Deleted Member Posted December 6, 2020 Posted December 6, 2020 He had begun to realise how susceptible she was to his suggestions. How she had a needy twinkle on her eye every time they had a few stolen moment together. He had not yet moved beyond playfulness. He had allowed her to tease him, to arouse him to talk about her fantasies which were not fantasies, the things which turned her on which she knew should not. He loved to watch the red shameful look on her face as he commanded her gently 'tell me' and she would comply as she told him of secretly watching pornography and inserting objects into herself to get off as she did. It wasn't soft porn either. There was always a hint of *** in it. She told him she thought she could never really act that out, because although she craved to submit herself, she wanted to be adored. She wanted a sir or master who would cherish her. Who would teach her pleasure as well as take pleasure. Who would possess her with poetic verse scribed with fountain pen on her arse cheeks, but who would bring her tea afterwards and sit up all night listening and soothing and reading and writing with her. It was a complex notion. He was not sure he understood how he could do all the the things they both wanted and still provide her with her need to feel safe, understood, treasured. He had to admit, she always seemed to distract him from the complexity of it all as she seemed pleased to follow his command to show him the hairbrush she had used to penetrate her pussy. She looked down as he made her say the shameful words. And the lipstick she had pushed into her arse. His cock was hard and he felt the best thing to do was go with the moment for now. He told her he was disappointed that she had been so bad in his absence. He told her to remove all her clothes. She did not protest. He watched her. Commanding that she did not take her eyes from him. Her face burned as she removed each item She felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement. He could see it and his cock throbbed. Come to me, he commanded and bring me the items She did as she was told. He took them slowly before grabbing her firmly over his knee. She liked the feel of him holding her tightly, her sex exposed. His. You are my girl and all those things are just for me he told her. You are my bad girl. And my good girl. It seems we must start the teaching. He took the lipstick and wrote bad on one of her bum cheeks and good on the other. Then without warning he shoved the sealed lipstick roughly into her arse. My bad girl likes her arse filled he said. He took a picture and showed her. Thank you master. She knew what to say. And my good girl needs a spanking. And with that he took the hair brush and spanked her hard so she would not forget she was his good girl. It was not playful. She began to writhe and he held her firmer. She begged and pleaded for him to stop. Please. Please. Anything but this. He stopped. He pulled the lipstick quickly from her arse. She felt it's absence. Anything? He whispered....
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