Page 31 of For Love & Torture
She bats her lashes, trying to lure him into what she wants. A meal out instead of a spanking and a kitchen clean-up. “It’s not that much, please don’t punish me, Sir.”
Her Dom isn’t falling for it. “Do you not think I work hard for our money, Pet? I have to stay on bended knee all day long, selling shoes. And for that hard work, you take the food we buy and ruin it. So far, this week alone, I calculate you’ve cost us fifty dollars. That’s three days’ work for me. With all we’ve been put out, do you still think that you don’t need to be punished to make you remember you are to be cooking, not reading or doing anything other than making our evening meal?”
Now she’s moved on to the begging. “I’ll remember from now on. You don’t have to punish me. I promise I’ll remember. And I’ll go clean the kitchen right now. No, I’ll bring you a sandwich, and even a pickle slice first, then I’ll clean the kitchen. Oh! And how about a nice big glass of Scotch? I’ll go fetch that real quick while you relax. You’ve had a terrible day, I’ll make it all better. You’ll see. Just let me go and put this silly punishment stuff to the side.”
Her Dom is not about to let her off the hook so easily. “The time for all that has passed. You should’ve met me at the door with a drink. You should’ve kissed my cheek and led me to this chair. You should’ve rubbed my shoulders to loosen my sore muscles. Muscles I will now have to use to administer your punishment.” With a growl, he pulls her to lay face-first on his lap.
Kicking and screaming, the sub isn’t going to go down easy. “No! No, Sir! I’ll remember to do all those things from now on! Please!”
“It’s too late.” He tosses her dress up, and her white cotton panties are all that’s covering her exposed ass. Then he pulls those panties down, leaving her bare.
Blyss whispers, “She does deserve it.”
Troy agrees and leaves a kiss atop her head, “Yes, she does.”
The Dom administers the first spank as his sub cries and pleads for him to stop. He takes no heed of her over-the-top antics and spanks her over and over until she stops trying to get away, finally coming to her sense. “I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry, Sir.”
Now that her reaction is proper, her Dom pulls up her panties and pulls her to sit in his lap. “Do you think I like to punish you, Pet?” He’s easy with her, stroking her hair and leaning his forehead against hers.
“No, Sir. I deserved it. I kept paying more attention to things that didn’t matter, instead of what does. Like cooking your dinner and making sure you’re welcomed home after a hard day at work. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He’s happy with her response. “Good girl. That’s my girl. Can you give me a kiss?”
A nod and a sniffle have her wiping her tears away. Then she runs her arms around her Dom’s neck and kisses him. A kiss that starts out simple, but quickly builds in passion.
She turns to straddle him in the chair, undoing his pants, releasing his cock. Lifting her skirt up, he pushes her panties to the side, and she slides onto his erect cock.
Blyss seems a bit shocked as she mutters, “Oh wow!”
The sub rides her Dom for a while as they kiss and run their hands over each other. The Dom pulls his mouth away. “Get on the floor on your hands and knees, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” She hurries to do as he’s told her.
Her Dom tosses her dress up and pulls down her panties before thrusting his cock into her. The sub looks out at us as he fucks her. “You will be a good girl from now on, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slaps her ass. Her eyes close as she bites her lower lip. “You will never burn our dinner again.”
“I will never burn it again, Sir.”
He slaps her ass again. “You will meet your Dom at the door each and every day after work.”
She moans, “I will meet my Dom every day after he gets off work, with a fresh glass of Scotch.”
He slaps her ass again. “And why will you do these things for your Dom?”
“Because my Dom takes care of me and I am to take care of him. In all ways, the same way he does for me.”
Her Dom keeps fucking her hard and fast. “That’s a good sub. Do you like this fat cock?”
“I love your fat cock, Sir.” She chews her lip as she looks out at the audience. I find her eyes have landed on Troy. “I love feeling your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, shit! She’s saying that directly to Troy, the little slut!
Blyss, too, is aware of that fact. “Well, that fucking bitch!”
Blyss goes to stand up, but Troy grabs her. “What the hell are you thinking?”
