Lessons in pain

I come over after a long day, to see you in nothing but a shirt. “How many times do I have to tell you? If you’re going to be on display like that I’m going to have to punish you.” I reach for you but you manage to get away. With a sigh I reach for your ropes that are hanging on the wall, and I wrestle you to the ground.

“Now this is going to be more fun for you than it is me.” I saw as I tie your arms and legs up. I flip you over and give you a solid smack on the ass. “That’s for leaving your dishes on the counter.” SMACK “that’s for eating my breakfast this morning.” SMACK SMACK “and that’s for not wearing any clothes.” I go to untie you, but then I notice that your face is flushed and you have a very distinct wetness between your legs. I slide one hand up your leg to your inner thigh as you let out a whimper. SMACK. “No talking until I’m done teaching you a lesson.” As I start to finger you, one finger first then another, you start to wriggle. I pull on your hair nice and hard to get you under control as I finger you and rub your clit in circles. “Now this is for my own pleasure.” I say as I reach for the vibrator.