It's late afternoon, you've just called to say you have to work late. i miss you already. i want you home with me. i walk to the bathroom, take off all of my clothes, and step into the shower to try and relax. When i get out of the shower i see the shirt you wore yesterday hanging on the back of the bathroom door. i take it down and put it on before going back to the bedroom and curling up on the bed. Nothing much on TV, but i manage to find something that isn't too dull. The shirt still smells of you, almost like you're right here next to me.
i had no idea that your scent would have such an effect on me. Without any thought at all my hand has found its way between my legs. By the time i realize what i'm doing there's no way i can stop. It feels so good, even though i know it's against the rules. i'm only allowed to touch myself in your presence or with your permission. But, you're going to be late. You'll never know, so i continue to explore the moisture between my thighs. Rubbing my clit, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and pressure on the swollen knot.
When you come into the house you can hear my moans and know immediately what i am up to. You walk very quietly down the hall and stand silent in the doorway. My eyes are closed. i'm unaware of your presence. Aware only of the orgasm that is so close i can taste it. You can see how close i am as well, and walk quickly but quietly up to me. Grabbing my ankle you pull down hard so i'm lying prone on the bed. Astonished to see you, and full of fear knowing that i will be punished, i begin to whimper apologies.
You stand there, staring at me. Stone still and without expression, like you can't even hear my desperate pleas.
"Be quiet", you say softly, as you walk toward the head of the bed. i would rather you yell, you sound almost hurt, and i know now how disappointed you are. You tell me to roll over and lie on my belly. i do so, terrified of the consequences if i protest. You kneel on the bed, and grab my arms, pinning them behind my back. Taking off your tie, you use it to bind my wrists tightly together.
"Get on your knees" you say, and i manage to do it without use of my arms. i'm kneeling, facing the wall and the headboard in front of me. You get off the bed and stand beside me. Unsure of how to react and not wanting to anger you i simply plead with my eyes. You lean forward and kiss my forehead. i relax a bit, thinking maybe you aren't as infuriated as i thought.
Just as i begin to calm, you grab me by the hair and push my face to the bed. "Don't move", you growl, so i'm left on my knees, head down, ass in the air. You walk away, out of my view, but i can hear you moving about the room.
Moments later i can feel that you're near again. i again whimper apologies, but you swiftly muffle my words with a gag tied tightly behind my head. Running your fingers down my spine, you stop with your palm flat against my ass. When you remove your hand i brace myself for the spanking, but it doesn't come, not yet.
You get on the bed and kneel behind me. i can feel the warmth of your body, but no part of you is touching me. When i least expect it, the first crack of the paddle sends shockwaves through my entire being. Squealing through the gag, defenseless, i try to prepare for the next smack of the paddle. But there's no way to prepare, you spank me erratically. There are sometimes three or four whacks in succession, but then you wait 30 or 40 seconds between wallops. Breathless and defeated, i take everything you have to give, knowing that i deserve every welt that i receive.
You throw the paddle to the floor, and again place your palm against my ass. Even you are surprised by the heat you've caused. The thrashing has left my behind red and swollen. You run your fingernails over my aching bottom and i begin to sob into the sheets. The tears streaming down my cheeks, not because i'm afraid, not because i'm in pain, only because i've disappointed you and the guilt is more than i can bear. You can see that i have learned my lesson.
Watching me get myself off has always been a turn on for you, and you're still hard from the sight of my punishable offence. You move away from my ass and cover my sex with your hand. Feeling how wet i am only excites you more and you slide your fingers to my clit. i moan softly, finally catching my breath as my tears dry on the sheet.
