All's Right with the World

I'd been stuck in this hotel room all day, just like yesterday and the day before. I couldn't go out, couldn't be seen or His boss would know He'd brought a girl along to the male bonding weekend. It seemed like such an adventure at first, hiding in here, waiting for Him to come back from whatever motivational session had just ended, knowing that He'd been thinking about me and what He wanted to do to me whilst some guru droned on about maximising profits.

Now it was just boring. The books I brought with me didn't seem to hold my attention. The TV was showing the same programs I'd seen the day before and I just couldn't be arsed waiting around any longer. It wasn't even like I could text Him like I normally would coz His phone was sitting switched off on the dressing table. And yes, this room was beautiful, hell the whole place was beautiful, a 15th century castle sat in splendid isolation, miles of rolling hills to wander over on foot or on horse-back.

But no, I had to be a good girl and sit here all by myself. There were times when I really didn't want to be a good girl any longer, I wanted to be a bad girl and dance around the castle, pretend to be a high born lady with servants, sneak down to the stables and go for a ride. But I wasn't brave enough to do that. If He was by my side I could do anything He asked, but by myself, the courage He gave me would fade away.

It made me so mad that I was under His spell like this; so angry at all the rules He'd given me. The main one was that I wasn't allowed to masturbate or play with His pussy when He wasn't there. He wanted me so horny that when He did finally come back I would be ready for Him. But I didn't want to be His good girl, His pet, any longer, so I thought 'Fuck it, I'm going to play. It's not like He's here to see, here to know.'

I hadn't bothered getting dressed after my shower that day, clothes only got in His way when He came back and my gorgeous lacy underwear was chucked across the room with no regard for its softness or beauty. I lay down on the huge four-poster bed that dominated the room. The scarves He'd used to tie me to it were still in place from last night. I knew fine well I was going to be in so much trouble if He caught me but in my present mood I really couldn't care.

I felt so rebellious as my fingers wandered over my breasts, squeezing my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, feeling the heat and moisture starting to gather between my legs. As one hand walked down my belly towards His pussy the other carried on playing with my breasts, feeling the flesh over flowing my hand. I softly stroked the hollow between my thigh and pussy, daring my fingers to get closer, to move over the smooth shaven outer lips and feel how wet I was. And my God I was wet! It was almost like the naughtiness of the situation was turning me on more than my fingers were.

I slipped a finger in between the outer lips and ran it up and down, swirling round MY clit, feeling how wet MY pussy was. I took my hand from my breasts and opened up my outer lips to expose my whole pussy to the attention of my fingers, pinching my clit between my first and third fingers as my middle finger stroked the entrance to my pussy. So wet, so hot, my finger slid inside my tight little pussy and stroked the inside walls just like He'd taught me all those months ago. I felt so smooth, so wet, the moisture coating my fingers as I slid another one in beside the first. My eyes were closed, conjuring up images of being with Him as my fingers curled up to find that wonderful little spot that gave me so much pleasure and my palm pressed hard onto my clit. I was so close to cuming, my body shaking with the effort, when I heard Him clear His throat.

'What to you think you are doing young lady?'

My eyes flew open, caught in the act, I was in big trouble, There were two ways out of this, I could act full of contrition I didn't actually feel or I could let Him see how mad I was. Now if I did that I knew I would piss Him off more, but I was just angry enough to do it.

I sat up with my fingers still in my pussy, looked Him straight in the eye and said,

'Playing with my pussy. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to finish up.' And laid back down, ignoring Him. Big mistake!

He came round onto the bed and sat astride my waist, pulling my hands away from my pussy and over the top of my head.

'I do mind, bitch. I don't remember giving you permission to play.'

'You didn't. You were busy, as per usual.'

'That doesn't matter, I still did not give you permission to play with MY pussy' he shouted at me.

'Fuck you, I've been stuck in here all day while you go off and have fun with your mates, so yeah I'm gonna play with my pussy when I want to, how I want to!

'Right, you want to play rough, I can play rough.'

With those words He flipped me over onto my front and pulled me down to the bottom of the bed. He tied my hands to the scarves that had secured my feet the night before and lifted my head so I could see what was going to happen in the large mirror on the opposite wall. He grabbed the pillows off the bed and piled them underneath my hips so I was totally at His mercy. He stood to one side of the bed, catching His breath, studying me as I looked into His eyes reflected in the mirror. He could see how angry I was, my eyes narrowed at Him, my face mutinous.

'You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna spank you hard, bitch.'

'Oh like you weren't going to anyway' I gave my sarky reply.

'Well no, actually, I was going to come up here and be nice to you, as you've been so good for the last few days.'

How the hell was I supposed to reply to that. God! He got me so confused! He came over and stood beside me, His fingers stroking down my back to my arse.

'Now you know I'm going to have to punish you for acting the way you did, don't you?'

'Yes Sir' I said with a small voice.

'If you're a good girl and take it well, I'll give you your treat at the end.'

'Thank you Sir.'

'Good girl, now for playing without permission, how many strokes with the crop is that?'

'Six Sir.'

'And for acting like a bitch?'

'I don't know Sir.' I didn't know. I'd never acted like that before, never dared to.

'I think nine, you were very rude to me, so that's fifteen in all.'

FIFTEEN!!! I'd never had more than six before, how was I going to deal with that many? At the same time though His pussy was starting to dribble at the thought of the riding crop coming down on my arse. He must have seen the shock on my face because He bent down in front of my face and said,

'I won't pretend that this won't hurt because we both know it will, but I'm going to tell you your reward now so you have something to look forward to. When I have given you your punishment, I am going to come round here again' He pointed to where He stood, 'And I am going to fuck your mouth until you cum. Once you have cum, I am going to fuck MY pussy until you cum at least twice more, and I am talking about big cums, ones where your whole body shakes and you can't help but cry out.

