fucked anally. It is wrong, it is not natural and this naughty girl loves it.
After a few bangs with his fingers they pull out of me and he presses his thick, hot cock to my tight entrance. He pushes in and the pressure is almost unbearable for a moment. I yell into the blanket below me but then as I relax he eases further in and the pain bursts into pleasure. He moves slowly at first, maybe he’s being kind to me or maybe he is enjoying watching his cock pierce my most private hole, I suspect the latter.
I feel so full, his cock in my arse and my fingers in my cunt. I can feel him through the thin wall of my pussy, I can feel his cock rubbing in and out and it is overwhelmingly good. I want to touch my clit. Surely he won’t be able to tell if I just move my hand so my thumb rubs against it?
“Keep your fingers where they are, slut,” he groans as if he’s reading my mind. “You are not allowed to come until I let you.”
I whimper pathetically, desperate to feel the touch which would make me explode but I answer with a resigned “Yes, Sir.” I do not want him to stop now to punish me again.
His strokes are longer, harder and deeper now. He is using me for his pleasure. I revel in his grunts and curses and moans as he uses my most intimate hole to stimulate him to orgasm. I feel strangely proud of my arse as I feel him draw closer and closer to coming. I may be a naughty girl but I do know how to pleasure my lover with the whole of my being.
His cock suddenly pulls from my body and I want it back. I feel so empty now and cheated, I wanted his cum in my arse.
“On your back, slut,” he commands and immediately I flip over. I push the pillow away and lie flat, my legs spread lewdly. He kneels between my open thighs and grabs his cock. “Now come for me, you naughty girl,” he said, “Make yourself come for me.”
Before his sentence is finished my fingers are slipping through the copious juices at the juncture of my thighs. They are on my clit in a moment and I begin to furiously rub up and down, my legs shaking, my whole body vibrating with sexual energy that needs to be released.
“Please may I come now, Sir?” I ask so close to exploding. My finger rests just above my clit waiting for the all clear. I open my eyes for a moment to see the tip of his cock an inch or so from my clit.
“Yes.” He groans, spitting out a rope of hot come that lands on my exposed clit. I scream as the orgasm rips through my body, I run my finger down to rub the come into my clit and my orgasm just keeps on rolling, my body shakes and sweats and my cunt gushes with fuck-juice.
“Thank you, Sir.” I gasp and shudder.
“My pleasure,” he replies, collapsing to the bed beside me. “I do hope you’ll be naughty again soon.”
“I’ll do my best for you, Sir,” I pant plotting the tomorrow’s crime and anticipating the punishment. I love being a naughty girl.