Stricter [Mf] [spanking]

He opened the door before the sound of the doorbell had completely faded. She was always punctual. Her giddy smile greeted him, as it always did, but it slipped when confronted by his stern expression. It returned for a moment when he gave her a wink and a broad smile. Then, as he stepped back and motioned for her to enter, all business once more, she attempted to look equally serious. It worked, for the most part, until she spoke up as she crossed the threshold.

“Hello, uhm, sir?” A little giggle escaped her mouth.

He shut the door with one hand and forced her against it, his other hand on her chest, his own body quickly closing the distance. She gasped as the air was pushed out of her lungs and brought up her hands reflexively. When his lips touched hers, however, she closed her eyes and her arms fell by her side. The bag she had brought fell out of her hand to the floor. They had talked about this, extensively. Now that the moment was here, however, she didn’t know whether her heart was racing because of her nerves or her arousal. His hand crept up and as his fingers closed around her neck, gentle yet commanding, she did know; it was both.

The kiss wasn’t a short, welcoming one. His tongue wrestled hers, his teeth nipped at her lower lip. When she wanted to return the favor, he pulled back, denying her, before tightening his grip on her throat ever so slightly and licking her lips, then continuing the forceful kiss. By the time he broke it, she was panting, her eyes still closed and her lips still pursed. The wood of the door was welcome support, the way her knees were quivering. She barely noticed his fingers leaving her neck and his hands caressing their way down her arms.

“Did you do as I asked?”

He sounded slightly out of breath, something she noticed with a touch of relief. This was the same man she had fallen in, well, maybe not love with, but she felt it in her loins whenever she thought about him. And of course she had done as he asked. She probably would have even if he hadn’t said anything. Wearing nothing but a worn, button up sundress wouldn’t have crossed her mind only a few months ago. Now, though, after doing it a few times at his suggestion, she even found herself running the occasional errand without a bra or panties. And if she was feeling it, which was often, she might send him a photo of her naked pussy in the frozen foods aisle, or of her bare ass in a secluded alley.

“Of course”, she said, then added “Sir.”

He grabbed her wrists and brought them up above her head where he held them with one hand. Leaning in, he ran his tongue along the rim of her ear. His free hand cupped her breast, kneading it while his thumb roamed around her stiffening nipple.

“Good girl”, he whispered.

She tried her best to play it cool, to keep at least some composure, but when he started tweaking her nipple, not hard, but slow and deliberate, and pressed his knee between her legs, she couldn’t suppress a moan, writhing at his touch.

“Good girl”, he said again. “Turn around.”

Her cheek now pressed against the warm wood of the front door, he brought her arms down to her back.

“Grasp your elbows.”

She heard a metallic clink and a rasping sound and realized he was removing his belt. Her fingers bit into her flesh as a touch of panic cracked her arousal. Was he going to hit her with it? She wasn’t averse to a little impact play, but that felt like a big fucking leap from where they were. Her words of protest hadn’t yet formed in her head when she felt him pull lightly on her arms and loop the leather around them. Her fear fell away. By the time he was done, her forearms couldn’t move at all and her pussy throbbed at the thought of what he might do to her. She didn’t have to wait long as he put one hand high on her chest again, while letting his other hand roam down, over her ass to her thighs, before coming up again under her dress. His fingers dug into her cheek, kneading and spreading. A single finger went with a light touch from her clit to the entrance of her pussy, spreading her labia along the way. He entered her easily and she let out a low moan. Bringing the finger up to her mouth, she greedily began lapping up her own juices.

“We’re gonna have fun tonight”, he said, adding a second finger. “Are you my little plaything?”

She nodded and started sucking more vigorously when a third finger entered her mouth.

“I am going to use you, for my own pleasure.” He took his fingers from my mouth. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded again. “Yes, sir.” It came naturally, this time.

He stroked her again, more forcefully, from her clit upwards, but they didn’t stop at her pussy. Two wet fingers circled her asshole, pushing against it. She pushed back, a low moan in her throat, felt herself relaxing, opening up.

“Good girl.”

Three fingers plunged into her pussy. The hand on her chest pushed her away from the door. Her knees were weak. She fell against him, the fingers inside of her barely moving, but sending sparks upwards with the most minute twitches. Her hips moved of their own accord, her body already sensing a climax was within reach. But just like that she was left empty. He let his fingers linger on her rosebud for a moment, before pressing her fully against him. She could feel his erect cock against her ass even through his jeans. His lips found her neck and he started kissing, licking and biting her. She threw her head back, resting it on his shoulder. He took hold of the fabric between her breasts. She let out a surprised gasp when he tore open her dress. The buttons clattered to the ground. Her exposed breasts were quickly enveloped by his groping hands. She ground against him as if her bare ass could free his cock from its confinement. Her nipples were rolled and tweaked between his fingers until she could think of nothing but the pressure she felt building again. Hoarse grunts where all she managed to muster to please (please!) let him continue. He didn’t. Instead he wrapped her in a tight hug. Pressed up against him, she felt her breaths slow down, synchronising with his as his chest rose and fell against her.

