She smiled seductively at me and my pants tightened at the promise of that smile. That smile was very much like her driver’s license photo.
“Maybe I should be punished for not following your directions. Over your knee, maybe?”
A smile spread wide on my face.
“Oh, you will be. You make me that sandwich and then you go get a bath and bring those curls back. Then you and me are gonna have a little chat about you following my instructions.”
She chewed her bottom lip and then whispered, “Yes, Master.”
Mmm, Oh yeah.
Angel
I made him a sandwich and then took a bath and got my hair wet and shaved my legs, underarms, and my hoo-ha and I did all of this as fast as possible because I was very anxious to have our little ‘chat’.
The whole time I flat-ironed it that day felt like foreplay because that was about all I could think to do that’d be considered naughty. I couldn’t backtalk or anything super-naughty. It just wasn’t in me. Every pull through of that iron got me thinking about getting dominated by him. He was always dominant when we were having sex but the few times we’d really played I’d been lit on fire.
When I got out of the bath and was in the bedroom getting dressed I heard him turn the shower on. I dropped my towel and reached into our bag to get out some undies and then felt his presence at my back. He had my hips. “You, my naughty Angel, no clothes. Wait on the floor bent over on your knees for your punishment.” He slapped my ass hard and I groaned. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door.
It took forever for the shower to turn off. I was on all fours on the carpet waiting for him. My hair was still dripping as I’d been so excited that I had dropped to the floor immediately after getting his directions before even finis
hing getting dried off.
I heard his footsteps and then I heard,
“This is how I like my baby.” I felt his hand go flat against the small of my back and he gently caressed up to my head and then he had my hair. I felt the head of his cock tease my entrance, felt his hips against my backside. My nails dug into the thick carpet and I took a deep breath. On the exhale he entered me hard and fast and then a ringing slap landed on my backside and I groaned. After a few strokes inside of me he backed out and took my hand and went toward the bed. He sat and hauled me across his lap.
“You naughty?”
“Yes, Dare.”
“You need a spanking?”
“Yes, Dare.”
“Your ass is beautiful, my baby.”
“Thank you. It’s all yours, Master.”
“Mmm. Are you ready for a spanking my naughty girl?”
“Oh yeah.”
“How naughty were you?”
“About ten slaps, Master.”
He hesitated.
“I can take it. I want it,” I whispered.
Then he slapped my ass.
It burned. It burned so good.
Then he stroked my stinging cheek gently for a second, like he was trying to make it feel better. Then he hauled off and slapped again, on the other cheek. I groaned pretty loudly, fisting the quilt at the foot of the bed with my right hand and grabbing his ankle with my left hand.
He slapped again and I moaned. Then he did it again and I felt like I was going to climax because then he dipped his fingers between my cheeks and rubbed my clit for just a second. It was as if I was boneless. My pussy was throbbing. I ran my hand up and down his leg, “Thank you, Master…”