My show!

I'm so sorry for going on about this but I wrote it under a pen name because nobody in my vanilla life knows I'm into kink or about my Sir. So this is the only place I can be proud! 🙈

 

But my tiny little insignificant collection of short stories had just cracked the top #100 rank on Amazon kindle BDSM category after going live 4 days ago! 😭

 

I can't put into words how amazing this feels, I legit thought i would publish it, read it myself for my own satisfaction of seeing my words in print then it would digitally gather dust but no! People are actually downloading it! 😭😭

 

Ah guys, I'm so happy! ❤️

Today I self publish my book!

 

I'd been writing short erotica stories about mine and my Sirs dynamic and mostly posting them here because I enjoyed it.

 

My Sir and quite a few people told me I was good enough to publish but I didn't have the confidence...till today! 💥🥳

 

I've ALWAYS wanted to write a book from being a teen and I've finally done it! 

 

So so proud of myself!

 

Thank you everyone that's ever left me nice feed back it was much appreciated and gave me small bits of confidence I needed to build to this day!

We have a routine, Sir and I, when we aren’t together.

 

We FaceTime over breakfast and at night before bed. Most of the time, it’s the vanilla couple-y stuff: check-ins, small talk about our separate days, the usual flirting and banter.

 

But most importantly, we stay intimate from a distance.

 

I love it when he flirts with me. His teasing nature makes me want to jump on him and attack him with playful love taps and kisses. Unfortunately, when we aren’t together, I have to make a mental note to save it for later — so I can ambush him when he least expects it.

 

We started our nightly FaceTime as usual, chatting about our day. I was in my trusty scruffs — an old NFL jersey and cycling shorts I use as pajamas — half-listening as he ranted about his back hurting after trimming his hedges.

 

My phone was propped up so I could snuggle into my pillow and pretend it was him beside me. My eyes were getting heavy as I listened to his soft voice.

 

“Am I boring you, little one?” he asked.

 

“Yep,” I fired back sleepily.

 

His eyes narrowed in mock offense, though I caught the twitch of his lip.

 

“Well, if I’m boring you, I suppose I can’t keep your attention long enough for you to cum for me then, can I, pudding?” he drawled sarcastically.

 

“Nah, probably not.” I teased back.

 

His lips pressed into a thin line — trying not to smirk.

 

“Okay. You don’t have to cum for me if you don’t want to, fuck pet…” he trailed off.

“But you do have to edge. Strip. Now.”

 

Fuck.

 

“How long for?” I whined.

 

“Until I say. Strip.” His voice was firmer this time.

 

I sighed, defeated, my teasing backfiring. “Yes, Sir.”

 

I propped the camera further away so he had a full view, rose to my knees, and slowly pulled my top off.

 

My heavy tits fell with a dull slap against my skin. He grinned instantly — such a teenager when it came to seeing my boobs — and I couldn’t help grinning back.

 

“Touch your tits, little one. Like I would.”

 

I pawed at them — rough, then gentle. Pinching my nipples to the point of pain the way he would. I winced, then let out a small moan.

 

“That’s my good girl. Just like that,” he praised.

 

“Thank you, Sir,” I breathed, letting my teasing turn into the slow, torturous touch he liked. My nipples hardened, my clit beginning to throb.

 

“Your cheeks are going pink,” Sir chuckled.

 

My telltale sign. He always calls me his rosy-cheeked beauty.

 

“What do you expect?” I shot back. “You’re touching me.”

 

He always says since he owns me, when I touch myself at his command, it’s really his hands doing the touching. Usually I roll my eyes at that, but I always comply.

 

“Trail your fingers up and down your tummy, pudding. I want to see you squirm.”

 

My lips twitched. “As you wish, Sir.”

 

I slowly traced my stomach, lingering along my V-lines, which always make me squirm and giggle.

 

“Now scratch the inside of your thighs, little love.”

 

I dragged my nails hard into my thighs. A moan slipped out.

 

“That’s my beautiful fuck pet.”

 

I glanced at the screen — he was palming his cock, eyes heavy, desire etched across his handsome face.

 

“Are you wet, little one?”

 

“A little,” I smirked, trying to play it cool.

 

He laughed. “Oh? Not enough for the vibe?” That devious grin spread across his face.

 

“I mean… we could try it, I suppose,” I grinned back.

 

“Go on, girl. Fetch your vibe.”

 

I bounced with excitement and grabbed my old faithful pink rabbit. I’ve had plenty of fancy toys, but this one was always consistent and loyal.

