Just a bit of OTK spanking and domestic discipline type fun! Not 100% sure of the quality of this one, I seem to be a little bit off form at the moment but it doesn't do to not post things and forget how to write at all.
She sat at the foot of his bed, her legs folded underneath her and her heels pressed against her round behind. Her glossy hair flowed down her back and tumbled over her shoulders. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, feminine lilac and pink leather cuffs held together by a short length of silvery chain. A matching collar encircled her slender neck, the chain attached to the bedpost, giving her just enough space to move slightly, but not enough to stand and walk away.
She shifted slightly on the satin-smooth cushion, aware of the press of the restraints around her and of the soft feel of the pale pink silk panties against her smoothly shaved sex. The white vest top hugged her figure and kept her warm enough to not shiver in the open room but her small dusky pink nipples stood out and pulled against the fabric. White and pink thigh high socks completed her meager outfit. She rested her head against the cold metal of the bed frame for a moment, taking deep breaths.
He had caught her as she came home, pressing her up against the wall in a forceful, passionate kiss before instructing her to shower, shave herself smooth and dress as he would wish: she knew his preferences and liked to please, and had selected the evening's wardrobe appropriately. She had waited in the bedroom for him and had not resisted when he placed his hand on her hair, gently stroking for a moment before forcing her to the ground, onto the pillow she knew was her place. She had looked confused and a little upset for a moment - she hadn't done anything wrong, why was she being punished? but didn't make a sound: she was Sir's girl, to do with as he wished. Once the small, heart-shaped padlocks had clicked into place she looked up at him, her eyes wide, clear blue pools. He smiled down at her for a moment, warmth and love in his face and she relaxed, blinked - and he slapped her, hard, across the cheek.
She cried out with pain and surprise and forgot herself for a moment: "hey, what?" - greeted with another hard slap. This time she kept her head.
He frowned at her. "You've been a bad girl. You thought I was asleep when you fucked your dirty slut cunt in the shower this morning, didn't you?" She swallowed hard and looked down - caught out. "And did you ask for my permission to cum? I don't think you did. Didn't I tell you that this - " he slid his hand between her thighs to caress her womanhood through the delicate fabric - "is mine?" She hung her head even lower, shame coursing through her and reddening her cheeks. "Now, you filthy fucking slut. Sit here and think about what you've done."
Without a second glance he turned and strode out the room, leaving her sitting at the foot of the bed.
She wasn't sure how long she had been waiting now but it felt like forever. The sting of her cheek had gone now but she knew he wasn't done with her. She hung her head even lower, shame coursing through her and reddening her cheeks. "Now, you filthy fucking slut. Sit here and think about what you've done."
Without a second glance he turned and strode out the room, leaving her sitting at the foot of the bed.
She wasn't sure how long she had been waiting now but it felt like forever. The sting of her cheek had gone now but she knew he wasn't done with her. The anticipation was beginning to be intense, exquisite, and every small sound which carried to her from his movements in the other room became magnified and exaggerated until she could barely stand it. Again, she closed her eyes and tried to find peace, to slow her pounding heart but it was too much...but when she reopened her eyes, he was opening the door and walking slowly towards her across the floorboards, one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers. In the other he held the tawse.
She swallowed hard, trying not to panic. He never used the tawse on her, it was brutal and never failed to make her sob and plead with him for mercy. She shrank away from him reflexively and she saw a frown pass his face momentarily. Dropping the weapon on the bed he reached for her, unlocking her from the bedpost and dragging her to her feet by the collar. One strong hand gripped her chin and made her look up at him. "Girl, do you know what you've done wrong" he asked, eyes hard. She tried to reply without fear: "yes, Sir. I did not ask for your permission to play with myself this morning, and I did not ask to be allowed to cum." Her eyes dropped. "I am sorry."
Once more he lifted her face and kissed her softly, his lips warm and inviting and the rough scratch of his goatee familiar. He held her against him with one strong arm as he sat himself on the bed, pulling her down after him and pushing her over his knee. Her breasts pressed into his thigh, his hands lifting and repositioning her until she was restrained simply by not being able to touch the floor. He took her cuffed wrists in one hand and without saying a word lay a sharp smack across each cheek of her pale arse. She gave a tiny muffled cry of pain as he lay into her soft flesh again and again. After ten sharp, painful spanks he paused to stroke her stinging, reddened flesh for a moment before another ten spanks. Her teeth gritted against the pain she barely cried out...but the worst was still to come. He let her slip to the floor as he stood and stretched, lazily like a cat, and picked up the tawse.