“Come,” he said, “the evening is still young.”

He put an arm around her shoulder and led her, dress torn and arms tied, towards the living room. 

On the dining table – solid walnut, big and sturdy – stood a single candle, burning steadily in the dim room. Next to it two glasses of prosecco fizzed audibly. But her eyes were drawn to the satin blindfold folded up in front of it. He stopped her at the table’s short side and grabbed the glasses.

“How very romantic of you”, she said with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow and she quickly added “Sir.”

Keeping her gaze he brought a glass to his lips and took a decent sip.

“I know what you want”, he said and raised the other glass to her mouth.

She drank from the tilted glass. Just as she wanted to signal him to stop, he brought the glass up higher. Wine gushed over the rim and down the corners of her mouth, splashing on her breasts. The cold liquid felt almost as delicious on her skin as it had done on her tongue.

“Well, now, this won’t do”, he said, putting the glasses back on the table.

As he put his mouth on her, lapping up the wine, but also licking and nipping at her nipples, she wanted to take hold of his head and press him against her. But her arms were still tightly bound behind her back. A soft whimper escaped her lips. He rose up, their noses almost touching.

“Of course, you’ll still need to be punished.” His soft voice sent a shiver down her spine.

A hint of anxiety tinged her arousal, but it only served to enhance it. He took the blindfold from the table and placed it over her eyes. She was plunged into darkness. After a few moments, as the fabric tightened around her head, the sounds in the room became more pronounced; the bubbling of the wine, the flickering candle, his slow, deep breathing. Even if he hadn’t been securing the blindfold, she was sure she could have sensed him behind her, towering over her, his energy washing over her.

“Snug like that?”

She wrinkled her nose for a moment, testing whether the blindfold stayed in place, before nodding. “Yes, sir.”

He moved to her side and she heard the glasses moving over the wood.

“Bend over.”

Her breath hitched at the command, even if it was exactly what she expected. She lowered her upper body slowly, until her nipples touched the wood, and she could rest her cheek against the table.

“Good girl.”

Her skirt was lifted, exposing her ass and her pussy, now positively throbbing. He stroked her bare skin with a firm touch.

“Spread your legs.”

She shuffled her feet apart.

“Beautiful. What’s your color?”

She swallowed hard. “Green.”

“Ten should be sufficient.” His fingers dug into her flesh.

“Thank you, sir.”

She could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered “Good girl.”

His hand connected with a resounding slap. The sharp sting quickly started to transform in a spreading warmth, but not before his hand came down again, on her other cheek. He caressed her for a moment. She exhaled with a soft moan. Another two slaps, and two more. Each of them stung more than the last, but in the small respite he offered, she felt her ass glowing and her pussy positively dripping. Two more slaps and everything fell away. Her heart thumped low in her body, in her pulsing, red hot skin, in her swollen labia. She gasped when he slapped her again. Something cool touched her skin. It took her a moment to identify his tongue and his lips as they licked and kissed their way around her burning skin. He inched closer to her center and she tried to move her hips to get him there quicker. But he grabbed her hips and purposefully avoided those spots which desperately needed his attention. Every little bit of ass got a soothing saliva balm, every bit but the ones she wanted.

“Please”, she pleaded, “please, sir.”

“Color?” There wasn’t a trace of urgency in his voice.

“Green,” she said quickly, “but ple-”

He pressed his tongue against her clit and her legs almost gave way. Pushing upward and inward, she heard a low rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate within her. Only when he stopped for a moment, his tongue deep in her pussy, did she realize it was her own involuntary groan. His tongue rose higher, circling and probing her rosebud. She pushed back on him with a shudder and felt fingers enter her pussy. Two? Three? She didn’t care.

“Oh, god, yes!”

As he slowly fingered her, his tongue trailed farther up, to be replaced with his gently prodding thumb.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes, si-”

A hard slap on her ass sent her straight to the edge. She barely noticed his thumb slipping into her when she started fucking his hand. Every breath now a moan, the first waves of her climax started rippling through her body.

“Come for me”, he said and spanked her again.

The shock made her mind blank. Her orgasm crashed into her, every muscle tensing around his fingers as she lay writhing on the table, guttural groans forced out of her with every spasm.

When she regained some of her senses, she felt him stroking her back and her ass, slow and tender. She let out a long sigh. 

“Thank you. Sir.” 

“You are most welcome.” 

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. She fell back against him and felt his cock, hot and hard, nestled between her cheeks. Her hips started grinding against it of their accord.

“But we’re not done yet.” His tongue left a wet trail along her throat. “Now kneel.”

Still bound and blindfolded, still eager, she got on her knees and opened her mouth. 

“Good girl.” 

Her pussy throbbed. 

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