 

“Can I get comfy, Sir?” I asked.

 

“I don’t know, can you?” he drawled.

 

Sarky fucker.

 

I rolled my eyes. “Ha ha. May I get comfy, Sir?”

 

His voice cracked as he lost it at his own joke. “Yes, you may.”

 

I piled pillows behind me and made sure the camera showed everything.

 

I swiped the head of the vibe up and down my cunt, slicking it with my wetness before lining it up. I looked to the screen, waiting for his word.

 

“Fuck yourself, pudding. Just like I would.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

I pushed it in and flicked it on — low and slow. Teasing myself the way he would. My breath picked up instantly.

 

“Thank you for fucking me, Sir,” I stuttered, the vibrations hitting hard even on low.

 

“Good girl. That’s it, in and out. Play with your tits too.”

 

I groaned, pawing at my breasts, pinching nipples, kneading flesh. Sweat misted my skin.

 

I glanced at the screen — my favorite cock in the world, thick and steely, as Sir stroked himself.

 

“Turn it up a level, little one. I want to see you squirm.”

 

“Of course, Sir.”

 

I clicked the button and tensed, the stronger vibrations rattling through my clit.

 

My legs quivered, my breath came ragged.

 

“Ah, fuck!” I moaned.

 

I heard him grunt, his breathing ragged too. Neither of us were going to last long.

 

“Please, Sir…” I begged.

 

“Please, what, fuck pet?”

 

“Please let me cum,” I whimpered.

 

His grin spread wide, wicked. “I thought you were too tired to cum?”

 

“Well I’m not now!” I argued desperately.

 

He changed tack, prolonging my torture. “Remember, pudding… how good it feels when I’m inside you?”

 

“Y-yes, Sir, so good, so fucking good!” My voice broke with need.

 

“And my tongue teasing that responsive little clit of yours… you always go off like a rocket when I lick you there…”

 

“Please, Sir! Please, I’ll do anything! Just let me cum!” I begged, screaming now as the vibrations overwhelmed me.

 

“You’re going to suck my cock for as long as I say, aren’t you, my cute little beggar?” His voice was thick with lust.

 

“Yes, Sir! Of course, anything you want — just please let me cum!”

 

He finally relented. “Cum now.”

 

My pussy clamped hard around the vibe and I exploded, hips bucking, moans spilling uncontrolled.

 

Through the speaker I heard his own climax — primal groans that always make me dizzy with pride and love.

 

Silence fell, broken only by our heavy breathing.

 

I steadied mine, wiping sweat from my face before grabbing my phone again and settling back down.

 

He looked at me with love in his eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

 

I smiled, small and content. This was the part I hated — the lack of proper aftercare.

 

“What do you need, my love?” he asked softly.

 

Sleep was already dragging at my eyelids.

 

“Stay with me till I fall asleep?” I whispered.

 

“Of course, sweet thing. Get comfortable. Would you like me to re

ad to you?”

 

“Please, Sir.”

 

He picked up his Kindle, loaded one of my favorite books, and began to read.

 

His soft voice carried me into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Sir and I had been exploring puppy play a bit more recently.

 

Not something I ever thought I’d enjoy, but we’re both a little silly in personality, so it fits us well. He’d just finished up the last of his work for the day and looked a little stressed, so I put on my puppy collar and got into character.

 

He was in the kitchen at the time, doomscrolling on his iPad. I watched him for a second — his brow still furrowed with stress. I got on my knees without him noticing and announced myself.

 

“Yap!” I barked cheerfully, wiggling my bum in faux tail-wagging style.

 

He turned at the sound, and his face immediately lit up with a grin.

 

“Hello, puppy!” Sir beamed.

 

“Yap yap!” I barked again, flattening my tongue as I began to pant playfully.

 

I crawled over to him on my hands and knees, stopping at his legs. Looking up at him, I nudged at his crotch with my nose, still smiling and wagging my imaginary tail.

 

Sir laughed and ruffled my hair. “Who’s a good girl?” he asked in that exaggerated puppy voice that all dog lovers have.

 

“Yap! I am,” I squeaked happily, nudging his crotch again. I started rubbing my nose up and down the growing bulge in his trousers.

 

Sir chuckled. “Does my puppy want something?” he asked sarcastically.

 

I simply grinned up at him, devilish and eager, and gave his cock another nudge.

 

“Ahh,” he said with a knowing look.

 

He lifted his leg between my parted knees. “Is my puppy feeling randy?” he asked smugly, rubbing his thigh gently against me.

