Beg

I’ve been hinting all night that I want to play, but you seem blissfully unaware of my need. I know I’ve been a good girl. I brought you a snack without needing to be told. I brought you a big glass of ice water, and knelt before you to present it formally. I think I saw a twinkle in your eye when I did that, but all you did was thank me.

We’re watching bad television shows and I’m getting frustrated. I’m so horny it’s starting to hurt. What do I have to do to sting you enough to pay attention to me?

I stand up and start walking towards the kitchen. “I’m going downstairs to read erotica and masturbate,” I inform you flatly. I don’t really want to do that, I want you. You look at me and you smile.

“Why did you say it like that?” you ask me. I’m sullen. I don’t want to tell you. I want you to read my mind. You have a chopstick in your hand and you start to flick it over my bare ass. Little tiny bites on my skin. I turn around and brace myself in the doorframe and push my ass out to you. You flick the chopstick over my ass a few more times. It feels like a tiny cane. I gasp with the shock of each little slap. Finally I answer you.

“I was sick of you ignoring me and tired of watching bad tv,” I inform you angrily.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” you tell me mildly. “I heard every word you said to me.”

But you didn’t hear what I wasn’t saying out loud, I want to tell you. Instead, I stalk down the stairs. I flop down on our bed, and grab my book. You follow me down the stairs. You pick up my vibrator and hand it to me.

I put my book down and drop the vibrator beside the bed. “I don’t want that. I want you.”

You lie down beside me on the bed and prop yourself up on your elbow to look at me. “You want a good paddling,” you tell me.

I look down at the green sheets on the bed and say nothing.

“Do you want a paddling, or do you just want to go to sleep?” you ask me again.

I continue to stare at that interesting spot on the bed and keep my silence, but I can feel a blush starting in my cheeks.

“Right, a paddling it is,” you decide for me, to my immense relief. You slide out of bed and start rummaging around for the paddle. Instead of the paddle you were looking for, you find a textbook, on abnormal criminal psychology. You’re going to paddle me with that? You lie down beside me again and start reading to me about aberrant sexual behaviors. It’s pretty dry stuff, with no juicy bits at all. I close my eyes and pretend to fall asleep. Your voice stops. You trace your fingers over my face, and I smile a little bit. It tickles, but feels wonderful. Your fingers slide over my eyebrows, my eyelids, my chin and my lips. I part my lips slightly and moan. You stroke my hair and my cheeks. Your fingers trace down my neck, and over my nipples. I moan a little louder. You tug gently on one nipple, then the other. My eyes are still closed, but you know I’m not asleep. I arch my back a little. You tug harder on my nipple, pulling it upwards. I moan again. Suddenly, you’re pulling on both my nipples, drawing them together. I start moaning, then grunt as the pain begins to overwhelm me. You let me go, and I gasp in relief. Just as I calm down, you pull on my nipples again, twisting them this time, trying to lift my torso off the bed by them. I grunt, then cry out, looking at you. Are you trying to make me ask you to stop? You let me fall back onto the bed again.

“You haven’t had your paddling yet,” you tell me softly. Your voice sounds so sexy. Without a word, I turn over onto my belly, stretching my arms out in front of me, and crossing my wrists like they’re bound together.

You slide off the bed again, and come around beside me. “I think I’ll give you five,” you tell me. You’re sliding that damned textbook over my round ass. “You need a nice warm ass to help you sleep, don’t you?” I whimper, and nod my head.

“I can’t hear you,” you tell me softly. I lift my face up from the bed and whisper, “Yes, Sir.” “Louder,” you command. “Yes, Sir!” I say petulantly. I can hear the whining in my voice. I hate it when you make me talk. The book rises from my ass cheek then falls heavily onto it. I gasp out loud. “Thank me,” you tell me. “Thank you Sir,” I mumble into the sheets. The book falls onto my other cheek, heavy and hard. “Thank you Sir!” I gasp. Again it falls onto the first cheek. “Thank you Sir!” I’m louder again this time. The force of the blow is making me lift my chest from the bed. The book falls onto the second cheek again. “Thank you SIR!” I gasp. My whole body is tensed for the last blow. It lands with a deafening thud on my ass. “THANK YOU SIR!” I shriek. I let my face fall back onto the bed and gasp. I’m shaking, and I’m pushing my ass up into the air for you. You’re stroking my hot flesh, which makes me whimper and moan. I spread my legs apart for you. God, I’m so wet. Your fingers find my clit for a brief, thrilling second, then two fingers slide into my wet, wet cunt. I raise my ass higher and moan.

“I think I’m going to paddle you every night before bed,” you tell me conversationally, as your fingers search for my sweet spot. “You need it, don’t you, cunt?” you ask me.

“I do need it, Master,” I tell you.

“Why?” you question mildly. Your fingers find a tender spot and start scraping over it. I gasp and clamp down my cunt on them.

“I deserve it Sir,” I tell you.

“Why? What did you do to deserve a paddling?” you ask me. You’re working over my tender spot and I’m grunting as you do so.

“I … was mouthy,” I say. I’m getting quiet again. I don’t want to talk about how I misbehave.

“And?” you asks, working me over harder with those evil fingers.

“And I swore…” I gasp.

