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It was a Sunday morning and it turned out to be a warm pleasant one. He had awakened, as usual, at some ungodly hour and, rather than allowing me to sleep as he sometimes felt inclined to do, rolled over and toyed just enough to make it easy for him to slide into me with ease and wake me up with his thrusting.
Not that I didn't wake up before that point; I did. And I was quite groggy still because it was not yet light out. But as is his way, he got a hold of me before I fully became aware of what was going on. Not the first time that has happened. The last time I wasn't quick enough to get away I ended up with a sore bottom for nearly a week.
Besides being quite an intrusive way to wake up (except for being spanked awake....NOT FUN) it, all in all, pretty much always frustrated me on an orgasmic level when he chose to wake me up in that manner.
Which was fully his intent of course. He did have a fondness for leaving me empty just so he could tease and torture me endlessly throughout the day so that he could hear me beg, which drove me nearly mad, until he finally allowed that release, usually with a single word while he pushed me over the edge as only he can. But he liked to hold off until much much later from when he started his teasing, mercilessly making me wait until I was frantic and pleading.
I hadn't quite gotten to that point yet, although it seemed that this was starting off to be one of those days. And when he finished he just lay there, on top of me and breathed into my hair.
"You smell so good," he murmured and I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers wandering through his thick greying hair and gripping it, forcing his head back so I could look into his chocolate eyes.
Mmmmmm......chocolate.
"You, sir, are wicked!" I said and he smiled that diabolical smile and gave me a quick kiss to the lips before disengaging himself from our union.
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"You can go back to sleep," he said, smacking my ass as I rolled over with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Gee thanks," I stated but I was awake and figured I'd get up.
It was a blissful morning, no thoughts, cares or responsibilities for the day. After we'd both showered, we traversed the stairs. He started the coffee and delivered two cups to the coffee table. The talk that ensued mundane in nature, paper opened and houses for sale talked about. As the sun began peeking up over the Atlantic, I walked out onto the balcony to sit. He joined me a few minutes later, pulling me onto his lap, my back against his chest as hands wandered under my shorts and panties. He rubbed up and down.
"I see my naughty girl is keeping herself clean shaven," he muttered, mouth close to my ear. "And so wet too. Does my Sarah need a spanking for getting her panties wet?"
I made some odd noise, meant to be an affirmative reply but desiring to cum first before he spanked me. But I knew that was not to be, knowing him. Faster his mischievous hands worked as I pressed up against him, feeling his renewed hardness, his other hand beneath my thin t-shirt, nipple expertly being tweaked between nimble fingers.
Soon I was moaning as his hand slowed, knowing how close he was getting me to that rapturous point. He loved to keep me on edge, having me frustrated all day, especially when he planned to spank me throughout the day.
Abruptly he stopped and pushed me up to stand, turned me toward him and pulled me gently over his lap.
"No! Not out here!" I protested starting to rise but he simply held me in place by the small of my back and chuckled.
"Yes, sarah girl, out here!" A smack to my shorts to quell my struggles.
"Please someone will hear!" Hoping that this plea would be heeded, like when he spanked me with the window open. I was very thankful at that time that he granted my request to shut it, for had it been left open a few minutes longer, the people who ended up coming to the door would have gotten an earful and possibly an eyeful.
"Don't be silly, Sarah, you know I don't care who hears! Why, I may just discuss how to deal with naughty behavior in women with you upended if anyone should dare inquire what I am doing."
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Damn! Yes, I did know that. I certainly would not put it past him to do such. After all, only a few days before he had made me go walking while still dressed in my schoolgirl outfit and pigtails, spanked bottom and all! The skirt was very short and I was certain my cherry red sit spots were on display. Never had I been so embarrassed, but he claimed it only endeared me to him more, especially when I buried my face in his side as we walked past two mothers pushing strollers while he chuckled and said hello!
Wicked man!
But now, on the balcony. True, it was quite early and it didn't seem that anyone was out, even down at the beach.
