We're at home one evening, lounging after a particularly long day for both of us. We're both reading; I'm going through a magazine and you're reading a book. I'm stroking your hair, just enjoying how you feel, your body leaned up against me on the couch. Suddenly, you look at me, grin, and walk out of the room. Before you leave, I cock an eyebrow upwards, watch you leave, then flip through my magazine again. You come back with your first ruler in your hands, wearing only a soft t-shirt, beaming.
"Lauren, sweetie...you've been a good girl lately. You haven't done anything wrong."
"I know."
You smile sweetly and place the ruler on my lap. My magazine finds its way to the coffee table and you lie across me, your ass sticking up high in the air for me, head down and facing outward, your cheek resting on a cushion, arms behind your back. I pull off my belt and secure your wrists there. Although you can't see it, I smile and look at you adoringly, knowing what a treasure you are. At first, I rub your ass with my hand lightly. The ruler rests on your thighs and then both hands start to rub your back, over the flimsy shirt, then under it. When you've relaxed a little bit, I pick up the ruler and lightly swat you on the ass twice with the ruler. You immediately sigh, full of contentment. I lightly swat your ass and thighs down to your knees, listening to you groan with release on every stroke. Once I'm at your knees I work the ruler up your thighs and ass again, but pulling on your hair at the same time. As your head is pulled back, the gutteral groans you release are of pure ecstasy. Your hips squirm and you can feel me become erect underneath you; knowing this how much this is turning me on makes you moan that much louder.
I continue giving you crisp, light swats and run the trail from your ass to your knees again, then back up. My hand is still pulling on your hair on the way down to your knees, but I run my fingernails down your back (over your shirt) on the ruler's way back up. It's light enough not to draw blood, but hard enough that trails could be seen down your back if the shirt were to be lifted.
"Lauren, you've been a very good girl the last few days. You may go get your favorite toy if you wish."
You're off my lap in a flash, causing me to chuckle at your exuberance. I untie your wrists, placing my belt beside me on the couch. When you come back you see that I'm still fully clothed and a little bit of disappointment appears on your face. Because you're my princess and have been so good lately, I unzip my pants, my cock springing up. You look at me gratefully and claim your place again across my lap, my hard cock lying against your belly. One of your arms is outstretched again, grasping the arm of the couch. The other is firmly between your legs, working your favorite vibrator inside you. When I hear the familiar soft, wet sucking sounds from between your thighs, I crack the ruler against your ass again and offer you my fingers to suck. Our playing has made you impatient for release and I can feel you bucking hard in my lap, whining when I start to just rub the ruler against your ass instead of swatting you with it.
"Even when you've been good, you know the rules. Good girls have to maintain discipline at all times. Have you asked permission to cum?"
"Mmmrrpph." You shake your head, my fingers still in your mouth. Your hips buck more, craving the sting of wood against your flesh.
"So you know that you're just driving yourself crazy, right? The longer you do this and bring yourself close without asking permission to cum, the worse it's going to be." I take my wet fingers out of your mouth and caress your face with it. From the way you're fucking yourself with your toy, I know how close you are.
"P-please?"
"Please what?"
