Count For Me

“Chest down, ass up.”

I do as I’m told, bending over the end of the bed.

“Arms above your head.”

Again, I oblige, excited at pleasing you. You tie my hands with a long rope bound at the other end to the head board. My breathing is calm. I feel safe. You walk around the bed and stroke my fair, wide cheeks. It’s so sweet, but my heart starts to beat faster, I know what's coming.

“You’re going to count for me until you give me the correct shade of pink I want. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

You stand from the bed and slowly go to the table where you keep your toys. You run what I can only guess is a leather paddle across my skin. It’s suddenly gone, and then swiftly back again, with a cool smack.

“One, sir.”

A quick brush of your hand distracts from the first stinging pain and is then quickly followed.

“Two, sir,” I say, catching my breath as the words fall from my lips.

No hand this time.

“Three, sir.”

My thighs press together, blood rushing through my labia. The paddle comes down again. My velvet skin pinking up like a perfect summer peach.

“Four, sir.”

You’ve found your stride, the veins in your forearm pulsing as your grip on the paddle grows tighter.

“Five, sir.”

The pitch in my voice varied now as the bite of the smooth leather sends shocks down my thighs.

“Six, sir.”

You exhale and I know you’re satisfied. You walk to the table and put the toy back. Silence for a moment and then your measured footsteps coming back to the bed.

“Good girl, that’s just the color I was looking for.”

You brush your hand across my beaten flesh and slide your longest finger down and between my brimming lips. The pad of your finger quickly finds my engorged clitoris. My hips buckle at your touch and I pull at my ties. You notice me rolling my chest against the bed. You grab me by my knees and abruptly flip me over. I gasp, stunned.

“Are you rubbing your hard nipples against the bed?”

I bite my lip not realizing what I had been doing.

“Yes, sir.”

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir.”

You grab me by my face.

“Did I give you permission to stimulate your nipples?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry, Master.”

“Now I have to punish you.”

You straddle my chest, your pants bulging, teasing me. You untie my hands.

“On your knees at the foot of the bed.”

I do as I’m told. You walk to a cabinet near the wall and open a drawer.

“Up.”

I stand, eyes down. You take one of my nipples, roll it between your finger tips, and attach a clamp. Then, the other. You sit on the edge of the bed.

“Over my knee.”

I prostrate myself across your lap with my arms crossed behind me, as usual. You begin spanking me without warning. You alternate between each cheek with out stopping. I squirm and squeal on your lap.

“You’re being a bad girl tonight, aren’t you? Can’t seem to behave.”

You hit me with your sturdy hand now and pull a toy from your pocket that I hadn’t seen.

“Maybe what a little slut like you needs is a fat cock in her mouth, huh?”

You shove a familiar dildo in my mouth and go back to spanking me, quickly. After a few moments I can’t help but begin to whine again. You stop.

“You know, I thought a slut like you would be happy and quiet with a cock in her mouth but maybe you aren’t happy unless a cock is fucking your mouth.”

You lift my chin and start fucking my mouth with the dildo. I gag and drool all over it. My face is covered in tears and saliva.

“Do you like that, you fucking slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Tell me.”

“I love when you fuck my mouth like that, Daddy!”

“Good girl. On your knees between my legs.”

I do as I’m told. My ass burning as I move into position. You clean the wet from my face. I close my eyes as you lean in to kiss my forehead. Swiftly you remove the nipple clamps I had forgotten about and I cry out. You pull me to you.

“Good girl. You pleased Daddy very well.”