Dream
"Bunniiiiii...", you said as you drew out the name you have given me. You sat in your expensive tufted leather chair by the fireplace in the study. Your back is towards me as you face the window and I cannot see your face. I just arrived into the room.
"Yes, Sir?"
"What day is it?"
"Today is Wednesday, Sir" I replied, as I served you your King Alex III whiskey, neat, on a silver tray. Dressed in my assigned attire of black high heels, black garter with dark sheer stockings, and matching black lace balconette bra and panties that you bought me last week for being a good girl.
Really don't want to fuck this up because you asking me what day it is implies that something isn't right. Before I can reach you, to give you your whiskey, you say,
"And what time is it?"
I glance over at the marble analog clock on the wall, "It's 10:04, Sir."
"Yes it's 10:04, glad to know you still know how to read a clock. It means you're fucking late."
Fuck me.
"I'm sor-"
"Enough. Get over here. Tired of your sorries", you said as you snapped your fingers at me to hurry.
I shuffle quickly through the carpet. You're still dressed in your blue 3 piece Hugo Boss suit, with your top 2 buttons undone and tie loosen.
When I get to you, you glace down at my tray and slap the entire tray out of my hands onto the carpet.
"Not only are you late but you can't seem to remember to do 2 simple things: to have my whiskey and cigar brought to me. I give you everything, and you give me this?? Bring me 2 more glasses of my whiskey, never mind the cigar now. And bring something to clean the floor. NOW."
I quickly come back with the two whiskeys on the tray and cleaning supplies in the other hand. I set the supplies down and get on my knees to serve you your two drinks. You take the first drink and throw the contents in my face and throw the glass down on the carpet. My eyes burn and I whimper. The other glass you take and swallow the double shot clean. I started to wipe my eyes and you grab my wrists and yank me up off the floor.
"Get up and lay over Daddy's lap"
I do as I am told, tears leaving my face as a result from my burning eyes. I smell of whiskey. It's all over my face, hair and chest.
You pull and rip my panties down.
Ugh, I really liked that pair.
You cup your hand and charged your hand back to give me my first loud spank. I see my silhouette on the wall made from the fire.
"When."
Wack!
"Will."
Wack!
"You."
Wack.
"Learn!"
Wack!
"I'm sorry, Daddy" , I said shakily. "I promise I'll remember"
"Stop flinching, or you'll get 10 more with the studded belt. I'm not done. Count."
Wack!
"One. Thank you, Daddy."
Wack!
"Two. Thank you, Daddy."
Wack! Each spanking gets intensively painful. My round brown butt starts turning red.
"Three. Thank you, Daddy." My eyes begin to water.
"Louder!"
Wack!
"Four! Thank you, Daddy!"
I can begin to smell my scent between my legs. And you can too, it's getting stronger. You stick your finger in me and find it is completely saturated with my excitement. You shake your head from left to right.
"You're just a whore. A complete fucking slut. I'll treat you like a cheap slut, smelling of booze."
You throw me over your desk, ass completely exposed. You grab my hair and slam my head down sideways, one ear down on paperwork while I have view of the window. I yell out, at the sudden pain. Your whole body encases on top of me. You frantically unbuckle your belt and lean down so close to my head that I can feel your nose on my ear. I can feel you sweating and saliva starting to build. You're turning primal.
"You cheap fucking slut," you said in a loud whisper. "This is what filthy whores get!"
As you utter your final word, your ram your bulging cock up my tight throbbing ass. As I scream deeply from the unexpected pain of unlubricated anal, you only get harder. You throw yourself into me harder, each time harder and deeper than the last. Every time I move, you sternly put my body back into position to make sure I feel every bit.
"You shut your mouth and take it. Let's see how sorry you are."
"Oh, God, PLEASEEE! I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry!", I cried desperately.
As I plead, I feel my ass fill with your seed. My black eyeliner running down my face with sweat, whiskey, and tears.