In the deco pub the other night, a young girl there was telling everyone how she was kinky, liked it rough. As the conversation carried on it seemed she liked her arse smacked and hair pulled. I laughed, that's not kinky, that's normal. She insisted she was kinky, so she challenged me to write a story for her. This is what I sent her.
You enter my flat and kneel waiting for me to tell you what to do. I come over and order you to strip so that I can inspect you. I want to see what I am getting.
Your hands start to shake from being excited. You have a dress on with thigh highs and heels. I tell me that the dress, bra and panties must come off, but your heels garter and thigh highs can stay. I stand back and watch as you follow my command.
I go and sit in a chair, I don't say anything but point my finger so that you know to come stand in front of me. I start to look you over and run my hand slowly over your body. I can feel the goose bumps as you start to moan and I order you that you are not allowed to speak unless it’s to ask me a question or use our safe word. Just hearing the command in my voice makes you very wet.
I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back. At the same time running my hands over your breasts. Your nipples start to get hard as I lean down to bite on them. You can’t help it and start to moan. I give you one more chance to remain quiet or you will be punished. You are trying not to displease me, but with my mouth on your nipples, sucking, licking and biting, it is becoming harder for you to not say anything. You start to push your breasts to me, and now I add an extra command for you not to move. I walk to my side board and grab your collar. I return to you, placing the collar on your neck, my breath on your cheek.
My hand reaches down to your now dripping pussy, my fingers slide through your lips, over your throbbing clit but not actually touching it which is frustrating you like hell. My fingers find your dripping pussy and I start to slide one finger in sending shivers up your spine. You are trying to be a good girl and not make any noises or move but its getting harder and harder to obey. Then my second finger enters you and you can’t hold back and start to move your hips as a moan leaves your mouth, I immediately stand up and stop touching you and tell you to turn around.
You do as you are told and I bend you over my couch, and tell you that you will receive five swats with my belt and that you have to count them and then Thank me for each one of them.
You feel my hand on your arse as I run it over each cheek. Then you feel my hand leave and with a sharp, quick pain you feel the first hit of the belt across your right cheek. Oh it burns, and I proceed to tell you that you have a nice red mark and that I will be adding several more. As you count out one and say Thank you Sir the next one hits your left cheek. It burns more than the first one as I have hit you harder. I have decided that you will be covered in bruises on your arse for your disobedience.
So each strike is harder than the last one. We continue this for the next two, but because you moved and forgot to count the fifth one, I decide to punish you another way. I also decide to start over since you seem to be forgetful. You deserve this treatment for not listening to me, your master, and I tell you that next time you won’t be so lucky with your next punishment as this time the five strikes are on the backs of your thighs, leaving marks to match your beautiful arse.
I have you stand in front of me where you can feel my breath on your nipples seconds before you feel my tongue. I am soon sucking, licking, and biting them. Then, when they are satisfy-ably erect I put on nipple clamps and oh do they hurt but I tell you that you will get used to it in a minute, and I do the same to the other nipple. I proceed then to attach wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs taking you to the St. Andrews cross. I start to secure you to it with ease. During this time you get so excited that you are shaking and your juices are running down your thighs. I blindfold you. I start to run my hands down your back to your sore, beautiful red arse. i am standing so close behind you telling you to trust me you can feel my breath on your back, and that I know what you need. You start to relax. I decide that you need to be flogged, You feel the first strike and moan with both pleasure and pain. To feel the kiss of each one is like nothing you have ever felt before. You feel the heat on your skin. I am telling you this will be the second part of my punishment and that I will continue this until i think you have learned your lesson.
Apparently, after lockdown she is popping round, lol. Who thinks she will? |
