Bend me over and tie me up
Pull my hair back and whisper in my ear,
Tell me I have been a bad girl and I deserve to get punish.
Slap my ass, call me a whore
Tease me, fingering my wet pussy.
Talk dirty, ask me how badly I want to fuck you
Grab the paddle, spanking me every time I mouth off.
Continue to tease me until I cum.
You mean I had to ask permission?
I say “Oopss, maybe next time I’ll remember.”
You grab the hitachi, with a look of mischief in your eyes.
“Keep cumming until I till you to stop,“ you demand, slapping my face.
“Do I have to ask permission?” I ask, with my innocent voice, knowing full well that I am probably going to get caned for mouthing off.
You are getting a tad bit annoyed at this point and decide you want me quiet, so you stick you hard cock in my mouth and tell me that you’ll punish me after I am done sucking that cock. I give a pouting look as you grab my hair and force my mouth onto your dick, controlling how far down I go, then forcing me to start rimming your ass as you are toying with my tits.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I shake my head signaling yes as you are flicking and pinching my nipples.
“Too bad I have to punish your ass after this,” you say, sounding irritated.
I am thinking to myself that I shouldn’t have been a brat, he’s planning on something and that’s not good.
You push me aside, on my back, face up and cum all over my face,
“Make sure you get every drop and then get your ass up and don’t say a word,” you state in that tone.
You grab my hair and ball it into a fist,
You're leaning over, whispering in my ear.
"You shouldn't have been a bad girl."
For some reason, it doesn't matter what's being said, if he whispers in my ear, I just get super wet.
I am tied up against the wall, ass out. He has a bunch of different implements out, floggers, paddles, whips, even the painful cane.
"You are not allowed to cum, no matter what. Don't even ask because I'll say no, you don't deserve it, you whore," he commands.
He starts with the flogger.
I'm trying to figure out why he's punishing me with something I enjoy- I love floggers and paddles and he knows that.
Then it hits me. He's going to tease me relentlessly and keep me on the edge of cumming.
Wait, what's happening, he put the flogger down.
Oh great. I'm not sure what to think. He's groping my ass with his firm hands, and spanking it. I love when he does that. The punishment has yet to come. He's playing with my tits, putting nipple clamps on my nipples.
"Ouch, why are you putting those on? I hate them!" I practically yell.
"Exactly why I'm putting them on. You're getting what you deserve and it's not going to be all fun. I'm tired of you being a brat and not following rules." He goes for the gag to keep me quiet.
He's fingering me now and I so want to cum. I wonder what would happen if I do? Maybe he won't notice. Who am I kidding? I'm literally a faucet once I start cumming.
I'm zoned out enjoying this so called punishment. Is that the Hitachi? Yessssss, I love that toy.
"Remember that if you cum, I'm going to cane you and it's not going to be pleasure. It's going to hurt. And you'll have to count." Urgh, I hate the counting.
I'm trying to talk through the gag. He's setting me up for failure. The Hitachi has never let me down when I needed to cum. He's not being fair.
"Oh you want to say something? Too bad you can't. I don't want to hear the complaining," he says. "You and I both know that you are going to cum and I'm going to have to cane you. It's all part of the punishment, in case you haven't figured that out. Maybe it'll teach you to ask for permission next time." The Hitachi is on my wet pussy. Vibrating against my clit. He's such a jerk. I can't believe he's doing this. I think I'm going to cum. No I can't yet. I need to enjoy it while I can. He leans over and bite my neck. Fuck him. He knows exactly how that makes me feel. This isn't fair.
"You like that?" He's whispering in my ear, biting my earlobe. I'm trying so hard not to cum. But he's making it so difficult.
Ouch, I forgot the clamps were on my nipples. He takes them off and starts to suck on the nipples. Pulls my hair and wiggles the Hitachi against my pussy, putting it on higher. Fuck it, I'm getting caned, no matter what I try to do.
He's fingering me now, super hard. I'm so fucking wet, and I'm about cum.
There it goes. Such a big fucking relief. I came and he's taking the gag out.
"Told you not to cum, but you did anyways. Now I get to actually give you what you deserve, now that you proved that you really can't follow the rules," he says.
"You set me up for failure, that's not fair," I complain. "You knew I was going to cum, especially with the Hitachi, fingering, and being around my neck."
