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Authors: Megan Michaels
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her Dom or Master names. And you did both.
“I know. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
Garrett nodded at her. “You’re already a good girl. Up you go.” With a hand at her mound he hoisted her over the back of the couch, his touch intimate even if it was just to get her where she belonged. She was sure he had her juices on his hand; between his seed and her arousal, she dripped with need and satisfaction.
“Normally, I would give you a warm up, but not tonight. Not for these infractions which means you may end up with some bruising. I’ll keep that to a minimum though. I’m very careful and exacting — you can trust me. Now, a few things will always occur as part of a punishment. You’ll tell me what you did to deserve this punishment. Then you’ll ask me for your punishment, stating the implement when you ask. Understand?” He patted her hip affectionately.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He continued, “After the punishment, you’ll be required to stand in the corner. When you come back you’ll recite why you were punished, and kneel looking up at me requesting forgiveness. Most sessions you’ll be required to suck my cock as part of your restitution. Tonight, since this is your first punishment and your first punishment with the belt, we’ll forego that part. Do you have any questions?”
While he waited for her to answer, he spread her legs apart and pushed her forward. He grazed his finger at the seam of her sex and lightly flicked her clit a few times, just enough to get her wiggling.
“No, Sir.” Her own breathing sounded shallow and quick even to her own ears. It embarrassed her to have her ass raised so high above her head, to feel his fingers intimately touching her, knowing he would be looking at her sex and bottom hole.
“Okay, tell me why you’re being punished.” He patted her bottom lightly with the belt.
“I yelled at you in anger, I snapped my fingers, and I called you a pompous, arrogant ass, Sir.” Embarrassment overwhelmed her and in response to it, she couldn’t help but wriggle her hips.
“Yes, you did. You won’t do those again, I promise you, girl. Now ask me for your punishment.”I’m sorry, Sir. Spank me for my disobedience with your b-belt, Sir, until you feel I’m forgiven.” Her voice broke at the end, a sob catching in her throat. She’d never been required to ask for a punishment before. The humiliation of the act caught her by surprise. She actually felt remorseful before the punishment, which had never happened to her before.
“Now, we begin.” His low voice had a thickness to it, firm and authoritative.
A line of fire swept across her bottom, stealing her breath. She gripped the cushions of the couch in her hand. It surprised her how much it actually did hurt. She’d read that it felt like fire, and she had to agree. Two, three, four and five all quickly followed. By the fifth one, she was reaching back with her arm, trying to cover her bottom.
“Uh-uh, put that hand back down. If I see a hand coming back again, you’ll receive extra lashes. There’s nothing worse than being told it’s over and then hearing, ‘oh that’s right, you have five more.’ You don’t want that sweetheart, trust me. Keep your hands down.”
“Yes, S-sir. But it hurts so bad. It just h-hurts!”
“Then I’m doing my job well. Eyes forward and keep your feet down. We shall continue.” The deep rumble of his voice traveled over her, making her shiver.
Garrett laid down lash after lash of the belt from the crest of her bottom to mid thigh. Her grunts and groans of pain quickly progressed into yelps and screeches of pain. Her bare bottom had never felt so punished. She rocked her hips on the edge of the couch, trying to avoid the strap, but there was no place to go.
He stopped whipping her and his low voice broke into her reverie. “Do you think you’ll snap your fingers at me ever again?”
“No, Sir. I w-won’t do it again. I
“I know. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”
Garrett nodded at her. “You’re already a good girl. Up you go.” With a hand at her mound he hoisted her over the back of the couch, his touch intimate even if it was just to get her where she belonged. She was sure he had her juices on his hand; between his seed and her arousal, she dripped with need and satisfaction.
“Normally, I would give you a warm up, but not tonight. Not for these infractions which means you may end up with some bruising. I’ll keep that to a minimum though. I’m very careful and exacting — you can trust me. Now, a few things will always occur as part of a punishment. You’ll tell me what you did to deserve this punishment. Then you’ll ask me for your punishment, stating the implement when you ask. Understand?” He patted her hip affectionately.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He continued, “After the punishment, you’ll be required to stand in the corner. When you come back you’ll recite why you were punished, and kneel looking up at me requesting forgiveness. Most sessions you’ll be required to suck my cock as part of your restitution. Tonight, since this is your first punishment and your first punishment with the belt, we’ll forego that part. Do you have any questions?”
While he waited for her to answer, he spread her legs apart and pushed her forward. He grazed his finger at the seam of her sex and lightly flicked her clit a few times, just enough to get her wiggling.
“No, Sir.” Her own breathing sounded shallow and quick even to her own ears. It embarrassed her to have her ass raised so high above her head, to feel his fingers intimately touching her, knowing he would be looking at her sex and bottom hole.
“Okay, tell me why you’re being punished.” He patted her bottom lightly with the belt.
“I yelled at you in anger, I snapped my fingers, and I called you a pompous, arrogant ass, Sir.” Embarrassment overwhelmed her and in response to it, she couldn’t help but wriggle her hips.
“Yes, you did. You won’t do those again, I promise you, girl. Now ask me for your punishment.”I’m sorry, Sir. Spank me for my disobedience with your b-belt, Sir, until you feel I’m forgiven.” Her voice broke at the end, a sob catching in her throat. She’d never been required to ask for a punishment before. The humiliation of the act caught her by surprise. She actually felt remorseful before the punishment, which had never happened to her before.
“Now, we begin.” His low voice had a thickness to it, firm and authoritative.
A line of fire swept across her bottom, stealing her breath. She gripped the cushions of the couch in her hand. It surprised her how much it actually did hurt. She’d read that it felt like fire, and she had to agree. Two, three, four and five all quickly followed. By the fifth one, she was reaching back with her arm, trying to cover her bottom.
“Uh-uh, put that hand back down. If I see a hand coming back again, you’ll receive extra lashes. There’s nothing worse than being told it’s over and then hearing, ‘oh that’s right, you have five more.’ You don’t want that sweetheart, trust me. Keep your hands down.”
“Yes, S-sir. But it hurts so bad. It just h-hurts!”
“Then I’m doing my job well. Eyes forward and keep your feet down. We shall continue.” The deep rumble of his voice traveled over her, making her shiver.
Garrett laid down lash after lash of the belt from the crest of her bottom to mid thigh. Her grunts and groans of pain quickly progressed into yelps and screeches of pain. Her bare bottom had never felt so punished. She rocked her hips on the edge of the couch, trying to avoid the strap, but there was no place to go.
He stopped whipping her and his low voice broke into her reverie. “Do you think you’ll snap your fingers at me ever again?”
“No, Sir. I w-won’t do it again. I
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