Saturday, 26 March 2016

Getting caught.

My nose is pressed up against the wall as I wait for my master, my feet are shoulder width apart and my hands placed obediently on my head. I've been here so many times that I know the drill like clockwork. I must remove everything except my underpants and wait silently and completely still until further instruction. 

He ordered me to come into the study for corner time at 7 pm, that must have been at least fifteen minutes ago and I still can't hear him in the room. I daren't look around to see if he's coming. 

Master always moves quietly, keen to take me by surprise or catch me disobeying him. I've fallen into that trap so many times, always with the same swift and sure result. Punishment. 

My nose itches. I want to scratch it but can't, no, I mustn't. He could be watching me right now. Looking at me from the doorway as I wait for him. 

Could I sneak a peak? No, the risk is too great. Be patient Lori.

Finally I hear a movement behind me. My breath hitches and my heart begins to pound in my chest.

"Come here," He growls.

Slowly I turn to see him sitting in the leather, wing backed chair. He's leaning back, regarding me closely as I step towards him. He's so damn handsome, especially now in his business suit and white shirt. He hasn't even got changed yet. Tousled black hair falls softly around his face, and seems to emphasise his strong jawline. His slender index finger points towards the floor, signalling for me to kneel at his feet. I do so immediately, bowing my head in total submission. 

Master cups my chin and tilts my head back until I am gazing up into his deep brown eyes. "You've been a bad girl today haven't you?"

I slowly nod my head and he frowns at me.

"I expect a proper answer, young lady."

"Yes, Sir. I've been a bad girl." My voice is no more than a whisper. 

"And what happens to bad girls?"

I swallow hard, struggling to maintain eye contact. I'm captivated by him. Hypnotised almost. But I want to look away, avoid his accusing stare. 

"I'm waiting for an answer, Lori."

"They get punished, Sir."

"Yes they do." He nods, releases my chin, and then screws up his mouth in deliberation.

Eventually Master shifts forward in his seat and takes off his suit jacket. He unbuttons his cuffs, roles his sleeves up his muscular forearms,  and before I know it he is lifting and guiding me across his strong thighs. "Tell me what you did wrong," He asks after getting me into position. 

"I... I..." My voice falters as I feel his firm hand caress my upturned behind. 

"You what?"

"I played with myself, Sir," I admit as anticipation and arousal surge through me, my suddenly dry throat making it difficult to speak. 

"And did you have my permission to play with yourself?"

He always asks me for a confession when he already knows what the answer is. It's infuriating but he does it for effect. And it works, as I always feel humiliated and ashamed of myself.

"No, Sir I didn't."

"I didn't think so. Keep going." He runs his hand up and down the backs of my thighs making me squirm. "Keep still and finish explaining yourself."

I take a deep calming breath. "You already know what I did, Sir. Please don't make me say it."

"I want to hear it from you, Lori." 

My deep sigh and loud tut betrays my frustration and moments later a hard, stinging smack lands across my behind. I yelp and buck in response.

"There's plenty more where that came from!" 

I'm gasping and breathless already but manage a hasty apology. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Oh you will be, but first I want your explanation."

I take a few more deep breaths to quell my nerves. "I.... I was looking at some stuff online, and it made me, y'know."

"No. I don't know."

I could feel my face flush with embarrassment. "It made me horny."

"I see, and you decided to take matters into your own hands, quite literally?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you just hoped I wouldn't catch you?"

"I didn't think you'd be home until later."

"Not very sensible reasoning was it?"

"No, Sir."

"So what exactly were you looking at?"

"Just videos."

"What kind of videos?"

"I'd rather not say."

Another hard smack lands across my behind, this time making me cry out.

"You will say, young lady," he demands. "Now tell me what you were looking at!"

"Porn. I was looking at porn, Sir." My face is burning now and I know my behind will soon be catching it up. 

"I want you to be more precise."

