As Cindy arrived home from church...she thought about all the errands she'd have to run and the fact her parents were expecting her to visit and to listen to them rehash their senior citizen bus trip for the eleventh time. The good thing about church was the feeling she got when she felt the world come off her shoulders for a little while. She wore a multi colored dress with spaghetti straps to allow her sunburn to heal a bit better. As she walked into her warm house...she was tempted to change to shorts and a tank top except that she felt too lazy to change. As she started clearing the dishwasher...she felt a presence that she wasn't expecting. Her breathing began to get deeper as she heard his voice behind her.
"How was church...my pet?" he asked. Her breathing stopped for a moment before she responded back.
"It was fine...Master. I was a good girl this morning." Her response was curt. She could feel her pussy start to get wetter as she felt his breath on her ear.
"But I wanted you to be bad..." he whispered. He knelt down and pulled the bottom of the dress upwards a bit so that her granny panties were showing. She immediately turned red knowing her master did not like them and forbade their use when he was present.
"Master...I wasn't expecting you today. So I wore..." her speech was cut short by the feeling of him rubbing her pussy through the panties. She moaned involuntarily. He then stood behind her and let the dress fall back into place.
"I was supposed to have the kids today. The bitch forgot to tell me when they were going to the beach. So I get to spend my time with my pet. Or would you rather I go so you can be the good girl?" His last question was more sarcastic than inquisitive. She turned to him.
"I-I-I- I just wasn't expecting you Master. That's all." As she turned towards him....he grabbed her wrist and led her towards the bedroom. It was a few moments before they reached her bed and her master pushed her onto it so she landed on her hands and knees. He smiled wide before he reached down and pulled the dress over her rear end. The granny panties were in view. He playfully tutted before pulling them down below her now exposed pussy.
"Even if I am not present...my pet...you are still not to wear these. I would have expected you to remember that these do nothing to flatter your gorgeous ass. I am going to have to spank you for it." The last sentence he spoke was more as sarcasm again because he knew how much of a pain slut she was. She loved her ass being as pink as her favorite butt plug. As he grabbed the flogger...she was frozen there motionless. The first smack was sudden and she yelped a bit before she composed herself.
"One..." she responded. He struck her with it again.
"Two..." she responded. In her mind she made a resolution to trash every pair of granny panties she had in her drawers. The spanking continued as he kept swatting and she kept counting until she reached thirty. There were a few quiet moments before she felt his tongue slide into her pussy.