the ass fucking option

Margaret continued to lie there whimpering untill I got impatient. "You can't really expect to keep me waiting after I've so graciously given you a choice can you?". Margaret just lay there tight lipped, shaking her head.

"I can cut you in. You can see how easy it is, think of the money we can make." she pleaded her case.

I grasped the handle of the leather paddle, sometime you just have to make decisions for people. Taking a high straight backswing like I'd been practicing on the golf course I swung my arm down, snapping my wrist to increase the head speed.

CRACK!

Surprising just how loud leather can be on skin I even surprised myself with how loud the impact was. Not half as much as Margaret though, I watched a red flush explode over her back and rise up her body to engulf her face. Her mouth openened in a silent scream before she sucked in a great lungfull of air.

"Before we go letting fly with that line of expletives Margaret, I suggest you consider who's holding the paddle."

".... Oh... My ass ..... please.... my ass" was all she could manage to stammer out once the rage left her.

"I'm so glad we could come to a decision, I've been thinking about fucking that cute ass of yours for weeks...." It really did look cute, with that glowing red mark from the paddle still burning on her tanned skin.

"I was trying to tell you to please leave my ass alone altogether you arrogant....." she cut me off again.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to accept your first answer." I was going to enjoy the following weeks I could just tell. "Now, I'm likely to want to do this again, so I don't want to ruin that tight little hole completely do I?...."

"How long do you think I'm going to...." she interjected.

"....And I need a way to stop you from interrupting every sentence I make. One way to solve both those problems." I concluded as I paced around the table placing the paddle down on the table.

Her defiance was really turning me on, and the look of realisation on her face when she heard my zipper descending was priceless. "I don't need to tell you how bad life get's if I feel your teeth." I left the threat hanging, letting her imagine all the things that could happen to her in her current predicament.

I bet she didn't even realise the pretty pout her lips made as she bit back another retort. I cupped her jaw with my left hand and positioned the head of my cock with my right. I squeezed her cheeks between thumb and forefingers to open that pout just a little before pressing the crown of my semi-erect shaft to her lips.

Margaret's warring thoughts were clear on her face. She obviously didn't want to give me the blowjob, but the thought of anything near her still burning ass was incomprehensible.