 

I humped his leg eagerly. That’s what I loved about us — I felt comfortable enough, even after a fight, to be silly, playful, or needy. I did it because it made Sir happy… and, well, the friction helped too.

 

Sir laughed, pulling his leg away and grabbing my lead from its hook. I rose onto my knees and batted at the air like I was giving paw, bouncing with excitement as he stepped closer.

 

“Down, girl!” he scolded playfully while clipping the lead to my collar. He turned and walked toward the living room, giving the lead a tug to beckon me. I followed on hands and knees, not that I had much choice.

 

He sat on the settee, spread his legs, and tugged again. “Come sit right here, girl,” he said in an unusually pleasant tone — suspiciously pleasant. I wondered what he had planned.

 

“Now,” he began, “shall I be a kind master today? Have you been a good puppy?”

 

“Yap yap yap!” I barked, bouncing up at him eagerly.

 

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

 

He paused, thinking — deliberately making me wait, wonder, squirm.

 

“Go on, girl. Fetch the dildo!”

 

I barked in delight and scurried off to the bedroom on hands and knees. I stood up briefly to paw through my bag, found my dildo, and clamped it between my teeth before crawling back.

 

Sir was waiting, already palming himself through his trousers.

 

“Good girl,” he praised, taking the toy from my mouth.

 

I barked again happily. This whole game was ridiculous and freeing — pretending to be a pup meant simple joys, fewer thoughts, and more fun.

 

Sir held up the suction cup end of the dildo in front of me, grinning smugly. “Lick it, girl.”

 

I tried not to laugh and gave the suction cup a big, wet lick with my flattened tongue.

 

“Good girl,” he said, sticking it firmly to the floor.

 

“Stand up. Spread your legs.”

 

I obeyed eagerly, already dripping with anticipation.

 

Sir dropped to his knees behind me. His fingers slid into me easily — no resistance, no need for lube. With others I always needed it, but not with him. Just the touch of his hand relaxed me.

 

He spread my folds and found my clit in seconds. He paused to look, admiring his property, before diving in with his tongue. Strong, slow strokes — just how I liked it.

 

I placed a hand on the back of his neck, gently massaging as he licked me. My eyes fluttered shut. I let myself enjoy it, let the world melt away.

 

Minutes passed. Moans escaped me in short gasps as my orgasm built steadily. He knew when I was close — I always got a little more aggressive, fingers digging in.

 

Sir stopped instantly.

 

I groaned in frustration and looked down at him, my face twisting with exasperation. He snorted.

 

“You know better than that, puppy,” he teased.

 

“Fucking tease,” I muttered under my breath.

 

Smack! His hand landed sharply on the back of my thighs, making me yelp.

 

“Did you say something, pup?” he asked, all innocence.

 

I whimpered, resisting the urge to rub my stinging skin.

 

“Thought not.”

 

“Down on your knees. Lips on the head of your dildo.”

 

I knelt and bent forward until my lips pressed softly against the tip of the toy.

 

“Suck it, girl. As far down as you can.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

I opened wide, guiding the toy between my lips. My jaw stretched as I took it in, edging it down my throat until I gagged slightly.

 

“Hold it.”

 

I held it as long as I could, swallowing in between breaths, trying not to choke.

 

Sir chuckled. “Drop it.”

 

I released the toy and pulled back, coughing slightly, my eyes watering.

 

“Good girl. Now sit on it.”

 

“Of course, Sir.”

 

I lowered myself onto the thick toy slowly. It always stung a little — silicone was different from flesh — but I welcomed the stretch.

 

“That’s my good girl,” Sir said, standing up and unzipping his trousers. He presented his thick, hard cock.

 

“Bounce on your toy and show me how good you can deep throat.”

 

“As you wish, Sir.”

 

I opened my mouth, tongue flat in invitation. He filled it quickly, his cock twitching as I rolled my tongue against the sensitive underside.

 

He fisted my hair, guiding my rhythm as I bounced on the toy, taking him deeper.

 

“What do you say, fuck pet?” he growled.

 

“Thank you for fucking my mouth, Sir,” I mumbled around him.

 

He moaned. “That’s my good girl. That’s my good puppy.”

 

“Can I play with my clit, please, Sir?” I managed to plead around his cock. We’d done this enough — he could understand my garbled pleas.

 

“You may, my good puppy.”

 

I reached down, rubbing my clit in quick circles. Our pace grew frenzied, breathless. We were both close.

