the tv droned as I wrestled each boot off. Leaning back, I eyed you as you shuffled through the kitchen cupboards, your neckline marked with purple and yellow. Holding up my hand, I snapped crisply, eliciting only a look from your activities before you returned to them.
Again, I snapped. This time, even a glance was not provided, your back turned as you pulled a pan out. It wasn’t likely you heard me walk behind you, made clear by your wide eyes as I gripped you firm.
Saying nothing, I soaked in the sight for a moment as my fingers dug almost too tightly into your hip. “Do you know what it means when I snap my fingers?”
My fingers lifted and circled your neck as you attempted to respond, a cute little gulp as your eyes rolled back from the squeeze. “It means you drop what you’re doing. You strip. You get on your kne-“ you had begun to gasp and splutter as I released your pretty neck, interrupting me as I continued.
It was like you wanted to be slapped. Disrespectful, un-ignorable. The slap was hard, driving you to the floor. It was the second slap that broke the silence as a panicked adorable little “thank you sir” squeezed out of your mouth.
It’s so difficult having a pretty cum dump. Truthfully, I was having fun, so much fun I wondered if I was punishing you or simply abusing you for my own pleasure. Either way, i doubted you would ever ignore a snap of my fingers again.
“It’s not your fault, I should be training you better.” I might have gone easier on you at this point, perhaps I might have even relented, bent you over and filled you up. I might have, if i hadn’t have caught your little “mhm”.
Hooking your cheek with my index, I dragged you to the couch before pushing you down. My foot holding your head to the carpet as I unbuckled my belt.
“You’re going to get up. You’re going to strip. You’re going to grab the camera, set it up behind you and finger your cunt on cam while you fill your throat, I don’t want to repeat it.” I wanted to kiss you when I caught your smile as you rose despite my best instincts. Soon.
I turned the tv on as you stripped, doing my best not to do what I do desperately wanted, to watch every inch of you be unveiled. No. This was a teachable moment. Training. You hadn’t earned a reward yet. In fact, you’d only so far earned punishment.
You wouldn’t see my adoration, my excitement, my need for you till you learned your fucking place. Finding a channel decently watchable, I listened as you grabbed your laptop and camera from the bedroom.
Pulling the table further from the couch, you kneeled and offered me the pc, not daring to raise your eyes to me. Pulling my clothes down, I grabbed it. Proud of you for finally beginning to behave. “Good girl.”
“No punishment then daddy?” Not bothering to respond, I forced you to your knees and forced myself down your throat, locking my legs around your head. Placing the laptop over your gagging little self, I logged into your OF account and position the laptop on the table behind you as you struggled.
Uncrossing my legs, I gave you only a moment to breathe before forcing your head back down and pulling your ass up. Your holes now on full display as I turned on the camera. “Play with your cunt.” I didn’t have to say it twice.
Two, six, ten, sixteen. I watched the viewers rise as I idly used your pigtails to slide you up and down my shaft. Pulling you up, I waited for you to finish gasping before speaking. “Why are you fingering my property on cam slut?”
This you knew, a question and humiliation you were well used to at this point. “I made it too difficult for my holes to be used sir.” Shoving you back down, I closed my eyes. Your moans reverberating along my shaft.
There was a desperation in the way you licked and gagged. You knew this wasn’t your punishment, as if I’d let you get away with simply doing the thing I had originally expected.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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