Have You Been Naughty...Again?
She comes to him with an expression of trepidation on her
face – she has been naughty, and she knows it. He has already
issued her part of her punishment; her hair is in pigtails,
tied with red ribbons around the bands. The tight white
button-down shirt hugs her lush breasts, which strain
at the buttons, and provide an enticing glimpse of a lacy
bra, as well as tiny half-moons of white skin.
From where he sits on the couch, his gaze travels downward.
The plaid skirt sweeps several inches above her knees,
rustling as she walks toward him and riding even higher.
White thigh-high stockings wrap lovingly around her long
legs, and her patent leather Mary Jane shoes make no sound
in the thick plush pile of the carpet.
Wordlessly, he motions her to stand in front of him. Her
lips shine, sticky with gloss. They tremble, and her eyes
are large, fearing what is to come…but at the same time,
welcoming it.
For the moment, all he does is look. She is a sight to behold
– one finger creeps into her mouth, and pulls at her lower
lip in a pout. She purses her lips around the finger, knowing
what the image will do to him, and he smiles inwardly, though
no expression betrays itself upon his face.
He has had enough of looking, and nods at her. She kneels
on the couch beside him, then slowly prostrates herself
across his lap. Her buttocks are perfectly positioned
across his thighs, and her skirt rides up, folding itself
across the lower curves of her backside.
Slowly, almost reverently, he pulls her skirt up. As per
his instructions, her undergarment is a bright red thong,
leaving her buttocks fully exposed.
He snaps the tiny triangle of the thong, where it lies against
the small of her back. To her credit, she allows herself
no reaction, and he is pleased. Carefully, he takes the
bottle of oil – half-full – from the coffee table, and lubricates
his hands with a generous amount. He rubs the oil into her
buttocks, until they gleam in the light of the amber lamps.
His penis, already hard and throbbing, pokes her in the
stomach. She shifts, restlessly, and he lays a hand firmly
on her backside to calm her. She trembles at the touch, longing
for more, and he is finally ready to grant her wishes. He
knows that she is naughty on purpose, from time to time.
His hand lifts – only slightly – and smacks down on one of
the rounded cheeks. She jumps. He delivers another smack,
this one harder, and she relaxes, limp in his lap. Her buttocks
tremble and her hips shift, digging into his thigh. He spanks
quickly now, four or five times in succession, alternating
sides. Her buttocks have already begun to glow a rich, rosy
red where he has spanked her.
Between spanks, he massages her buttocks firmly, kneading
the flesh and digging deep into the muscles. As she relaxes,
he spanks again, then returns to massaging. It does not
do to allow her too much respite.
After a few more moments, he takes her thong and pulls it
down to her knees. His hand seeks between her legs, threading
through the slick nest of curls and finding her warm, inviting
pussy. Abruptly, his fingers slide into her, and he strokes
in and out, his wrist forcing her thighs apart.
He pulls his fingers out, and slips them forward, finding
her hard little clit within the folds of skin. He works it
between his fingers, caressing in a circular motion. As
her hips begin to buck against his hand, he quickly withdraws
it, and without warning delivers another spank to her buttocks.
He spanks her quite hard this time, then returns to his
fingering of her. After perhaps four or five alternations,
he pushes both hands between her legs and uses one to finger-fuck
her, while the other seeks her clit. He knows what the result
of this will be, and she cries out, making her first sound
since the punishment had begun. This is her reward, this
release, for bearing her punishment well.
She screams as he shoves his fingers into her harder, and
then cums violently, squeezing her thighs together around
his hands.
When she is finished, she rolls over on his lap, then sits
up, grabbing onto his tie to help her. She straddles his
lap, and in one quick movement, unzips his pants. His cock,
constrained by the zipper, bursts out through the opening
in his boxers. He doesn’t even take the time to shove his
pants down; he pulls her down, impaling her on his cock.
She’s riding him, using his shoulders for leverage, and
her breasts are bouncing beneath the shirt, and his hands
are pushing up her skirt. His thumb finds her clit and works
it hard, and as she starts cumming a second time, he kisses
her roughly and slams her down onto him, grinding his hips
hard…and then he’s there, cumming inside her, feeling
her squeeze him as her orgasm takes her. His hands dig into
her buttocks, her hot buttocks, still rosy red from his
fervent spanking.
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