#maybe alternate belt + flogger

[lia-is-a-slut]

Ugh is it bad I want someone to tie me down and absolutely belt my cunt 😭🥵 want no chance of wriggling to escape or flinching, maybe thinking it's over but then you're back with a labia spreader for my swollen lips so you can aim for my clit better x

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Honey and Spice

Nevermind me just being my typical whore self for Luke Hemmings

I blame @wildmichaelflower​ for starting this whole mess along with all of y’all posting those pics of Luke’s peaches today. Hot Damn, Luke is so fucking sexy it is unreal. Anyway, this is Pink Kink so it’s definitely NSFW. There’s spanking, oral, cockwarming, a bit of cumplay so enjoy! It’s also my first Lashton smut so there’s something new.

Lola had a tendency to get car sick and Ashton was the only one sober so they'd had no choice but to put a drunk Honey and Luke together in the back seat to take everyone home. He watched Calum buckling a very sleepy kitten into the Uber talking the rest of the group home as everyone said goodbye and wished Luke a final happy birthday.

On the way home the backseat got more rambunctious with Luke and Honey singing off key and trying to make the other laugh. Ashton rolled his eyes and looked over at Lola in the passenger seat, but she was wine tipsy and giggling along with them. He caught Honey's eye in the rearview mirror as she pulled another funny face making Luke laugh so hard he kicked the back of Ashton's seat. This time Lola threw a sharp look at both of them and the giggling stopped, for a second, until Ashton started cracking up at the two pouty faces from Honey and Luke "getting in trouble." 

They pulled into Lola's driveway and everyone piled out of the car. Honey had to use the bathroom so they all went inside. Lola led Ashton and Luke the kitchen, poured another glass of wine for herself and coffee for everyone else. Honey came back and poked Luke in the ribs making him giggle again.

"Happy birthday Luke," she told him, landing a big smacking kiss on his cheek. "You're 24, that's gonna be fun for you." 

They all looked at her, eyebrows raised at her suggestive tone before exchanging glances and smiles between each other.  

"What do you mean by that?" Luke asked. He tried to look innocent, turning those big blue eyes towards her, but he couldn't keep the cheesy grin off his face. The sight made Lola snort with laughter, Luke was not subtle. Honey almost lost it but then she glanced at Ashton, who was looking at her with an evil smirk on his face. 

"Yeah, what are you trying to say, baby girl?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat.

Honey slid her feet together, put her hands behind her back, dipped her chin down and looked up through her lashes at Ashton. 

"It's ok if I say it?" Honey asked, her voice sweet but sultry. 

Lola leaned back against the counter watching them as Ashton nodded slowly and held out his hand, palm facing up. In response, Honey walked over to him before slowly squatting down, eyes on Ashton the whole time. When she stood back up she dropped her panties into his open hand, receiving a tiny kiss on the nose from Ashton. Luke and Lola exchanged smiles at the sight. 

Honey put her hands behind her back again before she spoke. 

"I know on my birthday I got 22 swats and it was amazing. Daddy turned my ass so red I could barely sit the next day and had to lay on my stomach, but Daddy took good care of me. I bet Lola does the same to you." 

"You two are up to something aren't you?" Lola asked.

"No, but he said something about how you were going to spank him later and I can't get it out of my head," Honey replied, ducking her head away from Lola's gaze. 

"You're so cute when you act shy," Ashton laughed, "so what are you thinking Honey? You want to watch?" 

"Well yeah, but" Honey hesitated, and glanced at Lola.

"I think she wants to help," Lola walked over to them, grabbing Luke's wrist as she passed him.  She stood next to Ashton, leaning on him with her elbow propped on his shoulder, Luke hovering over her shoulder. "I didn't know you were into that." 

Honey looked up at the three of them towering over her. Lola in heels was taller than Luke and just as broad whereas she'd slipped off her shoes and stood all of 5'1. She quivered at the feeling of being small and helpless surrounded by them.

"I'm not usually, but Luke's ass in those pants are obscene," Honey said and Luke turned and wiggled his butt at them.

"She's not wrong," Lola agreed.

"It's lost on Ashton," Luke pouted. "He only has eyes for Calum's sweet cheeks." 

"Y'all have fun, I'm gonna watch," Ashton told them.

"Oh we'll get you involved, but let's move to the living room and get comfortable. I've got a new flogger we were going to use tonight." They followed her and she started giving instructions. 

"Guys if you could please move the coffee table over by the wall. Ashton, I think you'll be most comfortable in the beige chair. Luke I want you bent over the burgundy chair. Don't take anything off until we get back." 

Luke had just gotten into position when they came back. 

Lola ran her hand along the red and white striped fabric with a sigh. "It really does look obscene in these pants." She gave him a hard smack, the sound reverberating through the room. Luke whined and pushed his ass higher. Lola grinned and landed several more in quick succession alternating cheeks. Luke moaned louder each time, his fingers digging into the leather arms of the chair. Honey's eyes were wide, Lola could see she was excited because her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. Lola stepped back, "Show me what you've got." 

Honey struck him, surprised by the firmness under her hand. 

"Harder," Luke whined, pushing back.

Lola grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. 

"Did you say something?" Lola hissed.

"No ma'am," Luke moaned, unable to contain it. 

"Sure you didn't. Honey, undo his belt and pull his pants down to his ankles." 

"Underwear too or just pants?"

"Luke isn't wearing any, not in those pants," Lola told her. Lola took the belt from her and handed Honey a brown leather flogger with about a dozen thin leather strips. "This is moose leather, doesn't have a lot of sting but makes a good sound." She walked behind Honey and stood behind her, guiding her arm and wrist through the motion. "Ok go ahead," Lola stepped back. "Count for her Luke." 

Honey landed the first blow. Her eyes lit up and her mouth pulled into and "o" at the sound. She looked over at Ashton, who was sitting to her right at a slight angle so he could see everything. She hit him again, harder, and saw the pink stripes beginning to show on his pale skin. Lola rubbed her hand over the marks to soothe the sting. They got up to twelve before Lola stopped her again, soothing Luke's heated flesh. 

Luke whined but didn't say anything and Honey looked at Lola more curious than concerned. 

"He wants more pain, but he's loving the attention. Aren't you Curls?" Lola tugged his blonde hair. Lola picked up a slightly bigger flogger, this one bright red. "This is the new one, it's bull leather. Still soft but it's got more bite. We broke the last couple we had." 

Honey turned it over,  looking at it, feeling the leather between her fingers, inhaling the scent before handing it back to Lola. 

"Can I feel it?" Honey asked, turning around. "I mean, really feel it?" 

Lola looked at Ashton who nodded. "It's her scene. I just can't strike her like that, but this is hot." 

Honey hiked her skirt up and turned her back towards Ashton. She caught Luke smirking at her in the mirror as she watched Lola's arm come up. She jumped at the blow and saw Ashton flinch. 

"Can I have another?" Honey felt the slap across her thighs and moaned at the sting. 

"Told you," Luke mouthed at her silently when he caught her eye.

 Lola motioned for Ashton to come over. He knelt down behind Honey, his hands caressing the red marks already starting to show. She could see he was aroused, but he was conflicted by it because he was so protective. Honey decided to let it go for now because tonight was about paddling Luke's ass not hers. 

Ashton rose to his feet as Honey took the whip back from Lola. He sat back down as Honey went through the motions again before the leather met Luke's cheeks. They seemed to jiggle in slow motion as the heavy straps hit hard with a loud thud. Luke groaned, his knees buckled a bit but he quickly thrust his hips back for more. Lola nodded and she hit him again. 

"Fourteen,"  the word caught in Luke's throat. 

Six more before Lola paused again, standing Luke up running her nails along his broad back gently cooing in his ear. This part Lola handled herself and Honey knew how comforting it was. She had to resist the urge to go curl up in Ashton's lap and let his fingers slip inside her. Lola caught her looking though and shook her head. 

"Finish what you started chica, then you can have Daddy's cock. Give him four more, and hit him across the thighs this time." 

Luke whimpered with each blow and Honey could see him in the mirror, red-faced with tears in his eyes. Still, he kept counting off, pushing back for more, his dick hard and twitching flat against his stomach the pleasure clear on his face. They got to twenty-three and Honey stopped. Luke's ass was bright red and she could hear him sniffle, Honey knew the feeling of absorbing the pain, wanting to push a little further than maybe you should. She hesitated, worried again she'd gone too far since this wasn't how she usually acted. However, Lola was right there and she wasn't going to let Luke go past his limits. 

Luke smiled at her through tears. "One more Honey, let me have it." 

Honey landed the final blow, not giving it quite as much sting. She handed the flogger to Lola and rushed over to Ashton, suddenly overwhelmed. Ashton stood up, wrapped her in his arms, kissed the top of her head and began rubbing her back. Honey began to come down from the adrenaline rush, still very much turned on. Honey watched Lola tenderly rub cream into Luke's swollen skin. She praised him and showered him with kisses. Luke was still painfully hard and pressed against Ashton, Honey realized Ashton was too. Lola motioned to Ashton who led Honey back over to them. 

Lola and Luke were smiling at her, and Lola reached out to stroke her cheek. 

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to finish, but you handled a flogger like a pro. We might have to give you another swing at Luke sometime, but first, let's finish taking care of my sweet boy.  I've got an idea, and Ashton if you'd play along. Honey, I want you on your knees so I can watch you suck Luke off, but I want you sitting on Ashton's lap with his cock inside you.

Honey looked up at Ashton who had a huge grin spreading across his face. Lola played right into his exhibitionist streak, there's no way he'd say no. Ashton knelt down, sitting back on his feet so Honey could stand up on her knees in front of Luke and Ashton could slip inside her from behind.

Honey moaned as both men entered her at once. Luke's length sliding along her tongue and hitting the back of her throat while Ashton stretched her walls and she closed around his shaft, his arm holding her in place while he struggled to keep from moving. Honey let her mind go blank and focused on pleasing them. Her mouth worked Luke over, letting him use her throat as a fuck toy, gagging on his length. Each time she gagged she contracted her pussy around Ashton squeezing him as tightly as she could. Both men were practically drooling messes as she let them fill her up.  Honey's juices ran down Ashton's thighs even though he wasn't moving inside of her. She wasn't frustrated, in fact it was a huge rush to give her body over to their pleasure, knowing Ashton would see she was taken care of later. 

Lola stood behind Luke whispering in his ear, her fingers playing at his tight hole, opening him up and easing inside. Luke staggered and almost fell when she hit his prostate, but Lola held him up. "Come on Lu, cum for us baby. I wanna if she can swallow it all." 

