His voice is serious and low as he replies to me. The soft drawl that is usually such a comfort to me is hard to hear now. "Little one, you know my rules. You know what I expect of you. You are to wait for my permission to move. Over my lap now."
I can feel my eyes widen. He has spanked me for both pleasure and punishment and has the power and control to make it either. I would have loved one of his loving spankings tonight but know that this spanking will not be for my pleasure.
I quickly stand and turn to lie across his lap. It is awkward to get into the correct position with my hands bound behind me and I know that my movements are not very graceful. Without my hands to support me I brace my upper body on the bed, my face turned against the blankets, just able to see his profile. My feet on the floor give me support and balance until he pushes them apart and I can feel my hips press into his leg in an attempt to hold onto my position.
My ass marks easily and I begin to envision what I will look like when this spanking is over. The hard sharp sting of the first slap breaks me out of my wondering as I inhale sharply to avoid the scream that was my first instinct. But the children are asleep in their rooms down the hall and I know I have to be quiet. It would be easier if Master gagged me, but I know the restraint he expects me to show is part of my punishment.
The room echoes with the slaps of his hand on my now burning cheeks. I am careful to keep my hands up and out of his way as I feel my entire ass covered in his slaps. I have since buried my face into the blankets on the bed to try to keep quiet. Tears cover my face and I can picture how red my ass must be. The darker marks will appear soon enough. The spanking ends as abruptly as it began and I fight the urge to move off Master's lap. He is rubbing now, working to soothe the sting on my ass, firmly massaging my back to remove the tension that I hold there when I am punished.
"Kneel for me, baby girl." His voice is strong and clear and at the same time soft and tender. I slip back to my knees and bow my head, in part out of respect and in part out of self-consciousness. I am ashamed to have disappointed him. Master's touch on my cheek pulls my head up to look at him. "Shhh .... You did well good little girl. Now stop your crying." He wipes my tears and brushes back my hair. I can feel his love in every touch. Master knows what I need, knows that I need his discipline and control as much as his love and care.
My gaze drops from his face to his now rigid cock. It is stretching out to me and I lick my lips in anticipation. I hear Master's chuckle as he sees my want. His hand on the back of my head presses my face down to meet him. I wrap my soft lips around his cock and close my eyes to savor the moment. Master fills my senses until I can see, feel, taste, smell, hear nothing but him. My hair is twisted in his grasp and I feel him push me down to take his entire length deep into my mouth. I relax to let him slide down my throat. I am his, to use as he wants. He guides me as I worship his cock. My lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock, tongue swirling patterns along his length, throat open to his pounding. I have matched my breathing to his pace and can feel my own excitement building. My juices are dripping from my pussy now, running down my thighs and covering the inside of my legs. Master stands and I know that I am about to be rewarded. Now he is fucking my face and I am trying to stay calm enough to be able to breathe. "Oh my little girl," Master whispers as I feel and taste his cum fill my mouth. I swallow greedily making sure to not let a single drop escape me.
I look up at him and see the satisfaction on his face. Master uses my hair to pull me to standing and kisses my neck fiercely. "Well done my sweet little girl. Now go to bed."
I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. "Yes Master," I whisper. He pulls back the blankets for me and I crawl into bed. He follows me to bed and then covers us both. I lay on my side facing him, unable to lie on my back due to my wrists bound behind me. He pulls me close to him and I hear his breathing slow as he begins to drift off to sleep. My body is still screaming to me. My pussy is dripping and aching. My nipples are tingling and hard. My ass is on fire and I can already picture the mottled patterns forming on both cheeks. I yearn for his touch, for his permission for release, for his loving. And then I smile as I am finally able to drift off to sleep. Master always knows just what I need.
