She smiles sternly at him; still there is a twinkle in her eye. On his knees before her, his nose inches from her naked cunt, He cringes. The combination, the Mistressβsmile with the twinkle, the glint of anticipated pleasure, does not bode well for him in the next hour.
"Pet, I have gone to great pains to teach you how you must behave to please me. Sadly, the pain is yours. The way you insist upon behaving, disobeying me, you'd think you enjoyed the punishment more than pleasing me." As she speaks she runs the finger tips of her right hand through his short cropped hair. He dips his head forward in a gesture of contrition. His nose inched closer to that strong-smelling pussy. He wants her to dribble her pee on him. He moans with the thought as her fingers draw into a fist pulling his hair slightly. His cock throbs and a clear bead of pre-cum falls to the floor between his knees.
She whispers, "Oh, I see you really do enjoy being a bad-boy. You want me to punish you. Tell me the truth."
Matching her hoarse whisper, he speaks. "Yes Mistress, I want your punishment as much as I want to please you, to address you every need. I want to serve you and be punished for not serving you well enough. Does that please you?" He dares to look up into her face.
"Were you given permission to look at me? You just can't seem to help yourself or you don't want too. Lie down on the floor and spread your legs before me. As you await the pressure of my foot on your balls, I want you to pinch and twist your own nipples. Hard. Don't disappoint me, Little Boy or I'll stop and leave you alone." As he drops his naked ass to the cold brick tile, she slides a long, muscled leg forward in sync to the spreading of his tanned legs. Her big toe toys with his left nut, bouncing it atop her red lacquered nail. His cock dances in response to the pain he is creating in his nipples and the anticipation now extends from his scrotal sack to the pit of his stomach.