My show!

I'd been frustrated for days.

 

I lost my job recently so wasn't in the best mood most of the time.

 

"Are you going to load the dishwasher like you said you would?" He asked.

 

"Yeah, in a minute" I replied whilst doom scrolling on my phone. The kitchen was in devastation, I'd left it for days while in my depression pit.

 

I hear him sigh "look, you've had a rough few days but you can live like this. You'll feel better once you've cleaned the kitchen"

 

My temper spiked "I said I'd do it in a minute!" while glaring at him.

 

He stairs back at me his chest rising and falling but silence from him.

 

I turn back to my phone, continuing to aimlessly scroll untill I hear him striding towards me!

 

I turn quickly but not quick enough he grabs my wrist with one hand and snatches my phone with the other. His grip getting tighter as I struggle

"For fuck sake! Really!?" I screamed at him and try and pull away but to no avail.

He's strong, stood there like stone as I meekly pull. I get in close and bite down on his hand

 

"Ahh!" He yelps and throws me down

 

I fall flat on my arse, fury pulsing through me as I rise up.

 

He cuts me off as I get half way up, rugby tackling me flat on my back again.

 

I buck and thrash trying my best to get him off me.

 

He binds my wrists effortlessly with one hand and slams them down above my head.

 

"If it's a fight you're looking you've found one!" He seethes through gritted teeth.

 

I buck again managing to shift his weight enough to lift my knee up and knee him in the balls. It wasn't Kosher but needs must in these situations.

 

He rolls off me holding himself groaning as I scramble up. I go to shoot off but he quickly grabs my ankle tugging my own foot from underneath me. I fall hard and smack my chin on the carpet stunning me for a second.

 

He forces himself up and astride my legs. He palm slams down on my back holding me in place while his other hand pulls down my leggings.

 

How hand comes down hard on my bum, I think this is probably hardest he's ever hit me with his own hand.

 

"Stop it!" I struggle my voice cracking

 

He continues with hard and fast cracks over and over but not saying a word

 

"Please! Stop it now" I beg tears streaming down my face, I could always safe word if needed but I'm not "there" yet

 

CRACK

 

His hand rains down on my bum, I can feel that sheering heat from his hand and my arse.

 

Then one final time 

 

CRACK

 

I lay there my face burried in the carpet, carpet burns on my tear soaked cheek.

 

Then I feel his face on my bum cheek, his beard scratching my burning cheeks.

 

"AGH!" I scream

 

He bit me, he fucking bit me! Hard enough to break the skin too.

 

"I'm sorry!" I sob banging my hands on the carpet

 

"I'm sorry!" I repeat gasping for air as I go into hysterics

 

He wraps his fingers around my wrist carefully pulling me up then pulling me onto his lap. I sob into his chest.

 

"I'm sorry" I say again and really meaning it.

 

"I know" he coos "apology accepted. I know you've had a bad time of it recently but you can't live in filth and speak to me like that" 

 

He's right, I've been pissed off at the world for days over losing that stupid job that I didn't even like.

 

"I'm sorry for picking a fight" I say in the smallest voice in the world

 

"It's done my love, and now we move on" he says softly while stroking my back.

 

He always takes care of me.

What did we agree?

I came through the door, arms loaded with shopping bags. I love January sales!

I kick my door shut and set my bags down glad to get the pressure off my wrists.

He opens the kitchen door and I smile

"Hello my love" I greet him sweetly. He looks at the bags and then at me stoney faced.

"What did we agree?" He asks sharp.

Fuck sake

"I know but the sales were on and I saw all these nice clothes! I got you a few t shits too...do you want to see?" I ask hoping to distract him

"What did we agree?" He asks again, ugh okay that didn't work..

"I'm waiting" he says impatient he might aswell be tapping his foot.

Deflated I reply "that I wouldn't go out and spend money"

"And why did we agree this?"

"Because I wanted to get some money back into my savings..."

