We would be having breakfast together, laughing and joking around the way we usually do sitting close to each other...
Then you'd motion me to slip into your lap and I do so, You're wearing a t shirt and casual jeans, for working around the house, and you smell delicious, your breath smells of morning coffee and I've always loved your after shave. I nuzzle into your chest hugging you snugly and you hug me back and we kiss in a loving way I'm wearing one of your white cotton front-button casual shirts actually, its all crumpled up from being slept around in and no underwear, but the shirt tails are long enough to make me look decent although the translucency of the shirt material make the dark erect buds of my nipples visible.
You kiss my eyes close and I sigh contentedly as you move to kiss my neck, taking soft firm nibbles and then bites I rub myself against you instinctively as your fingers run through my hair, grasping a bunch at the nape of my neck; you gently tilt my head back, I am straddled across you (facing you) with my arms around your waist, one of your arms around mine, the other clamps over my eyes gently as You gulp cold orange juice and dribble it softly into my mouth licking stray drops out of the corners, I gasp a little but get used to drinking from your mouth, licking my lips as you pull away. Then you lift your hand away from my eyes and stand me up smiling. I giggle and blush.
I like how we can be so intimate even over such small things as breakfast; I like how safe I feel with you, how you can seem so big and how I can seem so small. I know you're going to set me an assignment; You lean over and whisper in my ear that you would like eggs and exactly how to cook them, sunny side up with a dash of garlic and olive oil, how they should be done just perfect and the yolk mustn't break. I am to do this standing tiptoe with my legs apart, and whatever happens I am only to concentrate on my task not to move from my position, or let the eggs burn. I smile nod my understanding and hurry to do the task, getting the heavy skillet from the cabinets as I pour out the dash of oil and crack the egg on its side, careful not to break the yolk. I'm settling to the task when you come up behind me, and lift up the shirt tails tying them up around my waist so my mid section, my pubic area and my thighs are exposed to you, you bend me ever so slightly forward, slipping a leather collar with an O ring around my neck, I hadn't started the stove yet and you give my bum a quick reprimanding smack. I yelp and get back to cooking the egg Suddenly, you begin to torturously dribble cold honey from my mid lower back taking me quite by surprise I almost jump, but remember in time to hold my position, helplessly letting the honey drip between the crack of my buttocks.
You begin to smear the honey downwards against my ass and along my cunt lips, and I groan trying desperately to concentrate on my task as I carefully flip the sides of the egg up, you circle a honey smeared finger against my butthole and I gasp, because it feels so intensely pleasurable, you begin to enter and plunder my back side as you drop to your knees behind me and lick at the honey mixing with my own juices, I blink twice each moment of pleasure making it harder and harder to concentrate on my eggs and hold my tiptoed position. I feel you enter two fingers in my ass and I shudder close to an orgasm, I begin to beg for you to stop and let me finish cooking your egg but you pay me no mind and continue plundering my backside.
I groan and this time my pleas are for you to let me cum, you ignore me still, your free hand rubbing my clit furiously. I'm close to tears with the frustration of holding back my pleasure waiting for your sweet command that would mean my release knowing full well what is in store for me if I should fail to wait... But I can't hold back my orgasm much longer as my body begins to clench and I move against your invading fingers groaning out my carnal lust and pleasure... the eggs forgotten. You hold me steady and I let go of the spatula (it clatters to the floor leaving an eggy mess) sprawling on fours as wave after wave of orgasm hits me, your still wriggling your fingers inside me. The slight discomfort but intense pleasure makes me want to scream as I feel my insides clench again in ecstasy...
Then I feel your fingers slowly leave my ass, and I moan feeling the loss of them. I hang my head embarrassed realising how disobedient I've been; I go back to kneeling at a loss of what to do next, I mutter a sheepish "sorry Sir." You are so silent as you get up and quietly switch off the stove, then you bend right next to me and say in your no-nonsense voice...
"Hmm I thought I trained you better than that (pause) looks like we will have to train you all over again, won't we?"
"But I ... Sir... I..." I stammer and then nod miserably.
I could only imagine what would come next and to add to my list of wrong doings, I had also answered back.
"Now look at that breakfast"
You point to the egg on the floor tugging at my leather collar so I am pushed forward on my fours
"It's only fit for pets and dogs to eat" you say and you look at me
I blush not believing what you are implying
I blink as you gently push my head down towards the egg splattered on the floor,
"Clean it up pet" you say
I nod my understanding, and bend to my set task, licking my breakfast off the floor on all fours, my behind exposed to your view
"And I haven't punished you yet for cumming without permission.."
I cringe slightly but continue licking at the egg mess You pick up the spatula, it is a soft plastic one made specially for use with Teflon ware. And you fondle it as if contemplating what to do next as it glistens with the olive oil. You get behind me and command me to stay still as you wipe the warm olive oil from the spatula against my bottom, and then "SMACK" you begin to spank me with it
"Oh!" I cry surprised at the sensation, I wince and try to hold my position as I count "One! thank you Sir."
Smack, Smack , Smack Smack
"Six thank you Sir" and my lower lip is trembling as I feel my backside heating up
"Eight" and these smacks aren't quite so light as they were in the beginning, they really are punishment
"Ten, than..k...you Sir I'm really sorry sir please.."
"Please what?"
"Please forgive me" I beg
Your punishment is in part my forgiveness you say quietly as you bend to kiss me
10 more
I groan and tremble, as you gently pat at the redness before delivering another 5 blows in rapid succession as I count them out "fiftee..n Sir.. Tha.. nk you" I labour, panting and trying to blink back tears.