punishment

Last night, I had a need. I had a desire. I wanted to be disciplined. I expressed this need to Gracie, over Twitter, as Amorphous made the journey over to my place. Apparently, I had done wrong broadcasting my desires like that.

Amorphous chose not to humiliate me, by making me beg for my punishment, before we could eat. He had said he would not speak to me until I begged for my punishment. I thought I would have to beg him before we ate, or suffer a silent dinner with him.

Instead, he pushed that aside and we enjoyed dinner together, but once back to the couch, I could see his demeaner change.

“You know you must be punished. What is it that you think you deserve?”

“A spanking,” I was so quiet in my response.

“I am not convinced that you really want that.”

I removed myself from the couch, took my shirt off and took my panties off and laid myself across his lap. “Are you convinced now?” I was playing with him.

Still he did not move and so, with head lowered, I whispered, “Please…. I want a spanking.”

Even before I could get the words out, his hand began spanking my ass. It felt so good. I know it is supposed to be punishment for me, but feeling his hands stinging my flesh gets me off. He makes his fingers slap my cunt lips as I get my spankings. I feel myself getting wet and I feel the heat of my flesh.

Amorphous stops long enough to reach for his belt and begins once more. This time he moves the belt to the back of my thighs. It didn’t feel so good anymore but I welcomed the stings. They weren’t as bad as the crop, but the belt did sting on the backs of my thighs.

Once he felt I had had enough, I felt his fingers dive in between my cunt lips. I felt him feel the wetness. I spead my legs out as best I could and he dove his fingers in. He filled me and moved his fingers around within me. He pumped my wet cunt and wiggled within. I felt molested.

But then he began to speak. He spoke to me of my wrong doings. Of broadcasting my desires for all to read. Of enticing men to respond and flirt with me. How he would now have to deal with them if they chose to step forward. All the while his fingers are pumping and moving within me.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed. “I’m sorry for broadcasting my desires.”

“Yes, you are.” He said. He made me follow him into the bedroom on my knees. Now naked before me he tells me that if I suck his cock off good, he promises to give me an orgasm.

Immediately my mouth is to his cock. I suck and lick and stroke. I want to give him pleasure. His moans build and I know he is happy.

“I love how my pet knows how to suck my cock.”

I just about melt when he says these words to me. I groan and take his cock deeper into my mouth. He stops me long enough to order me to lay on the bed, and we both have our orgasms together.

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 There are two moments from this evening that stick in my head the most. One is when he tells me how much he loves how “his pet” knows how to suck his cock and makes him feel good. I just love being called his pet.

The second is when I am still laid across his lap, my hands gripping his ankles, my ass red and warm from my beating and his fingers inside my cunt, molesting me and he tells me all of my wrong doings. I felt so vulnerable and yet so good. I just had to tell him how sorry I was over and over and over….