Four each with the belt.
You'll take four. Because I said so. You don't need a reason. I want to whip you, so you'll be whipped.
Lie across the bed with your bare bottom up on a few pillows. That's right! Good girl. Are you ready? I'm going to count them out...
Quietly waiting in anticipation, snuggling yourself into the sheets, into the mattress, you can hear the clatter as I undo my belt and the whisk as I pull it from the straps at my waist.
Sometimes, it goes around my wrist, over and over, so that there's just a strap. But this time, it's just doubled over.
I asked if you were ready.
"Yes, sir."
A step back, arm up, aiming at my target, and DOWN.
One.
Two breaths and up again.
TWO
Which makes you move your hips silently into the pillows.
THREE
Not a sound from you, and it's giving the effect you want. I'm getting angry. So this one...
FOUR
Hurts. And you push down in to the pillows.
Stand up. Now.
Stinging at your rear, I give you a short, sweet hug and kiss, my hand resting on your bare bottom and feeling the heat from it before backing away.
I hand you the belt and unbutton my jeans, pulling them down below my cheeks, my erection pointing straight forward. Moving around the bed before positioning myself almost exactly where you were, my cock leaking precum on the pillows.
You'll give me four just like that. Count them, just like I did.
ONE
I liked it and push my bottom up for another.
TWO
"Yes, ma'am. More please."
THREE
My heart wants to stop. I push down into the pillows with my hips and hate the idea of another. Fuck, it hurts.
FOUR
It's killing me. Two more would have had me sobbing.
Standing, I pull up my pants, my erection pressing under my jeans.
Your turn.
"Thank you, sir"
Another kiss, this one is wetter and more passionate. I look you in the eye. Bend over.
Back in position, you take them beautifully, quietly whimpering. There's an orgasm and a fucking in the feminine calls in your throat.
Have you had enough, baby?
And from the muffled sound within the mattress, you say, "no, sir."
No, you haven't...
Lie across the bed with your bare bottom up on a few pillows. That's right! Good girl. Are you ready? I'm going to count them out...
Quietly waiting in anticipation, snuggling yourself into the sheets, into the mattress, you can hear the clatter as I undo my belt and the whisk as I pull it from the straps at my waist.
Sometimes, it goes around my wrist, over and over, so that there's just a strap. But this time, it's just doubled over.
I asked if you were ready.
"Yes, sir."
A step back, arm up, aiming at my target, and DOWN.
One.
Two breaths and up again.
TWO
Which makes you move your hips silently into the pillows.
THREE
Not a sound from you, and it's giving the effect you want. I'm getting angry. So this one...
FOUR
Hurts. And you push down in to the pillows.
Stand up. Now.
Stinging at your rear, I give you a short, sweet hug and kiss, my hand resting on your bare bottom and feeling the heat from it before backing away.
I hand you the belt and unbutton my jeans, pulling them down below my cheeks, my erection pointing straight forward. Moving around the bed before positioning myself almost exactly where you were, my cock leaking precum on the pillows.
You'll give me four just like that. Count them, just like I did.
ONE
I liked it and push my bottom up for another.
TWO
"Yes, ma'am. More please."
THREE
My heart wants to stop. I push down into the pillows with my hips and hate the idea of another. Fuck, it hurts.
FOUR
It's killing me. Two more would have had me sobbing.
Standing, I pull up my pants, my erection pressing under my jeans.
Your turn.
"Thank you, sir"
Another kiss, this one is wetter and more passionate. I look you in the eye. Bend over.
Back in position, you take them beautifully, quietly whimpering. There's an orgasm and a fucking in the feminine calls in your throat.
Have you had enough, baby?
And from the muffled sound within the mattress, you say, "no, sir."
No, you haven't...
11 years ago