"Because you wanted to get some money in your savings" he repeats matter o fact

"Yes I did but I have no clothes" i argue beginning to think what the big deal is.

"Bullshit! You have clothes, infact you have a mound of clothes in the clean wash pile that you've forgotten about because you refuse to hang the washing up" he drawls sarcastically

He was right, I'm terrible for digging clothes out the wash basket 2 minutes before I'm out the door it's a bad habit I want to break...another for the list

"So...what now?" My voice uneven because I was asking a stupid question, I knew what happens next.

"Strip your bottoms and hands on the worktop" he commands in that "I'm done fucking around" tone

I lower my trousers slowly even a couple of seconds of putting this off is something.

"No warm up" he announced

"What!" I yelp. It's been freezing out and my skin is already so cold I'd only been in the house 5 minutes!

"Oh come on! This isn't even that bad! I thought of you too I bought us clothes not just.."

"Quiet!" He boomed, cutting me off "you are not talking your way out of this! We made an agreement, you asked me to help you save money and you knew the consequences if you did spend! You've actively gone against our agreement and now you will be punished!"

I simmer down but let a audible huff out I hate when he's right.

"And that little huff has upgraded you from a hand spanking to using something else! Maybe that will fix your damn attitude too! Now, hands on the worktop! He says in full Dom mode.

I do as I'm told, I sprawl my palms on the counter and try to relax.

"Good girl" he mumbles as he riffles through the kitchen draws "ah!" he exclaims as he obviously found his weapon of choice.

"You count and thank me, you'll get 15. If you break position we start again. Remember I've got all day.

"Yes Sir" I comply, he means it

I feel the touch of smooth wood on my bare bum as he makes circles goading me. I take a guess it's my thing wooden spatula I've had it for years and cooked that much with it the wood eventually thinned out.

I heard the small woosh in the air as I came down on my cold bum so sharp the air left my nose and my jaw went tight.

"1 thank you Sir" I managed breathless already.

I hear the sharp woosh and and then feel the crack on my bum again I tighten my jaw again I feel the burning coming fast on my cold skin, this is going to bruise.

"2 thank you Sir"

He carried on hitting and I carried on counting through gritted teeth, he changed it up swapping from cheek to cheek and occasionally my thigh, all of them strong hard strikes. At this point I was more worried about my spatula I'd had it for years and it helped me make many a nice meal...

"Last one baby, it's nearly over" he encourages

"15! Thank you Sir!" I exhale like I've been holding my breath the whole way through.

"Good girl" he smiles, satisfied with his work. He kneels down while I'm still positioned and kisses each of my cheeks then lightly taps with his hands. I hiss at him touching the after burn.

"You can move now" he says softly

I turn and look up at him sheepishly with tears in my eyes

"Come" he says and opens his arms I quickly embrace him needing him to hold me. "Why were you punished?" He asked

"Because I went back on our agreement Sir" I admitted

"And will you do so again?" He asks in warning.

"No Sir" I reply and I meant it....

This week anyways 😈

My brat trait has been life long, more so a personality than a trait if I'm honest. I've always been stubborn, prone to tantrums and have a temper.

Brats in the kink community can be a lot of fun, they can be silly, affectionate, cheeky and infectious! Brat lovers absolutely thrive of our banter and when the balance is dynamic is right, don't often get bored. But out there in the wild, in reality it's not often well received.

These traits have got me into A LOT of trouble over the years, I'm renown for pressing the "fuck it" button more often than not but I've also spent the best part of a year trying to change.

