It's the weekend, I've slept late. I woke up feeling rested, relaxed. My hands absently wandered over my body, rubbing scratching. My skin welcomes each warm glide of my fingers. My nipples tighten as the tips of my fingers glide over them. One hand moves down, over my stomach and lower. It sifts through wiry pubic hair until it makes contact with my cock. I'm hard. My cock is standing tall, thick and hot. I wrap my fingers around it and begin to pump. My eyes close, my head falls back on the pillows. Mouth opening, breath speeding, a small moan of pleasure escapes my throat.
I've worked so hard all week, I've barely had time to breathe let alone pleasure myself in any way. My hand tightens on my cock, the pleasure builds. Precum leaks from the slit of the heavy, throbbing head, my thumb slides over it, spreading the wet, electrifying every nerve it touches. Another moan is drawn from deep inside. My hand moves faster, stroking, stroking. My hips undulate against the bed, back bowing, my cock erupts. Spurt after spurt of thick hot cum explodes and arcs across my body, draping my chest and belly in warm white rivulets.
Breathing hard, I begin to relax, my body easing down on the bed. I feel wonderful, until a voice brings me back to reality.
"Who gave you permission to jack off slave?"
Joyous tension fills my body, fear and anticipation shiver down my spine. Mistress has arrived. She has caught me. I turn my head on the pillow and there she stands. Tall and proud, a big beautiful woman dressed in skin tight brown leather. Brown is Mistress's color. It compliments her alabaster skin, her hazel eyes and her long blonde hair.
Her nipples are exposed by the cut-outs in her bustier. They are high, richly red, and pinched hard and tight. Her leather pants are crotchless, open, exposing her plump smooth pussy lips. Mistress got excited watching me play, her pussy is swollen and wet. I can see the moisture shine on her skin. She walks to the bed, her boots making an ominous thumping sound, that sends another shiver down my spine. Mistress is holding her paddle. I am in trouble.
"I asked you a question, slave. Who gave you permission to jack off?" Mistress's voice is stern as she demands an answer.
"No one Mistress." I answer, my throat is tight, my eyes are drawn to the paddle that gently sways in Mistress's hand. My ass tightens, I know what's coming.
"And so you've been bad. Again. You must be punished, my slave. Assume the position."
I scramble out of bed, eager to do as Mistress orders. Quick compliance pleases Mistress and will make my punishment less severe. I face the bed, leaning over, my hands palms down on the mattress, presenting my ass to Mistress.
Mistress is pleased, "Very good slave." her hand slides over the flesh of my ass, so softly, so gently, "Such a beautiful ass, so smooth and lily white. It need color slave. Shall we give it color?"
"Yes Mistress, please." I'm panting with excitement, my cock has risen, renewed, growing hard, leaking.
"How shall we give it color, slave?" Mistress asks.
"Spank me." I reply. I am so eager for the paddle I forget my training.
