Tomorrow… #18+, NSFW

Hello, my kinky friends~

I hope you enjoy this naughty tale!

XOXO,

nora

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She shivered as his fingertips lightly grazed her arms.  He stood over her, his breath on her ear, building the sense of anticipation with his touch.  His left hand traveled low, gripping her bottom through her panties, while the fingers on his right hand gently twisted her nipple through her tank top.  He nibbled on her neck.

Her panties became damp as the fire built inside her.

When she was writhing under his touch he pulled back, taking her by the shoulders.  He saw the animal-like hunger in her eyes, matching his own primal response to being near her.  But he had other activities in mind for her first.

“Go and fetch the hairbrush,” he told her, his voice calm and authoritative.

He saw a mixture of fear and annoyance flash across her face.

“No, please…touch me…” she begged, voice husky with need, trying to draw his hand between her legs.

“One.”

She visibly startled, eyes wide.

“But, Sir…please…” her voice trailed off as she noted the stern look on his face.

“Two.”

He could see the struggle within her.  He’d always wondered if he’d ever get to the count of three.  Just as he was forming the word, he saw her body language shift.

Her eyes lowered to the floor.  She whispered, “yes, Sir.”

His stern gaze followed her as she left the room.  He noted that she was hurrying in an effort to please him.  He smiled to himself, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.  He planned to spank her soundly.

When she returned, she found him sitting in a straight-backed chair in the middle of the living room.  She handed him the hairbrush, careful to put the handle in his hand as he had taught her.  She stood by his side, arms crossed behind her back, her head lowered, waiting.

He let her wait.  He noted the dampness in the front of her panties, and her pert nipples through the fabric of her tank top.  This pleased him enormously.  He had intended to arouse her, to make her hungry for his touch, hungry for that special release…which he would deny her.  A smile played across his lips again.  It was good for her to wait sometimes.

“You are a good girl, my dear,” he said, lightly tapping the hairbrush against his palm.  “But today I am going to spank you soundly for my own pleasure.”

He saw her swallow hard as she took in this news.

“As my submissive girl, you will endure this spanking, and after… you will thank me.”  He let this sink in a moment.

“Are you ready, my girl?”

She was quiet a moment.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she moved to bend over his knee.

He guided her into place.  Soon, her head was low, her eyes on the floor, and her bottom was raised for his attentions.

He lowered her panties, admiring the curves of her bottom draped over his knee.  To him, she never looked more beautiful…bent in submission, bottom bare, her heart and mind yielding to his will. 

“Today, you will suffer for my pleasure,” he said, in a low, loving voice as he raised the brush.

Over the next few minutes, she cried over his knee, and he spanked her bottom with the heavy, wooden brush.  Tears formed and fell as the brush stung her bottom.  He spanked her sit spots repeatedly, allowing some spanks to land at the tops of her thighs.  She kicked and cried but did not try to get up or evade his discipline.

He paused for a moment, setting the brush down on the small of her back, rubbing her enflamed cheeks.  He spread them, viewing her naughtiest place, causing her to squirm with embarrassment.  He believed that some embarrassment was good for her, reminding her of her place within their dynamic.  With his left hand, he lightly fisted her hair, and with his right hand, he probed her bottom hole, causing her to cry out.

“You are my submissive girl,” he told her, releasing her hair, and picking the brush back up.

He spanked her for several more minutes, paddling her bottom with the hairbrush, noting the moment when all of the struggle went out of her and she lay over his knees in full submission.  His spanks were softer now, but her bottom was so sore, she couldn’t tell, and she wept tears of pain for him.  He set the brush down, finished now, and rubbed some of the sting from her bottom.

When her crying lessened, he helped her off his knee and sent her for the plug.  He was pleased with her immediate obedience to his directive and that she remembered to thank him for spanking her so soundly.

She returned with the plug and the lube, standing by his side as he applied the lubrication.  He guided her back over his knee, instructing her to reach back and spread her cheeks.  She obeyed and her rosebud was revealed.  Gently, he began to probe her bottom with the glass plug, listening to the sounds she made.  When she was ready, he pushed the plug all the way in, filling her and causing her to squirm over his knee.  To her dismay, he pulled the plug back out, eliciting a gasp…and then pushed it back in.

He repeated these actions, applying more lubricant, and stretching her naughty hole for him.  The fire began to build inside her again and he could see her wetness spreading to her thighs.  Feeling that she was ready for the next step, he pulled the plug out one last time, and ordered her to take it to the bathroom and clean it.  She was then to remove all of her clothing, folding it neatly, and to lie on her tummy across the bed.  He watched her hurry off to do his bidding, her hot, sore seat wobbling behind her. 

When he entered the bedroom, she was lying on her tummy, he bottom pushed up and thighs slightly parted for his viewing pleasure.  He removed his clothing, his cock already stiff with anticipation.

He lay on top of her, his weight pressed against her sore bottom.  He took her arms, one by one, placing them over her head.  He gently nibbled on her ear, his cock teasing her pleasure zone.

“Today is about my pleasure, my dear,” he whispered, nibbling on her neck, as he guided his cock toward her naughty hole.  Her eyes widened, realizing his intentions.

“You may not cum,” he said, as he entered her…slowly filling her bottom with his hardened shaft.

She cried out in angst at this news, but he gripped her wrists tightly over her head and began to slowly fuck her well-spanked bottom.  As his speed quickened, so did her breath and her angst.  She was desperate to cum but knew she must obey him.

He fucked her thoroughly, claiming every inch of her, dominating her with his cock.  And soon, he came in her bottom, conquering her, and collapsed upon her while she was still hot with desire.  When he caught his breath he rolled onto his side, bringing her with him.  His hand began to gently tease her nipple.  She squirmed, crying out for him, needing to cum, her entire body thrusting against him.

“Tomorrow, little one,” was all he said, kissing her cheek, and removing his fingers from her nipple. 

Soon, she was sent to the corner to reflect on her submission, while he showered.  His cock twitched as he watched her standing there obediently, knowing her body was burning with desire for him.  He had plans to make use of her mouth later, but her pleasure would wait. 

Until tomorrow….