Oh my God this cannot be happening. "Bondage, bdsm, and spanking. That sort of thing." I'm so glad he can't see my face, I'm cringing so much right now. 

Master chuckles at me. "So, Lori was watching spanking videos, and look where she ended up. Some kind of irony huh?"
 
I think that was rhetorical so I remain silent.

"And your master walked in and found you going at your pussy so hard he thought you were trying to start a fire down there."

Again I remain silent, although I'm grinning wickedly now.

"Did you cum?"

"What?"

"Are you having trouble with your hearing, Missy?"

"No, Sir."

Another smack, this time across the tops of my thighs. I yell out.

"So answer my question."

I bury my face in my hands. If I tell him the truth he'll go mad, but if I lie I risk getting into even more trouble.

"My patience is running out."

"Yes, Sir I did."

The tension in the room suddenly becomes palpable. I feel him take a tighter grip on me, then hook his fingers into the waistband of my underpants and quickly tugs them all the way down to my knees.

I'm exposed and vulnerable. It's exhilarating beyond measure.

"By the time I've finished with you you're not going to be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir." My voice is a faint squeak.

I brace myself and don't have to wait long. 

Master begins spanking me. Hard. Fast.  

He alternates the slaps between each cheek and then concentrates them across the centre of my behind. 

It's relentless. 

Within seconds my butt is on fire, and I'm kicking and squealing loudly. I writhe around on his lap in an attempt to evade the smacks, but to no avail. His rhythm is steady and his aim unfaltering. I'm getting the spanking of my life. 

It's not long before I'm crying and begging for him to stop, but I know he won't. Not yet.

I consider using the safe word, to admit defeat, but I hate giving in.

And so it continues. 

My hand flies back in an attempt to protect my burning behind, but it is swiftly captured and held out of the way. I kick my legs wildly, and he quickly pins them down with his right leg. I'm firmly restrained and totally helpless. 

The spanking continues.

Can I handle it? Can I really take any more? I must and I do.

After what seems like an eternity he finally stops. I lay there limp, sobbing. Breathless and exhausted from all the struggling and writhing around. 

My mouth has gone dry and my nose is running, but I hardly notice it. What I do notice is the burn. An intense scorching painful burn that radiates through my entire body.

It's euphoric. 

Master is rubbing my back now, smoothing my hair and talking gently to me. "Good girl, you took that so well. It can't have been easy for you.'

"No, Sir." I sob.

"I'm gonna lift you up now and put you back in the corner. You're gonna stay there with your hands on your head again and you're not to rub your bottom. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

He carefully lifts me from his lap and stands me up. My legs are shaking and I feel dizzy. He holds me for a while until I'm steady on my feet, and then guides me back over to the corner of the room. 

"Please can I wipe my nose, Sir?" I plead as I gaze at my feet. 

He tilts my head back and smiles softly. His eyes glowing.

"I'll do it, baby."

He grabs a handful of Kleenex and gently dries my eyes and nose. "Better?"

"Yes, Sir." I smile up at him.

He responds by kissing my forehead. It sends a magical shiver running through me. I'm still delighting in it as he positions me back in the corner. 

The room falls silent again. Is he still there, or has he left? 

The burn in my behind seems to be getting more intense. I long to rub it, to soothe away the sting.

I have no idea how long I've been standing here but the burn is beginning to subside. I manage to relax slightly and then suddenly he speaks.

"Come here."

I swallow hard, slowly turning to face him and wondering what else may be in store for me. Then I see the leather strap in his right hand. I'm glued to spot unable to move. 

Master walks up to me and leans in close to my ear. 

"Breathe," he whispers gently.

I gasp, unaware I'd been holding my breath.

He takes my arm and leads me over to a chair in the centre of the room. When did he put that there? 

"Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat of the chair."

I hesitate briefly then do as instructed. I'm all too aware of my vulnerability and nakedness as he forces my feet apart. 

