I heard his footsteps on the back porch, and a second later he entered the kitchen. The door shut with an ominous finality. "You have thirty seconds to get on your knees with my cock in your mouth." He said as he lifted his arm, and brushed his suit sleeve back, so he could see his watch.
As quickly as I could, I turned off the vegetables I was sautéing for dinner, and crossed the kitchen dropping to my knees. I fumbled with his belt, and knew I had blown it, but kept going anyway hoping the punishment might be less if I finished.
I finally managed to get his cock free of his pants, and moaned with pleasure, as I took it in my mouth. I started licking and sucking it with abandon, sucking his balls into my mouth, tracing up the shaft with my tongue. He took the hair at the back of my neck in his hand, and forced my mouth further down on his shaft. I looked up into his eyes, pushing my ass out, grinding my pussy onto the floor, so he could see my lust. He let me suck at my own pace, stroking my hair, and enjoying himself. Then he shoved his cock down my throat, smiling as I gagged on it, but still struggling to take more. "You took too long," he said holding my head still, the tip of his cock choking me, "Take my belt off, and hand it to me."
Again, I struggled with the belt, feeling dizzy. When I succeeded in freeing the belt from his pants, and handed it to him, he released me and I fell to the floor sputtering.
"Go into the living room, and bend over the arm of the couch. I want your hands clasped behind your head," he ordered.
I started to stand to follow his order, but he interrupted, "Crawl," he said.
I did as he said, and began crawling across the kitchen floor. I knew he was watching, so I moved slowly and deliberately, accentuating the wiggle of my ass. When I got to the kitchen door I looked back at him, and saw him standing, slight smile on his lips, holding the belt in his right hand, absently hitting his left palm with it. "Hurry up," he said, his smile broadening indulgently when he saw me look back at him.
I crawled to the couch and leaned over the arm as he had instructed, hands behind my head, and legs spread. He took his time, making me wait, knowing the anticipation would make me crazy. I heard him get ice cubes from the freezer and put them in a glass. I guessed he was making a gin and tonic, but wondering if he might have another purpose in mind for the ice.
The wait was excruciating. My panties were soaked even before I had crawled out of the kitchen, and now my pussy ached to be touched. I made a vain attempt to rub my clit against the seam of my shorts, but as I was positioned on the couch, it provided no ease to my condition.
I heard him chuckle as he entered the living room, catching me in my futile attempt to find relief. "Stop that slut. You'll be taken care of when I am ready."
I waited, knowing he would prolong my suffering now that he knew I was aching. He stood behind me. I felt him run his hands lightly up the inside of my legs. His touch sent me over the edge. I let out a tortured moan, and said almost inaudibly, "Please...Please fuck me, make me cum...Please Sir, make me cum. My cunt aches to have you touch it."
"When I am ready. First there is your punishment to see too. I had to wait 15 seconds longer than I wanted to have my cock in your mouth. I had to wait, and now you have to wait." I heard him take a sip of his drink, and set it on the table. He came close to me; I felt his cock, hard against my ass, as he unbuttoned my shorts and eased them down around my ankles. At his touch I moaned again, raised my ass higher trying to bring myself closer to him.
"Hold still," he ordered, and stepped away from me. "15 seconds, 15 lashes. Count them."
