You have been so naughty lately. I'm not sure why but it has become unacceptable. I had thought that the first night of punishment would suffice. I knew that the sting on your bottom was significant followed up by me taking you aggressively, refusing to allow you to come to orgasm. I want nothing more than to pleasure you yet I've found this to be effective when you get in this mood.
As the days progressed, you began to give in. Four days with time in the corner has brought you back to me. I had promised five days and am now in a dilemma. You are so beautiful and as always, do your best to seduce me with your secret weapon. I know that without my steady hand you become reckless, which is bad for us both. At the same time I just want you so badly.
"Perhaps if I just frustrate her enough this last day, I don't have to spank tonight," the thought reiterates in my mind. Although I don't want to commit and not follow through, I yield to my own desire.
It's morning and the grey dull light creeps ever so slowly into the room. As usual I've been up for hours but this morning I lay next to you quietly, watching you sleep. Blond locks of silky hair caress your face and I am so taken aback by your peaceful slumber. I wanted you so badly last night after the punishment. I had taken you into my arms and kissed your tears away. I could feel your body pressing into mine and knew that you wanted me. Your wellbeing is paramount and even if it means denying myself, it is worth it.
The rain is falling steadily and by now its nearly 11. I decided you really needed your rest and cancelled our brunch plans. You have been stirring for a bit and my soft kisses are working. I have you in my arms and the warmth from your back on my chest is driving me crazy. When my hand finds its way between your legs, I feel you wake slowly.
Without opening your eyes you say "Good morning."
"That feels nice," you purr. Without a word I continue my work. I feel you begin to open up and can tell you are ready.
I slide myself into you slowly and feel exactly where I need to focus. The rain and the sound of your soft breath are mesmerizing and I come to when you begin to swell up for your release. I cease my slow steady rhythm and deny us both. How I want it so badly but I know that this is the fifth day and I need to follow through.
"Where are you going," you say, catching your breath?
"To make us coffee. It's Sunday and our shows are recorded." I look deeply into your ocean blue eyes and you understand what I'm doing. I find your favorite silky lingerie and drape it across your naked body.