"Good. Now you're to stay in position. If you don't I'll start over from the beginning. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

I gasp as his fingers suddenly slip between my legs. They delve into my pussy.

"Hmm. So wet. Seems like you're enjoying this."

Damn it for betraying me. I just know he's grinning at me now, revelling in my arousal and sense of awkwardness. He begins to rub and massage my clit, making me push back against him and moan loudly.

"The sooner I finish dealing with you, the sooner I can enjoy you." 

He eventually withdraws his fingers after bringing me close to the edge. I sigh with disappointment. 

"All in good time baby." He chuckles. "Such a greedy girl."

He wipes his wet fingers on my right butt cheek and adjusts my position until he's satisfied. He's an expert at this and won't begin until everything is just right. 

"That's better. Ready?"

"Yes Sir." I breathe.

"Good girl."

The first lash lands across my behind. I gasp at the sudden pain, but before I get a chance to catch my breath the next lash is delivered. 

I struggle to keep position. If only I knew how many I was going to receive, but that's all part of the game. 

Two more land across my burning behind making me cry out, and Master shushes me. I bite my lower lip in an attempt to control my actions. 

Another two and I begin to sob. I'm shaking, my arms barely able to hold me in place and my legs like jelly.

"Almost done," he tells me.

I grit my teeth, determined to endure this. The next two land hard and I stifle a squeal. 

There's a thud as the strap falls to the floor, then the sound of a zipper. 

Master suddenly grips my hips and plunges his cock deep inside me. I let out a low guttural moan of sheer hedonistic pleasure as he thrusts hard and fast. 

I move my hips to meet him and am consumed by delicious sensations. 

My eyes close and I lose myself in the moment. 

Who knew that watching porn on the internet could be so rewarding? Maybe I should arrange to get caught more often  ;)

Thursday, 22 October 2015

An excerpt from my story......enjoy! :)


Amy was slumped on one of the sofas and Adam sat down next to her.

“So, how are you feeling?”

 She sighed loudly. “I feel lousy.”

 “I hear you had quite a party last night.”

 “Yeah, but I'm suffering for it now.”

 Adam shrugged. “You deserve to be.”

 “I know that, but you don't have to gloat.”

 He smirked at her, feeling satisfied.

 There was a long silence while Amy was plucking up the courage to ask him something. She stared at her fingers, twisting one of the gold rings she was wearing. Adam knew exactly what was going to happen, and he waited patiently.  

 “I want the rules back,” she said eventually.

 Adam tried to look surprised. “Oh, and why is that?

 “I thought I was better off without them.”

 “But you aren't are you?”

 “No.”

 “Do you know why?”

 She shook her head. “Tell me, please.”

 “Because you need structure in your life, you need order and discipline to keep you level headed and sensible.”

 “You’re saying I need all the things that you provided me with before I opted out.”

 “Yes, Amelia, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

 Amy turned to face him and saw the smug look on his face. “You're enjoying this aren't you?”

 He smiled at her. “Maybe a little. I was sure that you'd come around to my way of thinking sooner or later.”

 She stared at her fingers again. “So can we go back to the rules?”

 Adam's mouth twisted as he considered her request. “I'm not sure. I've got used to this new way of doing things.”

 Her head shot around, her eyes were imploring him, begging. “Please. I can't go on like this anymore.”

 He dropped his gaze and a dark expression formed. “Do you promise to live by my rules?”

 “Yes.” She nodded sincerely.

 “Yes, what?”

 “Yes, Sir,” she replied timidly as butterflies took flight in her stomach. She was inwardly praying that he would go back to the way things were.

 “That’s better. So when do you want the rules to start?”

 “Can they start now, please?”

 Adam wanted to prolong her agony; to make her wait until she was on her knees begging, but the pitiful look on her face made him crumble. She had such a hold on him that he couldn’t tease her any longer. “OK.” He nodded.

 “Thank you!” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. “Will you do something else for me?”

 “Sure. What is it?”

 Amy took a deep breath. “I want you to spank me.”