"Stand up, bitch, pull those panties down, and bend over the bed." She felt sick, shivering with fear and lust as she eased the silky fabric over her hips, her exposed mound smooth and inviting and the folds of her pussy glistening with honey. He ran his hand over her hot, reddened cheeks, almost as if he was lost in contemplation of her form, her dark pink womanhood peeking out beneath the roundness of her rear. But all too soon a sharp intake of breath gave him away and she barely had time to brace herself for the red-hot flick of the tawse's tails. She screamed. The tawse bit again and her scream was driven from her throat. Three more times it rose and fell, three times she shrieked and by the fifth stroke the tears rolled down her face as she sobbed over and over "please, please, no more, I'm sorry Sir, please!"
Through her pain and tears she saw the tawse drop to the floor beside her, but it barely registered until she felt him turn her around and grip her hair in his fist, forcing her to the floor with a crash, her head yanked back hard as he unzipped his trousers and withdrew his rock-hard cock. "For your indiscretion, whore, you can make me cum now" he growled, forcing himself deep into her throat. She gagged and gasped, swallowing hard around him and pressed a little further forward, satisfied to hear his groan of pleasure. Her eyes closed as she worked his cock, long deep strokes alternating with shorter, her tongue teasing his shaft, flicking and swirling over the head before plunging him into her throat, making her gag and drool. His hips began to buck into her, pushing his cock uncomfortably deep into her throat, bringing tears to her eyes as his balls tightened under her ministrations and with a groan he shoved her back, giving two long strokes and shooting his hot load over her tear-stained face.
For a moment she sobbed, humiliated and filthy, her own drool and tears mixing with his cum and dripping onto the white vest, her panties still tangled around her ankles and her own arousal wetting her thighs. He stood for a moment, taking stock, looking at the little whore crumpled in front of him, before stripping his trousers and underwear and picking her up into his arms and lying with her on the bed. He rocked her gently to and fro as she shook and wept a little, making soft noises of comfort and stroking her welted arse until her breathing grew even and she looked up at him, eyes reddened and beautiful face streaked with dirt.
"Now baby," he said "have you learned your lesson?"
Her voice cracked and she nodded.
"Yes Sir: I am yours."
She shifted slightly on the satin-smooth cushion, aware of the press of the restraints around her and of the soft feel of the pale pink silk panties against her smoothly shaved sex. The white vest top hugged her figure and kept her warm enough to not shiver in the open room but her small dusky pink nipples stood out and pulled against the fabric. White and pink thigh high socks completed her meager outfit. She rested her head against the cold metal of the bed frame for a moment, taking deep breaths.
He had caught her as she came home, pressing her up against the wall in a forceful, passionate kiss before instructing her to shower, shave herself smooth and dress as he would wish: she knew his preferences and liked to please, and had selected the evening's wardrobe appropriately. She had waited in the bedroom for him and had not resisted when he placed his hand on her hair, gently stroking for a moment before forcing her to the ground, onto the pillow she knew was her place. She had looked confused and a little upset for a moment - she hadn't done anything wrong, why was she being punished? but didn't make a sound: she was Sir's girl, to do with as he wished. Once the small, heart-shaped padlocks had clicked into place she looked up at him, her eyes wide, clear blue pools. He smiled down at her for a moment, warmth and love in his face and she relaxed, blinked - and he slapped her, hard, across the cheek.
She cried out with pain and surprise and forgot herself for a moment: "hey, what?" - greeted with another hard slap. This time she kept her head.
He frowned at her. "You've been a bad girl. You thought I was asleep when you fucked your dirty slut cunt in the shower this morning, didn't you?" She swallowed hard and looked down - caught out. "And did you ask for my permission to cum? I don't think you did. Didn't I tell you that this - " he slid his hand between her thighs to caress her womanhood through the delicate fabric - "is mine?" She hung her head even lower, shame coursing through her and reddening her cheeks. "Now, you filthy fucking slut. Sit here and think about what you've done."
Without a second glance he turned and strode out the room, leaving her sitting at the foot of the bed.
