Teaching you a lesson
My, my. You know I love it when you wear stockings. They accentuate your thighs. I want to squeeze your thighs. Just looking at them has me salivating and sucking my teeth. I can’t help myself. We become a torrid, passionate mess for the next half hour, when you … how could you?
You came before I said you could. Now you know what happens. You look at me with pleading eyes. That is, when you can bring yourself to look at me. You look down or over, but averting your eyes cannot avert my punishment. You know what’s coming. Well, besides me.
If I let you get away with it once, you will do it again. I see you cringe. Last time, you were sore for days. I think you liked it because here we are again. The tension is high, so I laugh to break the spell. You smile, perhaps thinking you averted punishment. You did not. I pull you off the bed and push you down the hallway to the back of the couch.
You are naked before me, except for those stockings. How they stayed on the last half hour, I have no idea. You know what’s coming. I turn you around and push your shoulder so your backside inches higher. I smack your butt twice. You flinch and groan in anticipation.
I enter you and gradually build steam until the couch is moving with each thrust. You … are moaning, as if you are enjoying it. So I pump harder until you seem out of breath, and, well, I am too. This is too easy. Your hands are on the cushions. This isn’t punishment for you at all. It springs to my mind: the stockings! I reach down and lift your right leg, pulling off the stocking in one motion. With it, I tie your hands behind your back. Now I’m banging away like a loose screen door in a windstorm. I have my way with you. You are mine! I can’t control the dull ache and pressure that built up in my loins. “Oh, ffffuck,” I say out of clenched teeth, and I cum hard inside you. I keep going until my orgasm subsides, when I pull out and bring you to my face again. Your face is red, but you are satiated and calm. No, this wasn’t punishment for you. I shrug and untie your hands, kiss your lips, and tell you I love you. A few minutes later in the shower, my mind burns, imagining a better punishment for next time…
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