"You will learn someday to be a good little slut and learn how to control your impulses. Maybe even after this caning." He puts the gag back on and secures my feet at the bottom, knowing that I'm going to try to kick.
Great. He's actually going to do this.
He takes the gag out. "I'll advise you not to talk, because it'll only be more painful. You are going to count until we are done and failure to count or mess up will result in starting over. And no moving at all. I don't care how painful it is or if you can't handle it, you are getting what you deserve."
That tone was serious. I hate that tone. This is going to be hard.
Whoosh, the first one hits my ass, that wasn't too painful.
"One"
Another one "Two"
"Three"
"Four"
"Five," that one really hurt.
"Six"
"Eight." Crap. "I meant 7, sorry Sir."
"We're starting over at one," he demands.
He really wasn't kidding. I close my eyes and try to concentrate.
The cane lands on the back of my thighs.
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
"Four," it's starting to really hurt.
"Five"
"Six"
"Seven," I didn't miss that number, concentrate!
"Eight."
"Nine."
"Ten."
"Eleven," fuck it really fucking hurts.
"Twelve."
"Thirteen."
"Fourteen."
"Fifteen." How many is he going to give me, I think to myself. I'm already starting to get numb.
"Sixteen."
"Seventeen."
"Eighteen," fuck it hurts. I so want to move.
"Nineteen."
"Twenty." I take a deep breath. Fuck. Fuck fuck. I'm never cumming again if there's more of this.
"Twenty-one, fuck, that hurt."
He slaps my face, "I told you not to talk."
"You advised me not talk, which is different than specifically telling me not to talk," I mouth back. I'm already regretting it.
"Why are you so bratty? I'd think that you would have learned your lesson by now.'
Whoosh. Fuuuuck that hurt. "Twenty-two."
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-five." When will this be over?
"Twenty-six."
"Twenty-seven." I whimper. It fucking hurts.
"Twenty-eight." There can't be much more.
"Twenty-nine."
"Thirty." Fuck fuck fuck. My ass is raw and that fucking hurt.
He put the cane down and gives me a back hug.
"It's over," he says as he unties my hands and feet. "Go sit on the couch and I'll bring you a blanket and some tea. What kind do you want?"
Pull my hair back and whisper in my ear,
Tell me I have been a bad girl and I deserve to get punish.
Slap my ass, call me a whore
Tease me, fingering my wet pussy.
Talk dirty, ask me how badly I want to fuck you
Grab the paddle, spanking me every time I mouth off.
Continue to tease me until I cum.
You mean I had to ask permission?
I say “Oopss, maybe next time I’ll remember.”
You grab the hitachi, with a look of mischief in your eyes.
“Keep cumming until I till you to stop,“ you demand, slapping my face.
“Do I have to ask permission?” I ask, with my innocent voice, knowing full well that I am probably going to get caned for mouthing off.
You are getting a tad bit annoyed at this point and decide you want me quiet, so you stick you hard cock in my mouth and tell me that you’ll punish me after I am done sucking that cock. I give a pouting look as you grab my hair and force my mouth onto your dick, controlling how far down I go, then forcing me to start rimming your ass as you are toying with my tits.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I shake my head signaling yes as you are flicking and pinching my nipples.
“Too bad I have to punish your ass after this,” you say, sounding irritated.
I am thinking to myself that I shouldn’t have been a brat, he’s planning on something and that’s not good.
You push me aside, on my back, face up and cum all over my face,
“Make sure you get every drop and then get your ass up and don’t say a word,” you state in that tone.
You grab my hair and ball it into a fist,
You're leaning over, whispering in my ear.
"You shouldn't have been a bad girl."
For some reason, it doesn't matter what's being said, if he whispers in my ear, I just get super wet.
I am tied up against the wall, ass out. He has a bunch of different implements out, floggers, paddles, whips, even the painful cane.
"You are not allowed to cum, no matter what. Don't even ask because I'll say no, you don't deserve it, you whore," he commands.
He starts with the flogger.
I'm trying to figure out why he's punishing me with something I enjoy- I love floggers and paddles and he knows that.
Then it hits me. He's going to tease me relentlessly and keep me on the edge of cumming.
Wait, what's happening, he put the flogger down.
Oh great. I'm not sure what to think. He's groping my ass with his firm hands, and spanking it. I love when he does that. The punishment has yet to come. He's playing with my tits, putting nipple clamps on my nipples.
