As I run my fingers across your back allowing the tips of my fingers to touch your skin ever so softly, I run the back of my fingers allowing my nails to barely touch your skin realizing bra is creating an obstacle to the smooth lines of your beautiful flesh. I suddenly realize that your bra hooks in the back. You were instructed that your bra was to hook in the front. You clearly have disobeyed instructions.
I whisper in your ear that you did disobey me by not wearing the proper bra. You protest stating that this is the only sheer bra you had. I inform you I will consider that. I leave you standing there blind folded with soft music playing as you ponder what might happen next.
After a short 10 seconds I run my hand softly over your skirted ass and you take a deep breathe awaiting the next thing that might happen. I lift your skirt softly and slowly and rub that sweet ass of yours a few more times through your panties. Your mind races as you feel nothing and you know your ass is no longer covered by your skirt.
I allow you to stew in your thoughts as you wait, I purposely, quietly move about. You hear something but are not totally sure what it is you hear. I have a ping-pong paddle that I brought just to make sure that I could provide a stinging reminder of whose ass you belong to today. I purposefully let you wait a minute as I get my paddle. While you are waiting your mind is racing as the seconds tick away with little noise and movement that you can discern. Your mind is running all over the place in a form of negative sensory overload. Yearning for anything that might give you a hint of what might come next. The thoughts running through your mind make your pussy wetter and your nipples harder.
Suddenly you feel WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK alternating from your right to left ass check hard and firm through your panties. WHACK, WHACK, 3 more WHACKS on each cheek, as the sound booms in your ears, and your body shudders, as your ass stings and your pussy throbs and whimpers escape your lips. The paddle is hard and yet sensual, the pain and pleasure flow over your body. I remind you whispering in your ear softly that disobeying me is never a good idea. You apologize profusely, but I will hear none of it. You do as you are told my bitch.
Your ass stinging as you a drawer opens and closes and then you feel something cold and hard against your skin of your stomach heading up towards your chest slowly, it has an edge. I allow the point of what is a pair of scissors press into your flesh a little bit so you feel it, and do the same to the other side as I slowly run them up the flesh of your stomach towards your chest and snip the bra that you should not have worn, releasing your breasts from the containment of the thin bra. Your delisious breasts drop free of the constraint as little as it was. I then move the scissors to the straps and snip, snip and what is left of your bra falls to the ground. You take a deep breath as your breasts are unleashed. I ask you again if you understand your station with me, and if you will disobey me again? You respond No, Sir
I then slowly and softly run my fingers over your back again no longer constricted by the fabric of your bra and run my fingers up and down underneath your blouse. I run them up and down the sides of your body as you shiver again almost giggling as I found your ticklish spot. I then move slowly towards the front of your body again avoiding your breasts those delicious mounds of flesh on your chest that are so succulent, sexy and sensual. I run my fingers up and down the middle of your chest brushing against your breasts and against the sides of your breast and then down from the top separating my fingers to run around the edges of your breasts as a they slowly work their way softly down to your belly button and then using the back of my fingers I let my nails slowly run up across her skin and then brush over your breasts avoiding your nipples. You take a very deep breath as the excitement builds your nipples are very very hard. They are like hard little erasers sitting on top of your soft beautiful breasts. I softly run my fingers around them telling you how soft and delicious they feel.
Your breathing is heavy, your pussy is soaking your panties, at this moment you want to be taken, ravaged, fucked hard and deep and fast... You yearn but for the damn quarters... and the sting of the paddle.