I slip in the door without a sound, making sure to close it ever so quietly behind me. I've come home later than anticipated, hoping that I've arrived before Master and haven't left him waiting. I've been a bad kitty, teasing him with naughty messages and pictures all day.
The light is out and I don't hear anything, so I assume I'm safe. I decide to head to the kitchen to make a cup of tea to warm me from the damp cold. Switching on the kettle, I rummage through the cupboard to find my favourite, hidden somewhere near the back.
Suddenly I'm pressed against the counter, one hand lightly around my neck and the other holding my hip in place as I feel his rock hard cock press against my ass.
"I want my slut. You've left me waiting," Master tells me, biting my ear.
I press my ass back against him, horny and wanting to play. He draws in a sharp breath and presses me down over the counter, holding my head in place. I struggle, knowing I'll be punished for being so late.
"No," he says, his other hand holding one of my wrists behind my back, "You've been insolent and you need to be disciplined" he tells me, panting slightly with anticipation.
I hear him undo his belt and loop it, slapping it in his hand to let me know just how hard I'm going to get it.
"Turn around," he orders.
I do, gazing at my feet.
"Strip from the waist down. I want to see your cunt and ass," he tells me.
"But Master I don't..."
"Right now, Elle," he commands, squaring his jaw.
Again, I do as I'm told, wanting to be a good girl, unzipping my jeans and sliding them off. I stand, chilly, still looking at my feet in a black, lacy pair of underwear and pause while fingering the waistband.
"Come now, Elle. Off with them," Master coaxes.
I bite my lip and feel my face light up, blushing with embarrassment. I can't.
"Alright then, have it your way," he says walking towards me, placing the belt down on the counter.
Master turns me around and I whimper, trying to move away, but he catches my wrist and holds one of my hands behind my back while spreading my legs with his knee. My other hand lays flat on the counter top so I can steady myself. He pulls my underwear down roughly and finds them moist, my pussy lips pink and swollen, and my thighs wet.
"Mmm..." he coos in my ear, sliding a hand down my front and fondling me while his hard cock once again presses into my ass. "You're all wet, whore. You want to be punished, don't you?"
I say nothing, my face hot and glowing. I struggle to free my hand but Master's hold is strong.
"Don't you?" he asks again, fingering my clit and biting my neck softly.
"Yes, Master... please?" I whisper, giving in to his touch.
"Good girl," he says, slapping my cunt and making me gasp.
I'm freed from his grasp as he picks of the belt and begins stroking my ass with it teasingly. The cool, smooth leather feels exquisite on my bare skin.
SLAP!
The belt meets my skin unexpectedly, and a sharp sting runs down my legs. I quiver and moan, feeling electrified.
