‘Now…tell me, how late were you?’
I’m still trying to breathe normally, but failed. ‘What the f….is he now saying?’ My breathing stops for a moment and I think to myself.
You kissed me, you are tightly holding my hair and pulling my hair back, exposing my throat. Your hand holds front of my throat feeling my pulse going up. I slowly open my eyes and look up, and my brain has stopped working, as usual. The same way that I turn off my brain when I am with you. So that I just follow what you tell me to do.
Remembering that you asked me a question, I try to remember what happened tonight. Yeah…..I was running late from work. I texted you that I would be. But did I really run late or did I arrive on time?
…I can’t remember. I was almost running, so I could’ve arrived on time?
You tug my hair stronger, as if telling me again to answer.
I must’ve looked so confused. Sir smiles, and tells me ‘three…Missy. You were late by three minutes’.
‘Sorry, Sir’. Half confused, I automatically answer, as I am trained by you.
‘So three, it is’. You say with evil grin. But your eyes are not smiling. Slightly narrowing your eyes. Just as you are saying – let the game start. My heart starts pumping.
I freeze. I know what Sir means, but what is it this time? I look up again, but you aren’t telling me what it means today. You have your mask on your face.
You slowly raise my dress so that you can feel me with your hands. You chuckle as you notice that I don’t have my panties on as you ordered me. You slowly move your hand which is touching me, and say ‘good girl’ with a dirty grin as you feel that I kept my private part smooth as you told me to.
My cheek flushes. I’m so wet. I’ve been wet from the time I left the office and when I was heading to the bar where you were waiting. Wet when we were having a casual chat about work and what happened today. Wet when we were having a dinner. Wet when we walked back to this room.
One…..two…….I notice that you swiftly pushed your fingers into me. It’s so wet that two fingers easily slip into me. It feels full for me. Your fingers inside me, and you occasionally teasing me spreading the fingers and closing them.
…..and then the third finger slips in, unexpectedly. You do not usually insert the third finger. Why today?
I moan. It’s tight. I can get used to pain but I can’t get used to sex or your fingers expanding and trying to play with me. You pushed in further as if you want to insert your whole hand into me and my knees start trembling. Your thumb circles around my clit pressing it sometimes strongly and sometimes so softly. Noticing that I am shaking, you push me further into the wall and hold me with your other arm so that I can relax into the wall. I give out a deep sigh. Losing myself in the pleasure given by you.
You keep moving fingers in and out. Swiftly and slowly. It’s tight and there is a pain but that pain is giving me pleasure. Just like I enjoy anything you give me. I can take anything you give me.
I bite my lips. I don’t want to scream. I know you want me to. Whether it’s pleasure or a pain.
You kiss me again. You are opening my lips and I can’t stop whimpering.
‘…Sir….may I?’ I am panting. My breath is so short. You are so close to me that I only have to whisper into your ears. My usually high soprano voice now sounds lower and I say each word, with deep breath out after every word. Only you can hear my words.
‘…Yes. You may. I order you to come like a good girl’
With that, I let myself come. The magical words from you. Words that allows me to release me.
This would have never happened a few months ago. Coming, let alone coming just by your fingers.
I easily come once. You don’t stop moving your fingers, I moan and grab your arms strongly to keep my self standing. Continuously I come. The second time. I can’t stand this pleasure anymore. Too much. I try to get away from you but of course, you don’t let me.
Your fingers increase speed moving in and out. Pressing my G spot, playing with my clit. Pulling and tugging my labia as you go in and out.
…and I easily came for the third time. My muscles spasm and grasp you fingers as if I don’t want to let you go.
I feel like want more fingers in, but you pull out the fingers. You slowly first go over my lips and then push your fingers into my mouth -all three- and I start licking your fingers.
Will you give me your cock, which I can feel is now very hard? I push my waist towards yours.
Sigh. I take a deep breath. No, you aren’t. So you have some other plans.
‘Three…’ you say approvingly. My cheek heats up again as I hear your words.
You take my arms and make me sit on a chair near the bed. My legs are trembling and I wobble walking. I would’ve dropped on the floor if you didn’t hold me. My eyes are waterly and I’m not looking where I am going.
You tell me to put my arms on the chair, with my head on the chair. I know exactly what you mean, I stand up in a speed I didn’t know I could still move at and stick my ass high in the air.
You bring your bag to the table next to the chair. You look at me. I look back at you, but I’m not sure what is coming.
You slowly take out your favourite (and my favourite) crop and a cane out of your bag, putting them on the table.
You hold the back of my head, strongly push my head into the chair, and move my dress up again so that it won’t cover my ass.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Still slightly confused but heightening my senses.
I hear you move to my back. Without any sound, your strong hand hits my back, once…twice… three times. With full force.
‘It’s only a warm up’ You say, putting your hand on my hot ass as if it will cool it down. But your hand is so hot from hitting me. Your soft teasing movement again heightens my sense of skin. Whether it is a pleasure or pain it’s going to be difficult to hold myself.
I don’t look up and keep my head down as I have been taught to do. I imagine how you may be looking at me.
I hear a sharp sound cutting air but you didn’t hit me and the expected pains don’t hit me. The moment I let out a big sigh, the crop hits my back three times. My skins are all sensitive from your warm up, spanking and these hit by the crop. I again bite my lips so hard I taste slight blood. If this is the second….
I can’t help crying. You don’t move. You are standing there, approvingly. I touch my back and ass with my hands. They are hot. I feel the welts and bruises left. I smile looking up at you. These bruises will last for few days….at least three days.
…and the third punishment… your bamboo cane hits my ass three times. Although it’s only three times and you’ve hit me quickly, this is too much. I scream and fall to the floor. I have my head on the chair but hide my face holding it with my hands. Thinking I should have been able to tolerate this. But drinks, your kiss, coming three times already…this was too much for me tonight.
…Now…. will you fuck me at least three times, tonight? Will you, and can you?
I look up at you, as if I am challenging you. I must have my lip smiling. I am looking at you with eyes full of tears but looking at you provocatively.
You look slightly surprised. You know what I want to say, don’t you?
You walk toward me and it’s so difficult but I push myself up kneeling in front of you. Now I can see you getting harder again and I extend my hand towards your trouser.
…fuck me three times….or more?
I smile.