He pushed me against the wall, hand pressed firmly between my shoulders. It was a hard push, and i fetched up, forehead smacking the plaster, as he began roughly inspecting his slut.
He’d already checked my front, pulling my tits from my black lace bra, hung out, exposed. Ripe and ready to be pinched, squeezed, mashed. And indeed they were mashed– right up against the fucking Wall. He’d checked out my pussy, rubbing his hand down to feel the freshly shaved triangle. Fingers searching for my clit, again. Sliding down my soaked slit, pushing roughly inside of me. He grunted, satisfied, then issues his next command. His voice is firm, no-nonsense.
I struggle sometimes, there in the darkness.
What does that mean? A simple word, really. One i use with great regularity. But just then, after cumming multiple times, after being roughly man-handled, rushing headlong into sub-space? I’m even incapable of speech.
His hand on my shoulder guides me, thrusts me hard against the cool white surface. My tits mash down against it, but i don’t really feel the cold. My shivers are reserved for what his hands are doing. He steps away…i hear the floor creak, then the absence of the feel of Him there.
I tense. Waiting.
His voice comes from the other side of me. How’d he do that?! I heard not a thing, not one sound. My silent, sneaky Dom. I relax. Ahhh. He’s looking at me.
His hand pulls the lace dress up. Up. Up over my round bottom. It rests against my waist, stretchy black lace, bare white ass exposed. Briefly, my mind flicks to that line in the new version of “California Girls”…”all that ass hangin’ out…” and i smile against the Wall. My mind works in crazy ways, and i know i will remember this part clearly.
I’m completely relaxed when the first blow falls.
i rise to my toes, a rather remarkable thing in 5 1/2 inch heels.
“What, you’re complaining already??” His voice is incredulous, and faintly amused.
“nononononono..” i babble. Yes. I did. Babble.
“hurts so good, so good thank you Sir!”
SMACK! SMACK SMACK!! Sharp, hard reports from the vicinity of my ass.
“Hmmm, you redden up nicely, slut.” His hand strokes my asscheek, a different warmth from what-the-fuck-ever he’s spanking me with.
“What is it?” He says.
I’m off in subspace again, but the transmission yanks me back.
“c’mon slut, what is it???” His tone is goading me.
“EEEK !!!! UM…leatherbeltleatherbelt!” a gasp, then quietly, face against the wall, “leather belt, Sir.”
“Good girl. So smart! You’re absolutely right. Leather Belt.”
And i receive a few more hard smacks as my reward.
*insert sound of crickets, chirping*
I wonder if he’s laying there on the bed watching my ass turn red. I wonder if he’s laying on the bed watching television. The sound on the box is just loud enough to mask his approach. You’d think i’d learn that by now.
Like…fucking-A OUCH!!! I’m en-pointe, a slutty ballerina. A quick flurry of blows, the same fucking spot again and again and again and omfg. Again.
I’m taking whistling breaths from between my teeth. This fucker is a stingy slap of owie. It’s not that big but it fucking hurt!
“What is it, slut?” He cooes in my ear. Yes, cooes. Soft, toying with me, teasing me, taunting me…a delicious, sumptuous tone.
“Silver cake thingy!” Yes! I knew i nailed that, even as his “very good, slut!” is accompanied by several more whacks of the silver cake server.
A shorter span of time, then i feel it. O. My. Fucking. Gawd. Dunno. Dunno. Dunno. And i know he’ll keep slapping my ass with it until i name the fucking thing. It was soooo owie. So So So owie.
“Wellllll ??” He drawls at me, in that infuriatingly calm voice.
“um” slap slap slap (rise in pitch) “umumum” slap slap
Finally i’m almost crawling up the wall to get away from the fucking tool, and i’m yelping, and i burst out with
“I DUNNO I DUNNO I DUNNO SIR!!”
“oh, okay,” He says. .. and puts the fucking thing away.
“By the way, nilla,” he says. He has a wonderful way of saying my name. I love it. Love it.
“yes Sir?” i’m still rather breathless. Okay, i’m gasping like a fish out of water. Not out of it enough to be spacey. No, i am fully in the moment, me and my aching ass.
“You’re right you know.”
“Your ass does get very red and bruises easily.”
He runs his hand up and around my abused posterior. Gawd, so nice, so good. His finger pokes at several of the bruises, making me moan just a bit…
And slides up my slit, and right up into my asshole….
..to be continued…