But he was merciful in his own way and didn't take down my shorts and panties. No, he wedgied me instead!
"Dammit!!"
"Now, now..." he chastised, smacking one cheek relatively hard. "Don't make me put that naughty mouth to work, girl!"
"But that is uncomfortable!" I complained which only caused him to wedgie me even more and start spanking me lightly, one cheek then the next as I struggled with my unbalanced state.
"Please, please! Let's go inside so I can take my shorts off. I don't like the wedgie!"
"If we do that..." smack smack smack smack " ...we may just need to use the vibrating fanny plug so that little Sarah is properly humbled and aware of her place. Shall we do that instead?"
Damn him! I didn't answer, just emitted gasps and squeals as his hand rose and fell on my stinging cheeks which, having been spanked thoroughly the night before, were protesting on their own through intense heat. But not only that, the spanking started to re-ignite my denied state and I tried to maneuver so that I could wiggle upon his lap while stimulating myself at the same time.
He caught on to that tactic and focused on my sit spots. "You bad girl....don't you know that you can't cum until I say you can?"
I let out a small whine, knowing how this went, dreading and anticipating at the same time.
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Then my eye caught it. A woman walking her dog. Never had I been so agile in rolling off of his lap when he least expected it. As I thudded on the wood balcony, his face registered surprise and entertainment.
"What happened there?" he reached for me but I scooted back, pulling my shorts down in the process and covering my red hot orbs.
"Do you not see??" I glanced in the direction of the woman who walked on obliviously.
He finally bent far enough to catch hold of me, nearly dragging me (not the first time!) by one arm to him. "So?"
"So?? Please, not out here!"
My pleadings made a difference and he stood, escorting me into the house. As we passed through the sliding glass doors he said, "You know in here you are not safe? That it'll be much worse?"
My reply, "Hmmmph!" Then an, "Owwwwww...." as his hand connected sharply with my still painful bottom.
"Yes Sarah, honey, go get your paddle."
I glared at him. "No! You are NOT spanking me with that thing after last night!"
He raised his eyebrow. "Is that so little miss? I think you've been using the word 'No' far too much lately." He pulled me close and lifted the t-shirt over my head.
"Hey!"
"Hush!" he ordered, turning me around roughly but I slapped his hands. Mistake. It was then that he picked me up in a football hold, yanking down my shorts and panties which ended up slipping down my legs as I kicked. He started slapping raw cheeks. Hard. Dammit! Now I was nude!
We were relatively close to the kitchen and he picked up what I later realized was a wooden spoon. That thing hurt something awful and I let him know it! Mental note! Get rid of all wooden utensils!!
"Owwww...owwww...lemme go!!"
"You know this is extra," he said, not missing a beat. "The paddle is next and also..." focusing on those sit spots again. "....we may need to tame that sassy little tongue of yours too! I think it needs another lesson."
I didn't have time to process whether he meant soap or the 'other' taming. But finally he stopped, put me on my feet and made me stand straight up. My hair was all tossled and he grinned at the scowl on my face. His manly hands caressed my face then down, until both hands were cupping my fullness, pinching, pulling nipples.
"Who is in charge, young lady?"
I glared. "You." Whispered. An extra hard pinch and I corrected myself. "You are in charge, sir." Okay, so I felt a bit more contrite. Must we admit what you Tops already know?
He did kiss me then, knowing the confused state that these different actions infused inside me, hands moving around to my throbbing backside and squeezing as I winced. But only a moment did he gaze into my eyes before placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees. "Time to teach your sassy mouth a lesson."
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And I knew, yes I knew. We'd been through this before. Not allowing me to unfasten his pants did he pull himself out, hardness directly in front of me while I awaited instruction. His first command simple, a kiss, delicately, placed on the tip of his head. Then he permitted me to suck lightly on the head only, his moans music to my ears as platitudes whispered, "Good girl. Gooood girl!" I loved hearing those words and they empowered me.
