Sophia closed her eyes and moaned softly, "I'm cumming Sir"; he pushed her wet silk panties into her mouth. She could taste herself and it brought her pleasure knowing he loved his nasty girl. Every time he pulled on the chain connected to the clamps, she felt electricity run between her nipples and her clit. Standing orgasms were so intensely different than one lying comfortably in a bed. Her leg muscles made the contractions stronger and more dynamic. She was enjoying her blissful release, savoring her excitement. It was the first orgasm she had with him and it was short lived.
He leaned into her and whispered his displeasure; "I'm disappointed in you Sophia." Immediately she knew what that meant; her atonement position. Her punishment level would be determined on two things; the swiftness with which she moved and her ability to convince him she was responsible for his disappointment. He released the neck ties from the bathroom door, walked over to the bed, grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor.
Sophia's movements were quick and deliberate; within seconds she was on her knees with her hands between her legs. She slipped two fingers into his wet pussy, held her head down with her chin against her chest and waited for him to approach. It was imperative she moved with priority. If he approached immediately and she was not ready, her punishment would not be cherries and strawberries. That was his way to describe her sweet beautiful sweet ass after he spanked her proper.
Sophia had no idea how long she would wait but she had to endure this time and use it for reflection. His displeasure was her responsibility and showing her obedience would help her situation; no movements and god forbid, no speaking. When he approached she was to raise her head, look up at him and show her remorse.
Sophia loved this position, complete and utter obedient; his sub, his property, his possession giving him everything. Her fingers worked his pussy and he loved hearing her wetness. He approached her and removed the panties from her mouth and untied her wrists. Sophia withdrew one of her fingers; it was wet, warm, and silken, covered with her excitement. She slipped it into her mouth as she looked up at him. He watched as she cleaned her pussy juice from her glossy finger.
Her eyes filled with repentance and she spoke softly, "I'm sorry Sir." She felt the words in her soul and shared her regret. "I didn't ask for your permission to let your pussy cum." He watched her, his eyes locked on hers; she could feel his passion. He smiled and bent down to kiss her; she felt relief.
Instead of kissing her, his lips moved to her ear; "Why must you disobey me Sophia?" His tone was stern and unsympathetic. He grasped her arms and she was brought to her feet. He sat down and instructed Sophia to stand in front of him, facing away. "Unbutton the shirt and let it drop to the floor." She obliged his commands. He put his hands on her ass; outlined in stockings and her garter, it was absolutely perfect. "Spread you legs so I can see you play with my pussy." She did as instructed and he watched as her fingers dipped in and out. They could hear her wetness as she played with his toy.
His first slap was loud and the stinging was immediate. As his left hand found the chain connected to her nipple clamps as she received the next smack. He was altering sides and was deliberate. "Please tell me why I'm doing this. Tell my why I'm spanking my ass." He was not mad, not upset, just matter of fact.
"I didn't get your permission, Sir. I didn't get permission to let your pussy cum." Her fingers worked in and out and she could feel it pounding. Sophia felt his soft lips gently touch her red hot bum. His kiss was tender, comforting and reassuring that he didn't like giving out punishment. "I don't like cherries or strawberries either, so please, be a good girl."