I've really worked on myself, tried to not let the little things rub me the wrong way, checked myself when I was wrong and tried to look on the flip side and think "why are you reacting this way and what do you need to look at"

I got sober almost a year ago and tried to follow a 12 step program to keep me sober. To those that arnt familiar (and without going into to much detail) it's about admitting your problem, finding your part in the problem, letting go of resentments, admitting your wrong doings, making amends and just finding peace and faith in yourself. (My understanding before I'm pulled up for it)

To do this you have to have someone take you through these steps and on the weekend after months of work my sponsor dropped me. She told me we couldn't carry on, that I was too traumatized and was unable to move on from a certain part of my past and that eventually I'd go back to drinking unless I sought out professional help (this wasn't her place to diagnose and was quite frankly a cop out from her)

I was *heart broken I trusted this person with some of my darkest secrets and wrong doings, opening boxes and wounds I'd buried years ago! And for what? To be abandoned? to be dropped? To be shot down just as I felt a shift in myself!

I wanted to give up, I instantly felt sorry for myself. "Fuck it off kid, you tried. What more can you do?"

"You might as well go to the pub"

Then that little brat inside me came back with such a vengeance!

"Don't you fucking dare!" I thought to myself "Don't you dare throw all of this away! Don't you dare roll over and be told some utter bullshit! You haven't drank for nearly a year and your letting someone get in your head like that? Don't you dare!"

And having that little brat inside me, saved me on this occasion. Having that stubborn bullheaded trait inside me, stopped me from making a very very big mistake.

And for that, I am a grateful brat!

"so, I got one of those meta quests for Christmas"

 

"Oh yeah" I say pretty uninterested, those things are more hype than there worth.

 

"Yeah, you can watch porn on them too" he says casually but I know him well enough to know it wasn't a casual comment.

 

I raised my eyebrow "what are you getting at?"

 

He chuckles "I thought I could use your pussy while watching a video, mixed reality and all that"

 

Part of me wanted to be offended why wouldn't he just be happy with me but I was also very curious, I wanted to make him happy, I wanted to be used as well.

 

"So how is this going to work?" I ask genuinely curious now

 

"I'll do the technical stuff to start off with, then we'll get you nice and wet"  he grins at me like a little boy. I couldn't resist, although it gives a new meaning to "boys and their toys" 

 

"Okay I'm game" I smile back at him.

 

"Yes! Right, take your PJs off!" 

 

He started kissing and nibbling my neck while also pinching and rolling my nipples with his hands, I reciprocated by digging my nails into his back which is one of his favorite things. His hands moved south firming gripping my curves along the way, eventually reaching my pussy which was already on the way to being soaked.

 

He switched between playing with my clit and finger fucking me while I slowly jerked his cock.

 

I huffed out "I'm ready" desperately needing his dick at this point.

 

"I'll set the VR up, suck my cock whilst I'm doing it"

 

I do so, switching up between deep throating and lightly running my tongue over his crown, lightly biting down with my teeth and massaging his balls too

 

"Yeah, just like that little one" he praises me

 

He taps my shoulder to signal he's ready.

 

"I can still see you for now, get on all fours"

 

I awkwardly get on all fours and shimmy up near his cock, he presses his crown against my wet cunt then rubs up and down on it making me moan.

 

I bend down and arch my back like the pornstar he's about to see, burying my head down while he pushes his cock slowly inside me.

 

After a little moan escapes silence fell between us, I glance pass my shoulder and see his hands moving through the air, air pressing whatever buttons he sees. Then I hear faint moaning coming from the headset, a grin comes across his face and he slowly starts to move.

 

I turned my head back and shuffle my arm down enough so I could reach my clit, I start to slowly circle it.

 

"Fuck me daddy" I hear coming from the headset and can't help but snort with laughter. 

 

WHACK

 

I feel his hand come down hard on my ass

 

"Ow!"

 

"Don't laugh, I'm trying to figure this out!" 

 

I stay silent still grinning I've always found production porn so silly but I suppose the choices were limited.

 

His pace quickens and his breathing picks up

 

"This is so fucking hot" he exclaims

 

It was actually, being used like this, being in his mixed reality fantasy, I played with my clit and tightened my muscles inside squeezing and milking his cock.

 

I was on the edge of cumming and he wasn't far away either, he kept a quick pace gripping my hips as he piled into me. I could hear the porn getting faster paced too most likely nearing the end of his video.

