Part 3: Enter the House

[Si****]

Enter the House

He opened the door, ushered her in and locked the door behind them with a firm and deliberate action. She heard the lock slam home and had a moment of wondering exactly what was about to happen. Her heartbeat accelerated for a short while, before settling down as she reminded herself that it had all been fun so far and nothing had made her question her decisions, yet…
She excused herself to go to the bathroom and to gather her thoughts. She decided to remove the egg without telling him and wondered what other opportunities she might have to bring out the brat. She had every intention of holding out as long as possible, but knew very well that she could easily crumble and become his willing good girl. She wanted that so badly, but couldn’t and wouldn’t hide her brat foundations.
She checked herself in the mirror, stood up straight, and confidently walked out of the bathroom.
She heard a clink of glass in the kitchen and headed to see what he was doing. There was a glass of white wine on the worktop alongside a gin & tonic. As she approached, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him. He gave her a long passionate kiss and a sharp slap on her bum before releasing her and handing her the glass of wine. He took his G&T and walked to the living room, where he sat on the sofa. She decided to take a drink of the wine before joining him, it was delicious, she made a mental note to try not to drink too much of it!
She moved to the doorway of the living room and stood there, leaning against the door frame.
He patted the sofa next to him. She took another sip of the wine, walked to the coffee table and placed her drink down, before sitting in one of the armchairs. She saw the look of anger on his face and desperately tried to keep her smile hidden.
He reached for the remote control for the egg and stabbed at the button a couple of times. Obviously, she did not need to react, however, she slowly reached into her pocket and pulled out the egg, dangling it with a very smug look on her face. The fury that she was hoping for was there on his face now, she gave a very cheeky little giggle.
He calmly took another sip of his drink, stood up and placed it on the table. He walked, with purpose, towards her. He reached forward, put his hand around the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her up, so that she was standing in front of him. He let go of her hair, spun her round, placed his arm around her waist and pulled her, viciously, into his body. Her body slammed into his and she let out a gasp.
His hand moved from her waist to her throat, holding her tight against him. His other hand, slightly more gently, pushed against her stomach. He slowly moved his hand lower, making sure that the grip on her throat didn’t fade.
He gently glided over her pussy, she was starting to think that she knew what was coming, then he let go of her throat and grabbed hold of her skirt with both hands and ripped it to the floor. Before she had realised what had happened, his hand was back around her throat and his other hand had slapped her pussy. A noise came out of her mouth that she didn’t recognise, it must have been a combination of the gasp and the Mmmm of pleasure.
He continued to hold her tight, his hand moved back to her stomach and started moving downwards again. He slowly moved down, applying a little pressure to her clit, and resting his fingers at the entrance to her pussy.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” He quietly growled?
“I’m trying Sir”
Another swift slap to her pussy, but he left his hand there this time “you need to try harder!”
“I’m sorry Sir”
He slowly entered her pussy with two fingers, whilst keeping the pressure on her clit. Her knees almost buckled, but she managed to keep a small amount of composure despite the strange noise that involuntarily left her lips.
The grip around her throat was perfect, the fingers were feeling divine, she wouldn’t last much longer if he carries on like this.
“Please can I cum Sir?”
“No!” He immediately stopped what he was doing, let go of her throat, grabbed her hair and moved his lips close to hers. Despite his cruelty of denying her that orgasm, she was desperate to kiss him and she said so. She almost shouted it “dammit, kiss me already” she saw a beautiful glint in his eyes just before he buried his tongue into her mouth.
Her hands moved to his chest and started to try to unbutton his shirt. He slapped her naked bum with a very sharp slap! “Not yet!” he scolded.
Instead, he pushed her hands above her head and pulled off her top to reveal her perfect bare breasts. He immediately latched on to one of her nipples with his mouth, more violently than she expected, but it felt so so good!
He grabbed her hair again and kissed her deep and hard, before pulling her towards the sofa.
In one movement, he sat down and pulled her across his lap, her bum positioned perfectly for him to both view and strike.
“Your behaviour has been so poor today that I have lost count of the number of strikes that you deserve!”
“I’m sorry Sir, I’ll be better” she begged.
“Count them and if you take them well I will stop at 20. Too much wriggling and trying to stop me will result in 6 more for every transgression”
“Yes Sir”
She was determined to show him that she could take anything that he dished out. They started relatively softly and she counted them out with ease but she could feel that every strike was just that little bit harder than the last. After the ninth strike she had to take a breath before managing to say “Nine Sir” but she hadn’t wriggled or tried to avoid any yet. After number twelve, she couldn’t help herself and started to wriggle and tried to cover her bum. This immediately drew a quiet whisper in her ear…
“That’s six more” in a gravelly tone.
An involuntary whimper left her lips but at the same time, she knew that she deserved it and, in fact, wanted it, so so badly.
Every count from there on in took a little longer to leave her mouth and took a few more deep breaths. There were a few more little whimpers, but she got to 26 and let out a huge sigh of relief. She hadn’t meant to, she didn’t want to show that, but he stroked her hair, gave her a kiss on the top of her head
“You did very well little lady, I do love it when you are my good girl”
She melted a little bit more inside.
He stood her up and gently kissed her crimson bum cheeks. His hand was very warm so he could well imagine how her bum was feeling.
“Come on then, I want to watch you walk up the stairs to the bedroom” she did as she was told, he had successfully banished the brat and she didn’t care, she really didn’t know when the brat would return, she was his, entirely, without question. He knew it too. She didn’t, but if she had asked how he was feeling, he would not even of had any words to describe how he was feeling right now.
She managed to trot up the stairs, knowing that he would love that view. He was positioned perfectly behind her, and yes, the view was delightful!