But you have to be a very good girl for me now and count out your strokes, ok?

I looked up at Him and nodded, not trusting my voice.

'Ok here we go.'

He stood up and retrieved the crop from the desk. Coming round beside me He looked at me and laid His hand on my arse, sticking up in the air, trembling beneath His touch.

'Ready?' He asked me softly.

'Yes Sir.' I whimpered in response.

He swung His arm back and the crop landed, hard enough to sting.

'Count it out bitch.'

'One Sir.' I gasped.

'Two Sir' It landed just below the first stroke, the same pressure as before.

'Three Sir' There was a pattern emerging now, of stripes side by side, working down my arse. His normal pattern, but normally I only got six, where would the others land? I didn't have time to think long though before the next one arrived.

'Four Sir.'

'Five Sir'

'Six Sir'

I was going to cum from this alone. I could feel my whole body shaking as the crop came down again and again and again. We were up to twelve now, and the stripes were starting to overlap, my whole arse felt like it was on fire and I still had three more to go. His hand was on my back holding me still as I started to squirm from the pain.

'Two more pet.'

'Fourteen Sir'

'Fifteen Sir'

'Good girl, well done. Now open your mouth wide for me.'

It was one of my favourite things, sucking His cock deep into my mouth. And He was ready, I could see as He opened His fly and got His cock out how ready He was. I opened my mouth wide for Him and He held my head with one hand whilst feeding His cock to me with the other. Once I had Him secure, He put both hands on my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth, long deep strokes.

My body was shaking from the spanking and He knew it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge. He speeded up, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I was whimpering from the sensations and His cock picked up the vibrations from this. I could feel Him getting bigger and bigger, I was doing this to Him, I was making Him feel this good and I couldn't help it, I sucked hard on Him every time He thrust into me.

As He got closer and closer, His cock twitching in my mouth, I came so hard, juices running freely out His pussy and He couldn't help but join me, shooting His hot sticky cum deep into my mouth, groaning in pleasure. I sucked Him til He stepped away from me, leaving me begging Him to come back. He stood over me shaking His head at the neediness in my voice. He moved round the bed to behind me to look at His pussy and the juice that was dribbling down my thighs. He knelt behind me and ran His fingers up and down, feeling for Himself how wet I actually was. I pushed back as much as I could on His fingers and He again chuckled at my need.

'Oh my greedy girl, what does she want?'

'You Sir.'

'Me, what my fingers?' as He pushed first one then two inside me, then smiling as I gripped them hard.

'Please Sir, you promised your cock Sir.'

'I did, give him a minute to wake up again, you sucked him so well before. Just let me play with my little pussy for now.' His thumb brushed over His clit as His fingers delved deep inside me, pushing me close to the edge again.

His other hand was gently tugging on His cock, pulling the blood back to it, enjoying the sensations of His girl totally under His control. He knelt behind me, running the tip of His cock up and down, wetting the head before popping it just inside me. His hands were softly soothing my burning arse, running gently over it as He slowly fucked me with just the tip of His cock. I lay beneath Him, begging Him to slide all the way into me. He looked into my eyes and said,

'Like this?' And pushed slowly into me, listening to me groan with the feeling of being so completely full with Him.

He began to screw me slowly, burying Himself to the hilt and driving His pelvis against His clit then pulling out til only the tip of Him was left inside me. He leaned forwards over my body, His hips pressing against my burning arse cheeks and twisted my hair round His hand and up off my neck, nibbling hard on the back of my neck, hard enough that He would leave me marked the next day. I couldn't move, couldn't thrust up to meet His thrusts, I could only lay there and accept what He gave me, wonderful feelings of pleasure shooting through my body every time He drove into my body.

All the sensations were driving me wild, the feel of His hands on my body, big strong tanned hands on my white soft quivering body, hold my hips firmly; His eyes on my face in the mirror, watching the expressions turn from lust to wonder at the feelings He was giving me with His body; His voice telling me how good I was, how He adored His little slut, His whore, telling my how good my body was making Him feel; and all the time I was shaking from the building tensions in my body, cuming time and time again, and all the while that relentless slow deep thrust with the clit grinding twist at the end. He didn't speed up at all, just held my hips still as my back arched up towards Him.

I'd lost track of how many times my body had shuddered in pleasure but I could feel His cock growing inside me again, and now He speeded up, thrusting hard and fast. I could see His eyes widening as He got closer to cuming again, and now He changed His angle so the tip of His cock was pushing against the side of His pussy, hitting that spot on the tip of His cock that made Him explode. I was crying out with the feelings He was giving me, hoarse incoherent cries, soon joined by His groans of pleasure as He got faster and more aggressive with His thrusts.

He grabbed hold of my hips, digging His fingers into my flesh, hard enough that it would bruise then next day. He drove into me again and again, staring into my eyes as He came, His cock twitching and jumping inside me, pushing me over the edge one last time, so I shuddered and came at the same time as He did, our bodies quivering together.

'Good girl,' He told me stroking my back. He leaned forwards again, His cock still deep inside me but this time to untie me so we could curl up together on the bed. We lay side by side for a while, Him soothing my hair back as I shook in His arms from the aftershocks that rippled through my body.

'That's my princess, that's my good slut,' He crooned to me as He held me close. I fell asleep like that, safe in His arms, His slut had pleased Him, all was right with the world.