Yes, Master

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I originally wrote this story as a part by part posted thing on my tumblr account. Decided to bring it over here, because who doesn't love a little spanking? ;D - Mia

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"I'm baaaaack~!" Her voice was almost sing-songy as she came through the front door, pulling her shoes off and dropping her bag on the end table. She emptied her pockets, phone, keys, and placed the iced cream down with them. "They didn't have mango so I got rum raisin, hope that's oh..kay."

She turned as she was speaking. It was then that she noticed he was already there, watching her. Her voice stalled as she realized what was different.

The suit. He was wearing the suit.

She froze. Breathing growing shallow as he closed the difference between them, pressing her against the wall, his arms wrapped around her, dragged her closer, lifted her leg. Mouth pressed against hers, teeth nipped at her lip, and she moaned.

And then it was over, he had pulled away and was looking at her as she leaned against the wall, breath shuddering, eyes fluttering and trying to catch her breath.

"Downstairs. Five minutes." His words had the growl to them she had grown to associate with everything about this moment. "You know what I expect."

And then he was gone, leaving her standing there, shivering.

When she got to the basement he was already in his seat, waiting, and she was prepared. She disrobed and moved to stand in front of him. She was shaking already, waiting for him to move, to speak, to do anything really.

She fidgeted, and his lips curve up in a smile. He was planning something, well of course he was, he wouldn't have told her to come down there if he wasn't. Her eyes close as she attempts to level her breathing, but that's interrupted by his throat clearing.

"Eyes open, pet. And on me."

"Y...Yes, Master." Her voice is already shaking, as she opens her eyes and looks to him, the look in his eyes, it speaks hunger to her, and her body responds in kind.

"Knees."

It's an almost immediate reaction, the way she drops, thankful for the rug beneath her as her knees hit the ground. Her arms folding behind her, eyes dropping to the floor as he slides off his seat.

She watches his feet as he moves, biting her lip, she tries to steady her heartbeat as he moves closer, crouching in front of her, and when the leather meets her neck she gasps. It's always a surprise, feeling the collar snap back into place. She honestly wished she could wear it all the time, but it was best that society didn't view them differently she supposed.

"Now, pet...You forgot something very important." He's stroking her cheek as he speaks, and the emphasis on the one word causes her to flinch. It takes her a moment to realize what he means. The reason he was dressed up wasn't just for the benefit of the situation that she was currently in.

"Oh, M...Master...I...I..." Her eyes are widening slowly as she speaks, realization flooding her. "I'm sorry, Master."

"I know you are, pet." His fingers move to her hair and she shudders, eyes closing. He clicks his tongue and they open once more. "But we have to deal with this, don't we? You've been..."

She flinches, waiting for the words. She knows he has as many issues saying it as she does hearing it.

"A bad girl." A whimpering sob escapes her lips as his fingers grip at her hair, jerking her head back slightly, staring into her eyes. "And bad girls...pet...They get punished, don't they?"

"Y...Yes, Master."

The coat comes off, leaving him in the waistcoat and tie. She has no doubt in her mind that by the end of the evening he'll be as naked as her. But at that point her mind wasn't due to be dwelling on other things. Not as he released her hair and nudged his head in the direction of the wicker trunk that held most of their toys, and doubled as another surface.

He's moving over there already, finding a place comfortable enough to rest his body against, watching her as she moves to stand, to make her way to him. He growls.

"Crawl." Her eyes flicker up to him in question, but she complies, moving across the floor on her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on the floor. She hears him shuffling, and when she looks up his tie and waistcoat are placed neatly near him. She shivers, and when he pats his lap she moves up and into position, draping herself over him, ass raised slightly. "Now, pet...You know what to do."

She waited, anticipation building within her with every second that passed. She could feel his hand moving in the air above her ass, could hear her breath, already reduced to panting as she squirmed in his lap. One arm went over her waist, holding her in place.

SMACK!

It came just as she had become relaxed, and in response her body jerked, shock shooting through her system at the sudden change.

"Well?" His voice reached her ears as she whimpered and she barely managed to choke out a response. How long would she last if she could barely speak already?

