I blush at this, as I stuff the panties into my purse, and then lower myself to the floor, get on my knees, and look up at you through my lashes, asking, "Can I please suck your cock so that you will fuck my naughty little pussy with it, Daddy? That would be very nice!"
"Suck on my fingers while I think about it," you say, extending your hand towards me. With your other hand, you reach for the remote and begin watching the news. I start with your index finger and suck on it and tongue it enthusiastically for a while, and then proceed to give your other fingers the same treatment, hoping that it will make you more likely to have your cock in my mouth, since I am trying so hard to please each little finger.
You seem to be distracted, though, and don't pay me much attention. I begin to up the ante a bit by taking two fingers into my mouth, then three, sucking and licking and kissing them, and even taking them so far into my mouth that they push up against the back of my throat. Eventually, that seems to get your attention, and you look at me with a smirk.
"God, you are such an eager little thing, aren't you? You were pretending that was a cock stretching your lips and throat, weren't you? You're even wetter now, aren't you?"
And it's true, all of it. I am, I was, and I am. I nod my head, looking down, mouth still filled with your fingers.
"Well, you can't help it. You just love cock, and you love being used like a little fucktoy. No need to try to hide it or feel bad about it. It's just what you are, isn't that right, darling?"
I nod again, flicking my tongue between your fingers.
"Well, baby girl, I am going to give you a chance to earn some. We'll play that game that I like, and that you like so much-- the one with the little glass plugs. But first, I want you to get up, lean over the sofa, and pull up your skirt."
I rise and comply, both dreading and wanting what is coming. As I am bent over the sofa with my ass exposed, I am trembling with anticipation. I can hear you behind me, pacing a bit, and I can feel your eyes on me even as I am looking in the other direction.
"I am going to spank you now, for being late. You know I don't like that," you say, chuckling sarcastically. As it happens, I think you quite like it when I give you any excuse at all to spank and chastise me, but I keep that thought well to myself as I nod in agreement and understanding.
"You might have planned better, and avoided this. Or, for that matter, you could have made a quick call while you were practically parked on the freeway. A simple little call would have made this unnecessary. But you didn't plan well, and you didn't call ahead, and now you have to take a punishment."
I nod my head again, trying to keep the cheeks of my ass relaxed so it wouldn't hurt so bad when the first blow landed. But nothing can really prepare me for the sharp strike of your hand against my ass. I whimper and take it as you spank me over and over. I feel so completely submissive at this time, just allowing whatever you want to do to happen. I feel tears welling up in my eyes, and let them fall, trailing down my blushing cheeks. When you finally stop, I can feel the cool air against the burning heat of my ass cheeks, and I can feel the heat of your body as you move behind me and begin lightly stroking my ass.
"You're going to have a hard time sitting for a day or two," you say, gently stroking my ass. I'd like to think you are admiring the redness that covers it as you do so.
"Remember what you did wrong every time it stings."
"Yes, sir. Thank you for correcting me," I say, still facing away from you, eyes bright with tears. My face is burning with shame over a mix of feelings, not least of which is regret at disappointing you (or even "disappointing" you). And, of course, there's the delicious flush of shame due to the fact that I am a grown woman who somehow earned a spanking through being irresponsible—and who likes it when that happens.
You pat me on the ass in something that would have probably been considered a reassuring manner if the area wasn't so inflamed and sensitive, and say cheerfully, "OK, little miss slut, now that all that unpleasantness is done, run to the bedroom, take off all your clothes, and get into inspection position on the bed. Time to earn a cock in your mouth! I'll be there in a few minutes. Be waiting for me with your ass nice and high, or there will be trouble! Oh, and don't talk. You can't talk until I tell you so."
I scurry out of the room and towards the bedroom. I take off my skirt, shirt, and bra, and lay them aside carefully. Then, I climb up onto your bed on my hands and knees, spread my legs nice and wide, and put my face down, looking off to the side towards the door. My body is a covered in hot areas—my spanked ass, my blushing face, my simmering pussy, and all I can think about is sex as I wait for you.
Several minutes go by with me displaying myself like this to an empty room... and maybe a neighbor or two, since the curtains aren't drawn. I am tempted to play with my pussy while I wait for you, but I know you want me to ask permission every time I do that, and you haven't given me permission for two whole days. I instead focus on clenching and pulsing my pussy, in an attempt to both maintain my arousal and keep myself tight for your cock whenever you decide to use my pussy in that way.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you come into the room.
"I smell your sex, you naughty girl," you say, as you seat yourself behind me on the edge of the bed. My pussy pulses and quivers involuntarily as you sit so close. I can't see what you are doing, but I am hoping you are looking at my exposed ass and pussy and enjoying what you are seeing.
Your fingers begin to trace the outlines of my ass and thighs, carefully avoiding my glistening labial folds, I begin to rock back and forth a bit, unconsciously, and you stop and say, "Don't make me have to correct you again. Stay still. This isn't for you to enjoy, it's for me to inspect you. I want a good look at my ass and my pussy. "
