A Day of Denial #21+, NSFW

He watched as his girl slowly came out of her slumber.  Sleepy eyed, she stretched like a kitten, and then curled back up against him. 

His hand made its way under the sheet, his fingers grazing her side.  He felt her shiver in response.  Cupping her bottom in his strong hand, he pulled her against him for a long, lingering kiss good morning. 

When he pulled back, he could see the lust in her eyes.  He kissed her again, penetrating her mouth with his tongue, and reached down a little further…his fingers grazing her pussy from behind. 

When she began to grind against his fingers, already sopping wet between her thighs, he pulled his hand away. 

Her eyes widened and she made the desperate mewling sound of girl in heat. 

“Please don’t stop,” she anguished. 

He smiled at her and patted her back affectionately.

“My sweet girl,” he began, propping himself up on one elbow. “We still need to discuss your behavior from last night.”

He watched as the lust in her eyes gave way to something else…a tinge of nervousness, perhaps?

“What did I say was going to happen this morning, young lady?” He asked, his tone stricter now.

She blushed and looked away, which earned her a hard slap to the back of her thigh.

“Ow!”

“Answer me, Pamela.”

Looking at his chest, rather than his eyes, she whispered, “a spanking”.

“Yes…what about a spanking, young lady?”

Blushing more deeply, she responded, “You said you were going to give me a spanking, Sir.”

Smiling at her discomfort, he said, “Yes, that is correct.  In fact, I said I was going to give you a sound spanking for your misbehavior.  Do you remember me saying that, Pamela?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good, girl,” he said, patting her bottom.  “So, why don’t you go and put your pretty little nose in the corner and think about how you earned yourself a spanking last night.  I am going to go and shower.”

He watched as she obeyed him.  She crawled from the bed, giving him a pleading look, which was only met with his implacable stare.  Swallowing hard, she walked over to the corner he had pointed to.  She crossed her arms behind her back and stood there, nose in the corner. 

He smiled to himself at the scene.  His girl was picture perfect in this moment.  Well, almost….

Rising from the bed he moved to stand behind her.

“I think we’ll have these down, young lady,” he said, taking the waist band of her panties and lowering them to the backs of her thighs. 

He stood back, surveying his work, and smiling to himself.  She was now bare from the bottom of her short tee-shirt to the tops of her thighs, where her panties rested.   

“See you in a bit, sweetheart,” he said, kissing the top her head and patting her bare behind.

He showered leisurely, knowing she would obey him.  He had absolutely no doubt that when he chose to return, she would be standing precisely where and how he had left her…her bare bottom on display, awaiting his discipline. 

He returned to the bedroom; a towel wrapped around his waist.  He took the straight-backed chair from the desk and placed it in the center of the room.

“Pamela, come here please,” he said, sternly.

She obeyed immediately, coming to his right side. 

Patting his knee, he smiled at her. 

“Over you go, my dear,” he said, taking her arm.

She now found herself over his knee, his palm resting on her bare behind.  He began to lecture her on her misbehavior from the night before.  She had been a bit too sassy in her attitude, teasing him in front of their friends.  He’d given her a few warning looks which she’d ignored, continuing with her playful banter.  While he encouraged her playfulness at times, she had quickly crossed the line from being humorous to being naughty in his eyes.  When they’d had a moment alone, he had pulled her in close for a loving embrace and quietly whispered the news of her impending spanking for her misbehavior.  She’d pulled back, her eyes wide.  Her behavior improved dramatically after that, and he was pleased with the submissive demeanor she’d displayed the rest of the evening.    

Satisfied he had made his point, he ended his lecture and let the palm of his hand do the rest of the talking.  He spanked her soundly, until her bottom was candy apple red, and tears streamed down her face.  She kicked her legs and promised to be a good girl but her promises fell upon deaf ears… his only response was to continue spanking her bare bottom, until he felt sure she had learned her lesson.  This lesson lasted nearly ten minutes, until her bottom was good and sore, and he had spanked submission into her heart. 

Satisfied, he took hold of her tank top and removed it from her body while she was still over his knee.  He then reached down and removed her panties completely, dropping them to the floor.  He gathered her now bare body into his lap, hugging her and whispering sweet, loving words into her ear.  He rocked her gently, giving her time to calm down and catch her breath.  Then, he purposefully grazed his hands all over her body, allowing his fingers to just barely stray across her nipples and her slick cunt.  He felt the shift in her mindset as he purposefully turned her thoughts to sex. 

“It looks like my naughty girl is enjoying herself,” he said, teasingly, as he slipped two fingers into her pussy.
“Oh, please,” she responded, her body wet with need, her body aching for him.

He teased her a few minutes longer and then withdrew his fingers. 

Smiling at her he said, “I’m sorry to inform you little miss, but there will be no climaxing for you today.”

She stared at him with need in her eyes, her pretty little mouth forming a pout.

He gripped her chin gently.  “And pouting at me will make it worse, sweetheart.  Perhaps you would benefit from two days of denial.”

She immediately wiped the pout from her face.

“Good girl,” he said, chuckling. 

“Now…into the kitchen with you.  Prepare my coffee and my newspaper.  You may then kneel by my chair.”  With this, he put her on her feet, giving her bottom a smack. 

He smiled as he watched her leave the room, obediently. 

A few minutes later, he joined her in the kitchen.  Nude, she kneeled by his favorite chair, her arms crossed behind her back, her gaze lowered to the floor.  He took his seat, opening his newspaper and sipping his coffee.  It may have appeared that he was reading, but in his mind, he was replaying her spanking…the way her body moved, the way her skin reddened under his palm, the way her fleshy bottom felt as he spanked her soundly. 

Wordlessly, he gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in closer.  With his other hand, he freed his cock which had already been straining against the towel.  She obediently took him in her mouth.  His hand now wrapped in her hair, he controlled the movement, fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.  He moaned as his pleasure mounted, fucking her lips faster.  Soon, he exploded, his hot cum on her tongue.  She swallowed, as he had taught her, and then licked every drop of cum from his cock.  She rested back on her heels, submissively, giving him time to recover. 

When he had, he smiled at her in approval. 

“Good girl,” he said, picking up his newspaper. 

Feeling much like a King, he read his paper and sipped his coffee…his red-bottomed girl kneeling beside him.  It was a good start to the day, which would be a long day of sexual denial for his girl. 

 

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I hope you enjoyed this little bit of fiction, my dear readers!

XOXO,

nora