That Very Naughty Thing
The large bolster is on my bed again. You put it there. It's about 18 inches in diameter. It's covered in deep red velvet. You are naked, on your knees. I am watching you from slightly behind.
You are ravishingly beautiful. Dark skinned, slender, softly and subtly voluptuous. You look at me back over your left shoulder. Your face is lovely. You are smiling. You are trembling in anticipation. You are taking your time. You deeply enjoy this ritual. It is your invention -- your ritual -- and you only perform it with me -- it is for you and your "Daddy" alone. Daddy -- your pet name for me.
You turn your face away. You can feel me watching you -- adoring you -- drinking in the vision of your seductive curves. Your perfect buttocks. You know I want to take you. You know I will take you. Your pussy moistens with the thought.
You slowly and gracefully drape yourself over the velvet. Your butt is high and accessible. I can see your cunnie lips between your legs. You know I am watching. You spread your legs slowly giving me a delicious view of your lips, now slightly parted, and you clitoris swelling, wet, protruding, waiting for my caress.
You squirm slowly in your growing excitement. You turn your head to the side again and I move so you can watch me undress. I loosen my tie. I untie the knot slowly and drape the patterned silk over the bedside high--backed chair. I unbutton my collar and then the six buttons of my linen shirt. I unfasten my belt and slide it through the finders. I unbutton the fine wool trousers and slide them down my legs -- off my already bare feet.
You can see my erect cock in my briefs and, as I slide the waistband down, you see it spring free and stand out. It is the only one you've ever had stretching you pussy open -- filling your mouth and throat, thrusting into your ass.
I leave my shirt on as I walk to the hearth. The fire is crackling. The room is dark except for the candles on the mantle and tables and the flickering of the fire. You smile and turn your head down. You want to wait for it. You want to bask in the luxury of anticipation; slow, steady -- growing in your excitement.
You feel the bed shift as I climb on beside you. You feel my hand gently, lovingly, stroking your back and hips. I am touching the backs of your legs. You squirm -- you can't help it -- you have become urgently excited. But you relax into it. You savor it. You know what's coming. You want it so badly.
As I touch your pussy lips, you moan softly.
"You are my beautiful little girl and I love you so much."
"I love you too, Sir. With all my heart. I want to be your very special little girl tonight."
"Yes, my sweet thing. You are my very own."
"I want to be your plaything. I want you to play with me very hard. Please, Sir -- pretty please."
"Yes, my darling. I promise. I will make you glad to be mine. I will make you submit."
And it catches you with no warning. Whack!
Very hard. That paddle you love. You scream in surprise and in the wonderful sting -- hot, wicked.
"Thank you, Daddy."
But tonight I'm going to truly take charge of this thing you love -- this naughty invention of yours. Tonight I will take you over the edge completely.
Whack!
"Oh! Oh!"
Whack, Whack, Whack!
You squeal and squirm. It feels so good. But Then I strike you very hard.
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!
"Oh, oh, my! Daddy!"
Very, very hard. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack!