Punishment (Part Two)

For the first part of this post, see Punishment (Part One). 

All of  sudden, I'm tumbling off my knees and you've got me on the floor. It wasn't a far drop, but I wonder how I ended up there for a second, before you break into my reviere. 

"Go get your vibrator, slut." 

I scamper off to where I've hid them, and bring out my little box. "Which one, sir?" I hold up the box and you pick one. It's a new one, pink and more soft than hard. I've never actually used it in me yet. 

"Get down on your hands and knees." You command. I do, and you lean over, whispering again in my ear. "You like being like this, don't you? Hm?" 

"Yes, sir, I do." I answer, as you pinch a nipple, causing me to stumble over my answer. 

You turn on the vibrator, rubbing it around my clit and the rest of my pussy, causing me to slowly try to rotate my hips to get the best contact. You smack my ass, telling me to hold still. 

I'm dripping wet, at this point, and you gently push the vibrator inside of me. You tell me that it shouldn't fall, and I try to hold it in, and seem to be successful. You continue to talk to me, breathing in my ear what a dirty little slut I am, how you're proud of me for holding the vibrator inside me, how you can't wait to feel my mouth on your cock. 

You stand up, pulling my hair so my face is looking up at you, and with your other hand you pull your cock out of your pants. You tug a bit, and I know to get up on my knees and take you in my mouth. Between sucking on you, and the vibrating in my pussy, I know that a simple rubbing on my clit would be enough to set me off. I wait, eagerly playing with you with my mouth and using my hands to caress your balls and thighs. When you get close, I put a finger on my clit and begin to circle it, coming close myself. My moans set you off, and we come together. 

"That, my dear, is very good slut behavior." 

Punishment (Part One)

As I stood, nose pressed in the corner, I felt your warm breath by my ear. "Little girl, do we have to go over this again?" 

"No?" 

"No, what?" 

"No, sir?"

"Was that a question?"

"No, sir." 

"Better." 

Your hands are running up and down my clothed back, gently massaging my shoulders, light touches here and there, a hand through my hair and all of a sudden a hard smack on my ass. 

"Oh!" I gasp, as I'm lifted slightly up on my toes. 

I can hear you chuckle behind me, and know how much you're enjoying this. This is what I wanted too, though, and I'm enjoying it as well. I wonder, somewhere deep in my head, if I'm allowed to enjoy a punishment. Probably not. You start in with the conversation again. "So why have you asked me here tonight?" 

"I don't know." I mumble in what is an attempt at a cutesy voice. 

"I can't really hear you, darling, can you speak up a bit?" 

"I don't know." Louder, more confident, although the answer is still wrong.

"You don't know....You have no idea?" 

"No?"

"You didn't ask me to come here to spank you?" 

Well, in theory I did, but that doesn't mean I want to admit to it. I try to get by with just not directly answering this one.  You lean in closer. "I can't hear you again, little one." 

"I did." I whisper, clearly.

"You did what?"

"I asked you here to spank me." Oh how terribly mortifying this admission is! I wish I could shrivel up and disappear when I hear your little laugh again behind me. 

"Pull your pants down, then, dear." I comply, leaving them in a puddle by my feet. You tug, indicating you want me to step out of them, and I do. 

"Well, what are you waiting for then. Come here." I turn, to find you standing by my desk. "Move your chair to the center of the room." I follow instructions. "Now ask me to sit down, politely." 

"Will you please take a seat?" You sit down, looking at me, expectantly. I get more nervous. What am I doing? My first real over the knee spanking. You pat your knees. "Come over here." And all of a sudden, I'm over your lap, and you're rubbing my pantied bottom. How nice, I think. I thought this would be uncomfortable, but the last thing on my mind is my comfort, I'm so nervous. 

All of a sudden the rubbing stops and the awaited spanking begins. I am keeping as quiet as possible, scared somebody might hear, although I don't think my noises would be any louder than the sound of your hand connecting firmly with my ass. I start to feel it get redder and redder, and it starts to sting just a bit more, and you stop, and start rubbing again. 

"You're such a naughty little girl, you know? Asking me to come over here, to spank you, to give you what you deserve? This is what naughty girls get, isn't it? Naughty, slutty little girls, like you."

To be continued.