one side, hold his gaze and lean forward to slowly unzip the inside of my right boot. I smile inwardly, knowing that the sheer balconette style bra barely contains my breasts, and at this angle ….
I pull off each boot and set them aside. I stand and touch my palms to my thighs and await further instruction. Be a good girl for him …. His muscles are tense and straining. His white cotton Henley highlights his honeyed skin. I find it fascinating that his face gives nothing away. An unwavering mask of sheer control. Fascinating beyond measure.
His voice cuts through the room in a near growl. “Lose the bra. Keep the panties in place.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I reach around to slowly unhook the clasp. Once it’s free I hesitate out of shyness, holding the delicate scrap of material up against my chest, breathing hard.
He tilts his held to one side. His eyes narrow as annoyance tightens his chiseled features. “Disobedience already, sub?”
“No. Not in the least, just … shy, Master.” I feel the heat rise up in my cheeks as my arms fall forward, the fine material falling down to flutter at my toes. My heart sprints as I catch sight of the steel bar of an erection that is distinctly outlined beneath the right side of his dark washed jeans. Huge and imposing. Oh hell, yes!
He’s watchful, eyes moving between my alert nipples and my face. “Show me how you like your tits touched.”
I freeze up. Touch myself in front of him? Could I? My mind races with the intimidating thought.
“Oh!” I call out because he’s moved with lightning speed to close the small space between us. He immediately grasps my right elbow, spins me around, and marches me to the low, sideways-S-shaped lounge chair. Pushing me, belly first, over the leather, he reaches down and over me, placing a leather strap firmly in each of my shaking palms.
His rich, controlled voice curls around me in a dark embrace, “Don’t you dare let go. When I give a command you are to follow it quickly and gracefully. Am I clear, little sub?”
The directness in his firm voice is unmistakable. I’m angry with myself for not obeying. I shouldn’t have been so timid.
“Yes Master, very clear. I-I’m sorry.”
Shit, why is my voice cracking?
“Not yet, you aren’t, little sub, but you will be soon.”
What?
I squeeze tightly on the straps in anticipation of the unknown. I assume a spanking is in order, but with what? Out of the corner of my eye, off to my left, I see his bare feet and jeans. I hear a low dark murmur, “Been dying to lay into this juicy ass since I saw you on the road that day. Now hold still, baby.”
“Agh!” I cry out as the force of his strong hand connects with my tanga-clad bottom. The burn is all-consuming and spreads immediately, flooding my poor behind with instantaneous pain. The main thought bouncing around in my skull is, He’s really spanking me! followed by, Oh, fuck, how I love it!
Naughty … so unbelievably naughty.
He’s not being easy on me. The blows rain down in a constant torrent of cascading pain. Oh God, I doubt I’ll be able to sit for a good long while! I can hear his harsh breathing above me. His wide hand is planted firmly between my shoulder blades to hold me firmly against the pristine, sloped leather.
“Breathe through it, Elora.”
His reassurance sparks something inside me. Suddenly the pain on my behind feels more like heat and the surging blood flow has my pussy aching with desperate need. I shove my cheek down against the leather and fight the urge to wiggle my hips around.
I would do anything to get off!
Suddenly, the methodical blows cease and his arms are pulling me up by the waist. Stunned, I realize that tears have tracked down my cheeks, and I quickly brush them away as he walks me back to my original position.
With his hot hands still steadying me, he studies me closely and says, “Now, min skjønne, with that out of the way, let’s try this again.”
I’m ashamed
I pull off each boot and set them aside. I stand and touch my palms to my thighs and await further instruction. Be a good girl for him …. His muscles are tense and straining. His white cotton Henley highlights his honeyed skin. I find it fascinating that his face gives nothing away. An unwavering mask of sheer control. Fascinating beyond measure.
His voice cuts through the room in a near growl. “Lose the bra. Keep the panties in place.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I reach around to slowly unhook the clasp. Once it’s free I hesitate out of shyness, holding the delicate scrap of material up against my chest, breathing hard.
He tilts his held to one side. His eyes narrow as annoyance tightens his chiseled features. “Disobedience already, sub?”
“No. Not in the least, just … shy, Master.” I feel the heat rise up in my cheeks as my arms fall forward, the fine material falling down to flutter at my toes. My heart sprints as I catch sight of the steel bar of an erection that is distinctly outlined beneath the right side of his dark washed jeans. Huge and imposing. Oh hell, yes!
He’s watchful, eyes moving between my alert nipples and my face. “Show me how you like your tits touched.”
I freeze up. Touch myself in front of him? Could I? My mind races with the intimidating thought.
“Oh!” I call out because he’s moved with lightning speed to close the small space between us. He immediately grasps my right elbow, spins me around, and marches me to the low, sideways-S-shaped lounge chair. Pushing me, belly first, over the leather, he reaches down and over me, placing a leather strap firmly in each of my shaking palms.
His rich, controlled voice curls around me in a dark embrace, “Don’t you dare let go. When I give a command you are to follow it quickly and gracefully. Am I clear, little sub?”
The directness in his firm voice is unmistakable. I’m angry with myself for not obeying. I shouldn’t have been so timid.
“Yes Master, very clear. I-I’m sorry.”
Shit, why is my voice cracking?
“Not yet, you aren’t, little sub, but you will be soon.”
What?
I squeeze tightly on the straps in anticipation of the unknown. I assume a spanking is in order, but with what? Out of the corner of my eye, off to my left, I see his bare feet and jeans. I hear a low dark murmur, “Been dying to lay into this juicy ass since I saw you on the road that day. Now hold still, baby.”
“Agh!” I cry out as the force of his strong hand connects with my tanga-clad bottom. The burn is all-consuming and spreads immediately, flooding my poor behind with instantaneous pain. The main thought bouncing around in my skull is, He’s really spanking me! followed by, Oh, fuck, how I love it!
Naughty … so unbelievably naughty.
He’s not being easy on me. The blows rain down in a constant torrent of cascading pain. Oh God, I doubt I’ll be able to sit for a good long while! I can hear his harsh breathing above me. His wide hand is planted firmly between my shoulder blades to hold me firmly against the pristine, sloped leather.
“Breathe through it, Elora.”
His reassurance sparks something inside me. Suddenly the pain on my behind feels more like heat and the surging blood flow has my pussy aching with desperate need. I shove my cheek down against the leather and fight the urge to wiggle my hips around.
I would do anything to get off!
Suddenly, the methodical blows cease and his arms are pulling me up by the waist. Stunned, I realize that tears have tracked down my cheeks, and I quickly brush them away as he walks me back to my original position.
With his hot hands still steadying me, he studies me closely and says, “Now, min skjønne, with that out of the way, let’s try this again.”
I’m ashamed
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