I didn't have to wonder for long. As my tongue laps over your cock, cleaning your cum from it, I hear you say, "I think we'll order in for dinner tonight. Well, I will. You will be dining on the cum from my cock."
Surprised, I look up at you to see you smiling down at me, obviously enjoying the situation. The soft sucking on your cock a relaxing sensation as you continue, "Actually, I think my cum will be all you have to eat for the next 24 hours. That should teach you to appreciate each drop." My eyes widen, surprise flickers in them as you stand up, pulling your cock from my mouth. Surely you couldn't mean that would be all I could eat... the idea of enjoying your cum is incredible but surely I'll get very hungry...
Standing up slowly, running my hands up your thighs, trailing them over your abdomen, spreading my palms over your chest, my mouth follows, tongue darting out to lick a trail up to your mouth. I feel your hands encircle my waist, squeezing, kneading, as you bend down to meet me standing up on my toes to kiss you. Our tongues touch and warmth spreads through my body, tightening the building need. My hands reach around to run up your back, to pull you towards me to feel your body heat against my bare breasts; wanting to feel them flatten against your hard chest.
Your hands skim down my waist to run over the flimsy material of my sheer panties and around to squeeze my butt. The feel of your fingers digging into my bottom as you squeeze sends thrills through me. One of your hands trails softly up my spine leaving shivers in its wake. Your fingers sift through my hair as your fist closes and uses my hair to pull my head back, pulling my mouth from yours, until our eyes meet. "Just my cum, do you understand?"
I murmur "Yes, sir" as your hand leaves my hair and you reach back down to my waist to grip it, turning me around so that my back is to you.
At once I feel your body heat against me, your cock pressing into my lower back. Your hands slip around to fan out over my stomach and slide slowly up to cup a breast in each hand. My nipples press into your palms as your hands lift the weight of each breast and I sigh as the delicious feelings your hands bring swirl through me. The strength of your squeeze and your grip on my breasts is such a delightful feeling. Your fingers search out my tightened nipples to twist and pinch them as I lean my head back into you. Using them as leads you begin to pull them out away from my body so much so that I follow them, removing my back from your chest, to try to alleviate the discomfort.
"Time for your punishment. Move over to the bed and bend over it."
Punishment!? I turn to look at you, puzzlement clear in my eyes. I hear the laughter in your voice as you say "Oh, you thought only consuming my cum for the next 24 hours was your punishment? No, silly girl, that's a lesson. Besides, we both know you'll enjoy that almost as much as I will; but this... maybe not so much. Turn back around." The laughter no longer plays in your voice but a stern tone does and a search of your eyes shows no leniency.
Reluctantly, I move over to the side of the bed, facing it. I lower my chest towards the bed feeling your hand splay against my naked back pushing me down further. Bending submissively in front of you causes my panties to grow taut across my bottom and highlights my wet pussy. I spread my legs a little enjoying the cool air as it plays across my wetness, hoping you'll touch me there.
"Legs together for now."
Your voice makes me quiver with need as I put them together for you. The clipped, disapproving tone invades me with your authority. I hear you drag the chair you were sitting on over to where I'm bent over on the bed. You place the chair right behind me and sit down behind my presented bottom. I feel your hands again return to my cheeks, running over them, squeezing the taut flesh. I feel your fingers enter the waistline of my panties and slowly pull them down exposing me to you inch by inch. I feel your fingers trail along my skin as it's exposed to you. Your eyes watching my skin as it comes into view, I can almost feel the heat from that alone. I slip my feet out of the panties as they hit my ankles and move back into position for you. I know you can see my glistening center peeking between my thighs, so vulnerable to you in this position. My complete nakedness before you, awaiting punishment, brings such feelings of defenselessness, I tremble.
I feel your hands slip between my thighs, grabbing them tightly in your grip. You play my body so well. Without words you push out on them, roughly telling me with your hands what you want. I obey and spread my legs wide for you feeling the lips of my pussy open and the cool air hit the sensitive flesh as your heated gaze takes in my pink insides being exposed to you. I love nothing more than I love to be naked, vulnerable, spread and waiting for you to exact your appetites upon me.
I hear the chair scrape back along the floor as you stand. I cry out as your hand slaps down onto my bare bottom displayed before you. I knew you were going to spank me but I wasn't prepared for the hard slaps to come without any light taps or preparation. The sting from your hand is sharp, leaving behind a red mark that contrasts against my pale skin. The slap sounds so loud in the quiet room. With my skin still stinging, your fingers trail down between my legs to feel the wetness pooled there. The pleasurable feelings your fingers ignite in me war with the stinging pain felt elsewhere.
The harshness of the first slap has barely dissipated when the next several land, each on alternating cheeks, each increasing the pain, each one harder than the last. Tears form in my eyes as your hand lands leaving red hand prints in its wake. The pain is sharp and my body trembles with it, I bite my bottom lip as the pain spears through me, tears now streaming. My center is soaked and the juices begin to flow down my spread thighs. It surprises me that I can be spanked with such fierce blows and still be turned on by it. The last hit strikes harder than all of the ones before it and my flesh is on fire, I want to rub it, to make the pain ease but I don't think you'll allow it so I lie there and whimper and tremble with need.
Relief is immediate as your fingers trail back down to my very wet and swollen pussy. I feel them slide up into me, stretching me open, my juices coating your fingers, my muscles tightening around them. They slide back out and lightly trail along my tender insides. My body tingles as your fingers swirl around my sensitive clit. The coiling tightness increases as the pleasure from your touch washes over me. The feelings so delicious they threaten to make me explode. Your fingers withdraw and just the aching need is left.
I push back looking for your hand or any part of you to touch me. My motions are met with a small slap to my wet center. The slapping wetness resounds and I arch forward from the unexpected feelings. The need to be touched is so strong and to have that touch be a quick, sharp slap is maddening. I want release so badly and being kept on the edge is torture. Your fingers again push up into me, my muscles contracting around them as you slide them in and out. My body begins to move with the rhythm of your fingers, enjoying the tides of pleasure building high. My movements are met by a couple of harsh slaps from your other hand to my bottom, your other hand's fingers still stroking inside my pussy. Instantly my skin, so tender from the previous spanking, comes alive and feels like it's on fire.