"Ouch, why are you putting those on? I hate them!" I practically yell.
"Exactly why I'm putting them on. You're getting what you deserve and it's not going to be all fun. I'm tired of you being a brat and not following rules." He goes for the gag to keep me quiet.
He's fingering me now and I so want to cum. I wonder what would happen if I do? Maybe he won't notice. Who am I kidding? I'm literally a faucet once I start cumming.
I'm zoned out enjoying this so called punishment. Is that the Hitachi? Yessssss, I love that toy.
"Remember that if you cum, I'm going to cane you and it's not going to be pleasure. It's going to hurt. And you'll have to count." Urgh, I hate the counting.
I'm trying to talk through the gag. He's setting me up for failure. The Hitachi has never let me down when I needed to cum. He's not being fair.
"Oh you want to say something? Too bad you can't. I don't want to hear the complaining," he says. "You and I both know that you are going to cum and I'm going to have to cane you. It's all part of the punishment, in case you haven't figured that out. Maybe it'll teach you to ask for permission next time." The Hitachi is on my wet pussy. Vibrating against my clit. He's such a jerk. I can't believe he's doing this. I think I'm going to cum. No I can't yet. I need to enjoy it while I can. He leans over and bite my neck. Fuck him. He knows exactly how that makes me feel. This isn't fair.
"You like that?" He's whispering in my ear, biting my earlobe. I'm trying so hard not to cum. But he's making it so difficult.
Ouch, I forgot the clamps were on my nipples. He takes them off and starts to suck on the nipples. Pulls my hair and wiggles the Hitachi against my pussy, putting it on higher. Fuck it, I'm getting caned, no matter what I try to do.
He's fingering me now, super hard. I'm so fucking wet, and I'm about cum.
There it goes. Such a big fucking relief. I came and he's taking the gag out.
"Told you not to cum, but you did anyways. Now I get to actually give you what you deserve, now that you proved that you really can't follow the rules," he says.
"You set me up for failure, that's not fair," I complain. "You knew I was going to cum, especially with the Hitachi, fingering, and being around my neck."
"You will learn someday to be a good little slut and learn how to control your impulses. Maybe even after this caning." He puts the gag back on and secures my feet at the bottom, knowing that I'm going to try to kick.
Great. He's actually going to do this.
He takes the gag out. "I'll advise you not to talk, because it'll only be more painful. You are going to count until we are done and failure to count or mess up will result in starting over. And no moving at all. I don't care how painful it is or if you can't handle it, you are getting what you deserve."
That tone was serious. I hate that tone. This is going to be hard.
Whoosh, the first one hits my ass, that wasn't too painful.
"One"
Another one "Two"
"Three"
"Four"
"Five," that one really hurt.
"Six"
"Eight." Crap. "I meant 7, sorry Sir."
"We're starting over at one," he demands.
He really wasn't kidding. I close my eyes and try to concentrate.
The cane lands on the back of my thighs.
"One"
"Two"
"Three"
"Four," it's starting to really hurt.
"Five"
"Six"
"Seven," I didn't miss that number, concentrate!
"Eight."
"Nine."
"Ten."
"Eleven," fuck it really fucking hurts.
"Twelve."
"Thirteen."
"Fourteen."
"Fifteen." How many is he going to give me, I think to myself. I'm already starting to get numb.
"Sixteen."
"Seventeen."
"Eighteen," fuck it hurts. I so want to move.
"Nineteen."
"Twenty." I take a deep breath. Fuck. Fuck fuck. I'm never cumming again if there's more of this.
"Twenty-one, fuck, that hurt."
He slaps my face, "I told you not to talk."
"You advised me not talk, which is different than specifically telling me not to talk," I mouth back. I'm already regretting it.
"Why are you so bratty? I'd think that you would have learned your lesson by now.'
Whoosh. Fuuuuck that hurt. "Twenty-two."
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-five." When will this be over?
"Twenty-six."
"Twenty-seven." I whimper. It fucking hurts.
"Twenty-eight." There can't be much more.
"Twenty-nine."
"Thirty." Fuck fuck fuck. My ass is raw and that fucking hurt.
He put the cane down and gives me a back hug.
"It's over," he says as he unties my hands and feet. "Go sit on the couch and I'll bring you a blanket and some tea. What kind do you want?"