Honey hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head. Her fist closed around Luke's length, pumping him towards his climax. Luke grabbed her hair, holding on as he fucked her face. The motion caused her to rock back and forth on Ashton giving him just enough friction to edge him closer to his own orgasm. 

Luke shouted and threw his head back with a loud curse as Lola pushed deeper and hit his deepest spots. His fists bunched in Honey's hair as he erupted down her throat. She almost gagged but she held on swallowing every drop until Luke finally let her go. 

She sputtered and coughed as she gasped for air her whole body shaking. That sent Ashton over the edge as his fingers dug into her hips rutting up into her until he saw stars. His whole body trembled still wrapped around hers as Honey clenched down and milked his cock with her walls. Her own orgasm was achingly close and as soon as Ashton could find his legs Honey found herself being lifted into the air.  Ashton was still behind her but he'd hooked his arms under her thighs holding her up and spread open for Luke. 

Luke dropped to his knees, those blue eyes cloudy with the high of his own release as he bent down to Honey's waiting sex. His tongue teased and probed her folds cleaning the mess Ashton left behind. Honey moaned at the sensation of being so exposed and open like that.  Luke sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers entered her. Ashton began kissing her neck in the spot he knew made her crazy and the two of them found a rhythm that had her spine tingling. Her legs began to shake, Luke was relentless, not letting up for a second until she was cumming almost his face. Her juices ran down his chin dripping onto his chest as her orgasm soaked them both. Luke stood up and pulled his fingers out of her. He placed them in Ashton's mouth as he leaned down to kiss Honey. Her body was pressed between the men as Luke let them taste her pleasure together. 

When Ashton put her down and the guys started to pull up their pants Honey went back on her knees. Her hands behind her back, her dress now stained and ripped off her shoulder she waited, her eyes on Lola. Lola realized this before the guys did and stepped up directly in front of her.

"Do you need something?" Lola asked.

"Need to please you, ma'am," Honey answered looking up at her. 

"Hmmm," Lola thought about it. She knew if she had a big orgasm she would have a huge drop in libido, and she wasn't ready for that yet. There were other ways, however. Lola pulled Honey's head between her legs, lifting her skirt so Honey could lap at her now drenched core through her pantyhose. Patiently Honey continued long slow licks setting Lola's whole body on fire. Luke came up behind her, his hands slipping in Lola's bra and playing with her nipple piercings as Lola's excitement grew. Luke listened and watched her face until she was almost there before he reached out and heels Honey's head completely still. She froze where she was, tongue flat against the other woman's silk-covered pleasure center, not even breathing as Lola teetered on the edge. Lola's body quivered and shook but she held on. Honey heels the other woman's legs open until Lola nodded and helped her up. 

Luke was still wrapped around Lola nuzzled into her neck as he thanked Honey and Ashton for the birthday present. Ashton knew Lola had more plans for Luke that night so he quickly made excuses for them to leave. On the drive home, they talked about what just happened. 

"Are you going to be a badass like Lola and Miss now? Should I be worried?" Ashton teased.

"God no, it's way too much work. Luke is a fun indulgence, but nothing is better than you." Honey reached over and squeezed his thigh. "What do you think those two will get up to tonight?" 

"She's going to set the camera up and rail his ass. Just the way Luke likes it," Ashton was surprised at the thoughtful look on Honey's face. "What is it? Are you wanting to try pegging now? You won't even let me try anal." 

"Your dick is too big Daddy," she shot back. "Who knows maybe we can trade, my ass for yours. Now pull into this drive-thru. I'm always hungry after I cum." 

"No way there's like seventeen cars in line," Ashton told her pulling over into the turn lane.

"Perfect," she replied unbuckling her seat belt. "I can suck you off while we wait."

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[there-must-be-a-lock]

Chief (Part 2/3)

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: Spanking as a punishment. D/s relationship. Sam’s bigass moose hands. 

A/N: For the “impact play” prompt in my 2K(inky) Celebration! Part 2 of Chief. 

Sam drops you unceremoniously as soon as the door slams shut. You stumble, dizzy, discombobulated after being carried like that. You lean against the wall for a moment, watching Sam as he shrugs off his flannel and kicks off his shoes. Then he sits on the edge of the bed and beckons you over. You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms stubbornly. 

“If you come put yourself over my lap, right fucking now, it’ll be twenty with my hand,” he says, voice low and steely. “If you keep up the attitude and make me pin you, it’ll be my belt. Your choice, princess.” 

You shiver. Last time he used his belt, you couldn’t sit comfortably for days, afterward. Granted, it was some of the most spectacular sex of your life, but… you’re not sure you’re ready for that right now. It takes a particularly self-destructive sort of mood for you to push Sam that hard. 

You swallow and bow your head meekly, walking over to him without any more argument. 

“Good girl,” he says approvingly. 

You bend yourself over his legs, and he tugs until you’re right where he wants you, ass up for easy access. 

“Shorts down,” he says. You flush a little and reach back, wriggling and struggling to pull your tiny shorts off in the awkward, humiliating position. You shimmy them down your thighs and Sam tugs them the rest of the way so you can kick them off. 

Sam runs a hand up the back of your thigh and cups your ass. He grips soft flesh, squeezing roughly, and you whimper. He drags his fingers down, sliding them between your legs, running between your lips to feel the slippery-wet heat there. You whine and squirm, trying to arch your back and push against his incredible fingers even though he has you trapped in place.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks quietly. “Or do I need to use my belt after all?” 

“I’ll be good,” you whisper. 

He steadies you with his left palm flat between your shoulderblades, holding you down, while he raises his right hand. 

“Count for me,” he orders. Goosebumps run down your neck. You hear the hard crack of his hand hitting your ass. The pain follows a split-second later. 

“One,” you say, voice shaking, and in rapid succession, counting off alternating hits on your bare ass cheeks, “Two. Three.” 

This is always the part where you think maybe you’re getting used to it, how hard he can hit, how much it stings… it hurts, sure, but it’s manageable, and you wonder if you’ve been building the pain up in your mind, exaggerating it in your memory. 

Then four and five land on already-smarting skin. When you count them out, your voice has a pitiful whining edge to it. 

“Louder,” Sam orders. His palm comes down harder, connecting with a slap that makes you twitch and groan. 

“Six,” you grunt, tears starting to prick your eyes. He’s pausing after every hit, giving you just enough time to really feel the throbbing pain and then anticipate the next blow. Your heart is hammering in your chest. 

His hand connects with your upper thighs, this time, the sensitive skin just under the curve of your ass, and you yelp, flinching away from the bright flash of pain. 

“Seven,” you groan, and immediately after, in the same spot, “Eight.” 

Nine and ten are even harder. 

Your skin feels raw and hot. Adrenaline is starting to flood your body and buzz under your skin, making it easier; everything is starting to feel a little fuzzy, a little distant, with the chemical rush. Still, Sam’s fucking strong. He hits hard. There isn’t enough adrenaline in the world to block out the way your nerve endings are screaming. 

He pauses for a moment, caressing your overheated skin gently. You try to catch your breath. 

“Ten more,” Sam warns. “Can you take it?” 

“Yes,” you whimper, blinking back tears. 

Sam’s hand nudges your legs further apart, and he brushes a knuckle over your clit. The feather-light touch feels like an electric shock. You struggle and squirm, and he presses down on your back, holding you still. 

“You’re gonna have some serious bruises,” Sam murmurs, and you shudder, heat curling up your belly. 

The next slap is vicious. You let out a high-pitched, broken, needy moan, and when you say, “Eleven,” it’s more of a sob than a real word. 

Twelve and thirteen land, one after the other, on glowing-hot skin. There are tears rolling down your face, now, mixing with the salt of sweat. You feel feverish and strung-out, soaring high on the wild cocktail of chemicals rushing through your blood. 

“F-f-fourteen,” you stammer, dizzy. “Fifteen. Fuck, Sam, fuck, hurts.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, and you shiver at the dark smirk in his voice. “You can take a break. You can come. But then for the last five, I use whatever I want. How does that sound?” 

A long, uneven whine tears through your throat. You run through the possibilities: paddle, flogger, riding crop. He could use his belt after all, if he’s feeling particularly vicious. Your skin feels hyper-sensitive already, inflamed and aching, and the thought of one of the leather whips on top of that makes your stomach lurch. 

Then Sam slips two fingers into you without warning. You’re so slick, opening up so easily around his thick knuckles, and you feel the stretch like a coil of heat that writhes through your entire body, down to your toes. 

“Yes,” you gasp, desperate for more. “Yes, please, pleasepleaseplease -” 

He twists his fingers and gets his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles. You choke out a curse. He keeps the pace slow, the friction steady, and for a moment you’re frantic, wanting more. Then his thumb curls down and around with a little more pressure, and you’re crying out, rocking your hips down helplessly, already close to the edge. The pain is amplifying the pleasure, the sting in your skin and pulsing need in your cunt blurring together in one overwhelming sensation that’s sending fire lancing through your core. 

“Good girl,” Sam croons. “Right there?” 

He speeds up ever so slightly, and you bite down on your own arm to stifle a scream as your body goes tense and expectant, pressure building until it finally explodes. The first wave of it is blinding, making you shake violently under Sam’s hands, and if he wasn’t holding you down, you’d fall to the floor. Instead you just strain wildly against the weight of his palm as your orgasm rocks through you in searing electric waves. 

You’re sobbing with relief when you start to come down, breath catching on a shuddery moan with every exhale. Sam’s fingers are still working gently, rubbing you through the aftershocks, dragging out the last ripples of pleasure until you almost forget what’s next. 

“Still with me?” he murmurs, and you groan. “That’s my girl. C’mon, now, doing so good. Breathe.” 

You take a deep gulp of oxygen, feeling hot all over, dizzy and blissed-out. The last traces of tension bleed from your body. It’s like you’re floating, wrung-out and boneless, and Sam’s hands are the only thing tethering you to Earth. 

Sam gets one hand under your chest, the other around your waist, and maneuvers you with a roll and a tug until you’re sitting in his lap, curled limply against his chest and wrapped in his strong arms. You sigh, nuzzling against his collarbone. 

You’re dimly aware of Sam stroking your hair and pulling back so that he can look at you, checking that you’re really okay. 

“Learned my lesson,” you mumble, wiping a tear from your cheek with the back of one hand as you smile up at him. “Promise.” 

“Not getting out of this that easily,” he says sternly. He hefts you off his lap and onto the bed. “Shirt off. Facing the headboard, on all fours.” 

You scramble to obey. 

