Sir is amused. She can tell by how his eyes glitter as he looks her over. There's possibly a hint of a smile just where his lips turn up.
Yes, he likes seeing what he's made her scribble in black sharpie against her pale tits: Sir's slut.
Even now, when she knows to expect a punishment, her pussy can't stay dry. She's drenched, wetness running between her thighs.
His hand suddenly grabs her chin.
"Are you a slut? A slut for me?"
"Yes." She doesn't mean to whisper; she knows he won't like it.
Fingers pinch her nipple hard. "Louder. And what's my name?"
"Yes, Sir," she corrects.
"Hmm." He steps away from her, regarding her from head to breasts to cunt to toe.
He then loosens his tie and rolls up the starched sleeves of his dress shirt. He reaches for something on her dresser. With dread, she realizes it's her hairbrush. The one with the thin, sharp, pointy bristles.
"You displeased me today. For that, you get five spanks on your pussy. If you don't call them out as loudly as I want, I'll give you five more. And so on. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Sir."
"Get on the bed and spread your legs."
Quickly she follows his instructions. She doesn't want to get any more punishments tonight; she hates disappointing him.
After she's settled, he strikes; she doesn't have time to prepare. Lightning fast her brush smacks down on her soaked tender flesh. It fucking stings and her thighs tighten as her ass lifts off the bed.
She counts as he punishes her. By the end she's hurting yet impossibly wetter than before. Thankfully she has received her punishment as ordered. The brush is set down.
"Get on your knees." The order is crisp. Dry. And so fucking hot.
Onto her knees she scurries. He removes his shirt slowly. His pants slip down. That delicious cock springs out when he pushes off his boxers.
And then he's directly in front of her. "Now for your second punishment this evening..."
She blinks and he lets the smile that's been hiding break out across his face.
"Did you really think I'd let you get away with cumming when I explicitly told you not to? Did you honestly think five pussy slaps with your crap brush would suffice? Tsk, tsk. I might just have to punish you for that, too." His hand fists his cock. "Your second punishment is to watch me jack off over you. You can't touch it and you can't taste it to get me off. You don't get that honor tonight. You also can't talk to me, or make any noise. You're just there for me to cum on, and maybe for me to play with for my own fucking pleasure. And I'm going to cum all over your face and you can't lick it up or take it off."
He begins right away. The sound of his hand running up and down his slick cock is enough to make her mouth water. She wants to moan but she knows she can't. Yes, this is most definitely a punishment.
Sometimes he lets the wet head graze her lips. Other times it glides across her cheek. His intense eyes drift from hers down to her lips, to his cock smearing his precum all over her face, to her nipples that are hard and begging for her- even if she can't say the words.
He take his time. He makes her see everything she could be doing- lovingly twirling fingers across the head, cupping those yummy balls, twisting his palm on every downstroke.
And then he's panting harder. His sweat is dripping from his body down to hers.
"You're a cumslut, aren't you? My little cumslut."
She says nothing, but she swears she could cum from the words and his stare alone. She desperately hopes she doesn't.
"I shouldn't even let you feel my cum. I should waste it so you could see I'd rather give away your gift to the floor than to you. But I'm feeling greedy tonight and I want to see you covered in it."
