She'd been a bad,bad girl

‘Oh and just how do you think you’re gonna make me do that,” she taunted, standing there in the doorway with her hands propped on her curvy hips.

Those were her last words this morning as he was leaving for work.

“I’ll deal with you tonight,” he countered. “That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”

And what a mouth. It was as firey as her long red hair and boy did she know how to push his buttons. But this time, she had gone too far. All sass and swagger this weekend. He liked a woman who challenged him, but he’d been too soft on her for the past few weeks. But he knew just what would rein her back in and have her begging for mercy before the night was through.

A man like him could only take so much.

Around lunch time, he sent her a text.

You’ve been very naughty. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl tonight. Be waiting for me with nothing but your bra and panties on when I get home tonight.

He knew her pussy would grow instantly wet when she read the text. Her blue eyes would turn the color of midnight from lust. Her face would flush, thinking about the last time he had had to discipline her. She would think about it all day. But he knew, she’d be sitting on the couch waiting for him just as he instructed when he got home.

Two could place this game, she thought. He knew what that text would do to her. All day in her office, she sat there wishing 5 o’clock would hurry. She got home before him like always and headed straight for the bedroom. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She searched through her dresser looking for the perfect outfit to replace her conservative work attire. There it was; barely there blue satin and lace, just waiting to be worn and appreciated.

She ran her finger over the satin. She loved how it felt on her skin. The demi cup of the push-up bra made her even more voluptuous than normal. The lace rubbed against her nipples with the barest of friction. Before the night was over, the feel of it would be sweet torture.

She slipped the panties on dragging them slowly up her legs. They were so sheer, you could see right through them. She pulled them up and looked into the full length mirror. She knew it would drive him crazy. The way he could see her naked pussy lips through the delicate cloth. She smiled at the way the cheeks of her ass were cradled inside the smoky blue hipsters.

It was time for him to be home. And she was tempting fate. She didn’t want him to have to call out for her. She headed for the den, but opted for his leather chair instead of the couch. She stretched out in it loving the feel of the leather against her rounded bottom. She propped her legs over the arm of the chair and worked on her best bored expression while her pussy clenched in anticipation.

The clock ticked by. He was taking the long way home. He knew she’d be waiting and the longer she waited the angrier she’d be at him for withholding the pleasure to come. Another 10 minutes and he headed toward home.

Now she was pissed. She’d been sitting her for the last hour waiting when she finally heard the car drive up. The door opened and in he walked, looking all smug. His black slacks hung from his muscular frame. The crisp white shirt covered a hard stomach and looked as pressed as it had when he left this morning. The knot of his tie pulled away from his neck was the only feel of relaxation about him. But she knew the turmoil brewing inside.

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked.

He didn’t respond. Just turned and fixed those dark brown eyes on hers. He laid his jacket over the back of a chair. The intensity of the stare was making her body heat. He watched the top of her breasts turn pink as the flush of desire spread through her.

“Careful with that tone,” he said.

“Well I’m not waiting on you all night,” she said. And pushed up from the chair and turned to leave the room.

“Stop,” the command in his voice brought her to an instant stand still. She could feel the tension in him.

He sat in the chair. He legs slightly spread. She studied his face as she waited.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

She crossed the room slowly, letting her hips sway. She felt her nipples harden as she moved closer to him. He could see the hard points through the lace of her bra. He made her stand there as he looked her over. She could feel herself tingling. Nothing but stillness and silence in the room. Each moment that passed was like sweet torture. He held out his hand to her. As she reached for it, he pulled her nearly naked bottom into his lap. Her back was to his chest. He could feel the heat of her sex through his pants. A half smile crossed his lips.

She sat still. Waiting. His hands moved up her sides and around to her breasts. His thumb flicked across them. Then the barest hint of a touch crossed her nipples. Then he pinched them. She squirmed in his lap.

“Don’t move,” he said. Then his voice dropped to a whisper as the pressure between his thumb and finger increased. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl.”

It felt like current moving through her body. The anticipation of what to come was almost more than she could stand. She forced herself not to grind her pussy against his thigh while she sat in his lap.

