She closed her eyes as the hot water ran over her hair and skin, washing the soap away. She knew that she needed to hurry or they would be late, but she was dreading the evening. She just wanted to stay home and crawl into bed with him. Bed...her thoughts shifted to how much she wanted him today. He hadn't given her permission to orgasm for him all week, and it was starting to make her crazy.
She couldn't resist running her hand over her breasts and down her belly to rub over her clit. Letting out a deep breath, she slipped a finger inside of her pussy. God she needed an orgasm so badly. It wouldn't take much, she was so desperate for one.
A small sound made her open her eyes, only to see blue ones staring at her. He was leaning against the end edge of the shower, watching her.
"What do you think you're doing, girlie?"
She tried to even out her breathing and moved her hand away from body. "Umm....just washing myself?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, "Is that a question or your final answer?" She turned to shut the shower off and reached for her towel, drying herself off and wrapping it around her. Trying to avoid answering, because she couldn't lie to him.
He cupped her chin and made her look towards him, but she lowered her eyes. "Look at me," he ordered.
She raised her eyes to meet his and bit her lip, fidgeting under his stare. "Yes, Sir?"
"We are going to be late because you keep stalling, and you did not have permission to touch MY pussy."
She shook her head slightly, "Actually you only said that I couldn't orgasm, not that I couldn't touch myself."
His look told her that wasn't the right answer. "Really girl? Really?
Technically she was telling the truth about what he said, but she knew what she was doing in the shower wasn't okay.
"I'm sorry Sir, it's just that I really need one."
It only took her about a half a second to realize that she said the wrong thing. Damn it, she was always forgetting that.
"Need?" He tugged her towel off, letting it fall to the floor. "Bend over the sink, girlie. You've gotten away with that mistake too many times."
Gah, she knew not to say need, he had this thing about it. Even though she felt it was a need, she tried very hard not to say that word. She had been spanked for it before, and yet still forgot again.
"But Sir, don't we have to be leaving?" she tried to remind him.
"NOW girl." His voice held a lot of power when he said it like that.
She closed her mouth, and moved quickly to the sink, leaning over it.
He smacked her ass with his bare hand. "How do you answer me, girl?
"Yes Sir," she murmured, "I'm sorry Sir, I meant WANT, not need. I really want an orgasm....I'm losing my mind.
"Oh do give over girlie, that's a bit over dramatic," he said from behind her, his hand coming down hard against her ass again.
She didn't think so, but she kept her mouth shut as the force pushed her against the sink, the sudden sting making her gasp. She gripped the edges of the sink, trying to hold still.
He moved next to her, bracing his hand on her back to hold her down, and brought his other hand hard against her ass again. Again and again, his hand landed on one ass cheek or the other, until she stopped trying to count them in her head.
"Sir please," she pleaded as her skin burned, and each smack only intensified the feeling.
"I've spanked you for this before, and I don't think you've quite learned your lesson," he said, as he let his hand off her back and helped her to stand. She leaned into his chest, and he held her close, running his hands over her bare, reddened skin to soothe it. "Go lay over the foot of the bed, and wait for me."
She didn't look up at him as she moved away to walk into the bedroom, laying over the end of the bed, exposing her ass to him again. Why did she have to say that word....or touch herself in the shower for that matter, she thought as she watched him approached the bed. He had the heavy, thick leather strap in his hand, and she moaned in protest.
The strap didn't sting as much as the wooden paddle, but it was more a deeper hurt and always made it difficult to sit for days afterwards. Tonight was going to be a lot of sitting and he knew it.
"Please Sir not the strap, I'm begging you."
He ran it over her ass and down her thighs as he said, "Put your hands behind your back girlie, now."
She moved both her hands behind her back, only to feel him grasped them together in his strong hand. It calmed her, the feeling of him taking away more control, and she tried to relax further into the bed.
He brought the strap down at the crease between her ass and thighs, and she jerked up only to find that she couldn't move with him holding her there.
Sucking in her breath, she held it as he slowly increased the strength in which the strap slapped across her ass or thighs. She couldn't hold her breath any longer and cried out, begging him to stop.
He paused, his hand running circles over her inflamed skin, and asked, "Do you need to use your safe word?"
She shook her head, and she felt his hand smack against her ass hard.
"How do you respond to me, girl?"
"No Sir, I don't need to use my safe word." It came out muffled against the bed, but he must have understood because the strap connected with her thighs two seconds later.
She wasn't sure how many smacks it was before she started sobbing, her legs quivering as they threatened to buckle underneath her.
He let go of her hands, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her up into his lap. The pressure on her sore ass made her whimper, and she tried to adjust to take the weight off of it. It was impossible, he made sure to leave no part unmarked from the strap.
