I’ve often read about those poor dears who are punished for not addressing their dom/master etc in the correct fashion. My giddy submissive self has always been somewhat envious of those crimes and punishments – but my husband has never been one to bear titles – that is until this morning…
I think I died and went to heaven…
The children were all out for the day – I asked him what his plans were – trying to sort out a timetable for working on the computer….
“First we’re gonna fuck!”
“Oh really?” I say, actually genuinely surprised.
“Yes really!” he replies, but then he wanders off.
I go upstairs and put on a see through lacy bra and some matching (but not meant to be matching) lacy boy shorts. Some dark black hold up stockings and an ‘in your face’ bright red low cut mini dress. I lie down on our bed.
“I’m wearing some fucking clothes!” I shout down the stairs.
“Oh yeh…” I hear and the laptop shutting and then he’s right there in front of me…
“Get up then! Show me your stuff!” I sit up and then walk round towards him – for some reason feeling a bit shy…
He pushes me face down onto the bed.
“Assume the position!” I lie sprawled forwards with my ass in the air expectantly - But there’s not even a slap – he starts to undo my bra,
“But their matching and you haven’t even seen them yet!”
“You don’t need it!” he replies matter of factly and ‘helps’ me to take it off.
“Assume the position!” I of course assume… He gives me a few hard delicious slaps to my ass.
“Look – you’re making my cock hard.” I look and sure enough it looks ready for action. I put out my hand to feel it.
“No touching!” is the stern rebuke. He then slaps me hard on the inside top of my thighs a few times (which always makes me feel like a naughty little girl being punished.)
“What do you say?” he asks.
“Ummm… Thank you?” I flounder for a moment…
“Thank you…?” he says guiding me towards something we both want and for a moment I can’t even think straight…
“Thank you SIR!” I answer.
“And?” he’s looking at me scarily sternly and what he wants I don’t know….What do I want? Of course…
“Please hit me again sir!” I answer with relief. He smiles at me.
“That’s better!” A couple of very hard spanks follow…
“Up against the wall!” I move to the wall, automatically putting my hands above my head and stick my ass out towards him. After a few stingers to my eager behind, he starts to rub one of his knuckles up into my pussy. The knuckle then moves its way to my asshole. I’m moaning now with a little bit of pain and alot of pleasure.Then he stops,
“What do you say?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Good girl. Turn around!!” I do what he asks and he moves my arms which have dropped to my side back above my head…
“Assume the position!” I’m not sure what he means – he’s never asked me to do this facing him before… I push my pelvis towards him.
“More!” he says. Good I’m on the right track. I stick my pussy towards him for all I’m worth.
SMACK! Woah! He’s never hit me this hard on my cunt before. SMACK! And again and again. My pussy feels like it’s burning – and no understatement here. It’s hot hot hot!
“What do you say?”
“Th..th.thank you Sir.” I manage to whisper.
“Please hit me again Sir…” Mmmmmaaaargh! His eyes are so deliciously stern and I have to keep thanking Sir and asking Sir for more… Then he stops for a moment, which at this point is somewhat of a relief…
“Have you got the condom?”
“No what?!” Another hard SMACK!
“Sir!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Um…” I mumble as my legs begin to buckle…
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“I think I’m going to wet myself.”
“What do you say?!”
“Sir, ummm please hit me again… Sir!”
“Go get the condom!” I scramble over to the side of our bed and grab one and hand it over…
“Prepare to be fucked!” I move fast…
I lie sprawled on the bed – my knickers have gone – I’m not sure when… my pussy is burning like hell!
“Spread em!” I spread. I’m always amazed that his cock is so hard – I mean – he must be enjoying this as much as me!
After my first delicious cumming, I can’t resist from using those immortal lines form Oliver Twist:
“Please Sir, can I have some more?” He of course obliges and I have another couple. I suddenly have this urge to lick him all over. I begin with his ears, his lips, his nipples, his balls.
He’s out of me now, asking if I like him wiping his balls all over my face.
“Yes Sir!” I reply..
I’m lying on the bed with my stockings and my short read dress still on. He’s kneeling over my head facing my legs, stroking his cock with his hand. My tongue is working like crazy on his balls and ass. Every now and again my dress rides up to reveal my slutty ass and pussy. Every now and again he orders me (not without some disgust in his voice!) ‘to sort out my dress!’
There is something about this attempt at modesty when I am his complete and utter whore that turns him on…Sometimes I pull my dress down too much and my nipples poke out of the top half.
My tongue is working on his asshole and he cums hard, first on the front of my outfit and then lifting up the top of my dress, the warm cream shoots all over my breasts.
I lick any left over cum from his cock and then we look into each others eyes and share one very messy, wet and sloppy, dirty kiss…