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“Good girl. Take your dress off.”
I swallow hard, the words good girl sending a thrill through my body as I yank the lime-green and white polka-dot dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra, my red pumps and the plug still inside my ass.
When he pulls his belt out of its loops and places it on the kitchen counter, I shiver, imagining how the leather would feel leaving hot red marks across my rear end. The thought sends a rush of warmth to my pussy and my breath quickens.
“Crawl to me on your hands and knees.”
I fall onto my hands and knees, crawling in my bra and heels toward his long legs. When I am just in front of him, I finally look up.
“Do you know why you are in trouble?”
I nod. My pussy clenching tight, the butt plug feeling like it’s growing inside me.
“Apologize to me. You will be punished, but your apology will be a factor in how unpleasant it will be.”
Punishment.
I win either way.
I shift sitting back onto my heels and push my face onto his cock and balls. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Jack’s arms are crossed over his chest. I rub my face over his cock. Inhaling his masculine scent, I moan onto it. His cock is hard but I don’t dare ask for it right now. It’s a reward to be earned.
Clutching the back of his thighs, I lower my head, looking at the pristine polish on his black leather dress shoes.
A hand grips the back of my hair, and pulls me to my feet.
I land over the kitchen counter on my belly with a thud, my ears ringing, my ass jutting out, my toes barely on the ground. His fingers dig through my ass crack and he twists the plug. I yelp in surprise, my cheek pressed to the cold marble island. A whimper breaks free of my chest when he pries the plug out, pain and pleasure zapping through me.
A hard smack on my ass cheek makes me draw a sharp breath. He reaches over and grabs the belt, my skin flaming with anticipation, but I’m surprised when he slips the leather around my throat instead of it stinging against my ass.
He tugs it tight through the buckle, just enough so that I have to concentrate to breathe as the sound of him opening a kitchen drawer with a clatter has my skin on fire. I wince as something smooth glides over my ass.
“What’s that?” I twist my head, the thick leather making it hard to move, but I see Jack holding a plastic spoon with a long, thick handle, and a flat back.
The spoon lands on the side of my ass with a hard smack, answering my question.
It takes a moment for the burn to hit as he tugs the loose end of the belt. I hiss, taking in a desperate breath, trembling, my knees knocking together as the burn deepens and another smack lands on top.
Then another. Harder this time.
Adrenaline, desire and excitement swirl inside me as I wonder how much I can take.
Whack.
Whack.
Two more direct blows have me dancing in place and understanding sometimes the punishment might not be as fun as I’d thought. The belt tightens, drawing oxygen now a struggle, my eyes feel pressure building behind them.
“This is for being disrespectful this morning.”
I moan as the spoon smacks me again, forcing the words out in a strained whisper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back an orgasm. The pain twists into pleasure inside of me. Even as I want him to stop, I need him to keep going.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I repeat, the belt keeping my voice strained and choking.
“Good girl. I’m glad you are sorry.”
Five more smacks as I cry out, a gush of wetness dripping down my thighs, and just when I think he’ll never stop, he pushes the smooth handle of the spoon between my legs and strokes my aching pussy with it.
I push my hips back, eager for the friction.
He pulls it away, making me whine. “In case you are still unclear, little girl, your orgasms are mine.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Is it all mine?”
“Yes.”
“I call the shots over when you come, how hard you come.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then beg me.”
“Please...” I pant, struggling for air as I speak. “I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come...”
“Why did you act like a spoiled little girl in my office?” he demands.
“Because…” I gasp as he toys with my pussy, rubbing it with the spoon and taking it away, then giving my clit a slap with the flat end. Again, and again. Tormenting me.
“Because why? I’m waiting…”
I grit my teeth, my face twists in need. My answer is a shrill scream, driven by lust and frustration. “I want to be with you. I want the world to know you’re mine too.”
