Where’s my good puppy? My good boy?
Are you keeping your hands of that little pecker like I asked? I know you are because you wouldn’t want to upset me right? You’re not going to like when I get upset.
Aww, are the backs of your thighs and butt burning in remembrance? I bet they are. You never sit still during your punishments and you thought I didn’t notice? Well, baby, it’s hard to tune out your beautiful whines and the way your skin jiggles in response. Your hands slacken their grip for a millisecond, which could be from the waterworks that’s broken out on your back, but we both know it’s not that.
You love it. Every moment. The anticipation before, the adrenaline during and the relief after.
That’s why you come running when I call. I hear that tinny jangle of your engraved ID tag against the extra one we added, you know the one with your favorite sports team on it? I love that sound because it means you’re listening as I asked you to.
I love it too. Love to have you kneel patiently before me, waiting for my panties to fall so you can get to work. It’s the only reason why you’re here and we both know it.
And you want to fidget because you can smell how much I need you. You’re made for this and you want to remind me, right? Remind of your worth, why you’re my mine and only mine?
Now, I’m fidgeting because I can feel in my heart that you’re exactly where you belong: between my thighs.
It’s the first touch that reminds me. Before you turn me into a dribbling mess, before I’m cradling your head like it’s life support, before the panting and sweating.
Yeah, there you are.
There’s my good boy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m4j5i1/my_good_boy_fmfemdom