 He shook his head. “That's not going to happen.”

 “What? Why not?” Her eyes were wide.

 “Because you didn't ask me properly. You've already forgotten at least two of the rules.”

 Her face flushed pink. “I’m sorry. Would you spank me please, Sir?”

 “That's better. I'll be very happy to spank you, but first I want you to do something for me.”

 “OK.” She nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll do anything.”

 “Go and stand in that corner.” He pointed to the corner nearest to them.

 “What?” she gaped.

 “You heard me, Miss Beaumont. Go over there and stand in the corner facing the wall. Hands on the top of  your head.”

 “I take it you are joking.”

 “Do I look like I'm joking?”

Amy frowned at him for a moment, but no trace of humour was evident on his face. “No, but this is the sort of thing they used to do at school!”

 “Well, if you're going to behave like a child I'm going to treat you like one.”

 By now the situation seemed totally surreal. “But how long do I have to stay there for?”

 “Until I say you can come out.”

 “Yes but when will-“

 “I don't want to hear another sound out of you, Amelia,” he interrupted. “How can I trust you to obey my rules when you behave like this?”

 Amy squared up to him and then did the only thing that seemed right. She dropped to her knees and assumed the submissive position.

 Adam frowned down at her, hardly believing his eyes. She was perfectly still and silent, a picture of submissive perfection.

 He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “I’m glad you remember your training. I expect to see a lot more of this obedient side.”

 “Yes, Sir,” she almost whispered.

 “Now I want you to go and stand in that corner. Go.”

 Amy reluctantly walked over into the corner of the room, her legs were like jelly and her stomach was in knots.  She felt totally humiliated and embarrassed, but determined to prove to him that she could behave well and do as she was told.

 “Hands on your head,” he instructed. “Feet slightly apart.” He moved her arms and legs into the correct position, and then stood back and studied her. “Good,” he nodded. “Are you going to behave yourself now?”

 She nodded obediently. It all felt so surreal, but here she was standing in the corner like an errant child.

 “You're going to stay here just like this for 15 minutes, and you're not going to move or make a sound. Understand?”

 She nodded again.

 “Good.”

 It took all of Amy’s resolve and willpower to keep still. She longed to look around and see where Adam was. She didn't even know if he was still in the room, but she resisted the urge to find out and kept her head pressed up against the wall. The minutes dragged by and felt like hours. Her legs itched infuriatingly but went unscratched. She was determined to prove that she could obey Adam no matter how difficult it was. 

 Eventually she heard a movement behind her, and then felt a hand on her shoulder turning her around. She submissively hung her head and stared at Adams feet, wondering what he was thinking. 

 Unbeknown to Amy Adam smiled at her. He felt proud of her achievement and determination, but didn't intend to congratulate her just yet. He had a very important job to do, and he planned to enjoy it. Adam placed his hands on either side of her face and stared deep into her eyes.

 "Ready to make amends are we?"

 Amy stared nervously at him, not daring to move or speak.

 "You're allowed to answer me now," he told her.

 "Yes, Sir," she all but whispered.

 He smiled knowingly at her, and then took her by the hand and led her over to the sofa. He sat down on the edge of the sofa and gazed up at Amy, her face was flushed and she was trembling. 

"Take off your clothes."

 Amy opened her mouth as if to question or argue, he wasn't sure which, but she thought better of it and obediently began to undress.

She took her time, first pulling off her sweater, and then her socks and jeans. Finally she removed her bra, and slipped off her panties. Adam watched with fascination as she performed her tantalizing striptease, he hardly even blinked as her beautiful body was stripped bare in front of him. His gaze fell upon her neat landing strip of pubic hair, and he felt an all too familiar stirring in his pants. Adam tried to curb his sexual appetite, but it was impossible. This girl was damn sexy and he simply could not resist her.

 After neatly folding her clothes Amy placed them on the coffee table and turned to face Adam again. She saw more than a glimmer of approval on his face and felt confident that she was doing well. The next part was going to be tough though. 

