He was due to come to my place within an hour, and we were discussing me getting on tinder so he could whore me out (he really wanted me to blow a guy, film it, then go back and show him the video and get him off… never happened, sadly); he told me to get swiping so he’d have some matches to look through that evening. I responded with “oh I’ve got matches, bitch, don’t worry.”
Obviously, that was unacceptable.
We had the understanding that I’d always be naked when I answered the door for him (I’m about 5’4″, almost an hourglass figure, very top heavy, but a smaller ass than I’d like), but this time he also wanted me to play with myself while he drove over, get myself almost to orgasm by the time he arrived… then he made me wait more by smoking a cigarette before coming in. I was soaking when I opened the door, ready to cum… his fingers strayed near my pussy but he pulled back and told me to turn around. He shut the door, set down his bag, and took off his jacket before spanking me, hard, and grabbed my throat from behind, whispering in my ear that my attitude needed fixing. He spanked me a couple more times, taunting me, commenting on how wet I was for him already. More than anything I wanted him to fuck me right there, in the entryway to the living room, harder than he ever had before.
But I had been a bad girl and needed to make up for it. He pushed me to my knees and told me to take off his pants. I attacked his belt like an animal, hungry for his cock. When I took it in my mouth I moaned, soaking it in my saliva, feeling it growing hard as I stroked it with my tongue. He took a fist full of my hair to control the speed, to choke me and hear me gag, then pull me off and slap me if I couldn’t take it all. I was in heaven. He fucked my face for a while before abruptly pulling away, leaving me to whimper. He ordered me to face the couch, bent over, while he took off the rest of his clothes and unzipped his bag. I faced the wall wondering what would come first. I held my breath in anticipation, and I was rewarded – a sharp, strong hit to my mid back, the multi-strand whip, my favorite toy. Daddy whipped my back and ass, demanding apologies for my dirty whore mouth. I begged him to fuck me, but he wouldn’t. I reached back for his cock but his strong hand cracked across my face again. He was in charge. He went back to his bag and I felt a much sharper pain, the riding crop, on the back of my thighs. My fair delicate skin can’t take it as much, the tears really started flowing at that point, but I held out for my dom (and he made sure to check in on me).
Finally he grew tired of mocking my trembling legs and ordered me to me knees again. I rested my head against the couch as he got on the floor behind me, swiping his cock head up and down my wet slit, squeezing my vibrant red skin, making me cry out, sob, beg him to make me cum, I said I’d be a good girl, the best girl, I just wanted to be filled.
He thrust forward into me and I felt whole again, I was so ready for him and he slid in easy, like my cunt was made for his dick. He pushed me forward into the couch and fucked me like he owned me, I came so quickly and just wanted him to use me however he liked. He pulled out of me and laid me on my back, one hand around my throat and the other groping my bouncing tits and pulling on my nipples, and fucked me harder, choked me harder, slapped me harder. I begged for his cum and he emptied himself inside me, collapsing on me, both of us sweaty and spent and oh so satisfied.
I haven’t been fucked like that in so long. Oh how I miss it…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dw4vlf/i_was_punished_for_my_smart_mouth_fm