He released her nipples and turned her so that she lay over his lap. Her pert ass in the air just waiting for his hand. She made a noise, somewhere between a whimper and moan as his hand stroked over her right cheek. He moved so slowly, feeling that silken material which left nothing to his imagination. Hers was an ass made for loving. It was an ass made for spanking, perfectly rounded and full.

A second later a light burning slap landed and streaked her rear. She soft cry left her lips as the heat spread from her rear to her clit. The pleasure and pain so close together. Seeing his handprint on her ass made him hotter, more dominate.

He stroked her again. It was a much less gentle caress; kneading her cheeks and pulling them apart. Then the next slap was harder and hotter. He felt her pussy getting wetter as it pressed into his knee.

“When I let you come tonight, you’ll be screaming my name,” he said quietly as his hand landed on her ass again. With each swat, the burn intensified. Her flesh turned pink as she worked her pussy against his leg. She was burning for him. She lifted her ass to him, meeting the next slap.

His hand soothed back over her hips as he reached for the waistband of her panties. He could have ripped them right off, but he knew his slow removal of them would push her even farther. He pulled so slowly, the sheer material caressing her ass. Fanning the flames she felt. She could feel his eyes as he revealed her creamy skin. She knew her cheeks would be streaked with his hand prints. She could feel his cock harden through his trousers as he slowly pulled her panties down over her hips.

Then he stopped. He left them rolled right below the curve of her hips. She could feel the damp silkiness between her legs. She felt his finger slide down the crack of her ass. Then dip lower still. She lifted her ass as his finger doves into her soaked pussy. She moaned. She tried to grind against him but he set a heavy hand on her back which helds her still. Sweet torture as he slides in and out of her. Her pussy slick from where he’d shaved her a few nights before. Then he adds another finger and another. Filling her.

“Don’t you dare come,” he said. “I haven’t given you permission.”

It was so hard, not moving against him. She could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers. She had to fight not to let herself go. But she knew the consequences if she came before he told her too.

Her hips writhed as she tried to push back against his fingers. Then she felt him pull them out and pinch her lips together.

“I told you, not until I said so.” She stilled, knowing he would carry out the threat behind the quiet words.

He released her pussy and felt his finger slide back in. Then she felt it as it slid back up her rear. He was using her own juices to prepare her. She felt his finger glide smoothly inside. Twisting, pushing, opening her for him. He added another finger, scissoring them to make sure she was stretched and ready to accept him.

He stopped and told her to stand. He turned her so that he could bend her over the arm of the couch. With her ass propped in the air, he couldn’t resist placing one more heated swat on those tempting globes.

She heard him release his zipper and felt him as he stood behind her. His hands gripped her hips and she knew what was next. He pulled her backside to where his cock was just at the right angle. The tip of his cock was like steel against her tight entrance. He pushed lightly against her providing just enough pressure without entering her. It was exquisite torture.

She moaned. “Please, I promise I’ll be good. Just go ahead and fuck me.”

He stayed still increasing the pressure. He felt her try and press back against him, but his grip on her hips kept her from succeeding.

“Please, do I have to beg,” she said. “I promise to be good.”

He watched as her ass twitched, she wanted his cock deep inside. He started to press his thick crest inside her.

“Fuck yes,” she cried out.

He felt it pop past that tight band inside. That point where the pleasure mingled with the pain. She moved her hips back and forth, trying to work the rest of him inside. But he held her still. She was so frustrated. Then she felt the tap on her rear. Just a light slap on the right cheek, then the left one. Over and over until the burn made her crazy with need. She bucked against him, impaling herself on him. She pushed back wanting all of him. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her.

“Do it hard,” she cried. “Do it fast. Make me scream your name.”

He did just what she asked. She felt his balls slapping against her pussy. Then she felt him reach around and find her clit. He worked her hard nub until she didn’t think she’d be able to stand and then she felt his thighs tighten against her. She knew he was getting close to filling her ass full of cum.

She felt his other arm reach around and his rough hand pull her breast free from the bra. He pulled and tugged on her nipple, then roughly pinched it between his fingers. He knew it would send her over the edge.

“Cum now. Don’t make me wait,” he said.

And this time she minded.