 Adam caught hold of her left hand and tugged hard, pulling Amy down and across his lap in one swift movement. She felt winded briefly, but managed to shuffle into a more comfortable position. Her heart was pounding so quickly in her chest that she thought it might burst, and the sound of blood rushing through her ears was almost deafening. 

 Adam gazed down at his gorgeous naked girl. Her skin was flawless and pale, and he couldn't resist the urge to tenderly stroke her back. Her hair had fallen in a tousled mess, so he smoothed it to one side, revealing her face. She had a hint of a smile, but it didn't conceal the fear in her eyes. His hand followed the curve of her back all the way down to her magnificent behind. He caressed each cheek and then ran his fingers down the cleft making her squirm. She expected a smack and the order to keep still, but it never came. Adam continued down the back of her right thigh to her knee, and then his fingers travelled up the back of her left thigh until it reached her behind again. He paused briefly to squeeze her left cheek, and then brought his hand down hard across the centre of her backside. 

 Amy let out a squeal and her legs bucked. The slap had stung and taken her off guard. There was a burning heat across both cheeks and she clenched them tightly, trying to ease the sting. If only he'd rub it better.

 The tortuous process began again. Adam caressed her behind then raised his hand. Amy tensed waiting for the slap, but instead Adam caressed her back. Just as Amy relaxed the smack landed hard across her behind. She let out another squeal but this time Adam admonished her.

 "Quiet!" He ordered.

 Amy swallowed hard and buried her face in the throw, using it to muffle her gasps and moans of pain. Her backside was burning already, and he'd only smacked her twice. How many more were to come?

 Adam resumed caressing her back and thighs and then eventually rubbed her bottom. It felt soothing and gentle and Amy sighed with relief, but it was short lived as Adam delivered an even harder smack. Amy cried out despite her best efforts. 

 "I said quiet." Adam scolded. His eyes were narrowed as he studied his handiwork. The centre of Amy’s behind was a deep shade of pink; it was a stark contrast to the rest of her pale skin. While Amy was trying to control her actions Adam smacked her again, harder and in exactly the same spot. There was a muffled cry but Amy remained stoic. This was going well and Adam was impressed, but now it was time to up the tempo and really test her.

 "Your behind is a beautiful shade of pink. It looks lovely. Pink really suits you." He gently caressed both cheeks. "I wonder if red suits you too." He already knew that it did, but his comment had the desired effect of making Amy tremble. "How many have you had now?'

 "Four, Sir," she replied quietly, her voice shaky. 

 "I'm going to give you six more, and these will be fast. I want you to stay silent and still, understand?"

 "Yes, Sir," she breathed.

 "Keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back or make a sound I'll start all over again. Is that clear?"

 "Yes, Sir." Her eyes were clenched shut in preparation. She knew this was going to sting like crazy but she had to obey him.

 Adam gripped her tightly and then spanked her hard six times. He landed each smack right in the centre of her behind again, and they were in rapid succession. Amy held her breath throughout and gripped the throw. Her legs were rigid and her toes curled. It was a long while after Adam stopped that Amy drew breath again. Her behind was on fire and tears had formed in her eyes.

 "Red does suit you," Adam observed with a smirk. He gazed at Amy adoringly as she writhed and fidgeted over his lap. Her long legs were still crossed at the ankle but her thighs were parted now, he had a clear view of her labia and could see she was getting wet. He ran his hand over her bottom. "There's a lot of heat coming off your ass. Give me your hand."

 Amy reached back with her right hand and Adam guided it across her bottom.

 "Feel the heat?"

 The heat coming off her behind was incredible. "Yes, Sir but I can also feel something else."

 "Oh, and what's that?"

 Much to Adams surprise Amy reached back with her left hand. She slid it slightly underneath her and grabbed his erection. He hadn't realised she could feel it pressing into her belly. He longed for her to rub and stimulate him but he had to play out this task.

