Chapter 9 #3
As fast as I can, I stand. But as my legs join together, there’s an incredible fullness in my bottom that makes me groan. I press my cheeks together and walk, shamed and penguin-like to an empty corner of the room. I give him a pitiful glance over my shoulder.
He stands, arms crossed over his chest. Jaw locked tight beneath the beard. He gives a shake of his head that makes me turn around and scurry to my position. I stand, nose pointed toward the corner, my face burning in humiliation.
“Press your legs together.” I do as he asks, my thighs touching, my butt cheeks enveloping the plug.
I whimper as my muscles clench around it.
My pussy tightens, pulsing tighter and tighter at my wanting.
“Hands behind your head.” I comply and my breasts stand at attention, my hard nipples like arrows.
I sense him standing behind me. Gazing at my bare, naked body. Seeing a glimpse of the silver handle between the cheeks of my ass that wear his angry red handprint, the marks of his belt. He steps closer, murmuring, “Such a beauty.”
His fingers trail up my back. Sending shivers and tingles down my spine. His mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking. My hands want to go to him. To touch his soft hair. But they remain, fingers locked together tightly, behind my head.
He’s touching my neck, my clavicle. Cupping my breasts.
I suck in my breath, hard, as he takes a nipple between his fingers and pinches.
“I think I know what to do with you now. Touch your body. Spank your bottom. All while plugged. Letting your desire build. Leaving you hot and bothered. With no relief in sight.”
“Huh? What?” I process his words, disappointment heavy in my belly.
“That will be your punishment.”
“You mean, you are going to tease me mercilessly and just leave me—perpetually horny?”
“Yes.”
“I’d rather have the belt.”
“No.”
“Well, what about a paddle? You got one of those lying around here?” I shift my weight, my full, burning, aching ass and my throbbing pussy screaming for me to do something already.
“No.”
“Can I write sentences? Be grounded? Clean the kitchen? Anything other than that! Please.”
“No, princess.”
A whine escapes my throat. “Pretty please, Rockland. Can’t you just forgive my little runaway escapade?
Wouldn’t it be so nice to just lay me down on the bed and fuck me?
Come on. I know you want to.” I give a sexy little wiggle of my ass that earns me nothing but a hard slap that sends me up on tiptoe.
Wordlessly he leaves me. I hear the creak of the bedframe as he takes a seat. “Come here, Tess.”
I lower my hands to my sides. Turn around, my bare breasts and pussy fully exposed to his gaze. I tiptoe across the carpet to him, breasts bouncing. He pats his thigh. “Over you go.”
I give him a wide-eyed vixen look, then slowly crawl over his lap, trying to look as sexy as possible. I say, “Oh, Rockland. I’ve been such a naughty, naughty girl. Please spank me.” Curve my waist, stick my ass up high and wiggle it teasingly.
“I know what you’re trying to do, princess.
And you know me well enough to know I have more self-control in my little finger than you do in your entire body.
You will not be getting me to fuck you. Quite the opposite.
You will spend your entire day begging me to fuck you while your yoni cries sweet tears of your frustrated arousal.
” To prove his point, he begins to stroke and pat every inch of the tops of my thighs and bottom.
Which has my body begging for him. I squirm my hips, trying to find some purchase for my aching clit over his lap. He commands, “Hips still or I’ll make you wait even longer.”
My hips freeze in place. His hand continues to stroke my bottom oh, so softly. Then he’s whispering words—things he knows make me rip off my clothes and hop on his dick. “Such a bad little girl. I know just what to do with the bad ones, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take them over my lap and spank their naughty little bottoms.” His hand comes down in a soft, quiet pat that has me finding it impossible to keep my hips still.
I moan. Several smaller soft pats land. A few on the curve of my bottom just before the tops of my thighs—he knows that’s my sweet spot, the one that turns me on the most. He continues to focus his gentle spanks as he chides me.
“When Tessie’s naughty she goes right over my knee to have her bottom smacked.
Such a bad girl, running away when it was time to have her little bottom plugged. ”
I have to find some relief. My pussy clenches, pulsing and sending waves of frustrated electricity through my core.
I want to hump something—anything. And now the plug in my bottom, which I am gently reminded of with each one of his little spanks, is feeling absolutely enormous. I need it replaced by his cock. Now.