 

My orgasm built fast and tight. I barely remembered to ask. “Can I cum, please, Sir?!”

 

“Yes,” he groaned, close himself.

 

He shoved my head down harder as I came, the vibrations from my moaning tipping him over the edge. He came hard, spurting down my throat with a primal groan.

 

We stayed still for a moment. Then he released my hair, and I looked up at him — my mouth wet, my eyes watery.

 

He cupped my face gently and smiled the way he always did after, full of affection.

 

“That’s my good puppy.

Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Then we’ll snuggle on the settee with a film. Sound good?”

 

“Yap!” I barked, grinning, and kissed his belly.

 

Being a neurodiverse adult can just be fucking hard man!

 

It's more finding a partner that's patience that's the hard part.

 

When you have ADHD so many extra factors come into just simply having sex.

 

For example, myself personally can either become very overwhelmed very quickly and just can't perform the way I want to and even worse perform the way I know I can or I'll just be on the brink of orgasm and a silly thought will just pop in my head and all of a sudden I've dropped back down.

 

Speaking of drop, because neurodiverse people tend to lack dopamine in general and once we get that all time high we all love! It comes toppling down like Jenga bricks! 

 

I suffer with such bad sub drop it's not even funny but I've been beyond lucky that I've had partners that are fully onboard with after care and my particular needs when it comes to it.

I personally need feeding after a scene or long fucking session, anything with sugar will do!

 

So yeah, if you do meet someone on the scene that admits to be neurodiverse, please be patient. We can't it and get just as mad at ourselves just as you probably are!

The young lads at work were playing around outside yesterday attempting to whip each other with wet T towels.

I watched them enjoying their innocent horse play. They were just slapping the towels at each other's legs and laughing but boys being boys one of them got too big for his boots and started to get cocky.

"Ha! This doesn't even hurt!" One lad said to the other.

"Well no I'm not putting any power behind it though" replied the other lad

It wasn't a case of power, their technique was wrong the towel was open and they were smashing the towels down similar to a overhead throw like a cricket ball making a small thudding sound.

"Nah your just a weak little pussy that's why!"

Usually I wouldn't intervene in these things but I'm not a fan of young skinny kids getting picked on even if it is just banter, so I interjected.

"Pass me the towel mate?" I asked the skinny lad "I want to show you something"

"Ooo now your getting a girl to fight your battles!" The cocky one starts

A sinister little chuckle comes out of me as I twist the towel, tightening it as much as I can.

"You see lads, life isn't all about power and strength" I muse a loud as I get into a decent stance.

"Sometimes it's about knowledge, for example. I might not have as much technical strength as you young chaps"

I lower my hands once the cocky lad naturally backed off and turned just enough so I could get to the back of his thighs, he probably thought it was doing to hurt less...bless him

CRACK!

I flick my wrist with as much grace and speed as I was taught though my weapons as usually abit more "technical" than this but the towel made the lovely thundering sound as it whipped the young lad at the back of his thigh.

"Fuck! Ah! Stop it! That hurts! The cocky one cries out as he bends to the floor rubbing the back of his thigh.

"but I do have a technique" I muse again

I wink at the skinny one has he smiles widely after I just humbled his mate a little throwing the towel back at him.

"It's all in the wrist mate" I say to him as I walk back inside

"where'd you learn to do that!" He calls after me

"Don't ask."

Saw a comment thread on FetLife this morning.

 

A guy who was in a "dynamic" commented on quiet a popular sadists post about his partner. The guy tagged his own partner in this post saying "why can't you be a good girl like this?" 

 

The submissive commented back saying she'd do better for him and would keep trying.

He said "good because you know you are always replaceable" 

 

Comments like these are NOT okay!

 

If humiliation is part of your dynamic and that is your kink then fair enough but know the difference between consensual humiliation and down right abusive behavior that creates insecure toxic hang ups!

 

Humiliation takes trust, understanding, communication and a very long time to establish.

If you are new into the scene don't take this lightly and think it's part and parcel of the kink world. 

 

If you express you are new on whichever platform you use, you will no doubt be inundated with messages! Mostly from guys with profiles like "new to this site but not new to kink have 20 years of experience! Want a new submissive to mould as my own!"

Red flag 

 

They'll usually have either profile pictures of their dick or pictures on their own with no face showing with such things as "I don't have face pictures because of work" which can be true but usually there's still proof of kink pictures with other people.

 

You'll occasionally get those that use "stock" photos too, something you'd see on the cover of a smutty book.