The cool air on your raw, overheated skin is just a reminder of who you belong to. You close your eyes and breathe, arching your back and spreading your legs for him, and you wait, feeling safe and calm. This is Sam, after all. He wouldn’t dole out a punishment you couldn’t take. 

“Ready, princess?” he asks. 

You take one more shaky breath. “Ready.” 

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[lucky-bad-penny]

Pushing a Dom's limits....not such a great idea. (I wrote this...its a little long but hopefully worth it. Enjoy. 😘💜)

Credit goes to lilangeldevilkitten: Couldn't find the original post.

Monday was a good day, we did all our usually things, ate dinner together and then you went into your home office to work on a big project with a deadline and I went to my book club. However, I began feeling that restlessness the kind that gets me into trouble.  Tuesday you went to work and I went to Yoga.  Even after Yoga I couldn’t shake that restless feeling.  When you came home later, expecting dinner ready on the table you were surprised to find that there was no dinner and I wasn’t home. I am supposed to call you to let you know if I am not going to be home. No correction, I need to ask you if it’s ok for me not to be home afterall you’re my owner.  So, no phone call, no dinner and no sub.

 I wasn’t too late when I drove up the driveway. Just 20 minutes after you arrived but the damage was done.  Even though I had take-out you were still unhappy. I left my cell phone at the house.  You tried to call me but it just rang in the other room.  Once I explained what happened you weren’t as upset but you did remind me that I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without my phone.  We ate and then you went to work in your office. My restlessness grew and by Wednesday and Thursday so did my smart mouth.  I couldn’t stop myself.  Everything had a smartass twist to it.

You let it go because I wasn’t being disrespectful just sassy but it was starting to get to you.

 You really didn’t like my answer Thursday night when I replied with “Out as in leaving the house!” when you asked me where I was going.  You glanced up from your desk and just glared at me.  I smiled a cheesy grin and tried to walk away but I didn’t get far.  You moved so quickly I didn’t have a chance to even think about running.  Your hand found my hair, you jerked my head back and asked me if I wanted to repeat myself.

 Hell no I didn’t, not with the way your eyes blazed.  I whispered, “No Sir"  You say, “Better. I am going to ask you again, where are you going?“  This time I tell you and you give me a curfew. What?  You have never done that before.  I do go out but I didn’t make my curfew.  It was close.  I missed it by 15 minutes.  I didn’t call either.  I didn’t think you would mind it was only 15 minutes.  You were already in bed.  I changed and crept in the bed.  I hear your voice announcing my tardiness and informing me I lost my next Thursday’s outing.  I am aggravated by this and try to argue with you but it goes on deaf ears.

  My restlessness usually gets me in to trouble but for some reason you aren’t doing anything about it.  You are being more lenient than usual.

On Friday, I return from my Yoga class.  It’s an extra long class on Fridays but I feel wonderful.  I was planning on going to the spa and get a massage and maybe a facial.  I jump in the shower.  When I was done showering I dried myself off and wrapped myself up in my robe. That’s when I heard a noise.  Someone is in the house!  I dash down the stairs to check just to see you standing there. 

I sigh in relief until you told me why you were home from work early.  You were there to take care of all my little misbehavings throughout the week starting with Tuesday.  You smile wickedly at my shocked expression.

 "You really didn’t think I was going to let you get away with your behavior this past week did you?“  I did, I really did. 

You continue, “I see myself as understanding and fair.  I know we all make mistakes but you baby were doing them deliberately.  You think I wasn’t paying attention? I know you have been feeling restless.  I was seeing just how far you were going to take this.  Your smart ass answers, disrespecting the rules and even arguing with me.  It seems to me that you need a lot of reminding of who is in charge here.”

 All I can do is stare at you.  OMG, your serious!  I feel that familiar mixture of fear, anticipation and yes even some excitement. You know I need this and you have been waiting for this moment.  To see this exact expression on my face. It has almost made all the waiting worth it.  Almost.  You motion for me to come to you. 

  I hesitantly take a step forward.  You shake your head no.  “Take off the robe, get down on all fours. I want you to crawl to me.  This isn’t a scene baby, you’re being punished.”

I stare at you in disbelief. You want me to crawl to you? Just then you snap your fingers and point your index finger down.  You are inside my head.  You heard me question you without even saying anything. I felt so small just then.  It even crossed by mind to run but where would I go? You would eventually catch me and if I thought I was in trouble now it would be  a lot worse compared to what would happen after I ran and then was caught.

 No, I needed this just as much as I knew you had to give it.  I feel your gaze burning through me. I slowly take off my robe my eyes never leaving yours.  I let the robe fall  making a pool around my feet on the floor.  I drop down to my hands and knees. The distance between us seems like miles apart but in reality we are only a few feet away.  Your look is stern and I can tell you won’t be faltering.  I pushed you over the line this time and I know I won’t be able to just apologize to get out of this.

I’m usually very good but when I’m bad I can get myself in a whole bunch of trouble.  I know you need to do this and I know I deserve to be punished.  We both have our reasons as to why it has to be done.  I’m not afraid of you by any means but I also know this isn’t going to be a walk in the park either.  Your punishments can usually have me remembering days later not to push your buttons.

I slowly crawl to you and kneel at your feet.  I can’t look at you.  I mean, how can I?  I don’t know why I do these things but you seem to understand them.  You also know that I get restless and it makes me do things I wouldn’t normally do but then we have a meeting of the minds.  I get reminded of who owns me and that I have rules to follow.

You sit down in your chair and tap your leg motioning me to come closer.  I crawl closer to you then sit back on my heels.  You tell me all the reasons why I’m being punished in your calm low voice.  I can already feel tears wetting my cheeks.  I hate disappointing you when it comes down to it and hearing all my transgression as you list them makes me feel terrible. 

I see toys, paddles and other objects on the table next to you.  This is going to be a long day and night.  After you finish telling me the reasons why I am being punished you ask me if I have anything to say.  I mumble “no” because everything you said was correct.  I did all those things and in truth I think you left out a few smart ass remarks.

You grab my chin so you can look in my eyes, “What was that?“  I want to turn my head but you had such strong hold of my chin that I couldn’t move. “No Sir” I said much clearer.  “You better address me properly or I will add that to your long list. Is that clear?"  I agreed and I didn’t forget the Sir part. 

You had me get on all fours again.  I can feel your big strong hands rub my ass.  Your hand disappeared for moment but came crashing down hard on my right cheek.  Then you began alternating the smacks and they felt like they were getting harder and harder. 

I was counting the hits in my head and after 20 I stopped.  You kept going and my ass was on fire.  When you finally stopped you rubbed my scorching ass.  That helped to soothe the burn a little but I could feel the thumping of pain every time you took your gently hand away.

"That was just a warm up baby.  Are you ready for your real spankings?"  Real spankings??  Holy shit.  I glance back at you and you are concentrating at the table looking for your weapon of choice.  "I’m sorry,  I didn’t hear you."  I stuttered,” YYYES Ssir!“ You gaze back at me and smile, "Good girl!”

“Remember baby, you asked for this with your behavior.  You assumed I wasn’t paying attention.  Trust me, I’m always paying attention." 

You pick up your black leather belt, fold it in half and snap it loudly.  I jump at the sound and try to prepare myself for the leather to lick my behind with the same loud cracking sound.

The belt leaves criss cross marks on my backside.  Wide stripes with different shades of red and pink.  I am crying now but not real loud at least not yet.  Each time you swing the belt I can feel it cut into my flesh.  I stop counting after 50 swings.  I begin to think or try to think of something else.  I needed my body to embrace the pain. 

I hear the belt drop to the floor and I felt a sense of relief.  You grabbed my chin and kissed me hard bruising my lips. It was still a very passionate kiss and I wanted more but you released me and told me to stay put.  You held a glass of water to my lips and let me have a drink and I thanked you for it.

This night was far from over.  You pushed a gag ball in my mouth and strapped it tightly closed.  You then pushed my head down and told me to keep my ass in the air and spread my knees apart.  Then you took my arms and folded them behind my back tying them in place.  I am completely vulnerable and under your will with my ass on fire decorated with criss cross marks.

I feel lube go in my anus as your finger goes in and out then another finger with more lube.  You begin slap my pussy a couple of times and you hear me moan behind the gag.  I am so wet and my clit is throbbing.  You just laugh menancely.  I can’t see what you are doing but I can feel this hard cold object entering in my ass.  You slowly move the object back and forth in my anus.  It feels good it doesn’t hurt but I also noticed you didn’t put the object all the way in.  You tell me to hold it place. 

I have to use my ass muscles to hold this glass dildo that is also a flogger in only half way. 

"OK baby, you have to hold this in using your ass muscles.  If it falls out you will be punished longer.  This little exercise can take time off your punishment.  Do you understand how this works?” I nod yes. “Good, it begins now.” And you let go of the dildo. Whoa, it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I am struggle to balance this thing and squeezing my ass muscles to keep it in place.  Every now and then you will jerk on one of the tassels making it harder for me to hold on to it.  I hear you laugh wickedly after you tug on a tassel and you hear me cry out behind the gag. 

I sat like this for a good 30-40 minutes without it falling.  Then I hear a buzzing sound and it’s the Hitachi. “OMG, no.  Please Sir no” I muffle behind my gag but you can’t hear me.  I feel it on my little clit and you remind me to hold the dildo in place or I won’t cum for a while.  You have never done anything like this before.  This is pure torture.  At one point I almost lost control and forgot about the dildo in my ass.  “Baby, you better not cum now either because I am not giving you permission to." 

So here I am kneeling, with my colored criss crossed ass in the air, a dildo with a flogger sticking half way out, and a Hitachi to my clit.  I can’t cum or let go of the dildo or there will be consequences. My ass is on fire with its own little heartbeat.  I am completely helpless and under my owner’s will or should I say wrath.  It went on like this for an hour.  I had tears streaming down my face.  I almost gave up.  I was becoming sore from holding the dildo in place and I wanted to cum so bad. 

I hear the Hitachi turn off and you putting it on the table.  I feel the dildo slide out of my ass slowly.   You are behind me kneeling.  You tell me you are very proud of me and I just nod. You unbuttoned your pants and zip the zipper down.  You release your impressive manhood.  You are holding it, stroking it and you plow right in my backside hard.  I yelp behind the gag. You let my ass adjust to your size before you slide back out to the tip and thrust back in roughly.  You continue to do this until your rhythm speeds up. 

You are brutally fucking my ass making me brink of cumming. I don’t know how much longer I can last. I know you are going to cum soon.  You reach around and pinch my clit hard and I scream behind the gag.  You order me to cum and I do. 

