| She watched him sleep. Lying on his stomach, his arms circled and held the pillow his head rested on. With every breath his back muscles rippled. She couldn't believe how such a beautiful creature had come into her life. She gently traced the outline of the tattoo on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. He began to stir. She drew her hand down along the center of his back towards where the sheet covered the smooth rise of his ass, following her hand with kisses until the small of his back. Sitting up, she pushed the sheet down his legs to expose his bare ass. She caressed each cheek slowly and gently. He stirred more as she continued to caress him. She smiled as he moaned lightly, beginning to wake. He turned his body towards her to look at her and opened his eyes. Smiling at her and wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer, he said, "Good morning baby." "Good morning," she replied and she leaned to kiss him. As she leaned toward him, he noticed a gleam come into her eyes. Knowing what that look in her eyes meant for him, fear swept over him. Damn, he thought to himself, couldn't she have at least waited until I really woke up? But he knew that when she wanted something, she just took it, and struggling or trying to avoid it would only make it worse. She kissed him then, and the kiss was so gentle and loving that he thought for an instant he had been mistaken about her plans. The sudden pain of her teeth biting into his bottom lip brought him to the realization that he had initially been correct. He then felt the sharp sting of her hand as it smacked his ass. He groaned at the pain in his lip and his ass, but his cock betrayed him as it began to harden against her stomach. Releasing his lip she whispered huskily, "Mistress knows what her little slut likes, doesn't she?" A moment's hesitation before responding meant feeling the sting of her hand again. Slap! "Yes! Yes!" he spat out. Slap! Slap! Slap! More stings as she growled, "Yes what?" Slap! Slap! Slap! "Yes Mistress!" She grabbed underneath his chin, pulling his face within inches of hers. "That little slip-up is going to cost you." She rolled on top of him and pinned his arms above his head, straddling him, her wet pussy dripping onto his stomach. She bit and nipped at his lips, his ears, his neck. He moaned and bucked his hips, trying to get her to slide farther down--wanting her pussy on his cock. "No," she said, answering the question that hadn't been asked with words. "You've been a very naughty boy. What happens to naughty boys?" "They must be punished Mistress." The trained reply slid easily off of his tongue now that he was in his submissive mode. "Indeed they must." She linked his hands together using a pair of handcuffs, and secured the cuffs to the center of the headboard with a length of rope. She did it this way so that he would be free to turn any way she wanted him to, but his hands and arms would still be unable to interfere. Once he was secured, she climbed off of him and commanded him to roll over, forcing him into the very uncomfortable position of lying on top of his erection. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! She continued where she had left off spanking his ass. Slap! Slap! Slap! Moaning at every slap, he soon reached the point where he could no longer tell the difference between the pain she was inflicting now and the pleasure that she usually brought him. Slap! Slap! She didn't stop until it was almost the color of her bright pink fingernails. Slap!" Have you had enough yet, my pretty?" "Yes Mistress. Please, no more." "I'm not convinced," she hissed. He then felt cool leather trailing on his back, which he barely had time to recognize as her riding crop before she brought it down on his already pink ass, eliciting a gasp and moan from him. His cock twitched, aching to be released from underneath him. Again and again she brought it down, turning his pink ass a shade closer to the color of her blood-red lips. Strain could be heard in his voice as he begged, “Please Mistress, no more! I’ve learned my lesson. Please!” She stopped, and put the crop down. Smiling at him as she began to massage his sore bottom, she said, “I love it when you beg for mercy my pretty little slut. Before the morning is through you’ll be begging me to let you cum.” |
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