Author: daddys_girl013

We walked by moonlight on the beach after dinner, my thong still filling my mouth.  It would remain there until you, and you alone, said otherwise.  One way or another I would learn to listen and not question or complain about your decisions. We got a few strange looks when we started our walk.  Mostly people who looked, saw, and looked away.   I was as grateful for that as I was the darkness that was finally upon us. I was  definitely more embarrassed than any of them were.  
Even in my current “situation” the beauty of the moment wasn’t lost on me.  To be here, with you, hand in hand, walking on the beach.  You came to a stop and I stopped next to you.  You pulled the thong from my mouth and I lowered my head. You never hold a grudge, but I ALWAYS carry the guilt.  Tonight was no different.  You assured me that this wasn’t over, but you wanted my mouth for something else right now as you tucked my panties in your pocket. Then you pulled me close and kissed me deep while you grabbed my thick hair with one hand and my ass with the other. God, i love how you kiss me.  It makes me wet just thinking about it.  
I started to go to my knees…assuming you wanted me to suck your hard cock on the beach.  You stopped me, “You’re a good girl, but not yet.”  After kissing me again, you led me back to our condo. I won’t pretend I wasn’t just a little disappointed, I love having you in my mouth.  But now was not the time to protest…..again.  Instead, I followed you in silence, watching you walk. 
Once inside, I stripped.  I love that rule – always naked inside. You grabbed my throat, kissing me hard while pinning me against the door we just entered.  The cold metal against my skin made me very aware of my nakedness. Your hand between my legs made us both very aware of how wet you had already made me.  By my hair,  you led me to the bedroom and bent me over the bed, covering my eyes with a blindfold. I was excited that you’d be fucking me from behind soon.  When you turned away for a second, I spread my legs a little further to make both holes more accessible.  I couldn’t wait to feel you inside of me.  As you walked out of the room you instructed me not to move.  I complied.
I didn’t have to wait long for your return, but I would be waiting for the cock i so desperately desired. But i wasn’t aware of that until the first smack of your paddle.  I let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Mostly pain. Of all the things I’ve felt spank my ass, nothing hurts as much as your paddle.  I almost regret the day I gave it to you. No…..I don’t. Even when you start gently, that paddle is painful. The combination of thudiness and sting is fucking amazing. Tonight, there wouldn’t be any gentle beginnings.  This spanking had a lesson to teach. Your lessons never left any room to be misinterpreted and tonight’s would be no different.
You worked on each side of my ass until I could barely stay still for it, and then you restrained me, spread eagle on the bed, face down.  Before you started again, you slid your fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy and fingered me a few times.   I moaned in pleasure and you stopped. “Noooo!” I thought, but didn’t say out loud. I never speak during a punishment unless I’m asked a direct question or told to do so.  When you pulled your fingers from my dripping cunt, you shoved them in my mouth to lick and suck clean. Mmm, yes.
Returning to the paddle, you worked my ass over even more.  Brushing your fingers across my skin made squirm, I hurt so badly. The more your paddle struck me, the more sensitive I became. 
The more I hurt, the more I became yours.  I never believe I could be yours anymore than I already am, but you consistently prove me wrong. 
You finish paddling me and gently kiss my very red and bruised cheek.  I jump at the touch but your soft lips are soothing. You release me from the restraints and remove my blindfold.  The light is low, but still too bright for my eyes.  You sit me up and give me a minute to adjust.  While I sit there, you start the shower and when you return, you tell me to stand. Telling me to look at you, you ask, “Now tell me, whore, what are you supposed to do when I give you instructions?”  “Follow them, Master,” I nearly whisper, fighting the urge to look down.  “And what WILL you do the next time I give you an instruction?”  
I do look down this time. I’m embarrassed and ashamed of my actions earlier in the evening.  You’re patient, as always and lift my chin, saying, “Answer me.”  “I will do as you say, Master” I reply, looking straight into your eyes.   You kiss my forehead and tell me to go clean myself up.  As I walk by you, towards the shower you smack my ass.  It was a playful reminder of the painful lesson I had just learned.   I yelped because it hurt so very much and I smiled because I loved you dearly for it….both the lesson and the pain.