Without even opening my eyes, I rolled over until my elbow bumped into her warm skin. For a few seconds I kept still, wondering if I had woken her up but when I didn't hear her soft voice, I moved closer. My hands found her shoulder, grasped her tenderly and gently pulled her toward me.
"Good morning," I whispered and kissed her neck.
"Good morning," she answered and leaned her head forward, offering more of her neck to me.
I continued to kiss her tender skin but after a few seconds I reached down and gave her a playful smack on her butt.
At least I thought it was playful until she started to scream.
"Son of a..." she yelled and pushed me away.
I was taken by surprise and she escaped my grasp before I could pull her back.
"That hurt," she continued to yell as she got up, rubbing her bruised behind.
I started to laugh. I had completely forgotten about the bruises I had left on her the evening before.
"This was inappropriate on so many levels," I said. "Bend over, I'll give you five with my bare hand and we'll call it even."
"No," she said in the voice of a pouting child. "This isn't fair. I'm tired."
"Alright, ten smacks then."
"You --"
I waved her off. "Fifteen?"
Finally she gave in; not that she could have stopped me. She nodded and moved closer to the bed.
"Yes, Master," she said but her eyes showed that she didn't agree with my decision to punish her.
"I believe I let you off easy," I said. "You didn't greet me properly, you cursed and you pushed me away."
"But I --"
Again I motioned her to shut up.
"Nothing," I said. "There is no excuse, especially for the cursing. You know I don't like my girl to curse or use raunchy language."
"Yes, Master," she said and laid down in front of me.
My first few slaps were gentle and I made sure to place them on the least bruised areas but when she started to lift her hips to meet my hand, that changed.
I brought my hand down hard. She jumped, groaned and then fell back down onto the white sheets.
"Nine," she counted and looked at me.
"That's a good little pain slut," I told her and smiled a little. I really hadn't expected her to get horny from a spanking she didn't agree with. "Good girl."
"Thank you, Master," she said. "Would it be too raunchy for me to ask you to fuck me?"
I nodded. "Fucking is a word I can use but you need to find a nicer one, a more girlie one."
While I was still talking, I rose my hand again and delivered another stinging blow.
"Ten," she grunted. "Master, please make love to me? Please? I want to feel you inside me!"
Instead of answering, I delivered the next blow. This time a low scream came over her lips and her legs twitched up.
"Eleven," she said and slowly lowered her legs back onto the sheets. "Please, Master? I beg you to make love to me. Please? Slam your cock into me and--"
The next slap cut her begging short.
"Cock? Slam? That's not very graceful."
"Twelve," she yelped. "Master! Please! I want you. I need you. I just want you to --"
I delivered the next three blows as fast and hard as I could, then I quickly scooted backwards and leaned against the headboard. Her body was still trembling and she clenched her buttocks several times before she realized I was done.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," she counted and then took a deep breath. "I just want to fuck you," she moaned. "This is mean. You know I want you and I'm not allowed to tell you?"
I chuckled and motioned her to come closer. "If you need to use words to show me that you want me, then you have already failed," I said. "I'm not trying to be mean but actions speak so much louder than words."
"But Master, I need to --"
"You need to do exactly as I told you," I cut her off. "I don't want a whore that will fuck every guy that ever said hi to her. I want a perfect little girl, one that looks and acts so innocent that everybody will think she is still a virgin. Only I know that under that cute summer dress she is naked, wearing a butt plug in her ass and my cum in her pussy."
Instead of answering she gave me the perfect pouty lips and the most pleading look.
"See, that's so much better than cursing," I said.
"But you said ass."
"Yes, I did. But you won't, understood?"
"Yes, Master," she said, still pouting. For a moment she opened her mouth for another protest, then she slowly turned around and laid on her back. "What would Master like to do?" she asked while she spread her legs until I was staring right at her pussy.
"Nice," I said. "Just because I tell you to be good, doesn't mean you have to act properly in other people's eyes."
"Yes, Master," she said and scooted forward until her pussy pressed against my hand. Instinctively I curled my fingers and the next time she moved, two of them slid deep into her.
"Come be a good girl," I told her and held my fingers out.
She was still breathing heavily but she anyway nodded and managed to slowly turn around.
"Yes, Master," she said and took my fingers into her mouth. For a second she sucked on them, then she started to use her tongue. Slowly her tongue circled my fingers, slid between them and played with the tiny bit of skin between them.
"You had a nice orgasm?"
"Yes, Master. I wish you had fu--" she said. Her eyes closed for a moment but then she opened them again and smiled at me. "I wish I would have had the privilege to satisfy you as well."
