Kathryn races home from work, as she always has on the evenings he stays at her place, his car is in the drive, letting herself in she is greeted by the smell of fresh coffee from her kitchen, she enters to the sight of him preparing a meal for the two of them. "Are you wet? And have you smoked today?" He asks.
"Obviously I have, I think maybe eight, the vape has arrived, but I don't know how to use it without it choking me."
"So eight cigarettes, and how many times did you message me to tell me you were going to smoke?"
"None sir." She replies pensively.
"Eight cigarettes and zero messages?" He asks.
"Yes sir." Her nervousness growing with his patient words.
"Undress to your bra please."
She sighs; her initial joy at seeing him replaced by shame and fear, "Yes sir." She murmurs and begins to undress right there in the kitchen. She strips off everything, folds it, and then stands in front of him in just her bra, "I'm sorry I just forget."
"Now, why didn't you answer when I asked if you were wet my sweet?"
"Huh?" She responds, taken aback.
" Or was that the 'Obviously'? " He pushes two fingers into her as he asks.
She laughs in response, "Obviously!" then "Mmmmm" as she feels the intrusion.
He squeezes the sensitive point insider her hard, pulls upwards firmly, she moans softly as she rises onto the balls of her feet. "Yes sir. You can feel I was, am."
He withdraws his fingers and then move them to her mouth as was his habit, forcing her to fully acknowledge her own response, and as was her own she sucks them, savouring the intimacy, the decadence and her own taste.
"Am what?"
She pauses in tasting herself, "Yes sir. I am wet sir."
"Good girl." he half smiles, "Kneel please." And without a thought to not obeying she kneels in front of him.
He opens his fly, presents his erection to her.
She takes it into her warm soft mouth, he must have been thinking about her return she realises, as she finds, to her pleasure that its head carries is wet with the sweet taste of precum, her head bobs back and forth, her hand rises to pull his foreskin back and she sweeps the precum delightedly with her tongue. Her hand wrapped around his shaft and she focuses on the tiny lips at the tip of his glans. She purses her around her teeth, applying pressure.
Even as he relishes her mouth he says, "Do you accept that you should be punished for smoking without telling me?"
She responds with a nod as she continues to suck him, his hips are rocking now.
"Fetch the clear bath brush." His words cut through the moment and her rising heat.
Her heart beats quickly, "Yes sir." She feels fearful as she rises and disappears, returning almost trembling moments later. She holds the feared instrument out to him her head lowered.
"Bend over the table please young lady."
She pouts, "Yes sir." And walks to the living room table, laying herself across it as she has so many times before, spreading her feet widely without having to be asked to do so.
He uses the brush as its makers intended brushing her bum with soft long strokes, he continues until her cheeks are lightly rosy and she is purring in response rocking slightly in her turn against the table, taking pleasure in the pressure of the oak on her Mons and breasts, he allows her to do so, there is time enough. He brushes the backs and insides of her thighs. "How many cigarettes?"
"Nine sir," She replied, he isn't certain if she's remembered another, or is making certain she has said enough, or, indeed, if she wishes to increase the severity of her punishment.
