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She shut the door of her bedroom behind her, shutting away the cares of the day, and looked at him. He was sat on the end of the bed looking down at his hands, turning something over and over in them.
“Strip down to your panties and come kneel in front of me, little one,” he says without looking up.
Surprised, she stands nervously at the door, one hand resting on the handle as if to provide herself an exit.
“I wasn't aware I had phrased that as a request, young lady,” he growls.
That growl, and the displeasure that it implies, is enough to break her from her trance. She starts to strip, moving towards the foot of the bed and the position in front of him. As she goes through the steps to the dance, she wonders what the tune is today.
She reaches the required point at the foot of the bed and gingerly kneels down, keeping her eyes on the floor as she does. She settles into her kneeling position and relaxes, taking a moment to compose herself and still her breathing.
They sit there in silence for a period. She barely dares breathe, so nervous is she.
After a time he puts a finger under her chin and raises her head.
“Look at me, little one,” he says.
She looks up into his face, taking in the contours and planes of it. She makes the mistake of looking into his eyes and finds herself falling into their depths.
“Put this on, young lady,” he says, handing her play collar to her.
She takes the buttery-smooth leather collar from his hands and runs its length through her own. She starts to buckle it around her neck, aware the entire time that by making her perform this basic action he has made her complicit in whatever comes after.
As she completes the process of buckling the collar around her neck, she feels a sense of calm come over her. All of her cares and nerves melt away as she subsumes herself fully into her submission. She tilts her head down to look at the floor again and crosses her hands behind her back, subtly presenting herself to him.
“So, young lady, what should we do with you?” he says calmly.
Well aware this is a rhetorical question, she keeps quiet.
“You were doing so well until just now, little one.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“So first some pain, and then perhaps some pleasure.”
He reaches towards her and hooks one finger into the ring at the front of her collar.
“Up,” he says quietly as he pulls upwards on the ring.
“Over my lap and present yourself, young lady.”
She stands gracefully before moving carefully to lay herself over his lap.
She feels his hand slide gently up her back, starting at the small and then trailing slowly up along her spine, tracing the muscles in her back and sliding across her satin skin. The stroke of his hand sends shivers of anticipation down her spine.
As the hand reaches her shoulders it runs gently across the blades and then up the base of her neck, running up the neck and into her hair.
She enjoys the sensation of him running his hand through her hair, a gentle moan escaping from her lips that turns to a gasp as his hand grips her hair harshly, dragging her head back and up by the roots.
“You didn’t think you were going to get off that easily, did you?” he says, chuckling.
His other hand roams across her panty-clad bottom, alternately stroking and gripping her flesh through the silky material.
“Lovely. Take them down, little one,” he growls.
With trepidation she reaches behind her and wriggles her panties down over the curve of her arse.
“Lovely,” he breathes. “So we begin.”
When the first blow lands it catches her by surprise, the force of it jolting her forward and causing her breath to catch in her throat. She makes a soft noise of protest.
“Did I say you could make any noise?” he growls, gripping her hair tighter.
He hits her again, this time on the other cheek, the noise of the slap reverberating through the room.
She squirms slightly, causing him to pull back on her hair again. She realises that this isn’t going to be pleasurable; this is a punishment spanking.
The blows continue, alternating cheeks, one after the other. Each slap leaves a deep burn in the cheeks of her arse. She starts to pant in time to the blows, trying to take the pain in and turn it into something else.
“You don’t think I’m going to let you get away with that, do you, little one?” he chuckles.
He stops spanking her rhythmically and starts to vary the timing between the slaps, no longer alternating cheeks, denying her the ability to anticipate when they will land. At the same time he keeps a firm hand in her hair, forcing her to arch her neck backwards.
The blows started out hard, sounding loudly in the quiet of the room, but with the change of rhythm they become brutal. Each one is a gunshot of noise, causing a reflexive jerk of her hips away from the blow.
As the toll of the blows begins to rise, she starts to cry. They start as a trickle but soon become a flood as the blows continue.
“That’s right, young lady. Let it out,” he says, stroking her ass cheeks with his hand, warm from spanking her.
His hand dips between her ass cheeks and pushes roughly between her lips.
“You’re remarkably wet for a punishment spanking, little one,” he remarks. “Five more, and I want you to count them and thank me after each one.”
Crack.
“One. Thank you, Sir,” she breathes.
“Louder, young lady.”
Crack.
“Two. Thank you, Sir.”
Crack. Crack.
“Three and four. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl. Last one.”
Crack.
“Five. Thank you, Sir.”
With the echoes of the final blow still resounding around the room, he takes the hand he has most recently used to punish her flesh and runs it gently over her reddened cheeks, stroking to provide a counterpoint to the brutality.
She relaxes into his touch, moaning gently with the pleasure of the contrast.
“You took the punishment well, little one,” he says, turning her head towards him so he can see her eyes. “Would you like a reward now, then?”
“Whatever you please, Sir,” she whispers.
“And we have a winner!” he chuckles. “Spread your legs.”
She shuffles as much as she can on his lap and spreads her legs as wide as she can whilst remaining stable, trusting in his grip on her to keep her safe.
Keeping his grip on her hair, his other hand strokes down the backs of her legs and then up the inside of her thighs, each touch setting her skin on fire. His fingers trail up her thighs to the crux, trailing over the lips of her pussy, teasing but never giving any real pleasure at this point.
She starts to mew quietly with the sensation as he takes his other hand, which was wrapped in her hair, and moves it down to the front of her throat.
He takes a firm grip and holds her head back by the throat. At this point he applies no pressure, merely holding her head back. With his grip secure, his other hand starts to delve between the slick lips of her cunt, teasing her inner lips with gentle strokes and tugs, all the while ignoring the centre of her need.
He continues in this vein for a few minutes, teasing and tweaking her cunt while denying her any real pleasure. He feels the tension in her body rising and starts to gently apply pressure to her throat.
She tenses as she feels him do this and then immediately arches as hard as she can as he forces two fingers into her cunt.
He starts to work them in and out slowly at first, slowly filling and emptying her cunt, ensuring that she is aware of his ownership of the orifice.
As she starts to react to his fingers, he begins both to increase the pressure on her neck and to increase the speed and violence with which he plunders her pussy.
The combination quickly causes her excitement to mount, but despite the pressure on her neck and the pistoning action of his fingers in her cunt, it’s not quite enough to bring her to the brink.
She lies there on his lap, mewling with frustration as the sensations build but refuse to peak.
“I’m guessing that right about now you’d really like to cum, little one?” he says. “Well, you’re in luck. Cum for me.”
With those words he takes the thumb on the hand in her cunt and, every time he fucks her with his fingers, the thumb rubs over her clit.
The added sensation is enough to tip her over the edge and she spasms against him as she cums.
After the shocks have passed, he picks her up and sits her on his knee, enfolding her in his arms with her head laid against his chest.
“That’s my girl.”