 "You are a very bad girl, Amelia."

 "Yes I know, Sir. I'd like to make it up to you."

 "And how exactly do you intend to do that?"

 "By fucking you with my mouth."

 Adam had to contain a gasp. She wasn't usually so brazen and it completely threw him. Amy had managed to turn this around and take control of the situation, and he had to regain authority over her. His manhood throbbed uncomfortably and he ached to be inside her. He could smell Amy’s arousal and the atmosphere was electric. It took a moment for him to focus. 

 "That's an interesting proposal, but I need to finish with you first. You've had ten so you still have another two to go. The same rules apply and if you disobey me I will start the whole thing all over again. Understand?"

 "Yes, Sir," she replied quietly. She had hoped her sexual advances would spare her any more spanking, but it hadn't quite gone to plan. She reluctantly braced herself. 

 Adam smirked at her, knowing his little minx was trying to outplay him. He gripped her tightly and delivered the last two smacks. They were so hard that Amy felt winded and the sting was overwhelming, but this time Adam rubbed her behind immediately and soothed the burn. 

 After a few minutes he leaned back and raised his hands. "Ok, young lady, time for you to make it up to me."

 Amy looked back at him and then manoeuvred herself off his lap; she positioned herself so that she was kneeling between his legs. She looked like up at him nervously, but he gave her a reassuring smile that gave her the confidence to proceed. 

 After caressing him through his sweat pants, she managed to tug them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free. It never failed to impress her. Amy took it in her hands and began squeezing and twisting it, then leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

 Adam threw his head back and moaned loudly. He relinquished himself to her gladly as she shielded her teeth with her lips and began to suck hard. 

 She was good at this, really good and a few seconds later Adam could already feel himself getting close. 

 He didn't want to come so soon though, so he tightly gripped Amy’s hair and began controlling the pace. She fought against it at first, but then realised why he was doing it and gladly let him take control. Maybe this was part of the test?

 There were low guttural moans coming from Adam as he released Amy and allowed her to take charge again. 

The sexual stimulation was so intense that he was now desperate for his release, and moments later it came huge and powerful. Adam cried out and his body bucked under Amy as she drained every drop from him.

A while later Adam got his breath back and smiled adoringly down at Amy. He took her head in his hands. "My beautiful girl, my amazing and talented beautiful girl."

Amy beamed at him and he kissed her passionately, their tongues explored each other and he tasted his ejaculate. When he eventually leaned back he gripped her under the arms and pulled her up so she was sitting astride his lap. He held her tightly for a while and then lifted her up, gently easing her back down onto his erection.

 “Ready so soon?” she teased, but now it was Amy’s turn to moan, and she closed her eyes, relishing the sensation. 

 Adam gripped her behind and moved her up and down, setting a steady rhythm. She was lost in her own world of sexual pleasure and her whole body was tingling. 

 "Lean back baby," Adam instructed. She did and seconds later a smile beamed across her face. "That's it," Adam grinned, knowing he was now stimulating her g spot.

 "Oh my God!' she cried, "That’s amazing." She continued to move up and down, feeling her orgasm building through her thighs and stomach. Then it closed in around her and her whole body tensed. Her orgasm exploded around her and she let out a long and high pitched cry.

 Everything went dark and quiet. Eventually there were sounds of breathing and when Amy opened her eyes Adam was grinning boyishly at her.

 "That was incredible," she gasped as she collapsed against him.

 "That was your reward."

 "My reward?" she frowned.

 "For being such a good and obedient girl."

 "Did I do well then?"

 "Baby, you were perfect."

Amy smiled tearfully. "I will try to behave myself, I promise."

 "I know you will, and you'll have a great incentive, because if you don't I'll be working on a darker shade of red."

 Amy blushed furiously and buried her head in his shoulder. "If I'm good can we have sex like this again please, Sir?"

 "Oh most definitely!"