This made me super hot to write.
I seriously wanted to scream. My day could not possibly be going any worse. I stormed into the house from the car and threw my purse on the bookshelf and my jacket on the back of the couch. "Hello?" I called out, "Anyone home?" Silence was my only answer. I started to walk towards the back of the house, to our bedroom, and opened the door. My mouth flew open and stayed still for a several seconds while I took in the view laid before me. The bedroom was dimly lit, with 20 or more candles, some off white and others purple, casting a softly romantic warm light. There were at least thirty red and white roses spread in numerous vases on our nightstands, dresser and vanity. There was soft music playing from the stereo, Christina Perri, I was pretty sure, and, in the middle of it all, was you.
You, glorious you, looking at me expectantly, awaiting my response with the smug undertone to your smile I had come to love so much. You knew me well, that was for sure, and you took great pleasure in showing that to me through romantic actions such as these. You, who could melt away any negative feelings by just giving me your eyes, and your attention, knew how to take it further and how to have me at your feet, willingly. Me, who had never let anyone even dream of controlling her, took ultimate pleasure in you doing just that. You and I were perfect for each other and time had done nothing but further prove that exactly to be true.
I instantly knew that tonight we would playing one of our favorite games; my pulse quickened at the thought. All of the problems of the day left my mind and all I could think about was being close to you. I moved to hug you but you held a stern look in your eyes and your hand out to stop me from approaching and so I stood still, waiting. I tried not to smile but that was nearly impossible when looking at you. I bit my lip and did my best to maintain composure.
"I have laid out in the closet your outfit for you to wear after your shower," You speak sharply and maintain eye contact, lust and power gleaming in your gorgeous hazel eyes. My eyes jump to admire your body, I've suddenly noticed you are wearing a purple t-shirt that shows off your chest and arms nicely and a tight pair of jeans, both making my mouth water a little bit. You are so fine, I think, as I always think, and I suddenly realize you are looking at me sternly, have you said something that I missed?!
"W-what?" I stammer nervously.
"Hmm, well there's punishment one. I said you have thirty minutes to get ready or punishment two will be enforced as well," As you say this you stand to leave the room, no doubt to gather the tools you will be using to keep me in line over the next several hours. You break eye contact as you turn to leave and I quickly move to do what you have asked. I take a quick shower, keeping my long brown hair pinned up as to not get it wet. I wash my body thoroughly, taking a bit of extra time on my breasts, slowly running the soft material of the pink loofah over my nipples, getting them hard and bringing my arousal up a bit higher. I love feeling the warm water run over my hot body and I am starting to get wet in other places. I fear losing track of time so I hurriedly move on, taking a razor to my legs, underarms and bikini area. I then rinse one final lingering time, mentally calculating that I have half the allotted time left to dress and put the finishing touches on myself.
I step out of the shower, wrap a blue towel around myself, and stand on the purple rug to dry my body off. I then tuck the ends of the towel in so it will stay and then move into the closet to see what I will be wearing. I see a short black flared skirt and a tight, low collared red top with five silver buttons and flared sleeves. I see a pair of black stilettos on the ground. Hanging next to it is a lacy black and red bra with a matching g-string. It's something I would never wear on my own but gladly wear for you and even like it more than a little, not that I would ever admit it to you. I quickly dress and put on the shoes then carefully walk back to the bathroom to put on a bit of makeup and some perfume. I then head back to the bedroom to stand by the bed and wait for you.
When the door opens several minutes later you enter, carrying a couple of bags that you bring over to set at the end of the bed. You then glance at the clock and look me over. "You made it timing wise, good thing, baby," I love it when you call me baby, it always makes my knees weak, and as you come to stand right in front of me I nearly stumble. You reach out to stroke my neck and my face and lean in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. Before I can react you pull back and reach out to tweak my left nipple through my shirt. Then another, longer kiss that takes my breath away as our tongues dance around wildly, expressing the strong desire we have for one another. You again pull back and stand up straight, and I know the game is about to begin. "Turn around and put your hands on the bed." Your voice has taken on the sexy authoritative tone that always comes out when we play like this.
The kiss has left me wanting more and I hesitate slightly. "NOW!" You snap and I quickly turn. I lean over to bring my hands to the bed and my ass sticks slightly up in the air. I hear you rustle through one of the bags before you come up behind me. You start to rub my ass, pulling the skirt up and out of your way and I can feel a breeze on the bare skin the panty does nothing to cover. I feel a flat wooden instrument slide over my ass and a chill goes through me. "This is your first punishment, 10 spanks with this paddle. If you scream out I will only hit you harder, if you don't, I will add five more. Your choice!" You finish your sentence with a smile I can feel, I know you love this, controlling me and forcing to make impossible choices. And you know that ultimately, it is exactly what I need and what makes me so hot for you.
The gentle rubbing stops and I brace myself for the first stinging smack I know is coming. I tense up in expectation and again I feel your hand and relax. That is when you swing back the paddle and bring it full force to my left ass cheek. Smack! I take the blow, not yet having decided which option I will choose and it hurts but not unbearably. The next three blows, however, all with growing force and in quick succession, have me screaming out in pain. The choice made, I prepare myself for what is to come but the pain is starting to overtake my brain and so is the wetness between my legs. It hurts, yes, but also feels so good that I can't help but want more. My desires are rewarded as you continue my spanking, the paddle coming at me faster and harder as you tell me to count the remaining spanks.
"S-s-s-Six" Smack. "Ahhh, ssseven!" Blows eight, nine and ten are almost too much and I scream out the numbers loudly, relieved and disappointed at the same time when you are done. I remain in place, waiting for your next direction as you stand back to admire your handiwork.
