He walks into our bedroom and surveys the room. I'm naked, on my knees in the middle of the floor. Yesterdays dirty clothes scattered as we took them off. The bed was still unmade. He silently walks to me, grabs my long brown hair and pushes me down until my face is on the floor.
"What a dirty little slut you are. Can't even clean the room? How lazy can you be?"
"I'm sorry Master; I was busy baking all day."
"Shut up you whore. You know I don't like excuses."
He lets go of my hair but I stay where he left me. My legs are spread apart and I can feel my pussy getting wet. I can't see what he is doing and I dare not lift my head. I can hear him digging in our chest of sex toys. He finds what he is looking for and stands over me. Cool leather runs along my spine.
"I'm going to have to punish you for being so filthy." He smacks me hard on the ass with the riding crop. A small cry comes out my lips. "And noisy too!" He delivers another hit. "Get on your back."
I roll onto my back, legs spread and knees bent. My arms are at my side. He rubs my clit with the crop and it feels so good. I know what was coming and the anticipation makes me wet. "Cry out again and I'll make you suck off that old guy in #104." I have to be quiet in our apartment building. He brings the crop down on my clit and I draw blood from biting my lip. The pain is blindingly intense and before it goes away he brings down the crop again. I know the rules, two hits for a messy room, one for being a loud slut. He brings the crop down a final time and my pussy drips its juices down unto my asshole.