 Just a huge wave splashes onto my inner thighs and you can feel my backside tightening around your cock when it does.  That’s your undoing and I can feel your hot juices explode in my ass as I hear you moan loudly.  You collapse on top of me until you catch your breath and I am still panting behind the gag.

You tell me to stay in my position and of course I do. I couldn’t move if I wanted too. You get up go over to your table of toys and pick out a plug.  I feel you insert the plug in my ass leaving your explosion inside me.  I gasp because it’s a little larger than what I am used too.  You then untie my hands and release the gag from my mouth.  You tell me I may kneel up.  I do and you give me some water to drink.  You sit back down in your chair and open your arms to me.  I don’t hesitate for a second I jump in your arms and on your lap.  You hug me tightly and I hold onto you like my life depended on it.  I tell you that I’m sorry and you reply with, "I know baby, I know you are."  Tears stream down my face again but it’s more of a cleansing thing.  You wipe them away gently, kiss me softly and tell me I’m beautiful.  That makes me laugh.  Me with my face red from crying but I know one thing I didn’t argue with you about it.  I always think I won’t ever act like this again but I know I will and you know it too.  Until next time….

[rogerina-deacon]

Sir // Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Dom!Gwilym Lee x Reader Summary: When you teasingly call Gwil “sir” for the first time, things take an unexpected turn Warnings: S M U T!! I’m telling y’all, it’s some kinky shit. Bondage, sir kink, heavy dom/sub dynamic,  oral (m and f receiving), flogging, a bit of praise, a bit of begging, unprotected sex (please use protection when you fuck, this is just fantasy) Word Count: 1892

This started out innocent enough. But here you were, completely naked, hands bound behind your back, kneeling on the carpeted floor of your bedroom. Your boyfriend was walking circles around you, fully clothed in black dress shirt, pants, and shoes, flogger in hand. Let’s take it back to how you found this side of Gwilym though, shall we?

It was Sunday morning, maybe 10:23 if you had to guess, and you and Gwilym had been doing some cleaning. Well, Gwilym had been doing some cleaning, you had been getting distracted.

“Y/N, love, could you maybe help me with this?” He asked, slightly frustrated that you weren’t doing shit, as he picked up the trash scattered around the kitchen.

“Of course, sorry to keep you waiting, sir” You teased, but you had no idea the effect of that last word on him. His jaw clenched, grip tightened, and cock stirred all at the same time at the new name. Meanwhile, you were oblivious to this, picking up old wrappers and tossing them into the black garbage bag in Gwil’s hand. But he couldn’t focus on a thing.

Now, back to where we were, to the situation you were in all because of that one word. Sir. You never knew Gwil wanted to be called “sir”, nor that the word could ever make him so… so domineering. Sure, you knew he could get a little kinky and was in no way opposed to being called daddy from time to time, but nothing you two had done in bed together was quite like this.

“Now, now, now… babydoll, what got you into this predicament?” He asked, condescending, as he stopped pacing to stand at your side, though out of view from you as long as you didn’t turn your head. Which you didn’t dare to do, afraid of what punishment may come. Though you almost wanted to push his buttons, to be a brat, to see what he might do to you.

“I asked you a question.” He snapped, punctuating every word so you knew the tone for the night if you didn’t already.

“Um, I was…” You trailed off, wondering what to say. That you were naughty? No, too cliche. Were a bad girl? No, still cliche. And then the response hit you- why not say the exact reason you were there?

“I, uh, I called you sir.” You said, shakily, taking a gulp of nothing.

“That’s right. You called me sir, and completely distracted me from what I was doing. When I heard that word come out of your mouth, my cock instantly hardened and I just knew I’d have to do something about it.” He said, laughing humorlessly as he moved to stand in front of you.

“And now, I am. Open wide, but not before you call me that again.”

“Yes, sir.” You did as you were told, opening your mouth after you called him his new favorite word, making him growl lowly as he dropped the flogger to the ground, moving his hands to unbuckle his belt, sliding it through the loops before tossing it to the floor. Unbuttoning his trousers, he unzipped the zipper before making his pants and boxers slide down and pool at his ankles. His cock sprang free as it was released from the constraints of his clothing, standing at attention where it met with his belly button. He was long, a bit girthy, and the tip was swollen, red and throbbing, needy for you. Stroking himself a few times, he sighed at finally getting relief, eyes closing as he lost himself for a moment. But he came back fast, positioning his member to brush right up against your lips, the slightest amount of precum present and being painted on your lips like a brush applying paint to canvas.

“Can you suck my cock like a good girl?” He asked, and you responded by taking the head in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tightly as you sucked and swirled your tongue around him, covering him in a mixture of your saliva and his precum before you took him further. Normally you’d use a hand to work his shaft, but both were unavailable to use so you had to bob your head further down than normal, the extra few inches making their way to the entrance of your throat, and guessing by the grunts and groans coming from Gwil’s mouth you were doing a good job.

“Take it deeper, I know you can.” He instructed, his voice stern. You gradually bobbed your head further down his shaft until you were slightly gagging on his length. You rested momentarily, but Gwilym quickly put you back in your place.

“Did I say you could stop?” he asked condescendingly. “You can go further, I know you can. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.” And he was right. You have taken him deeper, all the way in fact, so you should be able to do it again. So you pushed your face further towards him, a long, low moan escaping his throat as he entered yours, your nose nearly in his pubic hair as you held your head in place, eyes watering.

“Good girl, keep it in there for five” he paused, tears welling further.

“Four.” he continued, pausing yet again.

“Three. Two.” He was almost done, so close to saying the number that would let you come up for air. A tear left each eye as you stared up at him, your eyes pleading him to let you breath. You could always give him the signal, shaking your head side to side, but you could handle this. You could push yourself, after all this wasn’t completely unbearable.

“And… one. That’s a good girl, you can breathe now.” He praised, and you wasted no time in removing his cock from your mouth, your chest heaving as you took deep breaths.

“I think I’m done with having you blow me for now, baby girl. I’m gonna go stand by the edge of the bed and i want you to follow me there, got it? But only start moving once I give you the okay, I want to watch you do it.” He said before stepping out of his pants and grabbing the flogger from the floor before walking over to the bed, taking off his shoes and socks once he got there.

“Okay, you can come here now.” he said, one hand lightly placed around his still throbbing cock as he watched you struggle to get there on only your knees, his other holding the flogger. He chuckled lightly as he observed your struggle, enjoying your determination to get there despite the difficulty. When you finally got to his side, you rested on the heels of your feet as you looked up to him, awaiting instruction.

“Now, I want you to bend over the bed. Think you’ll need help getting up there?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, nodding, and he set the toy down on the bed before crouching to grab you by the waist and pull you up and into a standing position before he helped you bend over the bed, feet on the ground and ass in the air. 

“Mmh, what a pretty sight. So exposed for me, aren’t you?” He asked rhetorically, flogger now in hand, lightly twisting his wrist as he paced and admired you from behind.

“Yes, sir.” You confirmed, feeling vulnerable without seeing him, not knowing what to expect other than that he was about to use that toy on your ass, which was prominently on display for him along with your glistening pussy.

“How many do you think you deserve? 10?” He suggested, and you nodded, forgetting that he needed verbal confirmation. He always needed verbal confirmation, never doing anything without it.

“I need an answer, nodding that pretty little head of yours means nothing.” He said, voice stern and sharp as he got used to using the flogger. “Maybe we’ll make it 15 for that, huh? That sound like enough?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” You said, and he chuckled behind you at the state of total and utter submission you were in for him.

“Good girl.” He praised, biting his lip as he halted behind you, taking in the glorious sight in front of him as he prepared himself to use the toy on you. He had practiced with it many times, waiting for the right occasion to finally bring it out. And now that he had it out, he was contemplating how to go about this. Should he ask you if you’re ready, or should he just start, make you on edge in anticipation of when he’s gonna start? He figured the latter would give him a better reaction, so that’s what he went with.

“Okay, now when I start, whenever that may be, you will count each and every one, got it?” He instructed.

“Yes, sir.” You replied, bracing for what was to come. You had felt his hand and belt strike your ass before, but never the thin strips of leather on a flogger, so you were nervous and excited all at once as you awaited the new sensation.

Waiting a few moments, Gwil finally used the toy on you, striking your right cheek. A jolt ran through you from the sharp sting, body moving forward as a whimper escaped you.

“O-one” You counted, making sure to add more volume to your voice to make sure it was loud enough for him, knowing he’d only do it again until you were as loud as he wanted.

“That’s a good girl, nice and loud for me to hear.” He observed before he delivered another blow to your left cheek, the sting still new but so welcome as you kept counting out loud for him, his strikes alternating between each side of your ass, the pain numbing you in a way while still almost burning it. Your skin was growing redder and redder, along with your cunt growing wetter and wetter each time the flogger made contact with the smooth skin of your ass. By now, your slick arousal was nearly dripping down your thighs, your heat glistening right before Gwilym’s eyes, and he loved the sight. Your pussy was practically begging him to taste you, to finger you, to fuck you, and he was so close to giving in. But not before he was done with the task at hand. He was nearing the last few strikes, and by now tears of painful pleasure flowed down your cheeks slowly.

“F-fourt-teen” You stammered out, pain evident in your voice, but as long as you didn’t say “caramel”, Gwil knew you were truly fine with this.

“Are you ready or the last one, babydoll?” He asked, his tone softening for a moment.

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” You confirmed, and Gwil gave you the hardest blow yet, one that made you nearly cry out before weakly stating out “fifteen”. Gwil was in awe at that moment, from the way you took each and every strike to the way your ass looked from being flogged fifteen times for your first time using it, he was amazed at what you were capable of.

“Mmh, you did such a good job, love, took that all so well. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, placing the flogger on the bedside table before making his way to where you were bent over the bed. He softly placed his hands on your oversensitive, red ass, the contact making you jump, but he was quick to soothe you, softly massaging your flesh.

“Here, let me make it so you can move your arms.” He said, untying the piece of rope that connected the two pieces tied to each of your wrists. He then helped you get fully onto the bed, and you turned over to sit properly, though you winced as soon as your ass made contact with the fabric, the sore and tender flesh aggravated by the pressure. While you were trying to get comfortable, Gwil moved over to the dresser, where he opened the drawer designated for your sex toys. From there, he pulled out more rope, and you knew what was coming. He couldn’t go completely soft on you yet, so he had to gain control by attaching the rope bracelets on your wrists to the bedposts, along with your ankles so you were spread as wide as you could for him to devour. He helped you to lift your ass to place a pillow under you for a better angle and better access to your pussy, which was glistening with your juices that threatened to drip down your ass and onto the pillow beneath you. Gwil was sat on his knees between your legs, admiring the way you looked before him- restrained and eager, all for him. 