 

Another red flag!

 

As someone who has been around the block with this, my advice would be to go to events and make submissive friends first, the real doms usually follow.

 

To those you do meet online that look legit still be very very careful because they could be catfishes all the same.

 

I write this as a women that's been fortunate enough not to fall into this trap but I often see many that do so please brothers and sisters alike be very careful and watch for those red flags!

 

Never expose yourself online or IRL purely because a "dom" demands it, submission is earned not entitled

 

Stay safe folks! ✌️

Had a facetime play with my on and off Dom yesterday.

We've been friends and on and off play partners for the best part of 5 years I'd say.

I've always found him to be quiet a soft dominant with a sadist streak, we've got a good relationship all in all, we're comfortable with each other and laugh alot.

He called me a little earlier than expected yesterday, I was still in the bath at the time so had to rush to somewhat get dry.

I bunched my hair up and shoved my old faithful denim shirt on, it has pop buttons so when he eventually pulled me for not being completely naked I could make a show of it popping the buttons one by one, which I eventually did.

"Hello little one" he greeted me, I smile and say hello back having missed the old man.

I grumble at him because he was early and i still had water dripping down my head. We were both pressed for time yesterday and both knew it was a fly in visit so to speak.

"So!" I exclaim as I clap my hands together "what would you like Sir?"

"I'd like to see your tits little one" I probably made a face because he's never been one to mince his words but I begin to pop the buttons on my shirt and strip.

"Do you have your toys?"

"Erm yeah, give me a sec" I root around for my toy box and grab out what I need.

"Clamp your nipples pudding" he commands in his soft tone. He's southern and I've always enjoyed his posh little accent.

I do as I'm told but it hurts, bad. I'm due on so it really fucking hurt I first attempted to show off by placing the chain on my neck and then clamp them which made me squeal!

Sir bellows out a laugh as I continue to mess with the clamps

"Clamp them and then pick the chain up with your mouth"

I do it, though it was pushing my limits and I quickly take them off!

"Ow" I murmur and make a pouty face hoping he'd lay off me. I take my nipple into my mouth and suck the hurt away.

"And the other one, it's looking neglected" I look at him he's got that sinister grin of his on. He's loving this and I get my own satisfaction that I'm turning him on.

"Good girl"

I lay back afterwards one hand rubbing my now sore boobs and the other hand resting near my freshly trimmed pussy my finger millimetres from my clit.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

"I'm not! My hand is just resting there..."

"Hmm yeah, I believe you" a small part of me thought I got away with that untill he says "well, I think your tits need slapping"

Ugh, I'm not getting an inch today!

"How many Sir?"

"Five on each"

I crack my boobs five times each thanking him for each strike.

"Are you wet little one?" He asked in that smug tone of his.

"A little" I say nonchalantly.

"Maybe your cunt needs slapping too then"

I slapped my pussy 5 times with little flinching hoping that would be the end of his little game and we could get down to the good stuff.

"Spread your cunt and hit your clit 5 times too"

I do as I'm told muttering under my breath, I love our little games but he loves the stubborn brat as much as I love playing it I can't help but laugh as I do it.

Hitting my clit with reasonable force made me jump and buckle, Sir laughed as I thanked him for everyone of the strikes. I'm pretty sure I called him an arsehole at this point too.

It did get me wet though, he knows me well enough to know what I need.

"Do you want to play with your vibe puds?"

"Please Sir!" I scrambled for my vibe and my favourite lube readying myself and the vibe.

I lay back and make myself comfortable, setting my vibe off.

It never takes long when I'm performing like this, I fucking love been watched.

"What do you say pudding?" I hear Sir say, his voice barely audible to me through the fog.

"Thank you for fucking me Sir" I mumble twitching as I move and the vibe hits my clit a little more.

"who do you belong too?"

"You Sir, only you" my voice getting lighter and more needy.

"And what are you little one?"

I lay my head back and roll my eyes so he couldn't see me, he's chatty today.

"Your cunt Sir" I roll my nipple between my fingers for a little while hoping it'll help me to where I need to be... Shuffling and using the vibe as I like it.

"Can I come please Sir!" Really getting desperate.

"You can do better than that" he drawls

"Please let me cum Sir I've been good please please please let me cum!" I have no qualms about begging at this point the brat has gone and the needy little sub desperate to cum has fully taken over.

"You can cum pudding" I'm not looking at him but I know he's wearing that satisfied grin of his.