 

Sweat starting to bead on my back as I kept squeezing his dick, trying my best to make his augmented reality experience as real as possible.

 

I circled my clit a little more and squeezed one more time, letting my orgasm fill me. I slump down a little out of my own exhaustion while he still drilled into me.

 

Suddenly he dug his nails into my hips and let out what sounded like a war cry as he pumped his hot cum into me, he pulled out rolling on to the bed pulling the VR off his face blinking letting his eyes adjust to the light of reality.

 

I watch him for a moment and wait for him to come back down to earth, he turns and smiles at me

 

"That was fun"

 

Yes, yes it was! 

 

 

 

I was laid on the bed when he texted

"Are we taking the dog for a walk"

I saw my chance to bait him

"I was going to play with myself first, but sure we'll take the dog"

He replied with "👀👀" and I heard the floorboards creek upstairs. I was laid in my jeans and t shirt, I've lost weight recently so they were loose as it was. I placed my hand between my legs slowly circling my clit with my fingers.

The door made that awful creeking sound as he entered the room I made a mental note that it wasn't the only thing that needed lubing up.

He stands and watches me for a short moment. "I believe that's mine and I didn't say you could touch it"

I fire back with a smart grin "And I believe it was mine for 30 years before you took possession, I have grandfather rights"

He sighs "okay we've established you won't behave now"

He climbs on the bed removing my clothes quickly, his fingers inside my pussy. I hiss a little my pussy feeling tight. "Relax" he coos as his other hand tweeks my nipple. He moves his head down and takes the other in his mouth sucking it hard so it stands to attention, just enough to get that nice bite of pain as he draws it in.

He stops what he's doing and reaches down under the bed and brings out the "tingle lube" it's been a favourite of mine recently. He drips it down lubing my pussy, my ass and this his fingers.

He finger fuckers me a little longer as the lube starts to work it's magic, a cold yet mild tingle takes over and I start to wriggle into thrusts with his fingers.

"Play with your clit" he commands as his fingers start making their way down south.

He slips one finger into my ass, drawing it in and out, my breath hitched I could feel my orgasm building and quickly at that!

He stops again and I let out a loud frustrated sigh. I lift my head and see his sadistic sigh "and yet, I'm being nice to you"

He reaches into our toy box and pulls out my rabbit vibrator. "Lay on your back legs back. Use this on yourself, the highest setting"

I do as I'm told, inserting the rabbit into my very lubed up pussy and turn the highest setting off. I had to concentrate and breath as my sensitive clit get bombarded with the vibrations trying my best not to cum without his say so.

He rises on his knees and I see him lubing his cock up, I have to close my eyes because I was about to cum, the vibrations, the rabbit inside me, him playing with himself Infront of me it was all too much I could feel tears pricking at my eyes.

I lay with my eyes close and then I feel the crown of his cock nudge against my ass, rubbing it up and down.

"Please!" I cry out desperate to cum

"I'm begging you please" I try again as he carries on rubbing my ass up and down keeping me on the edge.

"Not yet" he mumbled as he lifts my ass onto his legs, positioning himself so he has access to me. He slowly puts the tip of his cock in my ass.

"Use the vibrator, in and out of your pussy! I want to see you fucking yourself while I fuck you too"

I do as I'm told, he slowly moves his hips upwards slowly but surely fucking me. Sweat beads down my nose and my body becomes so tightly wound.

"Do you want to come?" He asks as he carries on the slow torture

"Yes please!" I beg

"Tell me, how much do you want to cum?" He says laced with sarcasm

"More than anything! I'll do anything"

"Anything? Like what?"

For fuck sake is he really doing this!

"I'll suck your cock every day, every hour, every second if you want please just let me cum!" I plead knowing my bargaining was just stupid and I'll pay for it later but I didn't care the fog was too thick now.

