firefly-flashes:

“Over my knees,” he said.

“But I didn’t–”

His look tipped me off, even before he growled, “Now.”

When I stripped off my dress and draped myself over his lap, I could feel his hard cock straining through his pants against my hip. He spent a minute caressing the bared skin of my ass, between the thong and garters.

His first smack stung, but not enough for me to risk his displeasure by doing more than a little wiggle. He settled into a rhythm that kept my pussy wet, my body tense with anticipation, and my mind distracted.

“You said you trusted me.”

His voice wasn’t angry, but there was a warmth on his tone that warned me to watch my step.

“I do,” I insisted.

“Then don’t argue when I ask you to do something. Trust that I know what you need, whether it’s a spanking,” which he demonstrated with a sudden, painful smack of my already tender skin, “or a cuddle,” he added, stroking his hand over my curves, “or anything else.” He pushed the thing strap of my thong aside and plunged two fingers abruptly into my soaking pussy. I gasped and clung to him.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me that this isn’t exactly what you really needed tonight.”

“Yes,” I moaned, squirming against his hand. “Oh yes, yes….it is.”

I could hear the wolfish smile in his voice. “Just like I know you need to come for me now, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I said agreeably. “Please?”

“I know,” he said. “But not just yet, baby…”

Day 6: When desperation turns into anger

in-heart-and-soul:

“I don’t want to edge anymore. Don’t make me.”

“Do as you’re told.”

“No.”

I imagine he slaps my face and the sound echoes through the room. Tears well up, but I look back at him, angry, defiant.

Another slap to disorient me further. It nearly knocks me off my feet, and slightly breaks my resolve.

And then, before I can decide to obey, a hand in my hair, dragging me to a chair, dragging me over his lap, pushing my face into the floor. Hard, furious slaps.

The attack on my bottom makes me squirm, but I don’t scream until he shifts his focus to my thighs. The back of my legs, in between my legs, and his hand hurts more than I remember. It’s too much.

I blurt out an apology.

A plead.

He ignores it. If anything, he spanks harder still.

My screams turn into sobs. I give in. I give up.

And then, it’s over, and he is helping me up.

He hugs me tightly. I cry into his chest. His arms around me are safe. I no longer want to fight him.

His hand between my legs. “Look how wet you are, little slut. And you still don’t want to touch?”

His fingers on my clit feel good. I sink further into his touch. My fury melts away. “It’s only day six, little girl. You’ve got a long way to go.”

denied-and-begging:

“Okay, Princess. Let’s put these clips here so that you’re all nice and exposed and vulnerable. Awww, baby. You’re so red and swollen. Does that feel good when I rub your little clit like that? Do you want to cum? I know you do. I can see you clench. Don’t worry, though, I won’t let your silly urges ruin all this progress. That’s right, no cumming for you. I’ll keep edging your lovely sensitive cunt for a while longer and then I’ll let you suck my cock before we put you away. That’s right, whimper for me baby. Good girl.”