Page 74 of Doubts & Fears

“Sir, I, ah. Um.” She removed her fingers from her wet pussy quickly.

“Kitten, what is my rule?”

“No touching without permission.” Her voice trembled.

“Hmm, and don’t I normally grant you permission when you ask me nicely?”

“Yes, but you were gone so long tonight, and you know how needy I am.” Her mouth turned up at the corners.

“What am I going to do with you now?” I knew by the look on her face, she was hoping I’d catch her.

“I’m yours to do with as you please. Discipline me, take me, fuck me, anything you want.”

“Before I decide, I’d like you to tell me. Did you let my pretty little kitty come?”

I squeezed my cock, thinking about her playing with her pussy.

“I…um…Sir—”

“You did, didn’t you? You clearly understood your orgasms belong to me on my nights, right?”

“Yes, Sir, and I know before you say it. Needy kittens who are impatient will be spanked.” Her voice was laced with anticipation of what she knew was to come.

“Indeed, they do. Shall we begin, then?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stroked my dick faster, and something about knowing she was lying in my bed outside the door had me groaning.

I grabbed my belt and cracked it, loving how her beautiful eyes flared wide.

“Sir, please be gentle with me,” she whimpered.

I motioned for her to come forward, then stripped her down except for her panties. I tugged her down to lie across my naked lap, then gently stroked her ass and upper thighs with the belt, letting her nervousness grow. Her willingness and obedience overrode her fear.

With gentle movements, I took her hands and brought them up behind her back, then bound her wrists together with the belt. I made sure it wasn’t too tight, just enough to keep them from slipping free. Then I fondled her dangling breasts. She moaned and shuddered at my touch.

Using my other hand, I stroked her exposed ass. Slowly, I removed her panties, running my hand down the back of her thighs and calves as I went. I separated her legs and groaned at the evidence of her arousal, drenched already.

The thought alone of her heavenly scent made my cock drip. I furiously stroked myself, imagining brushing my fingers against her tight cunt before sinking into her. I thought about how positively dripping she was the last time we spanked her.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

“Maybe, like, five?”

“Very well. Five it is. On each of these lovely cheeks.”

“But, Sir, that’s ten.”

“Yes, kitten, you should be more specific when I ask you questions.” I raised my hand, and she tensed under me.

Smack. I brought my hand down on the left side first, and she squealed with a mix of pain and arousal.

My dick ached as I stroked it, pumping harder.

She called out each strike of my hand. Heat spread across her cheeks as I kneaded the soft flesh. Using my other hand, I played with her nipples, knowing the combination drove her insane.In my mind, I brought my hand down again, this time on the right side and a little harder. She cried out, and her juices dripped out onto my leg.

Each subsequent blow was delivered harder than the last, and as a soft pink emerged, she wiggled under me. The feel of her stomach pressed against my cock was exquisite.With my left hand, I pulled at her nipples.

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