"Alright" he says nonchalant "you can cum"

He picks up the pace with fucking my ass and I match his rhythm with the vibrator, my orgasm rips through me coming from my clit and my pussy and I cry that loud I swear the next street could hear me!

My hands shake as I remove the vibrator, giving him full movement. I'm in and out as he fucks me he comes in close and bites my neck as he cums in me, slowly drawing himself out.

He rolls to the side of me and pulls me into his chest. I lay there practically drooling thankful of the silent comfort he was giving me.

That was easily the best orgasm I'd ever had!

"lay on your belly little one" he says softly after stripping me bare.

I do as he says, tucking my pillow under my chin and crossing my ankles this is my usual sleeping position so I was already relaxed.

"Eyes closed" he whispers in my ear as he lays his body across my back his weight pressing me into the mattress.

"Are they closed?" He asks

"Hmm" I murmur being close to drifting off with his body laid on mine he was like a warm weighted blanket

He nips my ear sharply with his teeth and I yelp out with the shock

"Are they closed!?" His tone more biting but still playful

"Well, they arnt now!" I argue shoving my face back into my pillow pouting though he can't see

He chuckles "answer properly"

"Yes Sir, they are closed"

"Good girl" his weight leaves me and it made me feel instantly sad and cold.

I feel him leave the bed all together and hear the creek of the floor as he moves about the room.

He holds my ankle in place while he drags his thumb nail down the sole of my foot with his other hand. My foot jerks back in reflex but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Can you feel that?" He asks softly

"Yes Sir" I cross my ankles again. I feel him sit on the edge of the bed close to me, he pulls both my ankles towards him and rests them on his lap.

He holds them down with one palm of his hand and uses his thumb nail again dragging it down the sole of my foot, it's more sharp this time but not painful more like a deep tissue massage.

"Can you feel that?"

"Yes!" I chuckle "it's... Nice..."

I feel his hands move further up my legs, dragging his nails up and down. Harder and deeper each stroke. I start to squirm now with little moans falling from my mouth.

"I wasn't going for nice"

And then, he gets up!

I stay still and silent because I know better than to try and move or ask what's going on.

I hear the click of a cigarette lighter and slight panic enters my head! "Fuck he's going to burn me" I screamed internally but then I hear a searing noise and realized he's lit something.

The mattress dips with his weight again, he moves me across slightly then sits astride the bottom of my back

"Keep still little one"

A endless second goes by and then I feel the first hit of something hot hit my back and I hiss through my teeth with the shock and several other drops.

"Fuck! What's that! I scream then clamping my mouth shut again regretting my outburst

"Can you feel that? " he asks while laughing

"you think!" I drawl sarcastically (well I'd already let my mouth run, no going back now)

He laughs " it's just wax" he explains matter of fact continuing to drop it on me from a decent height.

"oh" I say As if I'd never heard the word before.

"does it hurt little one?" He asks in a sinister tone while watching me squirm

"it's just wax" I fire back mirroring his words from moment ago. I swear I could hear the shit splitting grin that I know came on his face

I hear the spark of the lighter again.

Fuck sake

The droplets become hotter and came down faster, he'd lit a second candle titling them at an angle where the wax melts quicker. He was using me as his own personal canvas

"Stay still" he warned "I want to make a pretty picture and I can't with you moving so much. If you continue to move then I'll pour wax on your ass, peel it , spank you hard and we'll start again. Would you like that?" He asks absolutely laced with sinister sarcasm.

"No, I wouldn't"

So I lay there, face in the pillow. Biting it occasionally when he got close with the candle and became his canvas. I could hear him spark other candles a few times whilst I laid there, only twitching occasionally.

His weight finally shifts.

"Well then, don't you look lovely! Rise up slowly then take a look at yourself in the full length mirror"

I do as he says being curious more than anything, I walk to the mirror turning my back towards it and find beautiful vibrant colours all over my back!

"Wow!"

"Do you like it?" He asks while lent against the door arc

"It looks so cool! Thank you!"