I gently patted the top of her head. "That's a good girl," I complimented.
"Thank you, Master," she said. Her smile grew a little bigger and in her eyes I could see her lust.
Knowing that she wanted me made me feel special but I needed to tease her a little longer before I took her again.
"I'm hungry but first we need a shower. We smell like sex."
"I like that smell," she said.
"Me too but it doesn't fit a good, innocent girl."
"Yes, Master," she said and blew me a kiss.
I smiled at her for a moment, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward me.
"Good girl," I said once more and then pressed my lips against hers. For a split second we were face to face, her eyes staring right into mine, then she started to melt. Her eyes closed and her lips opened, inviting in my tongue.
After I had rinsed her off, my girl pushed herself down on my cock again. She was waiting for me to pull away but I put my hand on her wet hair and started to guide her forward and backward slowly. After a few strokes, I let go of her hair again and she obediently continued moving.
"I'm starved," I said. I had completely forgotten about dinner after she had worn me out.
My girl nodded and closed her eyes. Her lips felt great but what made her blowjobs so extraordinary was the effort, the attention, she put into them. At first she had been using her hands but when I told her I actually enjoyed watching her struggle to capture my cock with her lips and tongue alone, she had quickly learned to keep her hands behind her back.
I smiled down at her generously and watched her movements. Every time she pulled back she would move until the tip of my cock became visible. Then her tongue would start to circle; sometimes just once, sometimes for what felt like minutes before she thrusted herself down again.
"You're cute," I said and took a hold of her hair again. Immediately I felt her body go limp and she willingly followed my guide as I moved her head faster and faster.
Then I suddenly stopped. Her head was pressed firmly against my crotch and I wanted to remind her not to swallow but I was already too close. I pulled her away until my cock almost slipped from her lips, then I came.
She didn't need a reminder. When I got out of the tub and looked at her, she was kneeling there, her mouth wide open, my cum covering her tongue like a white blanket.
"Dry off, put the red butt plug in and then put on the red dress I bought you the other day. The matching red shoes too."
Even with my cum still in her mouth she managed to make some noises that somehow resembled a proper acknowledgment, then she stood up and took the towel from me.
"Good girl," I said and left the bathroom. I had just cum but my cock showed no signs of going limp. I had never before had such a perfect toy like her and I felt like I was 18 once again. Always horny, always ready.
I threw on a shirt and a pair of dress pants. I could barely pull up the zipper over my hard cock and the tent it made was obvious. With a happy smile on my face I stepped in front of the air conditioner. The icy air pushed against the thin fabric of my pants. After just a few seconds I could feel the cool chill and my cock starting to soften.
After about a minute, I could hear my pet crawl in, look through the suitcases and then getting dressed. I did my best to ignore her. I tried to not even think of the butt plug or how she was inserting it but it was difficult and it took me a few minutes before my cock had shrunk enough and I was finally decent.
I turned around and almost got hard again. Like I had taught her, she was kneeling at the door, her thighs wide apart and her dress pulled up enough that I could see her pussy.
"Good girl," I told her as I walked across the room. Immediately her mouth opened and she showed me the large glob of my cum and her saliva that had formed in her mouth. She had always told me that she enjoyed swallowing cum but that she was so obedient made me smile again.
"Not yet," I told her and motioned her to rise. Then I opened the door and pointed her in the direction of the elevator.
"I will go sit down at the table and you will prepare my plate at the buffet," I said while we walked down the hallway. "You know what I like. Then get me something to drink. Once I'm all happy, I will send you to get some food and drink for yourself. When you're done, you sit down and wait. I will tell you when you are allowed to swallow and start eating."
By the time we made it down to the breakfast area, it was pretty obvious that there was something in her mouth. Her chin was lower than normal and her cheeks looked slightly puffy but she still did as I had ordered. While my pet went to get my food and drink, I chose the large table in the corner for us and sat down. I opened the newspaper I had grabbed on the way down and started to read.
I looked up every time my girl came back to my table. The first time she brought me a plate of bacon and eggs, then some toast and finally a glass of milk and another one of orange juice.
"Very good," I said and squeezed her hand gently. "Now you can go get your own breakfast."
I blew her a kiss. She smiled a little and waited patiently until I let go of her hand. Then she turned and walked away. I dropped the newspaper and watched her hips sway with every step. The dress I had bought her did little to conceal her beautiful body but at the same time the gentle red and plain fabric made her look like she was even younger than she really was. She looked so tempting that if I didn't already own her, I would have jumped up to introduce myself right there.
