Taing a Shot

She heard a notification on her phone from across the room. Steph was used to receiving texts at 9pm from Mark, it was his last break at work.

Curl your hair and put on some makeup, wear your black dress and heels. Make me dinner and sit and wait for me. Do not speak unless I instruct you to.

It was common for Steph to receive instructions like this prior to Mark's return from work. She loved pleasing Mark both inside and outside of the bedroom. She stopped her cleaning and prepared for his arrival.

When Mark came in the door to their small apartment, dinner was on the table and she was silently waiting for him at the table. Her hair laid gently on her shoulders in loose, romantic curls. She had slipped into the tight black dress that he loved and painted her toenails to match the heels. Steph hoped that Mark was pleased with her and the dinner she had prepared for him.

Steph began to feel a familiar tingle between her legs as his keys opened the door. She kept her head down and focused on keeping her excitement from showing. Mark kissed her gently on the cheek before pouring them each a glass of wine and sitting at the head of the table.

"You can serve dinner now." Mark said as he took a sip of his wine. Steph swiftly stood and retrieved the meal she had cooked from the kitchen. As she sat down to eat, she reached for a serving spoon when his hand gently grabs hers, "You can have 1 spoonful of each dish, no bread" Mark instructed quietly but firmly. She obliged and sat silently eating and listening to him talk about his day. Finishing her meal quickly, she did not move or speak but waited for him to finish and for further instructions. "Clean up this mess and be waiting for me on your knees when I get back. And get that dress off."

After he left the table to shower, Steph quickly got to work cleaning up dinner and doing the dishes. She knew she only had about 20 minutes before Mark would be out of the shower and expecting her ready for him. After pouring him a shot and dropping her dress to the floor, she knelt in the dining room, patiently waiting for him. The cool breeze from the open window in the dining room ticked her naked breasts, making them hard and alert.

When Mark returned to the dining room, he ignored Steph and took his shot to the couch with him. Turning on the TV, he began to relax. Steph continued to stay knelt in the dining room. Shit, the living room is a mess. She thought to herself. She continued on her knees, fully exposed, in the dining room while he relaxed in the living room. She felt herself wet in anticipation as the minutes passed.

"Bring me a beer and come clean this living room. It should have been done before I got home." Mark commanded sternly from the couch. Steph smiled to herself knowing that she would receive punishment for not cleaning before he arrived. She delivered his beer and begin cleaning the living room, trying not to be in the way of the TV or too loud. As she finished, Steph bent over to pick up a few pieces of paper on the floor in front of the couch. She felt his hand grab her long, brown ponytail. Frozen, she realized she was now on all fours in front of him with his hand wrapped firmly in her hair. Her ass was high in the air with her back arched and her neck pulled back by the force of his grip on her ponytail. Mark pulled her head back and growled at her to count before dropping her head back down. The deep, authoritative sound of his voice sent her hormones spiraling.

Steph could feel the sting of the first spank and adrenaline shoot through her entire body. "One, Two, Three", Mark continued to spank her ass forcefully and she can feel the wetness dripping down her legs. "Four, Five, Six, Seven", now spanking even harder and beginning a welt on her ass cheek. Mark insists that she count louder. The gravel in his voice and the sting of each spank gave Steph chills. "Eight, Nine, Ten", he makes the last one the firmest and she began to wimper in disappointment that he stopped. Perching his feet up on her back, Mark relaxes back on the couch. Steph wiggled under the pressure of his feet until she felt his hand grab her head. She feels is the roughness of the carpet on her cheek as he pushes her head down. "STAY THERE." Her body stiffened as though it knew on its own that she needed to obey.

Mark continues relaxing for a bit, resting his foot on the back of Steph's head to ensure she does not move. He commands her to kneel in front of him, making it known that he is not happy about having to hold her head down. He hands Steph his beer and walks away to smoke a cigarette. Steph obediently sits, holding his beer and smelling the cigarette smoke from the other room. She was craving one badly. When he returns, the smell of cigarettes and his cologne is intoxicating. Steph realized she must have made a face because he asks if she is wet. "Yes I am", she quietly mutters. He tries not to smile as he tell her, "Stand and let me feel". As Steph stands up, Mark slides his hand in between her legs and gently traces his finger along the inside of her thigh up to her pussy. "You said you were wet -- this is barely damp". She could hear the disappointment in his voice turn to frustration quickly.

Grabbing her hands behind her back, Mark walked Steph over to the wall and pushes her back up against the wall while moving his hand to her neck. "Stand here and don't move." He sits back down and watches tv, glancing over every so often with an "I told you not to move" look. Steph can feel her pussy pulsing more and more by the minute. Mark gets off the couch to go to the kitchen and as he passes, he stops and without saying a word, gives her face a hard slap. She crack of his hand against her cheek filled her with excitement. She can hear him open a beer in the kitchen before he yells back, "Sit your ass on the couch."