I noticed the baby oil in his hands.

He grins at me happy with his work "good, bathroom time now though! I need to oil you up to clean you up!"

On the weekend I broke my 70 day sober streak. I'm sober for several reasons mostly because I have no self control and end up binding which leads to crippling anxiety, shame and self loathing for several days/weeks after.

I drank 20 pints and was riddled with shame the next day!

I was complaining to a friend that if i was in a permanent dynamic I'd be so much better because I needed punishing for being an idiot! He agreed I needed spanking for this and said he'd help.

I was told to collect the wooden spoon (pet hate of mine to be spanked with but not a limit) and something to write the "bad girl" tattoos with, I elected for black eyeliner.

"I want you to write "bad" on your right breast and "girl" on the left"

"Yes Sir"

"Then "sorry" on your right thigh and "daddy" on the left"

"Yes Sir"

"You are to kneel and say "I'm sorry I've been bad daddy and here is my penance"

I do so immediately.

"Good"

"We'll start with your pussy, 20 spanks on each lip. You will count and say "I'm sorry I was bad daddy"

"Yes Sir"

"After that, we'll repeat the same on your breasts, 20 each breast and 20 on each ass cheek but this will be done by hand. I think this is a reasonable warm up"

"Warm up!" I squeak!

"You have to pay for those 20 pints and one multiple of 20 isn't enough, don't you agree?" His voice was stern enough I knew not to try and play or complain.

"Yes Sir" I answer quickly, he was right I needed this punishment, I needed to learn.

I laid and took the first hit on my pussy lip, jumping from the first shock and started to count "I'm sorry I was bad daddy, one"

This carried on.

whack

whack

whack

Finally the last hit came.

"Good, now the other lip"

And we start again, the burn started to set in by this point along with my regret of my binge.

whack

whack

whack

The final one hit my pussy lip! "I'm sorry I've been bad daddy, 20!" I was thankful for the slight breather I got before he started on my thigh with the spoon.

At this point I was really starting to wimper, my voice had gone gravely as I kept counting each hit, squirming and counting as quick as I could without stuttering in fear of starting the count again.

My thigh section was complete and he swiftly moved on the my breasts and ass by hand, I kept my count but I was exhausted by now.

"Good" he said pleased with his handy work.

"Now that we've warmed up the areas, they are going to get 10 spanks for each pint. That's 200, so 100 each side. 100 each breast, 100 each cheek, 100 each thigh, 100 each pussy lip"

I can easily say my eyes fell out my head when he said this!

My punishment was carried out with gusto and towards the end I was on the brink of tears!

My skin skipped the red stage and went straight to bruising, fetching veins out all along the impact sites especially my boobs.

"Thank you for punishing me daddy"

He winked at me, "welcome to day one"

I fell asleep quickly but waking up several time with skin burns, I was okay with it.
Tags: Spanking,Punishment,Funishment(add)
May 23, 2022

First time I was spanked by an older man

This memory is still as fresh as if it was yesterday... It's never left me and I truly believe it's made a major impact on my sex life, alot like the fight/fucking scene in Mr and Mrs Smith I remember seeing the roughness and passion sparked something inside me even at the tender age of 13 maybe...

 

This particular guy I saw in the pub on a regular basis. Irish fella, beautiful blue eyes and a smile that made me squirm! I often thought he had a look of Gerard butler about him. I was still young at the time, 18 maybe 19 and had zero idea what I was doing when it came to men or sex but one thing I did Know was that the air crackled between us when we were near each other! We'd do our little dance, flirted...secret touches... Glances and winks across a room.

 

With me being so young I was still with my parents and didn't dare stay out for the night so everytime he offered for me to go back to his flat I declined. An opportunity came when I was house sitting for friends all that week so I had a place to go...so I did my usual routine I went to the pub and he was there smiling as I came to say hello...I got on with my night having a few drinks with friends, passing by to flirt with and tease him... whispering flith in his ear...he knew it was going to be the night he could finally have me.

