For this week’s #SatSpanks, I’m sharing more from my writing desk, and this time the darkness has turned to pet play…
He placed the laptop on the ground to his left, wanting to give her his full attention. The reading would just have to wait, whatever his reservations on the subject. The third strike was firm and he made sure he whacked her pussy this time. The sound of moisture as the paddle connected with her wet seam made him smile broadly. “Three, pet,” he declared, waiting on the appropriate response from her.
“Th-thank you, sir,” she replied. He could tell she’d made herself say the words, but still, she had said them. And that was a start.
“Master,” he corrected her as she wriggled past him. “From now on, you will refer to me as your master.”
He heard the gasp which escaped her lips, and the sound made him chuckle.
“Yes, m-master,” she sighed, her face burning an even deeper shade of crimson.
The game continued, his paddle making contact with his pet’s reddening ass another six times as she crawled past him. Each time he made sure he spanked the tail held beautifully in place by the dildo inside her, and each time he waited for the appropriate response. His cock grew harder every time she called him master, and by the time she came around for the tenth swat, his desire burned almost as hot as her bottom.
Aiming for the final time, Connor landed the swat and sighed with satisfaction as he watched her shuffle away as quickly as her hands and knees would allow. Her ass wriggled perfectly as she moved, sending the tail into humiliating swing past the punished orbs of her behind. He hoped she appreciated these little touches as much as he did, but based on the visible evidence of her arousal, he reckoned Molly did.
“Thank you, master,” she conceded as she passed the fireplace, and he stood from the chair, rearranging the hardness in his pants as she crawled back to him.
“Stop,” he ordered, and as she complied, his erection throbbed hungrily. “You made it, pet. Even if you did require a little instruction towards the end.”
There was a small sniff from the woman at his feet, but she didn’t raise her head or reply.
“Did you enjoy your exercise?” He asked, choosing to ignore the lack of response for the time being.
That made her face move, and she lifted her chin to look at him, her pale eyes burning with defiance. “No, master,” she replied, practically spitting out the final word. “I did not enjoy it.”
He chuckled at her darkly, raising his right hand slowly to the side of her face. She shrunk away, trying to dodge the contact, but his palm insisted, following her flesh until there was nowhere else for her to hide. “That’s a shame,” he told her with a sigh. “Because I did enjoy it, very much, and you will certainly be back here for more exercise soon.”
A small sob caught in her throat as his words resonated through her, but she didn’t counter him. Evidently the sting in her ass was reminding her what the consequences of that action would be.
“And now to the pleasure,” he murmured, intentionally shifting his tone to something more soft and sensual. Molly’s eyes darted to him, widening with her apparent need, yet still she didn’t speak. “Do you think you deserve your pleasure, pet?”