Context: Throughout the day, he was hard at work, and I was in a bratty mood. I ignored his messages, which I know is a no-no, but he didn't use our code word to say it was necessary. When I did respond, I didn't call him Sir like I was supposed to, and I "forgot" to send him the daily post-shower selfie in lingerie.
I can feel his anger radiating from my phone. He's pissed. Let him be. I like it when he's angry. I decided to check my phone...
Sir: You know better than to ignore me, PITA.
I giggle to myself and smile. I love it when he calls me Pain In The Ass. I don't care how mad he gets. He can bring it tonight.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and it was nearly 6 pm. He would be home soon, and I hadn't responded to his texts all day. Shit, he's going to be furious. The neighbour's dog starts to bark, and my heart races. He'll be home any second now. I just won't act like I care and see how he responds rather than greeting him at the door.
I hear the door unlock and open. I hear a very deep chuckle as the door closes.
Ohhhhh no. Why is he laughing?
I peek around the bedroom door, and he's taking off his black boots, which are covered in paint. He's still chuckling to himself. He looks down the hallway and catches me peeking behind our bedroom door. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I squeak loudly, slamming the bedroom door shut. That face. My heart begins to race. HE WAS LAUGHING. Oh, FUCK. I pushed him too far today. He's laughing loudly now.
I retreat to our bed and begin to panic a little. He's mad, but that's really fucking hot. The excitement of this has me wet, but when I ignore him like that, he denies my orgasms. How can I push this further? I haven't greeted him, that's a huge one to ignore, so I'll continue to ignore him. It's almost like a lightbulb goes off in my head. I almost hurdle over to my side of the bed and grab my book 'A Court Of Thorns and Roses'. I quickly throw the sheets back on my side (he hates an unmade bed) and crawl in. I open my book, take a deep breath as he opens the door. He's chuckling softly now as he walks through. I hear him and my pussy immediatley responds with wetness and heat. God it feels so hot. After I hear the door close, I look up and I see him staring at me as he begins to unbutton his work shirt. He smiles at me and raises his eyebrow again. He maintains eye contact with me whilst he takes off his shirt. I didn't realise, but I wasn't breathing. My mouth was dry, and I could feel my vagina throbbing. I wanted him so badly right now, but I sure as shit didn't do anything to deserve it. He's going to punish me for not following the rules, and it's going to be so much fucking fun.
"You know what happens when you ignore me, Kitten."
I can now feel my heart racing in my throat. I have to respond. I have to say something, or I'll never get to orgasm tonight. I look up from my book, look him dead in the eyes, and attempt to speak, "I didn't think your messages were worth responding to; you were boring me." I managed to get it out, but it came out in a squeak. Before I can finish blinking, he's moving towards me. He's now standing next to me, and reaches out for me. He takes my book and throws it on the ground next to him then places one hand on the back of my head and his dominant hand, the right, on the front of my neck to the side, softly choking me. He leans down and softly nibbles on my ear (a weakness and cheap shot, the fucking bastard) and almost growls into my ear, "You're only making this worse for yourself, you spoiled brat". I manage to get out a laugh and wriggle enough away from him to wink at him (our sign for game on). He smirks, pushes me down onto the bed, and, in a quick movement, flips me over. His hands graze my hips as he slides his fingers under the hem of my sweatpants, and he pulls them down, pulling my black thong down, too. I go to reach back to swat him away, but he moves too quickly, and before I know it, my hands are cuffed, and I'm stretched out like Superman. I go to protest, but he gets on his knees to look me in the eye and says, "If you move from this position, you'll regret it, and I won't fill you up. Now, be a good dirty cum slut and take your punishment for ignoring me."
He pulls me back towards him so my knees are just on the edge of the bed and lifts me so I'm face down on the bed, and my ass is in the air. He leans down and softly kisses it but then bites it. I groan in response, toes curling. I can't see him, but I can hear him. He's pulling the bag out from under the bed, and I blush. I listen to it unzip and feel the heat rushing to my face. Oh, I'm in for i-
Pain radiates from my left ass cheek, and a squeal escapes from my mouth. "Is that all -"
I almost moan from the pain as a second hit, this time on my right ass cheek, spreads over my entire body. I pant loudly, expecting another, but instead, my mouth is being pried open as he places the ball gag in my mouth and ties it around the back of my head.