 

Once I took him back to my friend's house my tipsy cocky attitude soon vanished, i nervously scurried to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Turning my back to the sink I find him lent against the door ark smiling at me..."would you like a drink?" I offer just to break the silence. He shakes his head then takes a few steps to where I was, caging me between him and the kitchen worktop...he slowly bends towards my lips kissing me ever so softly...his tongue slowly exploring mouth and me trying to do the same (I think I'd only ever kissed a few people at this point only 2 of them actually been men)

 

Suddenly he lifts me onto the kitchen counter kissing me more deeply and rougher, a small burst of confidence came when I wrapped my legs round his waist pulling him into me...feeling how big and hard he was for the first time...he then lifts me completely off the worktop and pulls away from my mouth for a second "bed time I think" with a wolfish grin....I replied by rubbing my nose on the end of his up and down in a silence response grinning from ear to ear. He carried me up the stairs with me still wrapped round his waist (I realised then how much strong men turned me on) once we got into the bedroom we began to undress one another, my hands shaking with nerves "shhh, calm down" he says soothing me, he then lays me on the bed taking my nipple in his mouth while slipping a single finger inside me I whimper embarrassed to make noise at the time "your so wet and warm!" He declared while slipping the second finger inside me making me fully moan that time "that's my girl...that's my girl" he praised the more I relaxed and got excited.

 

"Tell me what do you like?" He asked while still exploring my body I was hazy with all the sensation going on I simply said "being spanked" he stilled for a second smiling down at me "do you now?" With a smug all knowing grin that made my face go red. He pulls me up slowly and says "come here then" I awkwardly bend over on all fours expecting him to strike me that way but all I got was a loud laugh at my innocence and inexperience "no silly girl" he says while shaking his head and tsking. He then pulls me towards him and positions me over his knee. "Your only the second women I've ever been with that liked this" and then CRACK! his hand came down hard and fast which shocked me but sent pleasure bolting through me making a moan escape.

 

He rubbed my bum better and repeated the act again but in a difference spot getting closer to my sex each time I'm writhing by now crying out at the pain and moaning at the pleasure when be rubbed me better it was everything I fantasized about I'd never been so turned on, he abruptly stops my spanking to my dismay to sink his fingers into my pussy "your soaked! You really do like that don't you? You naughty girl! I can't wait any longer I need to be inside you!" He moved me so he could be on top of me pinning my hands above my head "you've teased me for months so I'm going to savour you nice and slow and your going to take it all arnt you?" Yes I am was all I replied while he fucked me slowly all night

The complexity of a D/s relationship is limitless and never textbook, what one Dom would consider very disrespectful and none submissive behaviour another would laugh and just consider it cheekiness.

 

My personal relationship with my Dom is very relaxed and playful, he fully admits he enjoys my bratiness. We laugh together a lot, I'm not shy to voice my opinion or challenge his authority at all it usually followed by some sarcastic comment as soon as he's asked me to do something.

 

My favourite is to ask him to "say please" to me when he tells me to do something which is usually met with "get on with it!" In a sharper tone, i usually fall back with laughter because I never get tired of my Sirs face! 

 

Some brats seek physical punishment as a reward for their bratty behaviour, that smile on the old man's face does me just fine! :) 

Funny what you enjoy as a sub, the little things I mean. For example I REALLY enjoy pushing my luck and making my Sir laugh just as I'm about to get into trouble. I believe a good sub should have their Dom wrapped round their little finger to an extent ofcorse. 

I personally believe it to be a slight shift in power I mean by rights I should be getting a smacked backside for being cheeky yet I'm rewarded with a smile and laughter! 

As narcissitc as this sound I'm pretty charming as a person so bending people to my will in my vanilla life is easy but with a Dom it's a new challenge, a new game and a new way to blur the lines. Am I going to get a smack for being cheeky? Who knows but it's damn fun to find out ;)