Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

Taking a moment to get used to the width, she wrapped her luscious lips around me. Her hand followed her mouth as she stroked both the length of my cock and then back again, coaxing the most heavenly feeling out of me. She was a fucking natural. Sucking my enormous cock like it was a popsicle.

I took hold of her braid to keep her from hurting herself, even though I admired her enthusiasm. Particularly when she cupped my balls with her other hand, massaging them as she sucked.

I tensed, getting ready to unleash, but my brave pet forged on sucking harder, eager to taste my cum. I rewarded her efforts in a huge torrent, filling her mouth. She struggled to keep it all down, but she did not waste a drop.Chapter 13 - CharliIt was becoming a habit. My eyes opened before Max had even stirred. Careful not to wake him up, I went to look for my clothes. The curtains were open, but that didn’t help much as the sun still had to rise on the horizon.

My vision adjusted, allowing me to see my clothes where Max had flung them before fucking me senseless the night before.

My bra and panties were nowhere to be found. I knew it would mean a spanking, but I got dressed without them. Sliding the skirt and blouse over my bare skin before stepping into my shoes. Careful to mind my posture, I strode out of the room, the way my master had taught me.

The kitchen was eerie in the early morning. A nascent sun reflected its rays off the tile and chrome surfaces. Stepping light to keep from clacking around, I flicked on the coffee machine. Its various buttons glowing neon blue in the gloom. Moving with a trained acuity, I got the beast brewing and looked for something to make for breakfast.

The sudden light burst like a supernova. It was nearly blinding. Forgetting my composure, I screamed and covered my eyes. Posture was so distant of a thought it was but a blur on the brightening horizon.

“It’s okay, Pet,” I heard him say.

I could smell his cologne. The scent wrapped me in comfort. My face pressed against his chest, and I inhaled deeply.

“I’m sorry, Master. A-are you going to spank me?”

“Of course not. That was my fault. Are you okay? That was a hell of a scream.”

“More from surprise. Yeah, I’m okay now.”

“Good. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Holding me out at arm’s length, he looked me up and down. With his hand still on my shoulder, he did a full rotation, scrutinizing every inch.

Suddenly, he stopped, his free hand shooting up my skirt and grabbing a handful of my bare ass. He made a noise I couldn’t identify, but he did not sound happy.

My breath caught as his other hand slipped from my shoulder into the front of my blouse. Taking up a warm clutch of my right breast, he pinched my nipple mercilessly.

“Explanation?”

I swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath. “I couldn’t find them. I looked but—”

His fingers slid into my cunt and were moving in a way I’d never imagine possible. It was all I could do to stay conscious.

“Bend over,” he whispered harshly.

I didn’t know if it would be a flogging or a fucking, but, truthfully, I would welcome both. It was a spanking but a gentle one. The underwear thing was a rule, but one of the more minor ones.

Coffee and posture were much more important. Had I been slouching or, horror of horrors, had my elbows been on the counter, I would have been screaming from the spanking. As it was, the smacks felt good. They felt closer to gropes than slaps.

“Next time you forget your underwear, I’ll paddle you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”

I nodded and made a mental note to forget to wear underwear tomorrow.

Coffee poured, we commenced making breakfast, sipping, and chatting as we went. The caffeine did wonderful things to our minds. Even Max seemed perkier.

There was something mutual about the situation. I was giving myself to Max, but I wanted to. I loved him and what he did to me. He used me as he liked, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was busily emptying the dishwasher and was so caught up in a happy dream, I failed to keep a sufficient hold on one of the plates, which exploded on the floor.

I pressed my fingers against my lips. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew I’d messed up. I got to my knees, picking up the shards, déjà vu hitting like a hammer.

There was a spanking coming, and most likely a painful one. It would hurt, but I was ready for it, though. I’d been spanked hard before, and I could even tell the different styles he would use.