Baddbaddgirl
10-23-2008, 06:40 PM
Without a word, I slowly climb the stairs, hearing your quiet footsteps behind me. I step into the closet, ignoring the silent plea you make with your eyes. I face away from you and grin to myself, knowing I have you right where I want you.
I rummage through the boxes of packed winter-wear, pulling out an item here and there and placing it in a pile. I finally look up into your eyes, your sad little eyes, knowing they will be bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles.
“I told you I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no you didn’t” I tell you, one brow cocked and staring a challenge at you. “Then I’m sorry” you sigh.
You look like you might cry at any moment, your plump lips tightly creased. “Do you want me to forgive you?” I ask. “Yes please” you say softly, looking down at the floor.
“Do you still have a bed or are we doing this in the closet?” I ask. “I have a bed” you say and slowly lead the way.
I stand in the middle of your bedroom, my arms crossed, and boldly stare at you while telling you to take your clothes off. Your cock twitches, so hard it looks like it will explode from the pressure. I lick my lips and hand you a pair of locking black wrist restraints. “Put those on” I tell you.
I watch while you fumble with the buckles, finally stepping forward and pulling your arms behind your back, securing your wrists together. I laugh when you sit on the edge of the bed. “Stand up” I tell you , then push you over on your stomach so your beautiful ass is in my hands. You whimper while I knead the soft flesh in my palms and smile.
I pull back my arm and swing, smacking your ass hard and making you yelp. “Say your sorry” I tell you sweetly. “I’m sorry!” you say. I smack your ass over and over, switching cheeks and spacing my blows at random to throw you off. Each time I wait for you to offer apology before continuing to the next strike. I feel myself growing wetter. I have been wet thinking about doing this to you all day.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I taunt. “Yes please” you whimper. I pull you up by your arms and turn you over, pushing you roughly back on the bed. Pouncing on top of you, straddling you and slowly easing myself onto your cock. You moan, your eyes shut tight.
I sit motionless with you deep inside me and remind you, “You don’t do that anymore, you don’t make me feel bad”. “Yes Ma’am” you say, not meeting my stare. “When I tell you to get the fuck out of my house, you do so, without arguing” You look at me, your eyes full of tears and mouth in a sad, sexy pout.
I arch my back, reach my hand behind me and stroke your naked balls while grinding my warm, wet pussy against you. You moan beneath me but I am no longer paying any attention as I pick up the pace and cum hard, moaning myself.
You suck in a deep breath of air and beg to be allowed to cum, your eyes turning that beautiful shade of amber they do when you are angry or excited. “Yes” I say, “cum for me”. As if on cue, you piston your hips fast and hard, shoving your cock deep inside me. You scream “Im cumming!” and shake all over.
I know you will make me angry again. You know I will punish you for it. And somewhere in between we both will win.
I rummage through the boxes of packed winter-wear, pulling out an item here and there and placing it in a pile. I finally look up into your eyes, your sad little eyes, knowing they will be bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles.
“I told you I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no you didn’t” I tell you, one brow cocked and staring a challenge at you. “Then I’m sorry” you sigh.
You look like you might cry at any moment, your plump lips tightly creased. “Do you want me to forgive you?” I ask. “Yes please” you say softly, looking down at the floor.
“Do you still have a bed or are we doing this in the closet?” I ask. “I have a bed” you say and slowly lead the way.
I stand in the middle of your bedroom, my arms crossed, and boldly stare at you while telling you to take your clothes off. Your cock twitches, so hard it looks like it will explode from the pressure. I lick my lips and hand you a pair of locking black wrist restraints. “Put those on” I tell you.
I watch while you fumble with the buckles, finally stepping forward and pulling your arms behind your back, securing your wrists together. I laugh when you sit on the edge of the bed. “Stand up” I tell you , then push you over on your stomach so your beautiful ass is in my hands. You whimper while I knead the soft flesh in my palms and smile.
I pull back my arm and swing, smacking your ass hard and making you yelp. “Say your sorry” I tell you sweetly. “I’m sorry!” you say. I smack your ass over and over, switching cheeks and spacing my blows at random to throw you off. Each time I wait for you to offer apology before continuing to the next strike. I feel myself growing wetter. I have been wet thinking about doing this to you all day.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I taunt. “Yes please” you whimper. I pull you up by your arms and turn you over, pushing you roughly back on the bed. Pouncing on top of you, straddling you and slowly easing myself onto your cock. You moan, your eyes shut tight.
I sit motionless with you deep inside me and remind you, “You don’t do that anymore, you don’t make me feel bad”. “Yes Ma’am” you say, not meeting my stare. “When I tell you to get the fuck out of my house, you do so, without arguing” You look at me, your eyes full of tears and mouth in a sad, sexy pout.
I arch my back, reach my hand behind me and stroke your naked balls while grinding my warm, wet pussy against you. You moan beneath me but I am no longer paying any attention as I pick up the pace and cum hard, moaning myself.
You suck in a deep breath of air and beg to be allowed to cum, your eyes turning that beautiful shade of amber they do when you are angry or excited. “Yes” I say, “cum for me”. As if on cue, you piston your hips fast and hard, shoving your cock deep inside me. You scream “Im cumming!” and shake all over.
I know you will make me angry again. You know I will punish you for it. And somewhere in between we both will win.