She had decided, early that morning she would make him a surprise batch of cookies. After all he had been exceptionally kind to her lately. She knew she wasn't that good of a baker, but she really wanted to do something nice for him, and she had to at least try. Well everything was going fine until that big bag of flour fell off the counter next to her.
"Oh, Shit." she said to the open air. Worried that she would disturb him with all the banging around. She quickly tried to find a broom, but since this was his place and she hadn't stayed often she couldn't seem to find one.
"Oh I am gonna be in trouble if he catches me like this", she thought to herself, but it was too late. She looked up from where she had been trying to pick up the pieces of the flour bag, and there he was standing ominously above her, and started in right away without even so much as a good morning.
"Spilled the flour again, well how are you gonna clean this mess up for me?"
As he was saying this she noticed he had something held behind his back. Before she had time to ask questions he revealed a rather long piece of rope.
" Lie down girl!"
"Right here in this mess?"
"You made your mess now you can lie in it."
"Oh. you can be such a bastard." she said with an obvious scowl in her voice.
He just laughed a hearty laugh, with a gleam in his eye, unshaken by her utter defiance.
" You would do well for yourself to watch that smart mouth of yours."
Still with a smile across his face, he reached down and forcefully grabbed her wrists, and quickly tied her wrists together.
" Damn that hurts."
Without even looking at her or giving her a response he proceeded to tie her arms up to the kitchen table. Then standing over her and looking down on her, he said in his your,better not try it tone.....
"Now. you will answer my question. How are you going to clean this mess up for me?"
"Well how am I supposed to do that all tied up?"
"I left your clothes on, that which you can't reach by your mouth you can wipe up with your clothes."
He chuckles as he watches her roll around, trying aimlessly to clean up the massive amount of flour.
"I think you are just making things messier."
He reaches down and unties her hands from the post, but leaves them tied together and then tosses her the rag from the table.
"Here, this should do it."
She takes the rag not a little bit perturbed at the notion that she can even clean up all this mess, let alone with her hands tied.
Looking down at the messy clothes he shakes his head in disgust.
"Well, just what did you expect, miracles!"
At that remark he walks over and opens one of the kitchen drawers, just above her head where she is knelt on all fours. She could hear him fumbling for something, but what she could not tell. He shut the drawer then looked down at her.
Scissors! He had scissors in your hands. Towering above her with a mischievous grin, he bent down and with a quick snip removing her panties. Feeling very bare now and a little humiliated he spoke again in his low,I'm not messing around with you anymore voice. Handing the panties back to her, he said,
"Here, give me the dirty rag, and you can use these to mop up the rest."
Truth is she loved it when he used such force, especially a little edge play, but he made it clear from the beginning he would never cut her, and she had learned to trust his capable hands, and his word. Although some of those lessons were painfully learned.
Standing there staring down at her, he pointed to all the places she had missed and watched her bare ass move. He, not being able to help himself, reached down and felt her ass. As she felt his touch her senses coming to life, her pussy getting wet preparing to be teased and tortured, as was his way. His mood told her she would not be complaining in the end. Then he moved lower still and found the damp slit beneath.
She could not help but to begin to rock her hips, almost impulsively as he had her dripping wet with his power over her. She knew as soon as she did it, she had messed up again. She had been given explicit instructions that when he was touching her she must ask to move against his fingers, and when she didn't it would end abruptly. Bringing his hand back up and out. He looked at her now with a dark scowl on his face.
"Ok, when you get done, I want you to put the rag you just used in that can, stand up and bend over the table, then wait quietly and patiently for my return."
She did as instructed although the butterflies in her stomach almost took over her ability to continue cleaning up the mess. In fact she actually slowed down and tried to make it last as long as she could so she could prolong facing him again any time soon. She knew he was displeased. That feeling looming over her, knowing it could have been so different if she could just learn to watch her mouth. Who did he think he was after all wasn't she just trying to do something nice for him, and this was the thanks she got! Why did she even bother, still no one can move her like he could. Make her feel so alive, and she knew in the end he was only looking to bring out the very best woman she could be.
Reluctantly she did what was asked of her. Bending herself over the table. Knowing that if she was found in direct disobedience, it would be much worse for her.She had learned that before the hard way.
She waited for what seemed like forever, as she listened to him chuckling at something he had been watching on the T.V. in the living room. Then she heard the distinct sound of him pick up the remote and click it off. Followed then by a mind deafening, heart racing silence. Then his footsteps approaching closer and closer to her.
He did not speak a word at first but grabbed her by the waist and stood over her
"First, for your clumsiness, this must be done,"
He says as he raises his hand and strikes her ass hard again and again. After the fifth strike, her red ass presented for him swells its passion and without respite for her, he says.
"Now for your smart mouth."
As another five lashes are placed down. Her ass burning now, and the tears starting to form, he stops for a moment and rubs and coddles her ass for a little while, but it is short lived as he continues once again.
"Now for your disobedience"
She winces and try to brace myself, but he suddenly stops and speak to her with such sweetness in his voice.
" You do understand, pet that I do not like to have to discipline you don't you?"
"yes Sir" she says in a soft voice of anxiousness, between the tears.
"I would much rather heap you with rewards, but so long as you continue your rebellion and obstinate behavior I must correct it, if I let it just slide, how will you ever be the refined lady you were meant to become?"
"You will learn the proper respect for me,wont you?"
"Yes Sir"
And then he continued another five whacks to each cheek to make his point known. She screamed out and cried loudly now.
When will I ever learn to bite my tongue. I put him through this displeasure out of my own lack of self control and selfishness.she began to think to herself.
"I'm sorry Sir that I made you do this. I will watch my mouth next time."
" Oh......yes you will."
Still with a scowl on his face he had only begun to make his point to her.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out the hard shaft. Grasping it in one hand, and her waist in the other he slid it between the moist lips and plunged deep within. Grasping her hair, and pulling her head back towards him. She gasps and he pulls her ear towards his mouth, and softly whispers
" I don't want to hear one word, not a peep,not even a moan, and don't you dare cum until you beg me for permission."
Continuing to ride her from behind fast and hard. He let's go of her hair using his free hand to unlatch the clasp on her bra and yank it off of her. Reaching underneath her, he grasps her breasts roughly, and begins pinching and twisting on the now hard nipples. Deciding he wants to see her, he pulls out and flips her on her back on the table. Seeing the white flour splotches on her heightens his pleasure as he goes back to mercilessly pounding inside her. Pulling her legs up on his shoulders, he plunges deeper than before and scoops up some of the liquid leaking from her onto his finger rubs it in the flour on her chest and pushes the finger into her mouth "Taste this new pastry I've created" He knows she hates tasting herself and the mixture leaves a bittersweet taste in her mouth. He laughs like an evil villain, on a Saturday morning cartoon.
He moves faster and harder, every vein on the shaft feeling the caress of every movement in her lips and the flesh inside. Drawing him in, holding him tight until he releases finally, deep within her, each release cums with a jerk inside, the head bouncing again and again. When he is done, he drags it out of her and looks at the half hard shaft covered in juices.
She is gasping for breath and can barely stand the anticipation. She is so close. She must have release.
"Sir?......... Permission to cum Sir?".....she says between shallow breaths her body aching.
"NO!"
"Finish cleaning up the mess," he mutters as he turns to leave zipping up as he goes.
