Continued from "Hockey Night"
Laying, stretched out on the ground, I try to catch my breath from that last orgasm. You are sitting next to me, frowning at me. I wasn't supposed to cum. I was being punished for tying you up. I wasn't allowed to watch my hockey game, I was supposed to pleasure you, not myself.
In the background, I hear the sounds of the start of the third period, but I'm too scared to move. I want to watch the game, my pussy twitches at the first sound of the puck hitting a stick. You see my struggle to contain myself, this pleases you. You know I can't watch a game without masturbating, without plunging my fingers into my wet pussy. You sit back, waiting for me to start touching myself. It takes two minutes of play before I start running my hands all over me.
You stand up and leave me and for the next five minutes, I am left alone. I tentatively slide my fingers into me. I am afraid of your return, but I can't help myself. You've left me alone with a hockey game on. I need to do this. My desires are too strong. You return silently, standing over me, I don't notice you at first. I am enjoying myself too much. But when I do see you, I realize you've put on a pair of boxers and have your belt in your hands.
I quickly remove my fingers and drop my hands to my side. I hold my breath in anticipation for what you might do. You snap your belt, I know this is my cue to roll over and lift myself onto my hands and knees. I drop my head, bit my lip and brace myself for my punishment. You lift your hands and drop them, introducing the smooth, soft, brown leather to my pale pink ass.
The sound of leather on skin drowns out the sounds of the game. With each smack, the burning grows. My ass feels like it's on fire. It is red and raw. These marks will last for weeks and for days after every time I sit down, I'll remember this moment. Welts cover my ass, tears are streaming down my face, any sort of pleasure from that last orgasm is gone and replaced by the pain of this punishment.
