his side.
“I’m sorry, Grayson, I shouldn’t have disobeyed you,” she said with a little sob.
“No, you shouldn’t have and I intend to ensure you fully understand the consequences if you should do so again, young lady. Lie back over my knee.”
With a moan she placed herself back over his lap. Since she was being so obedient, Grayson decided a short hand spanking would do to finish this part of the punishment. He brought his hand down on her upturned bottom hard and fast, concentrating most of his swats to the tender under curve and being sure each smack jolted the plug inside her. It took only a minute for her to begin begging forgiveness.
Grayson lifted her to her feet, then stood, bending her back over the chair, “You were forgiven before we even started, little fire. I’m just ensuring it’s a lesson that doesn’t need repeating. I will never tolerate your doing anything that puts your health and safety in jeopardy; it’s best you learn this well.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now hold yourself open again for me,” he instructed her firmly.
Isabella moved quickly to comply, holding her bottom open and giving a relieved sigh when the plug was pulled free from her bottom.
* * *
Izzy’s relief was short-lived when she felt the large head of Grayson’s shaft move to take the place of the plug; with a groan of dismay she buried her face in the seat of the chair. Her poor bottom was already so sore, but she knew she’d willfully disobeyed her mate and must accept the consequences of her actions.
Izzy relaxed her bottom and pushed back to help his entry. This act was total domination, a demonstration of his absolute authority over her. Though it wasn’t pleasant, she felt the dampness begin to trickle between her legs in response to his mastery. When his fingers began to dance across her clit, she spread her legs further apart and moaned in encouragement.
* * *
Grayson took her hard once he was fully seated; when he felt her body began to tighten and knew she was close to release, he stilled inside her and removed his fingers from her swollen little clit.
“No! Grayson, please!” Isabella whimpered in frustration.
He held still inside her until he was sure Isabella’s pending orgasm had receded, then started again, stroking a finger carefully along the edge of her clit as he pounded into her ass. As her body began to draw tight once more, Grayson stilled inside her.
“Oh no,” she cried.
“What happens to bad little girls, Isabella?” he asked her sternly.
“They get sp… spanked,” Isabella whispered hoarsely.
“What else happens to their naughty little bottoms?”
She shuddered in response to his question. “Please don’t make me say it.”
He delivered a sharp swat to each cheek before beginning to move resolutely within her once more, this time surrounding her clit with two fingers and moving them in time with his thrusts.
“What else, Isabella?”
“Their bottoms get taken hard,” she said with a little mewling sound as she once again neared release.
“Do naughty girls get to come, Isabella?” he asked her, stilling once more just as she was about to shoot into orbit and removing all stimulation.
“Nooooo!” she wailed.
“What kind of girls get to come, Isabella?”
“Good girls,” Isabella said miserably.
“That’s right. Only good girls get to come. Are you going to be my good girl from now on?” Grayson asked.
“Yes, sir!” she answered fervently.
Grayson smiled, then repositioned her body as he began to ride her with hard deep thrusts.
He was careful to keep her positioned so there was no possibility of clitoral stimulation. This was punishment and she would receive no further pleasure and would have the rest of the day to think about her behavior with a dose of sexual frustration added into the mix.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Grayson. Only you,” she said softly.
Grayson began to pound into her hard and fast,
“I’m sorry, Grayson, I shouldn’t have disobeyed you,” she said with a little sob.
“No, you shouldn’t have and I intend to ensure you fully understand the consequences if you should do so again, young lady. Lie back over my knee.”
With a moan she placed herself back over his lap. Since she was being so obedient, Grayson decided a short hand spanking would do to finish this part of the punishment. He brought his hand down on her upturned bottom hard and fast, concentrating most of his swats to the tender under curve and being sure each smack jolted the plug inside her. It took only a minute for her to begin begging forgiveness.
Grayson lifted her to her feet, then stood, bending her back over the chair, “You were forgiven before we even started, little fire. I’m just ensuring it’s a lesson that doesn’t need repeating. I will never tolerate your doing anything that puts your health and safety in jeopardy; it’s best you learn this well.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now hold yourself open again for me,” he instructed her firmly.
Isabella moved quickly to comply, holding her bottom open and giving a relieved sigh when the plug was pulled free from her bottom.
* * *
Izzy’s relief was short-lived when she felt the large head of Grayson’s shaft move to take the place of the plug; with a groan of dismay she buried her face in the seat of the chair. Her poor bottom was already so sore, but she knew she’d willfully disobeyed her mate and must accept the consequences of her actions.
Izzy relaxed her bottom and pushed back to help his entry. This act was total domination, a demonstration of his absolute authority over her. Though it wasn’t pleasant, she felt the dampness begin to trickle between her legs in response to his mastery. When his fingers began to dance across her clit, she spread her legs further apart and moaned in encouragement.
* * *
Grayson took her hard once he was fully seated; when he felt her body began to tighten and knew she was close to release, he stilled inside her and removed his fingers from her swollen little clit.
“No! Grayson, please!” Isabella whimpered in frustration.
He held still inside her until he was sure Isabella’s pending orgasm had receded, then started again, stroking a finger carefully along the edge of her clit as he pounded into her ass. As her body began to draw tight once more, Grayson stilled inside her.
“Oh no,” she cried.
“What happens to bad little girls, Isabella?” he asked her sternly.
“They get sp… spanked,” Isabella whispered hoarsely.
“What else happens to their naughty little bottoms?”
She shuddered in response to his question. “Please don’t make me say it.”
He delivered a sharp swat to each cheek before beginning to move resolutely within her once more, this time surrounding her clit with two fingers and moving them in time with his thrusts.
“What else, Isabella?”
“Their bottoms get taken hard,” she said with a little mewling sound as she once again neared release.
“Do naughty girls get to come, Isabella?” he asked her, stilling once more just as she was about to shoot into orbit and removing all stimulation.
“Nooooo!” she wailed.
“What kind of girls get to come, Isabella?”
“Good girls,” Isabella said miserably.
“That’s right. Only good girls get to come. Are you going to be my good girl from now on?” Grayson asked.
“Yes, sir!” she answered fervently.
Grayson smiled, then repositioned her body as he began to ride her with hard deep thrusts.
He was careful to keep her positioned so there was no possibility of clitoral stimulation. This was punishment and she would receive no further pleasure and would have the rest of the day to think about her behavior with a dose of sexual frustration added into the mix.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Grayson. Only you,” she said softly.
Grayson began to pound into her hard and fast,
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