Training Day #21+, NSFW

Just a little bit of naughty fiction, to start the week off right…

XOXO,

nora

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She stood before him, fidgeting, unsure of what he might do next.  From experience she knew that he was always full of surprises.

He was seated on the couch, calm and confident, watching her.  He stroked his chin as if in deep contemplation. 

She cleared her throat and then blushed at how loud she sounded.  She looked at the floor, her cheeks inflamed. 

“Nervous?” he asked her, casually.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. 

“Good,” he said. 

He left her standing like that, squirming, embarrassed, nervous of what was to come for another minute or so.  He said nothing, but his eyes moved over every inch of her body.

Finally, he said, “Take your clothes off, please.”

She began to undress but stopped when she saw his eyebrow raised.  She had failed to respond.  She was always to respond with “Yes, Sir” when he gave her a command.

“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, continuing to undress.

He nodded at her but took note of her disobedience.  He would address her mistake later.

When she was clad in only her panties, she looked at him, her eyes begging reprieve from the humiliation of undressing before him but she saw only determination there.

She slipped off her panties, folded them neatly, and set them with the rest of her clothing. 

“Position one, please,” he said, his tone firm.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, moving quickly into position.  Sir had been teaching her his preferred positions for her body.  She stood upright facing him, legs about a foot apart, arms crossed behind her back above her bottom.  Her breasts stood out nicely in this position.  She lowered her gaze to the floor. 

He rose from his position on the couch, towering over her.  He looked her over as one might inspect a prized horse.  He cupped one breast as if testing its weight.  He trailed a finger down the side of her face. 

“Turn,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” her reply came quick this time, and she obeyed him immediately.  The power was radiating off him, igniting her submission. 

Moving to her side, he placed his left-hand low on her tummy.  He felt her shiver at his touch.

His right- hand began to slap her bottom, alternating sides.  Small cries escaped her lips, but she remained still.  When her bottom was warm and pink, he stopped spanking her but grabbed each bottom cheek firmly. 

“Position four, please,” he said, releasing the warm flesh of her bottom from his hand.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, immediately moving into her next position.  She was now bent in half, her legs straight and slightly parted, her hands clasped behind her knees.  Her bottom was pointed to the sky, for inspection or for discipline.  In this position, she knew he could see everything…the slick slit between her legs, the little rosebud of her anus… her own moisture coating her thighs…  She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, blushing hotly at the idea of what she must look like.

To him, she looked perfect.  She had presented herself before him, with no hesitation, her pretty bottom right up in the air.  He noted how wet she was, smiling to himself.  She responded so beautifully to his training.

He picked up the long wooden ruler, slapping it once across his palm, enjoying the way she quivered before him. He laid the ruler across her upturned bottom and held it there firmly against her bare skin.  She held her position, readying herself for the pain.

She didn’t have to wait long.  He began to apply brisk strokes of that heavy ruler across her bottom and thighs, eliciting cries of anguish from his girl.  With machine like precision, he laid stroke after neatly overlapping stroke to her bare backside, painting the entire canvas red.  Soon he could see the tears falling and could hear them in her voice.  He didn’t let this deter his course.  She would suffer for him, and later…if she continued to please him…she would be rewarded for her obedience. 

Her spanking lasted several minutes.  When he finally laid the ruler down and cupped her bottom, checking his work, her skin was blazing hot.  Leaving her in this position to cry her pretty tears, he retrieved the glass plug from the drawer.  Never taking his eyes off her gorgeous, red hot bottom, he coated the plug with lube. 

She cried out in surprise when his lubed fingers began probing her bottom. 

“Relax,” he ordered.

She did her best to obey, trying to un-clench. 

His fingers resumed exploration, coating her naughty hole with lube.  And suddenly, the tip of the glass plug was inserted in her bottom. 

She cried out from the sudden intrusion.  The plug was cold and hard and invasive!

He moved it slowly…in just a little, and back out.  In just a little more, and back out…until finally…he gave it a firm push and the plug was nestled firmly between her cheeks.  She squealed, but remained in position, her red cheeks high in the air. 