“Baby, you look so delicious… and so wet, is that all for me?” He asked, staring at your cunt. You nodded fast, gulping nothing, before speaking up.

“Yes, please do something, sir, I need you.” You begged, nearly whining from how needy you were for him. And that was all he needed to hear before adjusting to lay on his stomach, preparing to lick and separate your folds with the tip of his tongue, your arousal collecting on his tongue as he brought it up to just below your clit. He repeated the action, teasing you as he avoided any and all contact with your clit, even entering his tongue slightly into you, curling his tongue as he pulled it out, connecting that movement with finally wrapping his lips around your hardened clit, sucking gently before releasing it with a pop, his tongue instantly licking and flicking the bundle of nerve, making your breathing heavy and soft moans escape your throat. Almost making out with your cunt in a way, he wrapped his arms under and around your thighs, pulling you further into him as he played with your clit. The sounds coming from his mouth were obscene, slurping and sucking combined with his moans against you, the vibrations bringing you closer and closer to your impending release.

“Mmh, gonna cum on sir’s face like a good girl?” He mumbled against you as he worked you.

“F-fuck, yes, sir, I’m so close, sir, can I cum?” You eagerly begged, hips rocking in search of your orgasm, just minutes within reach.

“Mhm, want your cum on my face, pretty girl. Want it so bad.” He confessed, his mouth working harder and faster than before as he quickly turned into the one desperate for your release. And just like that, his wish was your command as your high washed over you, pure euphoria coursing through you in waves as he pleasured you through it, not ceasing until you were done.

“Here, lemme untie these.” Gwil said as he quickly undid the restraints, wanting, nee needing, your participation. He needed to feel your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you. As soon as you were released, your hands instantly found his body, palms running over his smooth skin as he adjusted you, his hand under your back to get the perfect angle. Taking his achingly hard cock in his large hands, he pumped himself a few times before grasping the base, positioning his tip at your entrance before sliding himself in slowly, your slick cunt welcoming him as he stretched you, his cock hitting your cervix for a moment once he bottomed out before he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in. Angling his hips, his member hit your g-spot, the stimulation sending a wave of pleasure radiating outward from your cunt. His movements sped up tremendously, your arousal flowing fast as he brought you close yet again, the franticness of his thrusts making it evident that he was close too.

“Fuck, I’m so close baby girl” He groaned, his cock twitching inside you as his precum flowed fast inside you, his thumb finding your clit as he became eager for you to cum with him, the circles he was rubbing fast and hard as he fucked you the same way. Your second orgasm was building fast, you could feel it in your cheeks, and soon the waves of euphoria washed through you once again, your body uncontrollable in it’s movements as your pussy clenched around him, triggering his release as well, his load painting you in thick, hot ropes as you two moaned and groaned in complete pleasure, his thrusts slowing as he came down, his thumb halting it’s work on your clit as he fully pulled out, the mixture of your cum and his slowly pooling at your entrance, threatening to drip down your ass.

“I’ll go get a-” Gwil started, but you were quick to sush him.

“No, no, leave it. Wanna feel you.” You said, meaning both that you wanted to feel his cum drip from you as well as that you just wanted him to hold you. He knew there was no sense in fighting it, his own post-orgasmic bliss taking over as he laid down beside you, taking you in his arms as you two drifted off to sleep for the night.

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[floral-suits]

H is rehearsing but y/n keeps getting in the way cause she wants attention is really pissing him off cause he has to work, so he shows his little girl that she has to behave for daddy

sorry this took so long — i got hella distracted while writing it! i changed up the concept just a bit!

Harry doesn’t have any time to entertain Y/N. He’s much too busy trying to finish off the last single for his upcoming album. The band left quite a while ago and Harry’s currently on his own, tweaking the last bits before he mixes it all together.

“Y/N, stop.” Harry mutters, “No! Don’t touch that either. Either you leave or you be quiet. Need to finish these verses.”

“Please? Really need you, H,” Y/N says, giving her best puppy dog face. She’d kept to herself for most of the day, but now it’s evening. And she’s feeling needy as ever.

“I’ll be done soon. Promise. Need you out though, you’re too distracting,” Harry commands again, this time making sure he sounds stern enough for Y/N to actually listen.

“Ugh, fine.” Y/N sulks, making sure to walk out of the recording room with a sway to her hips.

She knows that Harry won’t be done for another two hours, at the least. When he puts his mind to something, he won’t stop until he’s done and it’s completely and utterly perfect. She also knows that she needs his loving, so bad. And soon. She honestly doesn’t know how to handle the urge that’s settled in the bottom of her tummy.

So, she decides it will be better to just stop him from finishing off the song, knowing that he won’t tend to her needs until he does. And she needs him to tend to her. She’s gotten herself all worked up over him, just the thought of his fingers (callused from playing the guitar for so long) lightly finding their way across her skin. His voice, raspy from singing, moaning out her name. Her own voice moaning his.

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Harry is still working on the song when Y/N comes back in around an hour later. He’s much too concentrated on his music to notice her change of clothes. In fact, he doesn’t even look her way. He just huffs, “Told you, I can’t have you distracting me,” he says.

When he doesn’t hear the door shut again to signal her farewell, he repeats himself again, “Y/N? Be a good girl for me,” he sighs.

With still no answer, he turns around, ready to give her a bright scolding. Harry doesn’t like it when Y/N doesn’t answer him right away and she knows that. There in the doorway, is Y/N leaning against the frame, wearing his shirt, the silk one that reads ‘Styles’. There’s nothing under it that he can visibly see.

“I swear, pet. Now is not the time to mess with me,” he warns her, his tone dark.

Y/N ignores his warning though, she already knows that she’s got him. She can tell from the way his eyes scanned down her body, from the way they changed in color from a light emerald to a forest green. His pants are strained around his groin area and she can clearly make out the bulge that’s formed.

“I think it’s a great time,” she mewls, walking closer into the room. “Wouldn’t you agree, daddy?”

“I’m giving you 20 seconds to leave the room. If you do, I’ll consider letting you come when I’m done,” he growls, giving a mighty glare her way.

Y/N’s eyes widen but she doesn’t make any means to move. She stays still, to which Harry raises an eyebrow.

“Sure you don’t wanna leave while you have the chance, moppet?” Harry questions.

“Positive.”

“Very well then,” Harry says, biting his lip. He removes the guitar strap around him and places his Fender on one of the racks.

“On your knees. Now,” he demands, leaving no room for discussion. He’s extremely frustrated now. He was truly almost done, but now he’s got to put his song on hold to put his girl in place. She just doesn’t know how to behave.

Y/N follows Harry’s directions and immediately settles down to her knees, her eyes watching Harry as he turns towards the equipment room.

She stays in her position on the ground and watches with curious eyes as Harry returns with a long black cord, one she can only assume belongs to a microphone.

“Up,” he commands and  doesn’t wait for Y/N as he pulls out the leather bench from underneath the piano in the corner of the room.

He doesn’t make any words but Y/N knows what to do when he makes eye contact with her. She slowly removes the silk shirt of his that she was wearing and unclasps her bra. “No teasing, you brat,” Harry shouts when it’s been more than a minute and she still isn’t completely naked.

Once all of her garments are removed, Harry sits down on the bench. He makes a gesture for Y/N to go on his lap, she already knows what is coming. And she hates this, because she enjoys being spanked. So much. And it will only turn her on more, and she knows Harry isn’t going to let her off easy. She knows she won’t be allowed to come.

“Gonna tell me why you were so set on distracting me earlier, princess?” Harry asks, using the hand that wasn’t holding the cord to knead her ass. “Now’s the time to tell me,” he repeats when instead of answering, she lets out a lengthy whine.

“W-wanted you. You weren’t paying attention to me, daddy,” she whimpers.

“Maybe if you would’ve waited like a good girl, I’d be done by now and you’d have all of my attention,” he clicks his tongue, “Tsk, too bad you had to act up.”

“You’re going to say thank you after each time. I’ll be going until your ass is as red as the pair of panties you decided to try to tease me with.”

With that, he slams down the cord that he had wrapped up in his hand as a homemade flogger on Y/N’s peachy bottom.

Y/N almost falls off of Harry’s lap in surprise, if it wasn’t for his free hand wrapped around her waist, she would’ve. “Oh, god, thank you,” Y/N says, still dumbfounded that she hadn’t realized what the cord was going to be for. Harry was always resourceful, she thinks.

“Stay still pet, you can handle this, know you can. Know you will,” Harry says, waiting a moment for Y/N to get used to the new sensation of the sting before whipping down on her again.

“Ah!” she moans, not saying the two words that Harry’s looking for.

He slams down the cord two more times, “What do we say, sweetheart?” he asks condescendingly.

“Thank you, t-thank you!” she sputters out, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. Harry knows how much she is enjoying it, he can see the way that her thighs clench each time the cord goes down on her.

By the time Harry’s hit her ass enough for it to turn a bright red, Y/N’s just about ready to come… from that alone. There’s an odd pleasure that she gets from pain. Harry knows that his cock is bright red and swollen, it’s uncomfortable in his jeans at this point. He’s sadistic, and the mixture seeing Y/N’s wet pussy and hearing her screams just adds to his excitement.

“Don’t you dare come, Y/N!” Harry says, swatting her ass, this time with his hand. He drops the cord onto the ground, letting it unravel and uses his arms to lift Y/N up. Once she is straddling his lap, he uses one hand to grasp around her neck, making sure that she can just barely breath, “You think you’re going to come that quickly? I’m going to fuck you so hard, just to the brink of an orgasm. And then I’ll stop, and go again. You aren’t coming until there are tears streaming down your face, baby girl.”

The only word Y/N can get out with Harry’s hand wrapped around her neck is, “Please?”

“You had a chance, moppet. You’re going to regret interrupting me after I warned you not to.”

He expertly flips positions with Y/N, somehow getting her to lay on her back against the leather bench with himself above her in one move. She can feel his heart beating fast during the slight moment in which his chest collides against hers.

He kisses down her neck, occasionally stopping to suck against a certain spot when he can hear her breathing hitch. Once he finds a good enough spot, he makes sure to leave a hickey large enough that she’ll have to cover it the next day with make up.

He raises his head for just a second, moving down to above her breasts. She can feel his warm breath on them before he takes a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the bud as his hand starts to play with the other. He bites down on it, causing a yelp to leave Y/N’s mouth. Once the nipple is hard enough to his liking, he moves to the other and brings his hand to the one his mouth was just on.

