A Lesson LearnedbyLadynStFreknBed©
He took a step towards me and grabbed the hair on the back of my neck. He pulled me towards him until his lips were firmly pressed against mine. His kiss dominated my lips.
It wasn't only my lips that were at his mercy. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, taking control of my tongue. I moaned. With his free hand, he unbuttoned my blouse. He lightly traced my cleavage with his finger. He kissed my breasts and traced the top of my bra with his tongue.
He pulled away with his hand still entangled in my hair. "Don't you EVER argue with me," he said with a firm tone.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"What did you say to me?" he asked as he swatted me on my butt.
"Ouch! I'm sorry, Sir," I corrected.
"Good girl. Now, lie down in the middle of the bed," he ordered me as he released my hair from his grasp.
I laid down on the bed. He approached the bed. He slid my skirt up to my waist, revealing the black lace thong with red ribbon ties on each side that I was wearing.
"What's this?" he asked, yanking the panties.
"I thought you would like them, Master," I explained.
"What's the rule regarding wearing panties with skirts?"
"No panties allowed when I wear a skirt, Sir."
"Then, why? Why would you wear these?"
"I thought you would like them, Sir."
"Do you get to break the rules whenever you want to?"
"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
He untied the ribbons and removed my panties. I wondered if I will be punished for my transgression.
"I should spank you for that, but I have a feeling that I will be spanking you soon enough. Are you going to obey me?"
"Yes, Master," I said with conviction.
"Here are the rules. No moaning or making any noise. No moving at all. You must remain perfectly still unless I tell you to move. No cumming until I tell you that you may. Understood?" he asked.
He pushed my thighs wide apart and kneeled between them. I paid attention to my breathing, concentrating on keeping it regular as I prepared myself to follow Master's instructions.
He gently ran his finger along the contours of my pussy. I held my breath when his fingertip brushed against my clit. As he began to rub my clit, I fought the urge to squirm by imagining that I was glued tight to the bed.
"Good girl," he praised.
Consciously breathing slowly in and out, I continued to monitor my breathing while he stroked my clit. My body was already aching to cum. My mind was searching for something revolting to concentrate on in order to control my arousal. "Dead puppies. Dead puppies," I thought.
He plunged a finger into my wetness. I gasped. He began to massage my G-spot with one finger while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
"Aah," I whimpered.
He immediately stopped and withdrew his hand. He looked at me disapprovingly. He got up from between my legs and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come here," he ordered.
With downcast eyes, I went to him. He took my arm and guided me to lie across his lap. My round, creamy-white ass was presented for the proper punishment.
Smack. The first spanking stung. Smack. Smack. The third one really hurt! Smack. Smack. I was fighting off tears as he administered the fifth and final spanking.
"Lie down. You better not disappoint me again," he ordered.
I carefully laid back down. My reddened bottom hurt against the bed, especially when he spread my legs again. I began to concentrate on my breathing once more.
He resumed rubbing my clit. It felt so good. I could feel my wetness begin to roll down my ass. He suddenly slipped two fingers into my pussy with force. I gasped and held my breath as he fingered me. Oh, how I wanted to cum.
He massaged my clit with one hand and repeatedly plunged two fingers from his other hand into me. I could feel myself begin to tighten. "Dead puppies. Dead puppies."
He rubbed my clit harder and my hips shifted upwards, begging for his cock. He stopped. He sighed and got up.
"Please, Master. Please don't spank me again. I'm sorry."
I laid across his lap. Smack. Smack. I was fighting off tears. Smack. Smack. A few tears rolled down my cheek. Smack. After the last smack, he gently kissed the redness.
I sat on the bed. He wiped the tears from my face.
"If you disobey me again, you will not be allowed to cum at all today. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," I said with my head lowered.
I winced as I laid down on the bed. I spread my legs for Master. I was a little scared when I saw him lower his head to my pussy. I felt his tongue glide up and down my slit. He licked and rubbed my clit with his tongue. I felt him graze his teeth over my sensitive button. I sucked air into my lungs and held it. He slipped a finger into my wetness and then into my ass as he teased my clit with his tongue. I felt myself tighten up.
"Master, may I cum?"
He lifted his head and answered, "Not yet! Don't you dare cum."
"Dead puppies. Dead puppies." As revolting as that is, it wasn't working. All I could really think about was how I wished he would slide his cock up in me.
He was fingering my ass, gradually doing it faster. It felt so good! When he flicked my clit with his tongue, I thought I was going to go insane from being pushed so close to forbidden ecstasy. I held my breath and concentrated on staying perfectly still. I knew that without Master's orders, I would have been squirming.
Finally, I heard the words that I was waiting to hear. "You may cum, move, and make noise if necessary."
"Thank you, Master."
His tongue lapped at my clit. I threw my head back and moaned several times while he was licking my clit and fingering my puckered hole. He moved back a bit and pressed on my clit with a finger. With harder pressure, he rubbed my clit using a circular motion. Before long, my pussy was over taken by pulsing tightness. My legs trembled. Master slowly stopped teasing my clit.
He laid beside me. He held me close to him, kissing me gently. I loved feeling his strong arms around me. I always felt relaxed when I was close to him.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I said as I cuddled closer to him.
He kissed my forehead. "You're never going to argue with me again, are you?" he asked.