I pause by your front door and check myself in a small hand mirror. Nothing stuck in my teeth, just a touch of gloss on my full pink lips. Flaming auburn hair falls in a riotous mass of curls past my curvy hips. The flared skirt of my black knit dress ends just above the knee and the neckline plunges almost low enough to reveal glimpses of my bra when I move.
I knock before I lose my nerve. You open the door and a wave of desire hits me with visceral force. I lick my lips in nervous anticipation and I can see my own lust mirrored in your eyes. You grasp my hand and lead me inside, never breaking eye contact. Your hair is still wet from the shower and I can smell a sexy combination of warm skin and a trace of cologne. You swing the door shut behind me and press me back into the cool wooden surface knowing I love your domination of me. Your big warm hand grasps my hip while you bury the other in my curly hair. I am glad for the support of the door at my back and your strong chest pressed against me. If you kiss me I might just melt into a puddle on the floor.
Almost before the thought crosses my mind your lips brush mine in a feather light caress. Your gentle kisses only tease me and leave me hungry for more. Feeling a little aggressive, I nip your sexy lower lip and sooth the sting with a flick of my tongue. You growl against my mouth and deepen your kiss, giving me what I want. I pour all of my passion into the kiss, meeting your tongue in a duel of lust. I clutch your broad shoulders with trembling fingers. Your hand moves up my ribs to my breast. My nipples harden into tight little points and when you brush one with your thumb my gasp is swallowed by your sensual chuckle. You have such power over me. You break our kiss and step back. The gleam in your eye makes me shudder with both delight and apprehension.
"You have been a very naughty girl this week." Your voice is low and sinister. I trust you with my life but the dangerous look you give me is intense and my punishment will be difficult. "You sent me lots of naughty messages while I was trying to work." I remain silent knowing that if you want me to say anything you will ask. You walk to the couch and sit down on the center cushion. "Come here." You pat your lap and my already wet little pussy weeps with helpless moisture. This is my favorite punishment.
I walk toward you and raise my flared skirt up to my hips revealing black lace panties. I drape myself across your lap and I know you like my panties. They are boy-cut and my plump cheeks peek out at the bottom. You caress my full rounded ass and run your fingers up and down the soaked crotch of my panties. My breath comes quicker when you slip a finger inside to slowly rub my clit. You slide your finger up and press the now wet tip against my asshole. I moan a little and move my hips trying to make you push your finger in but just when I feel my tight little hole relax to accept your entry you pull back.
"Not yet my naughty little slut, first we have to take care of your punishment. I think fifty should be enough to teach you to behave yourself." I shiver and try to prepare myself. You have never made me take fifty before and I am just a little frightened and even more turned on at the same time. I feel you pull my panties down to my knees, leaving my creamy round cheeks bared to your hungry gaze. When the first slap falls my breath catches in my throat and you quickly follow up with four more hard swats to my right cheek. My eyes water but I remain still and silent. I want make you happy so I have to take my punishment like a good slave. Five more stinging slaps and my right cheek is a bright flaming red in contrast with the left one, still a cool creamy white. You caress the hot flesh letting me know you are pleased with me. Ten hard, fast slaps land on my left cheek and I strain to keep quiet. You like it when I cry but not too soon. My arms erupt in goose flesh and I whimper low in my throat when you deliver ten more sharp slaps to the right side. Tears fill my eyes and the next ten swats land with sharp cracks on my left cheek. I cry out softly but I don't try to squirm away. With your free hand you reach inside the top of my dress and into my bra. The last five slaps are delivered slowly, harder than any you have given before and you punctuate each with a rough pinch to my right nipple. Tears trickle down my cheeks and I am quietly crying in earnest now. You find my left nipple with your large blunt fingers and I finally break and cry out loud as you administer the final five swats and pinches.
"Good girl. Good girl." You murmur quietly, caressing my flaming ass. You guide me off your lap and then to my feet. I am still trembling so you draw my panties the rest of the way to the floor and help me step out of them, leaving my sexy stilettos on my feet. You strip my dress over my head to better admire your work. Dropping kisses on my shoulders you guide me ahead of you into the bedroom. I lean forward to pull back the fluffy comforter and sheet, careful to present you with the best view of my sore ass and wet pussy.
You softly kiss the places you so recently abused. I moan a little at the soothing pleasure of your actions. You unhook my bra and turn me to face you. You love my breasts. They are very large with big sensitive nipples. You slip the straps off my shoulders and follow the receding lacy fabric with your hungry lips. The bra hits the floor at the same moment you throw me back onto your big bed and devour my tight aching nipples. You suck and bite and soothe with your tongue in devastating combinations. I am panting and I can feel the slick moisture from my throbbing pussy run down the crack of my ass. You kiss slowly down my heaving torso.