Once he’s satisfied with his job around her chest, he begins to move his lips down to her nether area. He licks a long strip down her cleavage to her belly and makes his way down to where she really needs him.

Y/N moans the second his lips attach themselves to her clit. “Feel good, baby?” he smirks, looking up at her face from in between the apex of her legs.

“Yes, so much, daddy,” she says, her thighs trying to clench together around head. “Good.”

He keeps one hand tightly on her waist to secure her in place and moves his other down to her sweet little womanhood. He uses two fingers to spread her open and alternates his tongue to her slit. She’s knows she’ll be a goner by the end of the night, with the way he’s licking, sucking, biting, prodding. “Like it when I eat your pussy?” he asks for the second time.

“Mhm,” Y/N groans, her hands making their way into his hair. “Gonna come soon?” he asks, knowing that she is from her clenching around his tongue.

“Yes!” She shouts, ready to finally feel her release. “Too bad,” Harry chuckles menacingly and removes his head from out of her legs right before she’s able to find her high.

“Y-You!” Y/N starts to whine but stops her sentence before she makes it worse. Unfortunately, Harry catches on. “You what, what is it that I am, moppet?” he asks with a smirk adorning his face.

“Nothing daddy! Promise, ‘twas nothing!” Y/N starts to say, tears just about ready to stream down her face due to her frustration.

Harry seems to take pity on his girlfriend, either that or he himself just cannot wait any longer, because after seeing her begging eyes, he slides his belt off.

The buildup is much too slow and Harry knows just how much Y/N hates it. He does it purposely, wanting to get her riled up. He has an excuse to punish her more if she acts impatient, so he makes sure to take his time.

Even after all of his clothes are off, he still doesn’t get straight down to it. He needs to hear her break first. He settles his body over hers, letting his cock slide between the apex of her legs, but not inside of her just yet.

“What’s the magic word, princess?”

When she fails to make a coherent response, Harry reminds her, “Wanna fill you up, but first I need to hear how much you want it. Tell me what you need, what you want. Beg for it, baby.”

“Want you to fill me up, want you to make me feel good! I need it, need it so bad, daddy! I promise, won’t distract you when you’re working again!” Y/N sobs, her arms flailing around to hug around Harry’s broad shoulders. Her eyes look up into his desperately, waiting for something.

“Gonna take all of me, promise not to be a brat next time?” He asks. He doesn’t even need to finish his sentence, Y/N is already bobbing her head up and down hastily and that’s the last thing she does before Harry fills her up.

An immediate scream leaves her lips as his Harry’s hips slide down into hers for the first time. She’s quickly muted by Harry’s mouth against her own, kissing her with a hunger that he was reserving just for that moment.

His thrusts are quick to hit that spot, the spot that has Y/N scratching up and down Harry’s back, leaving marks that will probably stay as long as the ones that he’s made across her neck and cleavage. The marks against her hips that are currently being made from Harry’s grip that’s steadying her.

She moans loudly against his lips as he fucks her the way she’s been waiting for since she saw him working on the song. The song that’s been long forgotten.

“Can you feel me in your tummy? Bet you do, you’re taking me so nicely, moppet,” he groans, lifting up his lips to move them down to her neck again.

Y/N whines in response, her back arching up off of the cushiony bench. “So good, daddy! Love your cock.”

“Know you do, sweetheart. Can tell,” he whispers, referencing how wet she is currently, they’re able to hear the slippery slosh that’s made every time he thrusts into her, along with his balls slapping against her.

Quite honestly though, Harry loves the sex just as much as his little kitten, if not more. “Love you, know that?” He whispers again, hovering above her face now, taking one of his hands off of her hips to lift some strands of hair out of her face.

“Love you too, daddy!” She whimpers, dainty hands scratching his back just a bit harder.

“Yea?”

“Yes! Dear god, yes!”

She’s hardly able to get that out because Harry slams in again particularly roughly, hitting the spot that he’s been hitting continually. He does it again, diving into her soaked pussy. He can tell that she’s close as her whimpers get louder and her breath gets heavier. She chants his name again and again, begging for who knows what.

He does it again, and moves a hand down to rub against her red, sore clit. His thumb moves fast circles against it.

Y/N chokes out, “‘M almost there, I’m goin—“

“Don’t you dare.”

“Please, I-I need to, can’t help it,”

‘You will help it, princess. Telling you not yet,” he threatens, letting Y/N know with his tone just what is coming if she does come around his cock before he’s finished.

She clenches around him, her eyes shutting as she tries her best to hold it while Harry pounds into her pussy relentlessly. “Fuck, please, daddy!”

Y/N continues to beg, choking on her own words. Harry’s just as close as she is at this point, feeling like he’s ready to explode. His body tightens as he groans, “Look into my eyes.”

Her eyes open just slightly and thats the most they can. Seeing her doe eyes is enough for him, “Come for me, my little baby. Let yourself go.”

So she does, her stomach unravels and tightens all at once as she releases around him. He continues to fuck into her, riding her orgasm out with sloppy thrusts as he also finishes his high. Curses leave his mouth as his semen pours into Y/N.

He pulls out slowly, just as sensitive as she is, groaning from the bottom of his throat as he watches his come ooze out of her.

“Look at how beautiful you are, looking so pretty with my seed in you.”

Not a word would be able to do this moment justice, so Harry says nothing. He instead lifts her body up, carefully and cautiously. He doesn’t bother to pick up their clothes or wipe down the seat that Clare was sitting on just earlier that afternoon. He just walks upstairs and puts his girl to sleep, himself tired out as well.

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Easter Egg Event || Eli&Hunter

Who: @hunterclaringtonswitch​ & @elihummelsub​ Date: April 15, 2020 Location: Hunter’s Quarters Easter Eggs: Eli had rolled up newspaper, flogger, and cane

Eli was excited to do a scene with Hunter and he made sure to bring all the tools needed in case Hunter didn't have them. He headed there straight after class and he knelt on the floor, knocking and smiling at Hunter as he answered, "Hey Sir"

Hunter opened the door for Eli and motioned the sub to enter.  "You can stand and walk in, Eli," he said, noting the impact toys in his hands.  "Did you have a good day?  It's interesting seeing some of the scenes playing out in the halls."

Eli nodded and stood to enter the room. Once inside he knelt down again and he looked upwards, "Yeah it was super interesting. It's been a rough week so this will be good for me Sir. I should warn you I have some marks on my ass and my back, they don't hurt but they are there"

Nodding, Hunter said, "I'll try to avoid the existing marks with the cane.  That would probably sting quite a lot.  I was thinking the most comfortable place for this would be a bedroom, so you can lay over the bed?"  He nodded in the direction of the room, indicating Eli should follow.

Eli nodded and moved with Hunter to the bedroom. He took a breath and knelt next to the bed, "You don't have to be careful, I kinda enjoy the pain right now Sir"

Hunter raised a brow.  "Oh really?" he asked, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling the sleeves up his forearms.  "Why don't you take off your clothes, Eli?  Lay the toys on the table and then bend over the bed."

"Yeah really, it provides welcome distraction" he explained as he out the toys on the table. The newspaper, flogger and cane before removing his clothes, leaving himself naked. As he bent over the bed, his marks were revealed, welts from the belt the most prominent

Grasping the silk blindfold, Hunter stepped towards the bed, passing a hand over the marks on Eli's fair ass.  "Fun marks or not so fun?" he asked, then let the silk trail up Eli's spine before he slipped it around the sub's eyes.

"Oh I asked for them, it wasn't a punishment. It was to distract from my thoughts" he said with a nod as he shivered at the silk and then it covered his eyes, "I like silk"

"Pain is a definite distraction," Hunter agreed, checking the knot in the blindfold.  He chuckled slightly.  "Thought it would be a nice contrast to the other, harder items."  He picked up the newspaper, rolling it into a cylinder and slapping it on his palm.  "How many swats with each do you think, Eli?"

"It's the best kind of distraction" he agreed as he laughed a little, "Honestly Sir, I was thinking maybe 5 with the newspaper, 10 with the flogger and 20 with the cane"

Hunter nodded and instructed, "If anything gets to be too much, what's your safeword?"

Eli smiled, "Knew you'd never forget that Sir. My safeword is the traffic lights Sir"

"Anyone who forgets to ask for a safeword has no business taking on the responsibility of domming someone," Hunter said seriously, running the newspaper over the curve of Eli's ass.

"That's very right Sir" he said with a nod as he felt the newspaper, "That's really obvious what toy that is Sir"

"Well, I think we should still do the spanks, don't you?" he said, then used the roll of newspaper to deliver a pair of precise blows to Eli's butt.

Eli bit his lip to stop the giggle as the two smack landed. It was paper and it didn't hurt one bit, "Thank you Sir"

Quickly, Hunter finihed using the newspapers and then asked, "So Eli, what was I spanking you with?"

Eli bit his lip, "That Sir was the rolled up newspaper" he grinned, turning his head to look at Hunter, "Thank you for the spanks Sir"

"Correct," Hunter said, patting Eli's ass in congratulations.  Next he picked up the flogger and let the soft leather straps trail along Eli's skin, using it to tickle his balls teasingly.

Eli groaned a little as he felt the flogger against his balls and he gripped the next a little tighter, "Stop teasing" he whispered biting his lip

Hunter arched a brow.  "Oh?  Telling me what to do now?" he asked, then snapped his wrist and let the straps impact one of Eli's pale thighs.

Eli bucked a little at the hit and he bit his lip, "Sorry Sir, I just can't handle being teased right now, I'm worried I'll get too turned on Sir"

Another blow landed but Hunter smiled.  "It's okay if you get hard Eli...Do you think you can cum from the spankings?"

Eli gulped and he shrugged, "I think maybe I could get really close, I am already hard Sir. just from the newspaper"

"That's fine then," he said, trailing the leather over Eli's skin again, alternating spanks and stroking.

Eli was letting himself slip into his subspace as Hunter toyed with him using the flogger. He thanked him after every hit and he stopped trying to hide the moans escaping him

When he got to 10 blows, Hunter let the leather trail up Eli's back.  "That's 10, Eli.  What was I spanking you with?"

Eli shivered at the sensations and the marks he could feel as he bit his lip and groaned, "That was the flogger Sir"

"Very good, Eli.  You're good at this, aren't you?" he praised, tossing the flogger aside and picking up the cane.  He let is swish through the air, the sound audible.

Eli knew what was coming next and he was torn between hard and scared. Cane's were more painful but he could handle it, "Please Sir, please use the cane on me Sir"

Hunter ran the cool tip of the cane along Eli's back, down to his ass, sliding it between the other man's cheeks.  "You want to be caned, Eli?"