He smiled, patting her bottom affectionately, and returned to the couch.  He watched her for about a minute.  He could see how wet she was, could smell her arousal at his treatment of her. 

“Come here,” he said.

She rose out of position, her knees a bit shaky, and made her way to him.

He patted his knee. 

“Over you go, my sweet,” he said, smiling at her.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded, laying over his knee. 

He loved having her like this, her body fully accessible to him.  Her breasts over one knee, and her bottom over the other.  In this position he had access to all three of her holes and he planned to take advantage of that.

“I am very proud of how you took your spanking, my girl,” he told her, squeezing her bottom cheeks firmly.  “You have been a very good girl today, and good girls are rewarded.”

As he said the last bit, he let his finger trail down her wet cunny.  She cried out in response, her body desperate with need for him. 

He chuckled at her wantonness.  He would bring her pleasure, but it would happen on his schedule.  She would get a bit of training today over his knee as he wanted her to learn to cum in ways that pleased him. 

With that in mind, he took the base of the plug between his fingers and began to rotate it in her bottom.  She cried out, lust evident in her voice at the sensations he was producing.  Gripping the base of the plug firmly, he pulled it almost all the way out, and then pushed it back in. 

She squealed and because she wiggled just a bit too much, he treated the backs of her thighs to a quick, hard spanking.

Responding to his discipline, she lay more still the next time around…he slowly pulled the plug out, and pushed it back in.  And pulled it out, and pushed it back in.  He continued to tease her bottom with the plug but moved on to other things, as well.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

She obeyed and laid there across his knee; her lips parted in a pretty little “O”. 

While continuing to fuck her slowly with the plug with one hand, he inserted the thumb of his other hand between her parted lips.

“Suck me gently,” he ordered.  She immediately complied, closing her eyes, and worshiping his thumb with her mouth.  He felt himself grow hard with her efforts and made plans to slip his cock between those pretty little lips later.

He began to fuck her harder and faster with the plug.  She moaned while she suckled his finger.  Giving the plug one final thrust, he lodged it deeply between her throbbing cheeks.  He took his finger from her mouth and began to tweak her nipples.  His other hand found her throbbing clit.

“You will cum for me, my girl,” he told her, manipulating her pleasure spots.  She began to moan and squirm as her pleasure mounted. 

“You are mine now, you belong to me.  Your pleasure is mine and you will cum at my discretion,” he told her this matter-of -factly, his fingers continuing to fuck her pussy. 

She moaned in response; her eyes closed. 

“You were my good girl today and so I am choosing to give you this reward,” he told her, wanting her mind to be full of his voice.

“Do you understand me, young lady?” he asked, starting to fuck her faster with fingers.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed, right on the brink of ecstasy.

He tortured her a few moments longer.

“You may come now, my girl,” he said, his fingers working their magic.

And cum she did.  She cried out as the pleasure washed over her body…his nimble fingers working her clit and cunny just right as his other hand tweaked her nipples.  Her body trembled as she released, her naked form wriggling across his lap.  Her juices gushed, soaking his jeans.  As the final aftershocks of ecstasy washed over her, she lay limply over his knee, completely spent.

He gathered her up into his arms, sitting her on his lap.  He rocked her gently, pressing his lips to her forehead. 

“Good girl,” he murmured into her hair, continuing to hold her close, letting her come down slowly.  She laid her head against his chest, her breathing slowing.  He smiled into her hair, holding her close. 

After a good deal of time spent in his strong embrace, he took her chin in his hand, bringing her gaze to his.  He smiled at her.

“Position seven, my girl,” was all he said. 

Submission in her heart, she rose from his lap, but dropped into a kneeling position before him.  She crossed her arms behind her back and opened her mouth, waiting.

He didn’t make her wait long.  He would now further her training in worshiping his cock with that pretty little mouth.  He sighed in pleasure as he felt her lips wrap around him….