I turn the power up on my vibe and quickly blow, my hips bucking as I let out a long loud moan. My hips drop and I take my vibe out feeling slack and spacey, mumbling "thank you for fucking me Sir"

"Did I say you could stop playing with yourself?"

I let out a sigh "no Sir" I place my vibe back in on a low setting so I don't twitch and shake too much

"Let's see if we can get you to do that again, would you like that?"

"Yes Sir"

I settle back in my nerve endings restarting to feel pleasure instead of that spazzy twitch.

"Wouldn't it be better if there was 3 of us little one? A girl licking your pussy while you suck my cock, would you like that?"

He does this to wind me up, FFM threesomes arn't my bag and he knows it sadistic fucker.

"No" I say firmly

"Oh? Better slap your tits again"

Ugh! Really!?

I strike my tits again thanking him each time, I grip them tight afterwards knowing the pain will help bring me off again.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like that little one?"

He knows I'm desperate and I'd say anything to get him to shut up and let me cum right now but the brat in me kicks back in.

"Entrapment is illegal in this country you know!" I snap and get a massive laugh from him.

I'm close again and start to beg "please let me cum Sir, you've fucked me so good please"

"Not yet..."

I hate him in that moment

I glance down and see him playing with his cock on the screen. I love that I make him hard when I'm needy and begging.

"Play with it" I choke out between my breathy moans, I love mutual masturbation watching him play with his cock makes me sweat and shake I'm struggle to hold my vibe.

"Please..." I let out in one last attempt...

"You can cum little one"

I ramp up the power on my vibe and drop my bum down, it's more intense this time I moan loud while my hips buck out of control! I'm spent and shaking...

"Thank you for fucking me Sir"

"your welcome little one, you needed that"

I nod, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"That I did"

I'd been grumbling to a friend over text I'd not had sex for a while.

We'd been on and off play partners/FWB for years.

My phone vibrated with the message I was hoping for.

"Shall we get coffee Friday?"

I fired back "it's a date!"

Our usual rhythm, we'd meet in a open setting to have a general life check in before the games began.

I waited for him outside the coffee shop, the weather's been nice today so I opted for a linen shirt that was slightly see through - no bra of course, with jean shorts and raybans. I always hid my eyes from him when I could, we had a mad chemistry and he always made me nervous in a good way. He knew it too!

I sat relaxed with my leg crossed over the other doom scrolling on my phone while I waited for him to appear.

I jumped suddenly when I felt a hand squeeze the back of my neck and smacked my knee under the table.

"Fuck sake!" I yelp rubbing my knee better.

His hand slammed to his mouth suppressing a laugh "I'm sorry" he chuckled "I forgot you were skitty"

Yeah course you did...

He gets his coffee and sits besides me. We chat about life, work and general bullshit his hand on my thigh most of the time his fingers drawing slow circles and occasionally edging closer inside my shorts but never quite there.

"Are you cold?" He wonders with a smug smile.

"No why?" I ask knowing the answer.

"Your nipples are hard" his chair scrapes on the ground as he edges closer to me.

"I think it's time we went home"

We sup up and drive back to his.

Our clothes came off feverishly! We'd not fucked for about a year or so maybe 2. I noticed he had a new tattoo, a bad one at that and couldn't resist.

"What's with the shitty prison tattoo?" I ask with a wide grin knowing he'd bite.

"What do you mean!? It cost loads this you know!"

"Mate, they saw you coming! I've had better dicks drawn on my face when I've fell asleep pissed at house parties!" His lips twitched

Got him

I back away slowly...

His hand snatches out but he just misses me as I leg it "here, now!" He tries to sound mad but the crack in his voice speaks volumes.

He catches up with me eventually and slams me on the bed on my front it does knock the wind out of me but probably more because I couldn't stop laughing.

He straddles my legs and taps my bum with no force at all "is this what you want?"

"Duh"

He continues tapping my bum with little force, more like playing bongo drums than spanking me.

"Really!" I snap

I try to rise up on my elbows but he slams me back down with one palm on my back my face hitting the mattress.

Ow

Whack!

His hand came down heavy on me.

Finally!

He spanks me till I'm clawing at the bed trying to escape tears pricking my eyes.

He stops abruptly both our breathing ragged.

He turns me over and my legs flop to the sides shamelessly showing him my wet pussy

"What do you want to do now?" His voice low while he takes in how wet he's got me.

"Why don't you taste the mess you've made and then fuck me slow for a few hours?"

The tip of his tongue wets his lower lip

"Deal"

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.