Punished for being needy [M/F]

I like being ignored. I like earning attention and affection.

I’ve been horny for a while. Not the dramatic kind of horny, but the low level background noise of neediness. I can feel myself starting to get desperate.

You’re in your home office staring at your computer. I want your attention so tap you into he shoulder, but you brush me off.

Ok, regroup. More enticing. I take my shirt off at try again. I’m wearing a cute lacy bra and I rub my tits playfully against your arm.

Nothing. You brush me off again.

I’m not giving up that easy though. I slowly start pulling my pants down in your peripheral. This gets your attention. Finally.

You chastise me for my desperate behavior. You tell me to go get dressed and you’ll come to me when YOU want me.

I try to be patient, but it’s not working, so I try again. This time I sit on your desk, legs spread and slowly slide my fingers across my slit. Worst case scenario, you’ll give me a punish fuck, and that’s better than no fuck at all.

You look at me, you’re mostly furious but a little amused at the audacity. You decide if attention is what I want, it’s what you’ll give me. You stand up and tower over me. With gritted teeth you tell me to get the fuck off of your desk.

You tell me to get on my hands and knees because I’m going to be punished and I’m not going to like it.

Paddle or cane? Hmm. Paddle it is.

The first swat is soft. Not because you’re feeling lenient, but because you’ll enjoy letting me think I got off easy, only to prove me wrong.

I let out a little moan, it hurts of course, but fuck it also feels good. Another soft swat, and another moan of pleasure.

The third swat is firm. The full force of the paddle hits my ass and it hurts. I recoil, which earns me another swat. You sarcastically ask if I’m enjoying the attention.

Another swat and by this time my eyes are tearing up involuntarily. I say I’m sorry, that I should’ve been more patient. But it’s too late for apologies, you give another firm swat.

You tell me the rest will go smoother if I hold still and take it. Feeling remorseful, i try my hardest to hold still and get it over with.

Another swat and my only response is a small gasp of pain.

You decide to switch to the cane. Time to change positions. You tell me to roll onto my back and hold my knees so my legs are in the air and the back of my thighs are exposed

You run the cane across my pussy. I’m soaking. You chastise me for being wet after being paddled. Still a desperate cunt.

You hit me across the thigh. And my watery eyes overflow.

I bite my lip and try to slow my breathing. I’m bracing for the next hit, but it doesn’t come. At least not right away.

You take a deep breath. And just as I start to relax, you swat again. You ask me if I’m sorry.

I say yes sir.

You ask me why I’m sorry.

I start to apologize for what I did but you stop me, you don’t want an apology for what I did. You tell me to apologize for what I am.

I say I’m sorry for being a desperate whore. You tell me to go on. You emphasize the demand with another swat.

I flinch a little and continue… I’m sorry for being a desperate whore with a needy cunt. I’m sorry I bothered you when you were busy.

Swat. You tell me I’m lucky because all of this hitting has gotten you rock hard and you need a fuck doll to use.

You tell me to get back on me knees and I do. With one hand you line your cock up with my ass and push hard against my hole, with the other you grab a handful of my hair and pull me back towards you.

You like the way my ass is tightening around your cock. You like the little wimpers I’m making.

You’re starting to fall into a rhythm, pulling my hair so I move towards you and thrusting deeper into me.

You ask me if this is what I had hoped would happen when I disturbed you.

I say no sir.

You ask if it’s feeling good.

I say no sir, it hurts.

Good. You ask if you should stop.

But again say no sir.

Maybe I’ve learned my lesson? That I am here for your pleasure and not the other way around.

You move your hands to my hips and continue thrusting, long deep strokes turn to fast shallow strokes and I’m moaning. You can tell I’m starting to enjoy myself. You feel between my legs and I’m absolutely dripping.

You continue fucking my ass and ask if I’m so fucking desperate that I’m still turned on after being punished.

I’m embarrassed but I don’t lie. Yes sir.

You lean over me and bite my shoulders while fingering my clit. It feels good and you like the way I’m wiggling under you. You’re getting close to finishing and you can tell I am too.

I ask for permission to finish but you say no, although you don’t stop fingering my clit. I try to be patient. I wait as long as I can, but it feels so good so I beg a second time. Again you say no.

You finish with a few more hard strokes and pull your hand away from my needy cunt before I have a chance to beg a third time. Refusing to finish me seems like a fitting punishment for the crime.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vg2fy2/punished_for_being_needy_mf