A fantasy inspired by the man who makes me want things even I can't believe.
The characters are well over 18, a couple of adults spending a not so quiet Saturday together.
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"Come here, kitten." Sir calls as she comes in from outside. Within seconds she's standing before him.
"What may I do for you, Sir?"
He smiles, thinking about what a sweet submissive he has. Always so eager to please him, so obedient. So really it's her fault that he has to invent infractions in order to punish her. And he does so love punishing her.
"Have you been my good girl?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Are you sure?"
She goes over the last couple of days in her head: She did everything he asked, did a great job at last night's discipline session begging him to roughly use her in 5 distinct ways, she was even able to pee right away when he ordered her to wet herself on the patio and take off her urine soaked shorts and panties before he unlocked the door and let her in the house.
"I think so, Sir. Did I do something wrong?"
He gets up and with his hand firmly on the back of her neck he clips her leash to her collar and leads her to the kitchen. "You tell me, kitten." And he firmly tugs the leash until she's in front of the sink looking at an egg beater on the counter.
She looks at him confused.
"This was in the dishwasher. Egg beaters are always washed by hand."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't own one so I googled it and this model is dishwasher safe."
"But wouldn't a good slut have anticipated my need to have it washed by hand?"
She knows better than to argue, this is like the time she was punished for not knowing ceiling fans have to be dusted counter clockwise.
He knows she's much to smart to fall for this spurious transgression, but he also knows her pussy is getting wetter by the minute as she submits anyway.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry."
"What should I do with you?"
"I think you should punish me to teach me a lesson, Sir." As she drops her eyes to his belt a trickle of her wetness runs from her tight, warm, cunt into her panties.
"Or do you think I should punish you because it makes your slutty wet cunt twitch with pleasure when I beat you?"
"Both, Sir." Her face burning with shame.
He walks behind her and next thing she's knows he's blindfolded her.
Unable to see a thing, her heart races wondering what's in store. This is different than the punishments he's given her before.
Yanking her shorts down, , "spread your legs. Wider." Positioning his body so she can hold on to him as she gets her balance.
"Did you clean your ass for me?"
"Yes, Sir."
Pushing her panties aside he checks the wetness of her pussy and is very pleased, but not surprised, to find her slick and ready. Such a good girl always keeping her ass clean and pussy wet for her Sir. But he won't tell her that, not yet.
Pushing her pink gingham panties into her slit and between the cheeks of her ass, fingers working them into her cunt he can feel them soak up the tangible proof of her need for him.
With a hard slap and a push on each of her outer thighs she realizes he wants her to close her legs a little; when she complies he pulls her panties off. Tossing her shorts to the side he keeps her wet panties in his hand as he strokes her face, grabbing a fistful of her hair with the other.
He shoves her panties in her mouth, his cock twitches as she gags. She's so glad she has on an oversized t-shirt which covers her to the tops of her thighs, she's still so shy when he exposes her.
"Fuckslut, lift your shirt and show me your pussy. She reluctantly obeys. "Turn around."
As she does he lifts her shirt a few inches higher and adjusts her grip so she's holding it in the same position.
."For the duration of your punishment you will get one lash for each time you drop your shirt any lower than this. No matter what I require you to do you must do it while exposing yourself to me. Do you understand?
She nods.