"O..one, Master!"

SMACK!

Another one, another instance of her body jerking in shock, and as the shock-waves of pleasure and pain rocketed through her she couldn't help but moan just a little.

"Two, Master!"

"You've been a bad girl, pet..." He whispers, leaning down to rest his lips against her ear, his fingers caress her ass as she whimpers. "Haven't you?"

"Y..yes, Master. I have."

"Have what?" He chuckles in her ear and she moans.

"I've been...I've been a bad girl, Master."

"Oh, I know..."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She's thankful for the pillow as she buries her face in it, hiding the fact that there are tears streaming down her face now. She doesn't know if they are because of the pleasure, the pain, or the guilt. Because of the punishment, or because she disappointed him. But she sobs, and she counts.

SMACK! SMACK!

His hand slides up her spine and into her hair, tugging on it, pulling her face from the pillow, she whimpers.

"Head out of the pillow, pet. I want to hear you when you scream."

Her arms move to hold her head up, finger moves to her mouth as she moans, his hand snakes back down her back, slowly, languidly. She shudders.

SMACK!

"S...seventeen, Master..." Her clit is throbbing with every sting of sensation that sends its way through her. She desperately wants him to touch her, to stroke her, to bring her pleasure. But she has to deal with the punishment. It is something she needs. She needs the discipline, the structure. She needs to know she's done wrong...and that he forgives her for that.

"Now...Why are you a bad girl?" His hand is caressing her ass gently, fingers moving over the reddened skin, admiring the color as it blossoms on her pale cheeks.

"I...I..." She gulps, biting her lip. She always had trouble with this sort of thing, the answering the questions. "I...I was supposed to.."

SMACK! SMACK!

"Speak up, pet." His voice is low, a warning, and she shudders.

"N...Nineteen, Master! I was supposed t...to come home earlier, Master...We were going to...going to go out to...to dinner."

"And?"

"And I didn't come home, Master..."

"Exactly...I hadreservations, pet...Now. Stand, let me look at you."

When she stands, facing him, the smirk that crosses his face makes her shiver. He enjoys seeing that reaction. He enjoys looking at her full stop. He knows she doesn't enjoy her appearance, that it makes her nervous, and he tries to make her feel better about that.

"You're beautiful." He whispers, and she blushes. But a second later it's back to the stony expression of before and she straightens up. "Come here, pet."

She steps toward him, one step, two. Her hands are twitching at her sides, she wants to wrap her arms around her body, protect herself even though she knows that with him she is safe.

When she's close enough his arm lashes out and takes her wrist, pulling him close. He leans her, pulling her arm over his shoulder as his other hand glides to her ass, watching the reddened globes with a satisfied smile. His fingers trail gently over the skin, barely a touch and she shudders, gasping.

When she opens her eyes she realizes she can see herself in the mirror and blushes. She's distracted from the thought as his fingers slide down from her ass, trailing across the lips of her pussy. He teases her, and she loves it.

"P...please..." She manages to gasp out as his fingers slide between the folds, she can hear the happy murmuring from him as he notes how absolutely wet she is, and she whimpers. "M...Master..."

His hands move away from her and she whines, pleading, pressing her ass back in hopes of coming into contact with them again, but to no avail. He is smirking as her hips move, as she whimpers. Of course she wants more, shealwayswants more.

"No, pet. Not just yet." He nudges his legs, indicating that she should stand again, his head motions toward the futon on the floor and she nods, slowly, carefully, making her way over there. As she kneels on the bed she hisses, she can feel the heat emanating from her ass. "Sensitive, pet?"

She nods, whimpering, eyes moving up to him as he stands, fingers moving to buttons, slowly removing them from their places. She bites her lip. He knows what it does to her, seeing him do that, how she loves to do it herself, and not being able to...She shudders.

In a moment the shirt is off and dropped to the floor, and he's pushed her back onto the bed. A small wail escapes her as her ass hits the bed, her eyes closing. He's between her legs, staring into her eyes as his hand slid up her thigh.

