I hear a knock on the door, looking at the time; I see that you're late. I let you stand outside for an extra minute to let you think that I have gone. I see you through the spy-hole and see that you're impatiently waiting. Looking at your watch, you knock again and after another minute you sigh, drop your head and turn to walk away. I let you get out of sight, and I open the door and flip the night latch out so the door closes on it, but does not shut. You turn to see the door open, and you walk back to my room.
You push the door open and enter my room. It is dark, and I am not around. You fix the night latch and close the door tightly. You call my name, but there is no answer. You walk into my room, wondering where I am and how the door opened. You figure that I'm in the bedroom, so you feel your way through the darken room and enter my bedroom. You expect to see me there, but the room is empty. You step further into the room, calling my name nervously, and feeling that something is not right. One more step, and you are next to the foot of the bed, and see that the bathroom is empty.
You begin to turn to leave, but you suddenly are taken from behind. My hand grabs your waist and I hold you tight to my body. Your mouth opens, but I cover it with my free hand and tell you that you're late, and that I'm not pleased. You try to struggle, but I have you in my grasp and you cannot escape. Your head turns from side to side trying to release my hand from your mouth. I tell you to stop, I tell you that since you were late that you would be taught a lesson.
Scared, you continue to struggle, but I move my arm from around your waist, and up your body until my hand surrounds your tender throat. I release your mouth and tell you to not utter a word, or it'll be worse for you. You feel my now free hand move to your breasts; I cup one then the other. I whisper in your ear that you had me wait for too fucking long, and that I will now take what I want. I squeeze your breast through your dress until the flesh falls from my grip, and your nipple, now hard is caught by my fingers. I can feel your chest begin to heave with my control, and as you feel my fingers pinch and pull on your nipple, I feel your body sigh against me.
I squeeze your neck slightly harder bring you out of your content state. I tell you that this is not for you to enjoy, but for you to be taught a lesson, and that I do not like to wait. I push my knee through the back of your legs, making them spread for me. You whisper back to me that you do not like this, and that you want to go. I laugh and tell you it's too fucking late for that, and I push you face down on the bed. You try to get up, but my body is on top of yours and you feel my hand reaching under your dress and pulling your panties off in one quick movement.
With your dress now above your waist, my hand still on your neck, your panties gone, you feel my hot breath at the nape of your neck and hear my voice in a hoarse whisper tell you that I'm about to show you what happens to the fucking bitches that make me wait. With a sudden sharp slap, I spank your ass. You yelp and plead with me not to do that. I respond with another sharp whack to your ass. Then I rub the pain away. I tell you that I can be pleasing as well as hard on you. I slap you again, just hard enough to make your ass red, but not hard enough to make you cry. Again I slap, you struggle and beg me to stop. I ask you what you would do to make me stop.....you say anything.
I tell you that I will already have everything this night, and that you have not learned anything. I give you one more slap and tell you that I'm going to fuck you. Pissed you say "Fuck you, when I can, I'm leaving and you will NEVER get to fuck me again".
