Chapter 7: Kitten's Discipline
While eating their dinner, they discuss the possibilities for their night. The attendant is an unexpected yet positive "twist" in their conversation. Neither is ready yet for a triad, or threesome, as both admit that they are too selfish for this possibility on this weekend tryst.
Kitten finishes her dinner first. A wicked thought dances in her mind as she pushes back from the table and removes her robe. As her Mister finishes his last bites, she walks over the small sofa in the living room, lays back and makes herself comfortable. She looks at her Mister with a devilish, lusty gaze as she spreads the crotchless lace romper with her left fingers, moistens her right index and middle fingers with her mouth, then begins to stroke herself.
Her Mister watches her intently, chewing his last morsel of dinner. She continues to stroke herself, looking directly into his eyes.
"Mmm, this feels GOOD!" She purrs out loud.
She's clearly enjoying her exhibitionist behavior. Her fingers stroke and tease her the outside of her sex, moving quicker now. Her body arches and her head lolls backward.
"Mmm, oh God! Please, my Mister, please
come play with me
!" She calls out, looking back into his eyes.
Wet now, Kit slides her middle finger into herself. She moans softly, her breath quickens, and her face begins to flush. Delicious streaks of pleasure roll through her. She stops, then slides both her middle and ring finger into her. Her hips buck slightly as she pistons her fingers in and out of herself, slowly.
Her Mister gets up from the table and walks over her. She sees the fire in his eyes, desire, yet something else! She slows down, watching him intently.
"Kitten, I see that you started without me." He says with a half-grin. He sits next to her on the sofa. She sits up, reaching for him. He licks her fingers, savoring the taste of her. Then, they kiss, passionately.
Suddenly he stops, pulls her body across his lap, and holds her down firmly with one of his legs.
"You're being a brat, my Kitten. Teasing me before I'm done with my dinner." He says in a serious tone of voice. She is surprised by the sudden predicament that she finds herself in and wiggles in protest.
"STOP your wiggling!" He commands. "You know that I'm right." He says. She feels his cock harden and push against her belly.
"You also know the consequences of your actions. Don't you, my Kitten?" He continues in a stern voice.
"Y-y-yes, I do, my Mister." She replies, butterflies of excitement flurry in her belly. The heat of her desire pulses as he pulls aside the crotchless romper, exposing her buttocks.
"Thirty spanks will do. COUNT out loud!" He says. She swallows hard. She is very aroused now, her sex throbs more insistently, and she thrills inside in anticipation of the next moments.
SMACK! "One!"
SMACK! "Two!"
He gently rubs her butt cheeks. "Good. Good Kitten." He says.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four strikes fall in quick succession, alternating each time.
"... five, SIXXX!"
She squirms slightly as the sting begins to build on her butt cheeks. The next series of smacks is long, quick, hard and unrelenting as she struggles to keep count.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK...
SMACK
! "...ELEVEN, TWELVE!!"
The sting and the heat begin to intensify as her cheeks pink from his spanking. He smooths his hands over her buttocks. He holds her down firmly in his lap as she squirms a bit more, absorbing this last series of spanks.
"Your ass is blushing quite nicely, my Kitten." He says, continuing to soothe her skin.
"Almost halfway through the count." He continues suddenly, spanks her again. Quick and unrelenting...
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK...
SMACK
!!!
The sound of his hand against her ass cheeks rings out as he alternates from one butt cheek to the next.
"... FIFTEEN,
SIXTEEN
!!" She cries, squirming under the sudden assault.
"Please, PLEASE, MY Mister! I'll be a
good girl
