Chloe cursed as she hit yet another red light. For a brief moment, she thought about speeding through it, but the cop she spotted in the left lane put an end to that idea. Getting a ticket and being late would only make things worse. Trying to ease her anxious nerves, she took several deep breaths. It worked, but only until the light turned green again.
She managed to not get stopped by the next three lights. The cop had turned off onto another street, and she sped up. She might be able to make it on time if she didn't hit any more red lights.
As she turned onto the street, she let out a sight of relief. She had made it. She grinned as she eyed the clock in her dashboard,
and with two minutes to spare.
Quickly, she keyed in the code for the gate and when she had enough room, sped past it and up the driveway.
She slammed her car door a little too hard as she exited, adjusting her dress and she walked up the path. The pale blue dress fit her like a second skin, and it had a tendency to ride up on her. Her heels made it difficult to move very quickly, but she hurried up the front steps and rang the bell.
Her arms straight at her sides, she stared down at her feet, trying to ease her erratic breathing. Her French-tipped toes were visible in her peep-toed pumps. There was something about having her nails done that made her feel confident, sophisticated, and sexy. She tried to remember her confidence as she heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. As it opened she took a deep breath and held it.
"You're late," a voice said softly.
Chloe went to her knees. "Please, forgive me, Mistress. I did not leave early enough."
Light fingers touched her under her chin, and she looked up to meet the blazing green eyes of her Mistress. She swallowed hard at the displeasure she saw there. This was the second time she had been late; she was going to be punished.
As if reading her thoughts, her Mistress smiled. "Come, Chloe," she held out her hand. "I've missed you this week."
Glad to be reunited with her Mistress, despite her inevitable punishment, Chloe felt herself dampen. She took her Mistress' hand and rose to her feet. Her heels clacked loudly on the hardwood floor as she followed her through the house to their playroom.
Once inside, Mistress Anne shut the door loudly. "This is the second time you've been late, Chloe. You will be punished this time."
"But mistress Anne," Chloe interjected, unable to help herself, "I was only a minute late!"
Like lightening, Anne's palm cracked across her ass. Chloe let out a startled gasp, which earned her another spank. She was bare beneath her dress, Mistress' orders, and the thin material absorbed nothing. There was slight tinged warmth on either cheek of her ass. Already, she craved more. This week apart had been pure torture; worse than any punishment her Mistress could inflict upon her.
"You were late. The time by which does not matter."
With a yank, Anne pulled Chloe to her and took a breast in each hand. She squeezed roughly, and both women moaned. Chloe's breasts were incredibly sensitive.
"Get undressed," Anne hissed in her ear.
Quickly, Chloe pulled off her dress and stepped out of her heels. Eyes cast downward, she waited for Anne's next command.
Anne took her hand and led her to the corner of the room. Knowing what her Mistress wanted, Chloe held her arms in front of her.
"Good girl," Anne whispered encouragingly as she bound her wrists together.
After tugging on the bindings to ensure they were secure, Anne kicked Chloe's feet apart and knelt in front of her. Attaching a cuff to each ankle, she extended the bar to its full length of three feet. Chloe's pussy glistened wetly in front of her face and she gave it a quick smack with her fingers.
Chloe's body jolted, but Anne could tell she enjoyed it. If this weren't a punishment, she would smack Chloe's pussy until she came. Later, if her sub behaved herself, she would, but right now the girl needed to be punished.
Grabbing Chloe's hands she raised them and secured them to the bar that hung overhead. With her previous subs, she hadn't been able to do this, but Chloe's gymnast training made it possible. It drove her mad to be suspended from the ceiling.
Pulling the remote out of her back pocket, she pressed a button and Chloe's body began to rise. Once she was dangling in the air unable to touch the ground, Anne quickly shed her clothes and grabbed her favorite crop from the shelf on the wall. She could smell her own pussy juices; she was drenched from the anticipation of what was about to happen.
She and Chloe had been together for six months. They'd met at a D/s mixer at the BDSM club in town. Anne had seen the coffee-colored tresses swishing softly along the small of Chloe's back and she'd known instantly that she was going to be her new sub. She hadn't had a steady submissive in more than two years, but one look at Chloe and she
knew.
"You know how I feel about being punctual," she said softly, lightly tapping the crop on her naked thigh as she circled Chloe. "And you argued with me, both have earned you a punishment. You'll be getting twenty marks with the crop."
Chloe moaned and her eyes flashed with hunger.
"You will count down from twenty and that is the only sound I want to hear from you. Each extra sound earns you two more blows. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl," Anne praised just before she landed the crop on Chloe's ass. The mark immediately turned a pale pink. There was nothing better than seeing her sub glow from a fresh punishment.
"Twenty," Chloe ground out, fighting the urge to moan.
Methodically, Anne worked Chloe over. Her girl didn't slip once, and she knew it was hard fro her. Teasing her further, she landed the last two blows directly on Chloe's exposed clit.
"Zero," Chloe cried out, her voice laced with passion. Anne saw the need burning in her eyes, recognizing the mirrored image of her own need.
Anne lowered her gently to the floor and caught her before she crumbled. She gripped a breast tightly in one hand, tweaking Chloe's engorged nipple hard, just the way she knew her sub liked it. Reaching between her legs she found Chloe soaked. She pinched her clit hard between her fingernails, drawing a gasp from Chloe's parted lips.
"Oh please, Mistress," Chloe groaned. She was so close to cumming.
"Please, what?" Anne demanded, doubling her efforts.
"Please let me cum. Please, Mistress, please." Tears of frustration leaked from Chloe's brown eyes.
Roughly, Anne shoved two fingers up Chloe's dripping pussy. "Cum, my little slut. Cum now."