You are sitting at the kitchen table, reading your newspaper, and I'm on the other side of the table, wearing a sexy little black number eating fresh strawberries with cream for breakfast. Playfully, I throw a strawberry at you and hit the paper. You lower the paper and give me *that* look. I smile impishly and you say, "You won't be in such a playful mood if I get up and redden your ass for you" To which I laugh, (a challenge). You then proceed to get up and come around the table. I shriek, and jump up to run but you catch me by my wrist and drag me over to the couch.
You pull me down on the couch and drape me over your lap. "Now lets see how playful you feel" you say as you proceed to lower my black lace panties down to my knees. You don't take them off, you leave them there, entrapping my thighs. I look back at you and say "you wouldn't dare" and am answered with a loud, "SMACK! Across my cheeks. I shriek and you proceed to rain sharp stinging slaps across my ass. I'm kicking and screaming, (and getting hotter) You stop and put your hand between my legs to find me wet.
You dip a finger inside my pussy, coating it with my juices, then pull it out and bring it to my lips. "Lick" you say, and I do, moaning at the eroticism of it. Then you SMACK! my ass again. "I let you get away with too much" You admonish. "It's time you learn some respect and remember whose in control" Then you SMACK me again before slipping your finger inside me again. Over and over you finger fuck me until I'm ready to cum, then you stop (sadist) "No, pleassseee don't stop!" I wail. You laugh.
"I'm in a playful mood now" you announce. You continue to smack my ass, alternating cheeks with each smack, rubbing in between, driving me crazy.
You tease me by lifting my panties just to the bottom of my redden globes, then lowering them again, fingering me, Smacking me until I'm crying out for the end of this sexual torture.
But you will hear none of it. You make me get up from your lap and bend over the couch,. Still my panties are down around my knees and you won't let me take them off. You tell me not to move, and I don't. Too aroused now to disobey, afraid I won't get the release I'm so desperate for at this point.
I hear you unzip your pants from behind me and I moan out loud. you laugh again, "Slut" you say. "Daddy's little slut want to get her ass fucked?"
You ask in this deceptive sultry voice.