Eli felt his stomach flip as the cane slipped between his ass cheeks and he nodded, "Yes Sir, please cane me Sir"

Letting the cane slide along Eli's cock, Hunter then pulled the tool back and delivered 2 quick but not overly hard strikes to Eli's ass

Eli felt the flutter in his stomach as the cane made impact and he moaned out loud, his cock rubbing against the bed, "Harder please" he whimpered

"Do you want to hump the bed, Eli?  While I slap your ass with this cane?" Hunter teased, the next hits harder that the first.

Eli blushed a deep crimson as Hunter made the suggestion and he looked at the other, his cheeks glowing bright, "Hump the bed Sir?"

"You can, Eli.  Go ahead and rock against the mattress.  Your poor cock looks like it needs some relief," He said, landing another pair of strikes.

Eli couldn't believe he was about too do this but he rocked against the mattress, getting enough friction as he moved closer and further away from Hunter, "Fuck Sir, feels so good.... Being so good" he whispered as he slipped further into his subspace

"You are being good.  No whining or complaining, just taking your spanking like a good boy," he said, applying the cane again.

Eli nodded as he kept thrusting himself on the mattress, "Being good for you Sir" he moaned out, his cock painfully hard and leaking, "Please Sir, please cane me harder"

Every few blows, Hunter upped the intensity until Eli's pale ass was striped red.  He ran a hand over the heated skin and hummed, "Your ass looks so pretty like this."

Eli groaned as he felt hunters hand on ass and he bit his lip, "Sir it feels so good and I'm so close" he mumbled, "Can I help you sir, can I make this good for you"

"I'm already enjoying this, Eli," he said, cane snapping against Eli's ass.  "You cum like a good boy and you can suck my cock, how's that sound?"

Eli nodded eagerly as he rubbed against the mattress again, "Yes Sir, I really want to suck your cock Sir" he begged as he felt the heat start to rise inside him, the marks the cane left making him moan with pleasure and pain

Hunter used the tiip of the cane to tap Eli's ball, not going for pain there, merely stimulation, then slid it between his cheeks again before another sharp spank.

Eli gave a yelp and he bit his lip as the action made his body go into overtime and he slipped fully into subspace as he came hard over the mattress

Hearing Eli yelt and seeing his hips jerking against the bed, Hunter sat on the mattress beside him, big hand running up and down his back.

Eli collapsed to the bed and as he tried to regain his breath, his head swimming as he floated where he wanted to be

Hunter let Eli enjoy the afterglow, even as he opened his trousers and let his hard cock out, stroking himself idley.

It didn't take Eli long to notice Hunter's cock in his hand and he dropped down to his knees, ignoring the pain from the marks, "Please Sir, please may I suck your cock?"

Nodding, Hunter rested his good hand on the back of Eli’s head.  “Go ahead, Eil. You were very good for me.”

Eli grinned as he brought his head to Hunter and started to work his cock. He started slow but added pace as he began to deep throat the other man.

Hunter sighed happily, enjoying the wet heat of Eli's mouth and resting a hand on the other man's head

When and felt the hand, he worked himself harder and faster and made himself gag numerous times, "Tastes so good" he mumbled, using the vibrations in his throat to make Hunter feel better

“Good boy, Eli,” Hunter breathed, groaning as he felt Eli’s throat clench and vibrate around him.

Eli felt Hunters stomach against his head as he pushed himself further still, just wanting the man's release, "Please" he whimpered

“Gonna cum soon,” Hunter wheezed in a warning, giving Eli a chance to pull back if he didn’t want it in his mouth.

At the warning, Eli made himself go down so Hunters load would drain straight into his throat

“Fuck!” Hunter hissed, his orgasm hitting hard and he thrust lightly into Eli’s mouth as he came.

Eli swollowed down everything Hunter had to offer and he slurped and sucked to clean the other off as he came up, "Thank you" he whispered, his voice light as he floated in subspace

Hunter enjoyed the endorphins and then settled back on the bed, hand rubbing Eli’s back as they relaxed.

[princesskitten45]

Kitten’s Punishment

@littlesecrets

(Rose)

(listen to Crave You by Flight Facilities-- adventure club dubstep remix)

“Mommy! I’m home!” I hear my kitten yell.

    “Hey kitten, how was your day?” I asked.

“It was great! Rose and I went mudding!” she exclaimed.

    That’s when she steps into view and I see the mud that cakes her body. “Bella! What has Mommy said about mudding?” I say raising my voice.

“Mommy says: ‘When finished mudding, rinse your body off with the hose and then immediately take a bath.’” She repeats while hanging her head.

    “That’s right, now, head upstairs and take your bath. And maybe, I won’t punish you.” I warn. She scurries upstairs and as I watch her sexy ass, I yell, “And no touching what’s mine!”

    Five minutes go by and I start thinking, ‘Maybe I was too harsh.’ Getting up, I walk quietly to the bathroom and I can faintly hear the sounds of moans. I proceed and carefully open the door to the bathroom and see my kitten playing with herself. One hand is kneading her breast while she fucks herself with two ‘unoccupied’ fingers from her other hand. Occasionally she moves one of her hands to give her clit some attention.

    “So it seems as though we have a naughty kitten.” I say startling her.

“Mommy-”

    “No, don’t Mommy me. I want you to drain the water, dry off, and head into our room and perform Nadu.”

“Yes Mommy.” She says fidgeting with the drain stopper.

    “I’m so disappointed.” I say softly while closing the door.

* Time Break* (listen to Wifin You by Motanna of 300)

    I enter the room with my whiskey in hand. I look over to see the bitch in position. Setting the drink on top of the dresser I open the second drawer. I pull out a paddle with the word SLUT on it, a vibrator, a flogger, a gag, nipple clamps, a crop, a spreader bar, a blindfold, and handcuffs.

    “Wall” I command, laying my instruments along the edge of the bed. As she changes her position I ask, “Do you know why you’re being punished slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

    “And what is the cause for this punishment?” I ask again.

“I disobeyed Mistresses rules.”

    “Dammit whore! I hate going in circles, you know that, get to the fucking point.”

“I came home dirty and when I went to wash up I had playtime by myself and without permission.”

    “That is correct. And since that it is two offenses the only safeword that you are allowed to use is ‘Red’. Do you understand, kitten?”

“Yes Mistress.” She replies.

    “On the bed, in Table.”

“Yes Mistress.” She says while following instruction.

    I grab the gag and put it in her mouth and clip it behind her head. Then, grabbing the nipple clamps , I carefully put them on. Next I grab the vibrator and turn it on to the slowest setting, I then roughly thrust it into her pussy earning a raspy moan the erupts from deep in her throat.

    “You like that, don’t you? You little slut.” I said slapping her ass and grabbing the blindfold and paddle. Putting the blindfold over her eyes I whisper into her ear, “Don’t forget to relax, little one.”

(Listen to Over,over and again From 50 shades darker)

    Backing off the bed, I line the paddle up with her ass. I bring the paddle back and as I swing it forward, I hear the crack of the contact and euphoria takes over my body. Using the paddle, I spank her ass fourteen more times.

    Hearing her soft pants, I look down at the entrance of her pussy and see it glistening with her juices. I move my fingers down to her folds and after I collect a sample of her juices, I taste it.

    “My, my… What a taste, my whore.” I say condescendingly and I hear her gasp immediately after my statement. With her ass still in the air, I put the paddle down and brought my hand back only to bring it forth to make contact with her ass, spanking her with my bare hand.

“Floor.” I command. While she once again she follows my instructions I pick up the spreader bar and start to cuff her ankles and she starts to squeal. “Do you need release?” I ask and she nods her head frantically. “Well that’s not going to happen. Bad girls aren't allowed to happen.” I say as I finish cuffing her ankles.

I pick up the crop and start gliding it across her ass and pussy. I quickly swat her pussy earning a sharp intake of breath from her. I continue to swat her with the crop, alternating between her ass and pussy, for twenty more times. I set the crop down and look at my beautiful princess. Bending down I plant butterfly kisses across her red ass and create a trail of kisses to her pussy. While getting closer and closer to her pussy I start to lap at her pussy. I think about eating her out but feel she’s had enough torture. I take out her vibrator, uncuff her ankles, take her blindfold off, and unclip her gag and nipple clamps, and then I  finally passionately kissing her on the lips.

I sit on the edge of the bed and pat my knees, “come here sweetheart” I say as she carefully and slowly makes her way to my lap. “You did a great job receiving your punishment today kitten. Guess what you get.”

“What do I get Mommy?” she asks

“A present. Any present you want. Do you have anything you want?”

She looks around the room as if searching for her present. “Hehe” she giggles when she looks back at me.

(listen to Skin by Rihanna)

    “Yes babygirl, did you figure out what you want?”

“Yes Mommy I did.” she replies.

    “And what might that be, sweetheart?”

“Hehe. You.” she giggles.

    “Is that so? And what is it that you plan to do with me?” I ask.

“Nothing” she says.

    “Nothing?” I question curiously.

“Nope.”

    “Then what is it that you want?” I ask.

“For you to play with me.” she blushes.

    “Are you sure sweetheart? You may not be ready, and once we start I’m not going to stop.”

“I’m sure. I can do it.” she says confidently.

    “Okay.” I say leaning into kiss her.

“Mommy, wait.” she says and gets up off the bed and runs into her wardrobe.

    “Baby, What’s the matter?”

“I want to play dress up as well.” I said.

    “Okay baby, just hurry up.” I call out to her. After a few seconds I start to get anxious ‘It’s too quiet’ I think to myself. “Bells are you okay?” I ask and that’s when I hear it. The music:

The mood is set / So you already know what's next

Tv on blast turn it down turn it down / Don’t want it to clash when my body’s screaming out

I know you’re hearin’ me / You got me moanin’ now

I got a secret that i wanna show you / I got a secret so imma drop it to the floor

No teasin’ you waited long enough / Go deep imma throw it at you

Can you catch it / Don't hold back / You know i like it rough

I laugh “Come on Bells, the catwalk is screaming your name!”

Hearing the sound of heels I introduce her to the audience. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please have your attention For the one and only Isabelle! My little kitten!”

“Shhhh… Mommy they’re not supposed to know that part.” She playfully scolds me.

    “Well then, hurry up if you don’t want me to tell them anything else.”

“Okay, Okay; I’m coming.” she says walking out of the wardrobe.

