Punishment

“Are you close?”

“Yes, Monica.”

“Remember what I said. You don’t want to go home do you?”

“No, Monica.”

“You like being my dirty little slut.”

“Yes, Monica. I love it.”

“Good.”

I whimper. Then…nothing. I can see anything or hear anything or feel anything. Some time passes before I call for her.

“Monica?”

“I’m here.”

“Monica, I didn’t come. I was a good girl for you.”

She doesn’t answer. I whimper again and plead with her. “I can control it now. I want to be here, so I’m controlling it. I need more. Monica, please.”

Still nothing. I’m becoming frustrated. As time and silence passes, I feel myself getting angry. She can’t do this to me.

“Monica, You can’t do this to me. I was honest and you just left me.”

SMACK! I feel the welcomed pressure against my ass cheek as she hits me with the yard stick.

“You will obey me without question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Monica.”

“And you will watch your dirty little slut mouth. Understood?”

“Yes, Monica.”

She unties the blindfold. The soft light of the room still dazes me but I come to quickly.

“Stand up and take off that pretty dress. I want to get a good look at you.”

I do as she says. My small but perky breasts stand at attention. She eyes them and licks her lips. She glances down at my soft tummy and wide hips.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I blush, not saying anything.

“You wore these fishnets just for me?”

“Of course, Monica.”

She steps closer to me and runs her hands over my shoulders and down my arms, further down to my hands and takes them in hers. She brings my hands toward her mouth and kisses the inside of each wrist. She lets go of my hands and pinches my nipples hard. I gasp. She takes my whole breast in her palm and squeezes. And then she does the same to the other one. My breathing picks up again as she alternates between pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts.

I whimper.

“Oh you want more do you?

“Yes, Monica. Please?”

Her hand moves from my breast, moving over my belly. She grabs my pussy and pulls me closer toward her.

“Take off your panties. Leave the stockings on.”

I don’t hesitate as I unclip my garters and take off my panties. Eyeing my pussy, she says, “I love a natural cunt.”

Her hand travels back to my pussy as she spreads my lips with her fingers. I feel her fingers dip inside of me quickly, then pull out. She shoves the finger in my mouth. I suck my juices off of her finger.

“How does it taste?”, she asks.

“I didn’t get enough to taste, Monica.”

Two fingers move inside and curl up to caress my g-spot. I have to steel myself because I’m on edge and beginning to feel weak. She caresses my g-spot again, pulls out quickly, and shoves two fingers in my mouth. I suck her fingers clean and say, “I’m only getting the faintest taste. I can’t remember what it reminds me of.”

Monica smirks. Not reaching for my pussy, but my nipples, she pinches and pulls them and steps back. She’s been so close to me that I feel a cold chill as she puts space between us.

She looks me up and down and does nothing. I want to come, scream, beg, kiss her, cry, leave, stay and kiss her feet. I’m chanting to myself that I need to be patient. I need her to fuck me with that thick long strap of hers. So I wait. I pout, but I wait.