“Sir?”
“Why, there you are, my love. Don’t you look pretty!”
“Thank you, Sir! I do know what you like.”
“Indeed you do — to every detail.”
“Sir?”
“Mmmm?”
“I would like something, please.”
“Oh?”
“I really, really want it. Enough to kneel for you and make pleading puppy-eyes that you can’t resist.”
“And what is it that you would like, my darling?”
“Ummm...”
“I love you blushing. Such a lovely pink.”
“Yes, Sir. Please... may I have a mouthful of your thick spicy creamy cum — if I do a very good job of sucking your precious cock?”
“That’s what you want, is it? Some cum in your mouth to savor and play with and swallow?”
“Yes, please, Sir. Please please please feed me lots of your delicious cum. Please? I’ll earn it by sucking you in all the ways you taught me. Oh, Sir, I want your cum so much!”
“Want, belovèd, or need?”
“I need your cum, Sir. Your reward. Your praise for being a good girl. When you feed me, or glaze my face, or fill my adoring eyes, that’s when I know I’ve truly served you as I am meant to.”
“You need this.”
“Yes, Sir, please.”
“I think...”
“Sir?”
“That what you need, right now, is a spanking.”
“Umm...”
“I do know what you need, my own.”
“Yes. I know that. You’ve shown me so many times.”
“So a spanking it is.”
“Umm...”
“Yes?”
“Sir? Will it be a hard spanking, and a long one?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“If it’s not hard, it’s not a spanking. If I’m not crying, it’s not over.”
“Good girl.”
“I am a good girl for you, Sir, a very good girl.”
“So you’ve earned a good girl spanking... and if a good girl deserves a long, hard, spanking until she’s red, and sore, and crying, what would a very good girl deserve?”
“I... well... she, umm, I mean...”
“Just so.”
“Oh, Sir.”
“Over my lap now, sweetheart. Let’s get these panties out of the way.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, love of my life?”
“After?”
“Yes?”
“You’ll praise me then, won’t you? With cum all over my face and in my mouth and all the wonderful ways you decorate me? Because I’ve been a good girl?”
“If your gratitude is clear.”
“Oh, Sir. Of course. Always. Forever. When you give me what I need but... all the time, my center, my owner, my lover, my teacher, my friend. All the time, every second, I am so grateful for your love.”
“And I for yours, belovèd. Bottom up and legs apart, now.”
“Sir.”
— Frenulum
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