(listen to Gorgeous By X Ambassadors)

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I say exasperatedly when I finally see her. My kitten is wearing a black lace bralette with a matching lace thong, a black corset that has a large pink bow, a garter belt with pink bows as the clips, black stockings, and 5 inch stilettos. She didn’t even stop there. She even put on her pink pleated collar with the silver bell and pink bow as well as her matching pink kitten ears.

    “I see someone went all out.” I playfully tease.

“Only for you Mommy.” she says with bright red cheeks.

    “Come here, Mommy wants to have playtime” I say as she falls to her hands and knees and crawls towards me. “Do you want the Hitachi?” I ask and she nods her head rapidly. “Alright.” I say standing up, picking her up and placing her on the bed. “Wait.”

“Yes Mommy” she replies.

    I turn and walk towards the dresser and open the third dresser to claim the wand.

“Yay!” she exclaims as I turn around and find her at my feet.

(Listen to My Girl By Dylan Scott.)

    I shake my head, “Didn’t I put you on the bed, babygirl?” I ask.

“Ya, but I didn’t want the bed I want you.” she says in her little voice.

    “Okay but can we finish this later tonight, lovebug? I feel that you should wait a little bit.” I say.

She smiles up at me and I feel like I’ve just won the lottery. “Otay mommy, what can we to?” she asks.

    Oh God, thank you for her, she’s my world.  I think. “Anything you want, besides sex.” I say.

“Can I color an’ cuttle? Oh, an’ I want ice cweam!” she says getting further and further into little space.

    “Okay love bug, lets go find you crayons and coloring books.” i say taking her hand in mine and leading her to the living room.

Before we can exit the room though she sits on the floor and starts pouting.

    “What’s wrong, Princess?” I ask.

“ No ice cweam! I want ice cweam!” She whines.

    “Okay babygirl, I didn’t say no.” I chuckle. “Now come one.”

“Uh-uh” she says still pouting.

    “Do I need to  carry you?” I ask and her face lights up. “Okay come on then.” i say and lift her into my arms. “Oh! One more thing” I say and she looks confused. “As much as I love your outfit it isn’t a proper coloring and ice cream eating outfit. I’m gonna change you into some more appropriate.”

“Apwopweeate?” she questions.

    “Something that’s okay for coloring.” I explain.

“Otay Mummy!” she says making me smile again. I carry her over to the bed and set her down to take her costume off. Once her costume is off I put her in her Rapunzel training pullups and one of my white t-shirts as I do so I tickle her belly and a string of giggles erupts from her.

“No! Mummy! ‘Top ‘’top. It Tickles!” She screams while giggling and rolling around on the bed as my hands chase her.

    “Okay, Okay Mummy will stop.” I say. “But come here. I need to take care of your bottom before i forget.”

“Otay” she says immediately positioning herself into Table.

    “Good girl.” I say pulling down her pull up and squeezing a good amount of ointment to rub in.

As i’m rubbing it in she starts to wiggle her bottom “Mummy it’s cold.” she whines.

    “It’s okay little one I’m almost done.” I say to reassure her. Once I’m done, I pull her pullups back up and pick her up to carry her bridal style into the kitchen.

“ICE CWEAM!!!!” she screams.

    “Yes yes I know love bug. What kind do you want?” I ask

“Tocwit.” She says.

    “What was that love?”

“Toc- wit!” she emphasizes.

    “What?” I say having a hard time hearing her.

“Heee” she hisses and tries to get down.

    “Two things baby girl, First no hissing at Mommy. And secondly, stay on the counter you’ll end up hurting yourself.” i say turning to open the freezer door. “Now where is the kind that you want?”

She holds up two fingers and then points down.

    “Are trying to tell me it’s the second one down.” I ask.

She nods rapidly. “YES!!!” she screams in excitement.

    I look at the second one down and see what the kind that she wants is. ‘Chocolate’ “Oh chocolate I see now okay.” i say and take it out alone with a sippy cup and straw.

“Hmmm?” she questions.

    “I want it to be easy for you to eat Lovebug.” I say.

“Otay.” she says and does her grabby hands thing.

    I chuckle, “Not yet love, I have to melt it.”

Bella starts to pout and sob.

    “Hold on. It will be done shortly.” I say trying to reassure her.

“No, Now.” she says through sobs.

    “Will my thumb be okay for now?” I ask.

She nods her head so fast. And so i set the spoon, ice cream, sippy cup, and straw down next to her and allow her to suck on my thumb. I put the ice cream up against me and carefully undo the top as well as scoop a good amount of chocolate out into her sippy cup. “Oww!” I yelp.

“What Mummy?” She asks.

    “Baby I know you didn’t mean it, but I need you to be careful with your teeth, they hurt.” I say.

“Oh, Otay. Sowwy Mummy.” she apologizes.

    “It’s fine. But I do need my thumb so that I can get to the microwave and melt your ice cream. Can you let me do that Princess?” i ask and she shakes her head. “And why might that be?”

She takes my thumb out of her mouth but keeps a firm grip on it. “Because you didn’t say the magic words.”

    I chuckle. “Ah. Good girl knowing your manners. Excuse me, Princess Bella. May I please have my hand so that I can be a good Mommy and melt you chocolate ice cream in the microwave?” I ask.

“Why of ‘orse Mummy.” she giggles and lets go of my hand. Placing a kiss on her forehead I thank her and place her ice cream in the microwave for twenty seconds. When it’s done I test it, making sure all the large chunks are gone. “Okay here you go my Princess.” I say hand her the lidded sippy cup.

She stares at it. Is something wrong Lovebug?” i ask

Nodding she says “Stwaw.”

    I laugh “oh yeah sorry Love.” and I put the straw in the cup and she starts to drink. I put the ice cream back into the freezer and then pick her up and carry her into the living room.

“Color color!” she cries.

    “Yes baby girl I know.” i say reassuringly and grab her coloring book of cats and crayons. Setting her down I hand it to her and she tries to run away. “Uh, uh. What do you say?”

“Tank You MUmmy.” she grins and runs up to hug me.

    I hug back and say “of course babygirl.”

*Time Break* (Listen to What Ifs by Kane Brown)

    My babygirl is still coloring and I can’t help but smile. How did I end up with this girl? I mean I am so broken, So damaged; and yet, here she is all perfect and intelligent, so kind (even with all of her sass) and smart. I don’t want to hurt her, but what if I already did and she’s just hiding it from me. Now, I don’t want to ask her if that’s true because I don’t want to seem insecure but at the same time our relationship is all about trust. What am I to do.  

    But at the same time what if we were meant to be together? What if this is it? What if she’s the one? I have no problem with that, but what if I am and she doesn’t tell me no, that she doesn’t feel the same way? What if I already fucked it up? What if I am actually abusive. What if I am abusive and so much more and my princess isn’t telling me anything? I have to ask, I can’t take it anymore without asking her.

(Listen to Dive by Ed Sheeran)

“Bella can you come here for a second I need to talk to you”  I say.

“What’s wrong Mommy?” she asks

    “Bella am I mean, intense, abusive?” I ask.

“Of course not Mommy you’re perfect.”

    “Bella, I don’t want you thinking that you don’t have a say in our relationship, you do. I need to know if you're okay with what we have. As well as you feel you’re safe.” I say trying not to cry.

“Mommy, Look at me.” she says and I do. “I love. I have always loved you since a few weeks after our first encounter. And I will continue to love you until you stop loving me back. Now stop fussing over this.”

    I look over at my Princess and smile. “What would I do without you.” I say and lean in and kiss her with passion.

(Listen to Say It By Flume ft. Tove Lo)

    “Come on kitten. I think we could both go for a dose of love and affection.” I say and carry back up the stairs, into our room, and onto our bed.

    I pull the pull up and her t-shirt off her body and throw them on the floor. I do the same with my clothes. I position myself between her legs and blow cold air on her clit and she immediately starts squirming. “Do I have to use the handcuffs?” I ask.

“Yes Mommy.” She squeaks.

    I chuckle getting up to get them. Once I retrieve them I cuff her into a four point restraint. “Much better.” I say which makes her smile. Going back between her legs I begin to blow cold air on her clit again. At the same time I take my hand and with two fingers, run them up and down her slit. Looking up, my kitten is biting her lip. “Kitten, go ahead if you need to moan.” and sure enough she does. “FUCK!” i curse and sit on her face so we can 69. “Make Mommy cum on your face kitten.” I tell her and she immediately accepts the invitation. I follow suit and start to eat her out. I lap at her clit as well as tongue fuck her pussy. It’s not long before I’m riding her face at the same time she’s bucking her hips into mine. Lifting my head up for a second I tell her, “release” and give my attention back to her pussy. It’s a matter of minutes before she’s cumming and of course I’m lapping it all up. The whole time she’s cumming, she’s screaming and the vibrations make me cum as well and soon she’s lapping up my cum as well.

Pulling her head back and struggling to get air due to her recent orgasm, she says, “My turn Mommy. I want to make you cum again but by myself.”

    “Of course” I say and un cuff her body. Positioning myself at the headboard I spread my legs and say, “I’m all yours.”  And she immediately takes charge burying her head into my pussy. “JESUS!” I yell at sudden contact from her. And she continues to eat me out. She starts out by tonguing my clit and nibbling a little as well. As soon as she starts to fuck me with her tongue my dominant side comes loose and I grab her hair and push her face closer to my pussy. Making her moan she takes her hand and starts thumbing my clit. “Oh shit! Shit Bella That’s it.” i say screaming and in no more than two minutes I’m cumming. Lifting her head up I see that my cum occupies her mouth. Smiling she likes my cum from her lips and says “Finished.”

    “Would you like to have another round?” I ask.

“Can I really? I want the Hitachi.” she exclaims.

    I nod in response and grab it off the night stand. “Now do you want to do it together or by yourself?” i ask.

“Together.”

    “Okay. But kitten it won’t take the both of us that long to climax seeing as how we both just came not that long ago.” I warn.

“Okay Mommy.” she replied putting one of her legs on top of mine and the other leg underneath my other leg so that we are in the scissor position. “I’m ready.”

    I turn the wand on and place it against both of our clits. “Fuck mommy! It’s so good!”She screams buck her hips in succession. “Oh I know baby.” I say bucking my hips as well. “Fuck babygirl I'm already so close.” i tell her. “Me too Mommy.” she agrees.

    I remove the wand from between us and start scissoring her instead. My pussy rubbing up against hers and the sounds of our moans. “Shit baby I’m there. Are you?” I ask. “Yes Mommy.” She gasps. “Go ahead.” I say allowing her to cum. And we do just that cumming at the same time.

Epilogue - The Next Morning.

The epilogue is Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott.  And princess wakes up to a note that tells her that Mommy and  Pancakes are waiting for her in the kitchen.