The gentle growl of your engine lets me know it’s time, my heart racing in excitement. I start to strip, folding my clothes as I go and then kneeling by the door, aching inside thinking of what’s to come. You left me messages this morning, all over the house... Crotchless underwear, plug on my dressing table, clamps looped on the stairs, rope on the door handle, and beside the coffee machine a beautiful new leather tawse. I’ve spent all day touching it, smelling it, rubbing it against my skin... I adore the smell of new leather, it’s so intoxicating. My pussy tightens in anticipation as your key turns in the door.
Your feet are what I see first, reaching to unlace your boots as I always do then tugging on them gently to take them off. A little sigh of relief from you, then “thank you baby girl”. Your hand reaches under my chin to raise my face to yours, a gentle rub of your thumb across my lips as my eyes finally meet yours. “You’re welcome Daddy.” I can feel my juices on my thighs already. “Something smells good. Shall we eat?” I can’t hide my disappointment, I can’t hide anything from you. You chuckle, “patience my dear, it’s been a long day, I’m hungry.”
“Of course Sir.”
You frown at me, your eyes narrowing, knowing my use of Sir expressed my displeasure. “Wall.” I quickly rise and lean my hands against the wall, my ass back towards you with my legs spread. The sting of your palm against my ass hurts, and not in a good way. Your fingers forcing their way inside me cruelly and viciously catch me by surprise, fucking me hard and fast with carelessness. “Is this what you want slut?”, your mouth beside my ear as your other hand grabs my nipple and twists and yanks mercilessly making me cry out and beg you to stop, tears in my eyes at your anger. “No Daddy, please stop. This isn’t what I want at all.” Your hand rubs at the heat of your handprint on my rump, soothing it. “Let’s eat then.”
I glance down at my clothes on the floor, feeling very naked and very vulnerable all of a sudden. I know better than to ask, you would have told me if you wanted me dressed. You take my hand and lead me to the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the hook, you drape it around my neck. I’m glad of the covering. “So what delight do we have to eat this evening?” “I made thai red curry for you,” I reply as I hand you a beer. You leave it on the table and walk out. I hear you make your way upstairs, and wonder if I should follow. You haven’t done this before, but you didn’t tell me to, so I quickly dish up dinner, my hands clumsy as my brain tries to figure out where you’ve gone. You finally reappear as I’m putting your plate down.
“Inspection”. I turn to face you, my hands clasped behind my neck, legs spread wide, fear in my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” You reach around me, pulling on the bow of the apron to untie it. You pull it over my head, leaving me naked in front of you once again. Your mouth finds a nipple, licking and teasing, your teeth tugging and playing with it. My mind is racing, so unsure of what’s going on yet completely consumed by what you’re doing to me.
You move to the other one, your hand slipping between my legs and rubbing something against my clit and pussy. “Turn around baby girl,” and I comply immediately. Suddenly I feel something pushing against my ass, opening me up and filling me. The plug... It’s magically sucked in, firmly held in place achingly... You usually open me up gently, not this time. It’s been a while since you used my ass. “Now we can eat.”
I’m so stunned I can’t even reply. I grab my own plate and join you at the table. You make casual conversation about your day and watch me squirm in my seat, barely able to eat my own food. You ask about mine and I try to remember how it was, my mind drawing a blank about so much of it. You reach for my hand, press my palm against your lips and thank me for dinner. My heart finally starts to calm to a gentle thud. I’m forgiven. You stand and pull me up with you, pull me close against you, your arms circling around me, your body moving to the music playing, swaying gently with mine. I rest my head on your shoulder, your hands reaching to cup my ass and pull me closer to you, one gently soothing the heat, the other pushing at the plug between my cheeks reminding me of what’s to come...
(to be continued...)