Steph is thankful for the relief. When he sits next to her, Mark forcefully spreads her legs and places his beer between her sticky, wet thighs. His beer is ice cold and is just close enough to her lips to feel the cold rush through her pussy. For the next few minutes they sit, watching TV and he continues to place his beer back between her legs after each drink. Each time he places the bottle back, he inches it closer and closer to Steph's clit and she began to coying bite her lip, enjoying the sensation.

He finishes his beer and hands it to her. "Throw this away and get back here on your knees." When Steph returns and kneels, he removes his pants and shoves his rock hard cock deep into her throat. His hand is on the back of her head, guiding her mouth over him repeatedly. As his hand loosens, Steph continues to lick and suck each inch of him until his cum is dripping out of her mouth. Without giving her a chance to clean myself, he bellows "Get up here". He pulls his pants up and Steph lays across his lap with her face down on the couch. He chooses a movie and begins watching. She lays silently and he fondles and spanks as he pleases. Steph can feel a spot on his pants getting damp from her wetness as his finger slides slowly inside and out of her.

She can feel his fingers deep inside her, speeding up as his other hand reaches to cover her mouth and quiet her moans. She cums without permission, knowing that Mark is not going to be happy about that. As soon as he realizes, he flips her off of him and pulls her onto the floor. He stands over her and strokes himself while telling Steph how bad she is at listening and that she knows better than to cum without permission. She lays quietly and apologetically as he cums all over her breasts and face.

Mark returns to the couch and she begin to get up to go clean her face when she hears him sternly say "No". So she returns to the floor to wait. Steph can taste his cum on her lips and begins to feel guilty for enjoying his punishment.

Eventually he leads her to the bathroom to clean up, putting her in the shower and washing her, gently caressing each inch of her body as he rinses away the soap. He gently dries her and lays her down on the bed, spreading out her arms and legs widely. Mark leaves Steph there, in the dark and returns to his movie. She lays still, aching for him to be inside her and feeling herself wet in anticipation. He comes in to see if she has moved and turning on the light, doesn't seem convinced that she is laying still. He returns with a shot and sets it in between her breasts. "If you spill it, we start all over." He commands as he leaves the room.

Steph stayed on the bed, focusing on not spilling the shot for almost an hour before he returned. Leaving the shot on her breast, he begins to inspect every inch of her body, making it even harder to keep the glass from spilling. As Mark makes his way to her pussy, she shivers and the shot spills down her large breasts. "Now we have to start all over or you have to take a punishment." He teases, knowing very well that she will choose to take a punishment over laying there for another hour. He flips her over on the bed and drags her body down to the end so that she is bent over with her feet on the floor. He turns her face straight down into the covers and the smell of him on the sheets is intoxicating. Steph feels him leave the room and return, unsure why until she feels the coldness of an ice cube on her lower back. Mark traces her lower back and ass with the ice cube, partially numbing each cheek before running the ice briefly across her pussy.

"I want to hear you count loud enough that the neighbors hear you." he stated before striking her left ass cheek. The cold sensation mixed with the stinging of the slap gave Steph a rush. "ONE" she yelled into the sheets. As Mark continued, he smacked harder and harder, telling her to yell louder and louder and until he stopped and spread her legs wide. "Count again." He said. She felt his hand gently rub across her pussy before feeling his warm hard cock thrust inside. "ONE", she moaned as he continued to thrust harder and deeper until reaching ten.

He lays on the bed and motions for Steph to get on top of him. As she lowers her dripping pussy onto him, Mark grabs her neck and begins controlling the speed at which he enters her by lifting her up and down. "I own you", he growls and she begin to melt under the weight of his hand on her neck. After a few slow deep strokes he loosens his grip and tells her to go. Steph begin riding him frantically, all of the built up energy pulsing inside of her all at once. He holds her hands behind her back and continues to control the speed by spanking if she slows down. Steph begin to moan and yell in pleasure when she feels the sting of his hand across her cheek, "Shut up". She tries to contain her vocal cords but the closer she gets to covering Mark in her cum, she begins to yell and moan again. She can feel him slap her cheek again before throwing her off and straddling her face, shoving his cock deep in her throat to keep her quiet.

It was not long before he moved from her mouth and entered her so hard that she felt like her body is going to split in two. Mark was rougher than usual and she felt her entire being submit to him instinctively. His hands clutched her bouncing tits and ached for his hand to be wrapped around her throat. As he moved his hand to choke her, she bit her lip and moaned at the feeling of his work hardened hands. Her nails dug into his back, as she felt him clasp her neck firmly. Steph felt herself fill with orgasm just as Mark began to cum. He filled her and collapsed on top, the weight of his body reassuring her that he has been spent. He gets dressed and wraps in a robe and holds her close next to him, gently stroking her hair and back. Right before drifting off into a blissful sleep, Steph hears him whisper in her ear, "Leave that in you".