"Now, pet...I could just fuck you. I could just give you what you want, have you gasping, moaning, begging...And we both know you would love that..." He smirks. "Or...I can make it last longer, I can make you scream with pleasure, and then when you can't take it anymore I will fuck you."

She's writhing beneath him at his words, she can practically feel herself growing more and more wet as he speaks, as his words slither through her mind and leave her shuddering, gasping. He takes her hand in his, smirk turning to grin as he drags it down, pressing it against himself.

"Believe me, pet. I want you as much as you want me. But this is worth waiting for..."

He's moving up the bed toward her, and her arms wrap around his shoulders as he looks into her eyes, smiling sweetly. She knows that smile, it promises her happiness, relief, it promises that she will be writhing in moments if he allows it.

"So..pet." He purrs, nuzzling against her neck, nipping at the skin, causing her back to arch as a low moan leaves her, his hand glides up to her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. Her eyelids flutter. "Are you willing to wait a little? I'm sure you are, you do want to be agood girldon't you?"

The words cause her to gasp, of course she does. Of course she wants to be a good girl, she wants to please him, she wants to make him smile. His lips move to her collarbone, to her breast, she groans, fingers moving to his hair.

He chuckles against her skin, he can feel her heart beating rapidly just through simple contact, he knows how much she wants him, he's denied her for almost two weeks, he has brought her to the edge time and again and then absolutely refused to let her climax. He has a feeling she won't be able to control herself if he wound her up too much that night...But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

"Pet?" He looks up into her eyes as they open, fluttering. She blushes, biting her lip.

"Y..Yes, Master?"

His hand slips down between them, gliding up her thigh and stroking up her slit, she gasps, though it soon turns to whimpers as he slides down the futon to rest between her legs, looking up at her with a salacious grin.

"Don't youdarecum."

He doesn't move, doesn't touch, doesn't even breathe. He just waits. She's whimpering, hips moving as much as he'll allow. There's a few minutes of this before he finally does something, and when he does the sound that leaves her is nothing short of brilliant.

It's a simple movement, parting his lips and blowing an ever-gentle stream of air out over her glistening pussy. And how she moans, arching her back, hands flying from the blankets to his head, fingers slipping into his hair as her hips buck slightly at the sudden sensation, at the deliciousness of it.

"Don'tcum." He growls again, and she shudders.

"Yes, Master." Her words are followed by his tongue, and a squeal from her, fingers tightening in his hair, a low groan escapes him.

His tongue glides up between her folds, sampling her juices as he delights in the squeaks and whimpers that begin pouring from her lips. He repeats the action, this time with a little more pressure and she yelps, grasping at his hair and pressing her hips to his face. He obliges, spearing her with his tongue, and she cries out.

Her legs have wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place as his tongue dances around her, touching everything but her clit. It's driving her insane, all she needs is for him just to touch, just once...and she'll be happy.

"M..master,please!" She wails as he so very nearly misses it again. She can't take this torture, he hasn't been like this in the last two weeks, he hasn't come this close, and neither has she.

"Oh no, pet." He murmurs against her, pressing her lips to her pussy before pulling away. "Not just yet. Patience, pet."

He flips her over onto her stomach, and she moves into position on her knees, elbows on the futon, ass in the air. He grins, she was so well behaved when she wanted to be, and knew just how he liked her. He ran a finger up and down her thighs, over her ass, which was still quite red, dipping into places that made her shiver and murmur and beg. He leaned close, running his tongue up her leg, grinning as she shuddered.

"M...Master..."

He paused, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at him.

"M..masterplease." He clicks his tongue, sighing. Such an impatient pet, he'd have to teach her the proper uses of being patient...but for now...

He sunk his teeth into her thigh, and she screamed.

"Now, pet...what is it you want?"

She's sobbing slightly as she tries to recompose herself. It's been a while since he bit her that hard. He's still nibbling at her skin as she tries to speak, his hand has snaked up to her pussy, finger tapping against her clit lightly as the seconds pass. Every time she thinks she can manage a word he taps again and she loses her train of thought, whimpering.

"M...Master.."

Tap, tap, tap...

"M..Master, pleaseee~" She practically wails the words as she shudders.

