My ass cheeks facing the bathroom mirror, I bent over, pulling my cheeks apart as I folded forward, inspecting my asshole’s reflection. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it was gaping but for a relative amateur at all things anal, I was pretty impressed with the cherry-sized gape. I tried to swallow a moan and failed as I placed two fingers in my tiny hole, wishing I could slide in another, but unwilling to risk the wrath of Sir for touching myself, especially such a tender area. If I got caught with two fingers stuck in my ass I could tell Sir the truth, I was checking my progress not trying to get off, and hopefully not be punished.
Impressed with myself and my progress I went in search of Sir, thinking of ways I could get more toys stuffed in my ass today. After wearing a plug nearly all day and night for the last three days I was insatiable. Not so long ago at the start of my training, Sir had promised that I would become so greedy for a stuffed hole, begging for whatever I could get in there until Sir was ready to cum in my tiny, well not so tiny anymore, asshole. As usual, he was right, just the thought of him plowing into my ass made my pussy wet. If Sir had come in my cunt a few moments ago, instead of my asshole, I was certain his cum would be dripping out of me all over my freshly showered body. Again, my cunt convulsed at the thought.
I found Sir lounging naked on our oversized sectional half paying attention to some Saturday afternoon baseball game. I had never noticed how smooth, and well-shaped a baseball bat before this moment. I wondered how long until Sir could fuck my ass with a bat. The idea made me both nervous, hello the size, but excited for the same reasons. Even with practice, it would be a while, but a girl could fantasize about the feeling of the smooth, polished wood pressing against my hole, the feeling of my asshole pushing back, trying to stop the coming assault, until finally relenting, my body taking over for Sir, hungry and impatient, ready to slowly pull the bat inside of me.
“Bend over in front of me Pet,” Sir ordered pulling me out of my fantasy. Without thought I did what he said, pulling my ass cheeks wide anticipating his next order. Without warning Sir shoved a finger in my ass, then another from his opposite hand. Gently he began to pull his fingers in opposite directions opening me up. It felt as if my asshole was truly being pulled apart. Frankly, it felt fucking amazing.
“Mmmm,” Sir moaned his appreciation for the sight. “Pet I was worried your tight little asshole might not have been able to handle all that I have dreamt up for you, even with ample training. But seeing how easily your asshole is spreading after just a few days of regular plug wear, I have no doubt I’ll get one of those baseball bats in there in no time if I want to.”
My asshole tightened against Sir’s fingers at hearing him voice my fantasy out loud. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” I breathed before Sir pulled his fingers out of my ass, a little too quickly for comfort. I jumped away in response, his hand just missing my cheeks.
“Did I tell you that you could move Pet?”
Regretting my error I dropped my gaze. “No Sir you did not.”
“No I did not. Come here. Grab your ankles. And Do. Not. Move. this time.”
“Yes Sir.” Grabbing my ankles I presented my bare ass to Sir, backing up until my calves hit the couch, getting as close as I could manage before falling backward. The first smack cracked loudly throughout the room, the stinging pain reaching me seconds later. I resisted the urge to jump as the second smack landed, so hard it stole my breath. The assault on my ass continued each smack harder than the last. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, ready to use my safe word Sir laid a gentle kiss on each cheek. An indication the assault was over. For now at least.
“See what happens when you break the rules Pet. What was going to be a playful smack on the ass turned into, well” Still bent over I peeked through my legs to see Sir waving absently at my ass, “Well you can look at yourself when you go upstairs and use this as a reminder to not break our rules. Now, not that I am sure you deserve it, but I got you a gift. I want you to get me the black velvet bag on our bed and bring it to me.” Not wanting to entice further punishment I silently waited for permission from Sir to actually get moving.
“Now!” Sir growled another stinging blow landed on my cheeks. This one was so hard I felt my cheeks bounce from the force.
“Of course Sir.” I kept my head down as I walked, my pussy, somehow nearly gushing I was so wet, leaking down my thighs.
The unexpected spankings had momentarily distracted me from my empty asshole, now being away from Sir, my ass cheeks stinging painfully with each step I took, my need was back, stronger than before. I grabbed the velvet bag by its drawstrings careful not to touch the actual bag as Sir taught me. He had said my surprises were always to be just that, a surprise. I was not a child on Christmas morning shaking and fondling their gifts before opening.
“You didn’t peek did you?” Sir asked already knowing the answer. My inner BRAT was quiet, my ass was too sore to willingly bring on another punishment.
“Of course not, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl. Come here” he patted the couch beside him. “Lie down with your head in my lap. Put your hands under you. You are not to use them.” Doing as Sir instructed, I placed my hands just above my hip bones, lifting my prone ass into the air just a bit.
“God, you are fucking amazing to look at like this.” Sir pinched my ass cheek, only it could hardly be called a pinch, seeing as how he used his whole hand, and I was sure if it wasn’t already red from my earlier spanking Sir would surely leave a mark. “Are you ready to see your gift?”
Nodding I kept my mouth shut. We had both learned a long time ago I was too much of a BRAT to speak more than necessary during our playtime if didn’t want to invite punishment. Instead, I looked up at Sir sheepishly through my eyelashes, trying to convey not only my submission to him but also my need. I didn’t know what was in the bag but I knew whatever came out was going to end with undeniable pleasure, hopefully involving my asshole.
Opening the long black bag Sir extracted a large glass dildo, textured swirls running the length of it. It had to be at least eight inches long. And the girth, dear lord. The thought of that in my ass while Sir was in my pussy was almost enough to make me trail my hands past my hips in between my legs.
A wicked idea began to form, and I tried and failed, to keep my voice as neutral and submissive as I spoke. “Sir, do you think it’s possible to fit that all the way in my ass?”
“I don’t know yet Pet. What do you think?” He began to run his hands softly and sensually down my body.
“I can take it all in,” I said with more confidence than I intended and regretted it instantly. A ball gag at that moment would have been ideal.
“So sure about yourself Pet.” Sir said with a smirk. “And what should happen if you fail. What should your punishment be for that inflated ego of yours?”
“I was under the impression you are in charge of punishments,” I told him defiantly. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought as Sir’s sensual exploration of my body turned rough, his hand wrapping in my hair pulling my head awkwardly to look at him in the eyes.
“So that is how you want to play this particular game Pet?” Sir’s tone turned menacing making things deep within my body tighten with gleeful anticipation.
I felt the cold glass slide along my slick folds and with a smile thought, let the games begin.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogz6m4/the_gift_str8_anal_mdom_spanking_bdsm
Loved it, great dialogue!