I beg, “Honey, I’ve learned my lesson. I promise. I’ll be such a good, good girl now. And never ever run away from my punishment.”
“We’ve only just started your lesson.”
No! “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to tease you, taunt you, drive you crazy, all day.”
“During the event?”
“Yes.”
“But I won’t be able to focus on anything other than my demanding pussy!”
He gives my bottom several stingy little slaps. “Bad, bad girl. You should be thinking about your disobedience at the party. Thinking of how you will come to me for your punishment next time instead of running away. I guess I’m going to have to take more drastic measures to get through to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think in addition to the plug to remind you of your willful disobedience I’ll have to add the cream.”
“What cream?”
“A special warming cinnamon cream. It warms your privates to the point that’s all you can think about. If you can only focus on the demands of your pussy, and have no self-control, then so be it. I’ll make sure that is all you can think about. Getting pleasure.”
“That’s not what I said! I was just saying that what you are doing is making me—”
“I’ll have none of that naughty backtalk.” A stingy little spank lands. “Another word of protest and you’ll find yourself being tugged into the restroom to have your mouth washed out with soap.”
My jaw snaps shut. He’s got to be kidding. But I won’t risk finding out. Uh-uh. He helps me up from his lap. “Lie on your back. Legs spread. Knees up.”
By the time he’s done with me, this man will have seen every inch of my body in the broad daylight today.
I scoot my way across the mattress and lie flat on my back.
I bend my knees, pressing my feet flat on the bed.
With a sigh, I let my knees fall to the sides.
My hot wet pussy throbs even more when it’s exposed to the cool air.
I want to cry.
I settle for a whimper. He’s left the room, but he’s back now. Leaning over me, his gaze heavy with lust. At least I know he’s suffering too—albeit only a bit.
“Good girl. You did a good job listening… this time.” His fingers dip into an opened jar.
My eyes widen, my heartbeat quickens. I had no idea such a cream existed.
I’m unsure of what to expect. There’s the soft, warm scent of cinnamon, like the coffee drink I order in the mornings.
Can’t be that bad, right? His hands find my opened pussy and he’s spreading the cream over me.
At first it feels so good, I think I might come.
Staying away from my clit, he circles the cream into my inner lips and entrance.
As he does, a strange, warm feeling starts to take over my pussy.
“It… it burns?” I say, confused by what I’m feeling.
My brow knits and I close my legs, pressing them together.
The cream is warm, and kind of burning but it’s a glowy burn that now has my hips squirming.
My feet pressing harder into the mattress.
My fingers wanting to find my clit and rub until I cry out in orgasm.
He gives my knee a gentle pat. “Time to get dressed, princess.”
I lay, my mouth gaping in shock. He’s done with me. He’s going to leave me plugged and pussy creamed and lightly spanked.
I’m in hell.
I stand from the bed. Move slowly as every step I take reminds me of the plug in my ass. The burning cream between my legs. I’ll never make it through this night without hiding in the bathroom to wash this stuff off. Or pleasure myself in a stall.
He’s buttoning a crisp white shirt, looking fucking fantastic.
He says to me, as if reading my thoughts, “Oh, and sweetheart. Be sure to use the restroom before we leave. I know you’re facing some temptation and to not have to further your already unpleasant punishment, you will be in my eyesight at all times tonight.
As you’ve already run once today, I’ll be keeping you under my close supervision. ”
I nod. Turn to go to the closet. I catch a glance at my face. There’s a wild look in my eyes, much like a feral, starving animal searching for a morsel of food. My cheeks are highly flushed. I look away, bury myself in the fabric of my closet, and try to find a dress to wear.
This is going to be a long night.
Rockland
There’s nothing quite like a long drive in a priceless automobile, having your lady ride beside you, squirming.
Knowing her discomfort is caused purely from her desire for you to pleasure her body.
That, and the little plug slipped into her ass and the fiery cream massaged into her aching pussy by your expert hands.
I sneak a side glance at her. She’s breathtaking—her red tresses tumble over her shoulders in soft waves, the milky skin of her face flushed with yearning. That little rosebud mouth crumpled in frustration.
She’s adorable. She catches me looking and shoots me a desperate look.
I shake my head. She moans and shifts in her seat.
Her hands wringing around one another. I tell her to sit there quietly and think about her actions.
With the several hours’ drive it takes to get to the Hamlet, she’ll have plenty of time to think about her behavior.