"Stand" He commanded, holding the unstrung violin bow casually by his side. There was no hint of a threat in his voice, no anger or false power, just the simple knowledge that he would be obeyed.
And obey she did, rising gracefully to her feet and standing in a relaxed posture with her hands by her side, resting the fingers against her thighs. She was still facing the far wall of the bathroom - she wasn't going to fill in the blanks for him if he was going to be in command.
Instead of instructing her to turn, he moved to her and pressed his body against her back, enveloping his arms around her so that one was draped across her shoulders and neck and the other was around her belly. They both reveled in the warmth of their skin contact in the slightly chilly bathroom, and she was further excited by feeling him becoming hard again as he pressed into her buttocks. He brushed her hair aside and kissed her softly up and down the neck, stopping to nibble sweetly here and there.
"Is this how you always treat naughty girls?" She whispered, speaking for the first time. She had been expecting admonishment and a thrashing...
He did not reply but continued for a few more moments with this gentle and pleasant contact. This was his game and step one was to lull her into a false sense of security, enjoying a soft and intimate bonding.
When she realised no reply was forthcoming she did not press the issue but instead enjoyed the pleasant sensations of his mouth on her neck and shoulders, slowly grinding her backside against his crotch. A shiver crossed her skin and she smiled.
And just like that, he pulled away. She began to turn, but he stopped her.
"No."
There was a swish and a crack as the violin bow struck her across the backside. The redness of the earlier whipping and spanking had eased somewhat, and he was eager to bring it back - and then some.
She drew in a sharp breath, determined not to give any hint of her pain to him. This caused him to thrash her a few more times, each with more force until finally she whimpered quietly. Her whole body was starting to light up again with endorphins, and her rear was burning hot with the inflamed welts of the bow-strikes. Her nipples stood so erect that they almost hurt, straining to be fondled.
As if he could hear her thoughts, he ordered her to turn so that they were face to face.
The violin bow came up and teased at one nipple, and his gaze slid down from her eyes to her breasts, observing the milky white beauty of them.
He leaned over, catching the scent of her body as he did so, and began to tease at her nipples with his tongue. It flicked out, it circled around, it suckled. He nibbled and bit at her breasts and sucked with his lips and teeth to draw blood into the area so that he could leave beautiful red marks upon her skin.
He quickly changed tack and kissed her passionately on the mouth, once more pressing their bodies together in a warm embrace. His hand naturally fell to her inflamed buttocks and he caressed the raised welts, squeezed the plump cheeks, pulled them apart and massaged them.
Her hands ran up and down his back, over his muscular shoulders, through his hair. She wanted to experience every part of him.
Again he pulled away suddenly, and his tone was different when he spoke this time. Now he was more commanding.
"Get on my bed. Arse in the air"
He stepped aside and she rushed to follow his instruction, climbing onto the bed with all the grace and allure she could manage before adopting the same pose she had initially used in the bathroom. She suddenly felt giggly and excited like a schoolgirl, but she kept that within herself and tried to maintain the air of dignity and sophistication that she had in day to day life.
"Beautiful." He said, closing the bathroom door and standing beside the bed.
"Now... spread those cheeks. I want to see your beautiful pussy and ass exposed all nice and vulnerable for me".
His words sent a great tingle through her crotch and belly, and she couldn't have been more willing to please. Her face was buried in a pillow as she reached her hands backwards to grab and pull apart her buttocks for him.
"More." He ordered.
She pulled with more force, stretching as much as she could comfortably handle. She felt him join her up on the bed, and then moaned as his tongue found it's way to her engorged and desperately waiting clitoris, drawing a long, slow line up to the wet hole that was so exposed to the air.
It did not stop there, but continued further north, tracing an exhilarting circle around her other hole. It was not something she experienced often, and the less-familiar sensations sent electric jolts through her body. It was something close to being tickled, but far, far better.
He pulled away again and viewed his prize.
"What am I to do with you? I wasn't ready to cum earlier but being a desperate slut you drew it out of me! I'll have to find a way to teach you to be patient..." He purred at her, knowing full well that this was music to her ears.
This gave him an idea, and he instructed her to 'wait there' while he quickly moved over to a sound system and put on an energetic piece of orchestral music.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted your juices so badly" She whimpered, playing the part of the guilty young woman.
He returned to the bed and slapped at the back of her thigh, leaving a pink hand print. She gave an artificial and sexed-up yelp.
