She opened the front door, she had had a nice day shopping and was looking forward to trying on her new purchases. As she put a foot on the stairs she heard a voice call her from the living room...she froze, then with a weary sigh went into the room where he was sitting facing her on a hard backed chair.
"Where have you been?" He demanded. "Shopping" she replied with a slight tremor in her voice.
"Show me" he said.
She took the set of cream underwear from her bag, pretty, embossed with a delicate pattern. She held them up for his inspection with a trembling hand.
"Did I give you permission to spend money?" He asked
"No" she replied meekly. "Put them on" he ordered. She did as she was told and stood before him with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and pleasure causing her stomach to churn. She slowly revolved in front of him, hoping he would at least be pleased with what she had bought to please him. He looked at her for several long minutes.
"You know I would have preferred black" he said.
"And you know what happens when you don't do things exactly to my liking?"
"Yes" she replied, looking at the floor, and awaiting her next order.
"What happens when I am displeased?"
"I deserve to be punished."
"Then prepare!! " He barked at her.
She walked to the corner and fetched a low stool with brass handles on either side, she placed this next to him, then walked around to the other side of him and stood awaiting direction. With a flick of his head he motioned that she should lie across his lap, which she did without question and without a word. Leaning over she grapsed the handles of the stool, and for several minutes she lay there in silence until she could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow. Suddenly and without warning he brought his hand down smacking her sharply on her bottom, she gasped and flinched with shock.
"Shhh..." He warned. "Not a sound and not a movement or it will be worse for you."
He looked at the red mark appearing on her smooth flesh, and bending his head he kissed the mark tenderly.
"Have you been punished enough?" He asked.
She quietly shook her head.
Smack!!
" I said don't move" he intoned quietly.
He traced a line with his finger down her spine, slowly sensuously, she quivered involuntarily as his finger continued down the crack of her arse finding the warmth between her legs. He pulled aside the flimsy material of her new thong and worked a finger inside her.
"You are wet you dirty bitch!! " He cried.
"How dare you enjoy my touch without my permission!"
Smack!!
She arched her back. He bent his head and with his tongue began to lick her bare arse while all the time moving his finger within her. She felt his breathing begin to quicken, she was deperate to move her hot pussy against the probing of his finger but knew that if she did he would punish her in the way he knew would hurt her the most...he would play with her for hours like this, but always deny her the final release, leave her so hot and wet inside and with the gnawing pain of unreleased passion tearing at her insides. Torture indeed.
He reached down and pulled aside her bra, felt for the nipples he knew would be erect and hard.