I’ve been reading through my previous postings a lot this week. Reliving my favorite rendezvous if you will. It’s made my imagination get the best of me. So I’m lying here naked in my bed thinking about how badly Sir might want to punish me for being such a brat lately.
He has such a monstrous appetite it’s hard to say which direction he may go. I do know he loves to cause me pain when I’ve been naughty.
Maybe he’ll spank me until his hand leaves a print on my ass for weeks. The welts he’s left on my ass put me in my place in the past…at least for a little while. It’s definitely a reminder to be better behaved when I wince a little every time I sit down.
He knows how much I love to touch every part of him. He could tie my wrists together and not allow me to touch him unless he says I can while he takes his frustrations out on my throat. Fucking my throat so hard I have tears running down my cheeks and I struggle to catch my breath between thrusts. Only being allowed to finally catch my breath when he pulls out and cums all over my pretty face marking me as his cum slut, his fuck toy, maybe even his good girl when I’ve finally learned my lesson.