I originally wrote this story as a part by part posted thing on my tumblr account. Decided to bring it over here, because who doesn't love a little spanking? ;D - Mia
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"I'm baaaaack~!" Her voice was almost sing-songy as she came through the front door, pulling her shoes off and dropping her bag on the end table. She emptied her pockets, phone, keys, and placed the iced cream down with them. "They didn't have mango so I got rum raisin, hope that's oh..kay."
She turned as she was speaking. It was then that she noticed he was already there, watching her. Her voice stalled as she realized what was different.
The suit. He was wearing the suit.
She froze. Breathing growing shallow as he closed the difference between them, pressing her against the wall, his arms wrapped around her, dragged her closer, lifted her leg. Mouth pressed against hers, teeth nipped at her lip, and she moaned.
And then it was over, he had pulled away and was looking at her as she leaned against the wall, breath shuddering, eyes fluttering and trying to catch her breath.
"Downstairs. Five minutes." His words had the growl to them she had grown to associate with everything about this moment. "You know what I expect."
And then he was gone, leaving her standing there, shivering.
When she got to the basement he was already in his seat, waiting, and she was prepared. She disrobed and moved to stand in front of him. She was shaking already, waiting for him to move, to speak, to do anything really.
She fidgeted, and his lips curve up in a smile. He was planning something, well of course he was, he wouldn't have told her to come down there if he wasn't. Her eyes close as she attempts to level her breathing, but that's interrupted by his throat clearing.
"Eyes open, pet. And on me."
"Y...Yes, Master." Her voice is already shaking, as she opens her eyes and looks to him, the look in his eyes, it speaks hunger to her, and her body responds in kind.
"Knees."
It's an almost immediate reaction, the way she drops, thankful for the rug beneath her as her knees hit the ground. Her arms folding behind her, eyes dropping to the floor as he slides off his seat.
She watches his feet as he moves, biting her lip, she tries to steady her heartbeat as he moves closer, crouching in front of her, and when the leather meets her neck she gasps. It's always a surprise, feeling the collar snap back into place. She honestly wished she could wear it all the time, but it was best that society didn't view them differently she supposed.
"Now, pet...You forgot something very important." He's stroking her cheek as he speaks, and the emphasis on the one word causes her to flinch. It takes her a moment to realize what he means. The reason he was dressed up wasn't just for the benefit of the situation that she was currently in.
"Oh, M...Master...I...I..." Her eyes are widening slowly as she speaks, realization flooding her. "I'm sorry, Master."
"I know you are, pet." His fingers move to her hair and she shudders, eyes closing. He clicks his tongue and they open once more. "But we have to deal with this, don't we? You've been..."
She flinches, waiting for the words. She knows he has as many issues saying it as she does hearing it.
"A bad girl." A whimpering sob escapes her lips as his fingers grip at her hair, jerking her head back slightly, staring into her eyes. "And bad girls...pet...They get punished, don't they?"
"Y...Yes, Master."
The coat comes off, leaving him in the waistcoat and tie. She has no doubt in her mind that by the end of the evening he'll be as naked as her. But at that point her mind wasn't due to be dwelling on other things. Not as he released her hair and nudged his head in the direction of the wicker trunk that held most of their toys, and doubled as another surface.
He's moving over there already, finding a place comfortable enough to rest his body against, watching her as she moves to stand, to make her way to him. He growls.
"Crawl." Her eyes flicker up to him in question, but she complies, moving across the floor on her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on the floor. She hears him shuffling, and when she looks up his tie and waistcoat are placed neatly near him. She shivers, and when he pats his lap she moves up and into position, draping herself over him, ass raised slightly. "Now, pet...You know what to do."
She waited, anticipation building within her with every second that passed. She could feel his hand moving in the air above her ass, could hear her breath, already reduced to panting as she squirmed in his lap. One arm went over her waist, holding her in place.
SMACK!
It came just as she had become relaxed, and in response her body jerked, shock shooting through her system at the sudden change.
"Well?" His voice reached her ears as she whimpered and she barely managed to choke out a response. How long would she last if she could barely speak already?
"O..one, Master!"
SMACK!
Another one, another instance of her body jerking in shock, and as the shock-waves of pleasure and pain rocketed through her she couldn't help but moan just a little.
"Two, Master!"
"You've been a bad girl, pet..." He whispers, leaning down to rest his lips against her ear, his fingers caress her ass as she whimpers. "Haven't you?"
"Y..yes, Master. I have."
"Have what?" He chuckles in her ear and she moans.
"I've been...I've been a bad girl, Master."
"Oh, I know..."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She's thankful for the pillow as she buries her face in it, hiding the fact that there are tears streaming down her face now. She doesn't know if they are because of the pleasure, the pain, or the guilt. Because of the punishment, or because she disappointed him. But she sobs, and she counts.
SMACK! SMACK!
His hand slides up her spine and into her hair, tugging on it, pulling her face from the pillow, she whimpers.
"Head out of the pillow, pet. I want to hear you when you scream."
Her arms move to hold her head up, finger moves to her mouth as she moans, his hand snakes back down her back, slowly, languidly. She shudders.
SMACK!
"S...seventeen, Master..." Her clit is throbbing with every sting of sensation that sends its way through her. She desperately wants him to touch her, to stroke her, to bring her pleasure. But she has to deal with the punishment. It is something she needs. She needs the discipline, the structure. She needs to know she's done wrong...and that he forgives her for that.
"Now...Why are you a bad girl?" His hand is caressing her ass gently, fingers moving over the reddened skin, admiring the color as it blossoms on her pale cheeks.
"I...I..." She gulps, biting her lip. She always had trouble with this sort of thing, the answering the questions. "I...I was supposed to.."