Tap, tap, tap...

"Please,what,pet?"

"Fuck me, Master! P...Please!"

That's all he needed to hear, he grips her legs and flips her back onto her back, leaning over her, his grin wide. He presses himself against her and she groans, hips rocking against his, the mere sensation of feeling him sending delicious sensations straight through her.

"You know what, pet?" He whispers as he lines himself up with her entrance, dipping in just a little, enough to have her whine, try to get more of him inside, something he won't allow.

"M...Master?" She's gasping, hands in her hair. She's desperate and he knows it.

"Good girls..." He pauses as she shudders. "They get what they ask for."

He thrusts into her, neither gentle or slow. She cries out as he does so, a low groan escaping him at the same time. Her head falls to the blanket as she begins to pant, feeling him as he stays there for a few moments, waiting for her to get used to him before he begins to fuck her quite thoroughly.

Each thrust left her panting, hips moving to meet his now he would allow it. She was letting out cries of shock as each time he thrust within her he completely filled her, rocked her body and sent explosions of sensations rocketing through her like fireworks let off in a little room.

He lifts her legs over his shoulders, groaning as he slips deeper into her, adoring her expression of bliss as he sinks into her once more.

His lips find her shoulder as he leans his body forward, and he bites. He bites as he begins fucking her harder and harder. Soon he is moving to the other side, his hand slipping up to her throat, and hearing her strangled groan as he does so makes him grin.

"Do you want to cum, pet?" He growls in her ear over the sound of her cries. Her breath hitches and he chuckles, squeezing her throat a little tighter before releasing, allowing her to gasp in air. "Well?"

"Yes, Master! Please! P...oh God! Please!"

"I'm sure you can beg better than that."

He pauses in his movements and she cries out, clawing at the bed above her head, she wants him to continue, fuck, she was so close, why did he stop, no, no, that's not fair, it's not fair!

But when was he ever fair?

"Come on, pet. Don't you want to cum?" She whines, wrapping her legs and arms around him in some attempt to get him to move again, but it fails, he moves his lips to her ear and chuckles, causing her to gasp. "Beg."

She was shuddering, lip bitten and whimpering.

"Please, M..Master! P..please! May I c..cum? Please! I...I need to cum, Master, please!" The last word is drawn out as he begins to move again, as he chuckles again, keeping his lips near her ear.

"Mine." He moans, and she whines softly. "Mine!"

If there was a possibility that he was being gentle before what came now was much less so, she cries out beneath him, breathing in pants, her hips move with his, every thrust, every stroke, she's so close, she's teetering on the edge.

And when his teeth sink into her shoulder it all just blends into one big moment of pure bliss as she sees stars, hollering beneath him, nails digging into his back, clawing at him as he thrusts deep into her. They're both shuddering now, he stops biting, forehead against her shoulder as he joins her in her cry, groaning.

And when it's over he remains there, body pressed to hers as they both gasp in little breaths of air.

Afterwards, when they've recovered, when he's peeled himself away from her, despite her clinging to him, he lies next to her, fingers stroking at the sensitive skin, peppering her with kisses. She's still riding the high of her orgasm, lost in a sea of bliss.

His touch is feather-light, fingers trailing from her ankle to her knee, knee to her hip. They curve over the area and a little moan leaves her. He smiles.

"Good girl...My good girl. All mine."

She nods, looking through him through heavily lidded eyes.

"Oh yes, Master...All yours. Always."

After a moment of silence, his fingers still moving across her skin she begins to giggle, her body shaking as she does so. He raises an eyebrow in question, watching as she covers her face as the giggles take over.

"What is it?"

"I...hehe..So...um...Round two?"

He chuckles, moving close, fingers moving from her knee again, only this time they don't hit her hip, she gasps.

"Good girls get what they ask for."

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AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago
Wow

Reading this well playing with yourself just wow I couldn't help but cum

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
Title

You should consider changing the title to 'Good girls get what they want.'

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
"Good girls get what they ask for."

And a good girl gets what she wants - and sometimes what she didn't but might be persuaded to! Very nicely done - a fine story. Five stars and thank you.

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