As was his way he didn't allow me any reward. Simply pulling me to standing, lifting my chin so that he could look into my eyes with authority.
"Has that sassy tongue learnt its lesson?"
Gazing away for a moment, then back I answered, "Yes sir." quite ruefully.
"Good then, now go and fetch your paddle."
"Nooooo...." I gave a little stomp. My butt hurt bad enough!
"Come on sarah, do it." He turned me away from him and faced me toward the steps, giving me a swat to send me on.
Reluctantly I hunted for that stupid piece of wood that Cracker Barrel likes to call a 'game'. I delivered it to him obediently where he sat on the couch, cigar in his mouth and a second cup of coffee in his hand.
He pulled me to sit in his lap a moment, facing the balcony which overlooked the ocean. "See the sky?" he whispered and I nodded. It was a lovely mix of colors, red pink and nearly purple as the sun continued to rise and radiate its warmth. "I plan to match your bottom to it."
I laughed and managed to give him a small punch before he upended my naked body easily over his lap. No hand, just the paddle and my arms and legs were flying immediately while he joyfully did what he genuinely loves to do. And that is spank. For any reason.
Before long I had managed to pull myself away from him enough to touch the floor. I slapped at the floor with my hands, 'owwwing' and squirming, apologizing for I don't know what. And with my ass fully in flames, he probed me deeply, causing me to gasp in a different way and renew my vigorous struggling. Second hand slapped while fingers danced in and out, catching that small nub and making me nearly dizzy as I climbed that invisible mountain. Hoping he'd have mercy, feeling that thumb wet with my juices creep between my red hot cheeks and toy with that virgin entry (or exit, however you may look at it).
I sucked in a harsh breath and automatically clenched.
"Now, baby relax..." soothing as his thumb intruded ever deeper, other fingers still busy in their own endeavor. While his right hand was multi-tasking, his left was giving occasional slaps to my burning fanny, the sensations all mixing together. My head swam in a sea of subspace, my body overwhelmed by such intrusions.
"Do you want to cum, my sweet?" he asked in that low, gravelly voice of his.
Breath harsh, raspy, "Yessss..."
Fingers manipulating knowingly, that thumb gyrating inside, spreading me slightly, in and out slowly, expanding the tight muscle, making me arch and moan. Gawd, what was he doing to me?
"Ask, my sweet babygirl," he commanded.
Ask? Ask what? My mind had temporarily shut down....floating, floating, floating...
A sudden thrust of thumb yanked me back down, the jolt harsh.
"Oooooh, pleeeeeease....may I...." sucking in a lung full of air, almost suffocating. I was almost there, if only he'd let me, not deny me....."Sir please!"
"Please what, sarah?" his voice steady, calm against my desperation, fingers steady as well, deliberate in their torture. "Say it. Be a good girl and say it."
"May I cum for you?" There! There! My mind begging silently that he'd say yes, that if he said 'no' I'd do it anyway and face the consequences.
He didn't answer and I teetered on the edge, just waiting, waiting for that one word that would allow me release. His hands knowing just what to do, perfectly then a, "Cum for me sarahbaby. Cum hard for me."
And OMG, I don't even remember what he said or did for a few minutes after hearing those words. I was riding that wave all the way into shore while his hands slapped, fingers worked as I focused on the heat in my belly that spread from the source of spasms into my belly and eventually into my whole body, the tingling flowing into my limbs then back into my core. No respite did he allow and I found myself begging, pleading for him to stop as I rose and fell continuously.
And when he did finally stop, I was a muddled mess of a very satiated little girl, curled up in his lap with my legs up to my chest as he stroked my warm bottom and held me close. This was my favorite part, to be held. To feel cared for and very safe in his arms.
In silence we watched the golden sun rise fully on that lazy Sunday morning, lost in our own piece of heaven for the moment. Being in his arms made every other bad thing melt away from my mind. In his arms, I felt perfect, beautiful and most importantly, sheltered.
And that's really all I wanted.
The End
By Sarah Thorne