She wasn't sure how long she had been waiting now but it felt like forever. The sting of her cheek had gone now but she knew he wasn't done with her. She hung her head even lower, shame coursing through her and reddening her cheeks. "Now, you filthy fucking slut. Sit here and think about what you've done."
Without a second glance he turned and strode out the room, leaving her sitting at the foot of the bed.
She wasn't sure how long she had been waiting now but it felt like forever. The sting of her cheek had gone now but she knew he wasn't done with her. The anticipation was beginning to be intense, exquisite, and every small sound which carried to her from his movements in the other room became magnified and exaggerated until she could barely stand it. Again, she closed her eyes and tried to find peace, to slow her pounding heart but it was too much...but when she reopened her eyes, he was opening the door and walking slowly towards her across the floorboards, one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers. In the other he held the tawse.
She swallowed hard, trying not to panic. He never used the tawse on her, it was brutal and never failed to make her sob and plead with him for mercy. She shrank away from him reflexively and she saw a frown pass his face momentarily. Dropping the weapon on the bed he reached for her, unlocking her from the bedpost and dragging her to her feet by the collar. One strong hand gripped her chin and made her look up at him. "Girl, do you know what you've done wrong" he asked, eyes hard. She tried to reply without fear: "yes, Sir. I did not ask for your permission to play with myself this morning, and I did not ask to be allowed to cum." Her eyes dropped. "I am sorry."
Once more he lifted her face and kissed her softly, his lips warm and inviting and the rough scratch of his goatee familiar. He held her against him with one strong arm as he sat himself on the bed, pulling her down after him and pushing her over his knee. Her breasts pressed into his thigh, his hands lifting and repositioning her until she was restrained simply by not being able to touch the floor. He took her cuffed wrists in one hand and without saying a word lay a sharp smack across each cheek of her pale arse. She gave a tiny muffled cry of pain as he lay into her soft flesh again and again. After ten sharp, painful spanks he paused to stroke her stinging, reddened flesh for a moment before another ten spanks. Her teeth gritted against the pain she barely cried out...but the worst was still to come. He let her slip to the floor as he stood and stretched, lazily like a cat, and picked up the tawse.
"Stand up, bitch, pull those panties down, and bend over the bed." She felt sick, shivering with fear and lust as she eased the silky fabric over her hips, her exposed mound smooth and inviting and the folds of her pussy glistening with honey. He ran his hand over her hot, reddened cheeks, almost as if he was lost in contemplation of her form, her dark pink womanhood peeking out beneath the roundness of her rear. But all too soon a sharp intake of breath gave him away and she barely had time to brace herself for the red-hot flick of the tawse's tails. She screamed. The tawse bit again and her scream was driven from her throat. Three more times it rose and fell, three times she shrieked and by the fifth stroke the tears rolled down her face as she sobbed over and over "please, please, no more, I'm sorry Sir, please!"
Through her pain and tears she saw the tawse drop to the floor beside her, but it barely registered until she felt him turn her around and grip her hair in his fist, forcing her to the floor with a crash, her head yanked back hard as he unzipped his trousers and withdrew his rock-hard cock. "For your indiscretion, whore, you can make me cum now" he growled, forcing himself deep into her throat. She gagged and gasped, swallowing hard around him and pressed a little further forward, satisfied to hear his groan of pleasure. Her eyes closed as she worked his cock, long deep strokes alternating with shorter, her tongue teasing his shaft, flicking and swirling over the head before plunging him into her throat, making her gag and drool. His hips began to buck into her, pushing his cock uncomfortably deep into her throat, bringing tears to her eyes as his balls tightened under her ministrations and with a groan he shoved her back, giving two long strokes and shooting his hot load over her tear-stained face.
For a moment she sobbed, humiliated and filthy, her own drool and tears mixing with his cum and dripping onto the white vest, her panties still tangled around her ankles and her own arousal wetting her thighs. He stood for a moment, taking stock, looking at the little whore crumpled in front of him, before stripping his trousers and underwear and picking her up into his arms and lying with her on the bed. He rocked her gently to and fro as she shook and wept a little, making soft noises of comfort and stroking her welted arse until her breathing grew even and she looked up at him, eyes reddened and beautiful face streaked with dirt.
"Now baby," he said "have you learned your lesson?"
Her voice cracked and she nodded.
"Yes Sir: I am yours."
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