Edited by LadyCibelle
Princess Catherine quickly, yet with knowing reservation rolled over onto her stomach. Seeing him reach for the buckle of his belt could mean but one thing. Forgiveness would come, and it would be soon. Unfortunately, or at least so it seemed, there would be punishment first, as there always was. The extent of which would depend entirely on her acceptance of it.
She lay face down on the massive mahogany table, her long graceful legs hanging from the end, but her feet not quite touching the floor, her bottom slightly raised to show him she was ready, willing and able to accept his discipline. He moved closer to her, one hand slowly moving over her firm, round cheeks. Her muscles relaxed at his gentle touch, but nonetheless, still at the ready for the impending delicious pain.
Yes, many were the times when she had displeased him knowing that his belt would be the consequence. There was something about the searing pain that created a burning fire deep within her, substantially increasing the joy that would follow in his lovemaking. Her sensuous thoughts drifted momentarily until she was quickly returned to reality by the well known, if brief, sound as the three inch leather belt swished through the air until it ended with a sharp crack as it caressed it's intended target. Instinctively upon hearing the sound she tensed the muscles of her ass, but something was amiss. There was no pain in her cheeks. The belt had landed entirely on the table, making perhaps the loudest noise she could remember hearing in some time. The sharp crack reverberated throughout the dining room. Slowly she lifted her head and turned to see him smiling broadly. He stood shaking his head and softly said, "Not this time my love. There is no need, nor desire to punish with the belt. Perhaps not using it will be more severe than if I had."
With that, he firmly smacked her ass, once to the left cheek and then to the right. Grasping her thighs with his massive hands he rolled her onto her back. Leaning forward, he lowered himself over her outstretched body, placing his lips to hers. His tongue traced the outline of her warm moist lips, drinking in the sweet taste of the fruit, which still lingered there. He slowly eased his tongue between Catherine's lips as his lips returned to hers. His tongue lightly touched hers at first, teasing. Their passion quickly increased, their tongues danced, intertwined and teased each other. Catherine quickly became immersed with desire for him.
She felt his arms wrap around her, holding her tightly for a moment. Releasing his embrace, his hands caressed her back, her arms and face. Slowly his lips leave hers and slide down across her delicate chin, down her gently sloping neck to her chest; licking and nibbling at the bits of fruits which still linger there. He moved still further down, slowly circling her breasts, as if drawing never ending spirals from their bases to the now erect nipple peaks that grace their tops. Moving still lower, down across her firm flat stomach, he pauses to remove small pieces of strawberry, banana and peach from her slightly indented navel. Further down to and over the silkiness that is her mons his lips and tongue travel, only to stop millimeters from the now swollen pussy lips. The taste of freshly mashed banana lingers there, thick and sweet. The essence of her fills his nostrils, as he draws it deeply down into his lungs. His tongue swiftly slides along the crevice between her lips, then slowly returns, slightly deeper, harvesting the sweet honey that now flows freely from deep within her. Though the fruit still lingers, he tastes the sweetness that is only her, drawing every drop that he can into his eager mouth, savoring the delicate sweetness and knowing that there is a never ending supply that dwells within her.