“Are you going to cum?” you ask me.

“Not … like … this,” I grunt. “I need … to … grind my clit … against my … vibrator.”

“Well,” you say, popping your fingers out of me, “you know what else you need then.”

“Oh, no,” I moan into the bedsheets. The only way I get to cum is if you cane my ass while I’m jerking off. I want it, I want it badly. But you always make me ask, and I hate to ask.

“Get your toy,” you tell me from the other side of the room. You’re getting the cane. I sit up shakily, and grab my toy from the top of the dresser. I position it against my clit and lie on my belly on the bed again. I grab a pillow and push my face into it, knowing I’m going to scream. We mustn’t wake the neighbours. You’re stroking my back with the tip of the cane, and it feels so good. I raise my head, and you stroke my cheek and lips with it. I open my mouth a little, and you run the smooth cane over my tongue. The vibrator is buzzing merrily against my clit, and I slide my body against it. It feels very good, but it would feel better if…

“Master?” I whisper.

“Louder,” you say.

I sigh in frustration, and lift my head from the pillow. “Master-would-you-cane-my-ass-please?” I say mechanically.

You lay a sharp wallop over my cheeks and I gasp loudly.

“Thank me,” you say.

“Thank you Master,” I say out loud. My clit is feeling very good, and my ass is burning sweetly. “Sir, another please?” The cane falls again, and I cry out. The pain radiates down through my flesh and muscle, right to my sweet little clit. “Thank you Master! Another please Sir?” And again the cane cuts through me. I’m so close to cumming. “Thank you Master, another please?” I’m asking loud, I’m forgetting the neighbours. I’m forgetting I hate to ask. Another sweet cutting pain radiates through my body. “Thank you Master, oh, god, Master, may I cum?”

“No,” you tell me flatly.

I start to whine, I don’t know if I can hold it back. “You’ll take three more before you cum,” you tell me, and to help me out, you lay another across my ass. “Thank you Master!” I gasp. I don’t know if I can stay on the edge much longer. Each caning is driving my body against the vibrator harder. You cane me again. “Thank you Master!” I shriek. Finally, you give me the last caning, saying “Now,” as you do it. “Thank you Master, cumming!” I scream. My whole body shudders as my hot ass ripples with the pain and my clit throbs against the vibrator. Slowly, my body returns to normal, but that hateful vibrator is still against my clit, buzzing away happily, not understanding how sensitive I am right now.

“You had your cum,” you tell me softly. It’s the rule. I get one cum for myself, and I have one for you. I sigh, and position myself over the vibrator again. It won’t take long this time.

“Please, Master, would you cane my ass again?” I ask beseechingly.

“My, you are a little pain slut, aren’t you?” you say, amused.

“Please Sir?” I beg, all pretences of reticence gone now. Whack! The cane falls onto me, and I moan out loud. “Thank you Master. May I have another?” Slap! The pain is exquisite, and so much sweeter than the buzzing against my clit. “Thank you Master, another, please?” I beg. One more cane and you push me to the edge…

“Oh, god, Master, may I cum, please, oh, god, please may I?” I babble. “Wait,” you tell me, as you sit in front of me, your hard cock near my lips. I suck it into my mouth eagerly. I thought I hated to suck cock? I swallow you down as deep as you can go and grunt gutturally in my throat. “Now,” you tell me. My pussy spasms, and so does my throat, with you inside me deep. “That’s my good girl,” you praise me. “That’s the way I want you to cum.” I suck and lick and drive my face up and down over your gorgeous cock, frenzied with my orgasm. I need to make you cum too, to feel as exquisite as I do. I make animalistic noises in my throat, growling and grunting as I suck you deep into my mouth. My fingers are kneading into mattress, just like a kitten does when it suckles its mother’s nipple. You are going to cum, I can feel you tensing. You gasp, and your sweet cum fills my mouth. I suck and suck until the last has drained out of you, then I pull back and swallow your gift to me. I lick my lips briefly, then dive back down onto your cock. “Enough, good girl,” you tell me, lifting me off of your cock. I whimper, then remember the buzzing is still against my clit. Oh god, another cum, I need another cum!

“Have another if you can, good girl,” you tell me. I’m not going to argue. I just grunt and bear down on the vibrator. You flick the tip of the cane over my ass. My whole body is straining, harder and harder. You can feel me tensing against you, my face buried in your thigh, my hands gripping your legs. I’m grunting rhythmically, pushing myself over the edge. My whole body is bright red, needing to cum.

“Cum for me, girl,” you say quietly. I scream. Oh my god, it’s such a hard cum! I can feel myself ejaculating, something that embarrasses me tremendously, but I don’t care, I’m floating on the feeling, making it last, making it last as long as I can. I suddenly collapse on you, gasping for air.

You’re stroking my hair, praising me. I move the vibrator, which is driving me insane and turn it off. I’m wrapped around you, shuddering with the sensation. I can’t believe how much I love you at the very second. I feel like I’m made of light, and you are too, and we’re pouring into each other. You cuddle me for another moment, then untangle yourself from my body. A few moments to soothe me to sleep, but the connection between us doesn’t fade, even when I feel you leave the room. Thank you Master, I’ll try to beg more often.