Will you answer your fucking phone or reply to your messages? [send]
I’ve been busy, I’m not at your beck and call [send].
But you are, you do exactly as I tell you [send].
Arsehole [send].
That’s your choice is it? Arsehole first [send].
In your dreams [send].
No, in yours. You’d better be ready when I get back. On your knees and properly attired [send].
Fuck you [send]
No, fuck you, but not until you’ve paid the penalty for not answering [send].
Where are you? [send]
Outside, so you’d better be ready [send]
She heard his key in the lock. She was still in her jeans and t-shirt, not ready by any means but it could be worse. She removed her top and sneaked a look at her perky tits in the mirror. She cursed the strap marks that hadn’t faded but she looked good, she knew that. As she knelt on the blue cushion that she’d grabbed from the sofa her hair fell forward. Too late to tie it back, he was on the stairs. She knew she’d take six for the jeans and six more for her hair. Those and at least six more for not answering when he’d called. She could feel the anticipation of his hard slaps on her bare backside as it started to burn between her legs.
He was here. He looked good in the grey two-piece. She looked up at him.
“It won’t suck itself, will it? We’ll deal with your failure to prepare afterwards.”
She unzipped him and reached inside his boxers to free the familiar blood-gorged member. She knew it was all a front, he’d enjoy it. She was good on her knees, even better on her back. She’d win him over. She kissed the bulging tip and licked the drops of pre-cum from it. She poked out her tongue, licked the underside of the shaft then took the first few inches inside her willing mouth. Her lips sealed the deal and she started to suck hard, bobbing gently.
She felt his hand on the back of her neck. He drew her gently on to him, it was not his style to force the issue but she knew he always wanted to go deeper. Her eyes started to run as she increased speed, he pulled her closer and she felt his balls as they collided with her chin. She reached up and gently stroked them. She pulled back, sucking hard, then drove forward onto him. She pulled back again and worked her tongue around him. She felt his hand and resumed the rhythmic bobbing. She felt him tense and knew he was close.
She thrust forward, sucking for all she was worth and felt him explode. Spurt after spurt hit the insides of her mouth and throat. She couldn’t swallow it all and felt the excess running down her face. He wouldn’t like that, six more she thought. She sucked and licked him clean as he withdrew and looked up at him as he did up his trousers.
“Bad form, you spilled,” he said, “very bad.”
“I’m sorry,” she began.
“You will be, assume the position.” She got up, moved the cushion so that it was next to the bed and bent over it. “Spillage, six, incorrect attire, six, failure to answer my call, six, hair not tied back, six. Have I missed anything? Remove your jeans.”
She did as instructed. She could feel the wetness between her legs as it soaked her knickers. “Now those,” he said. Naked, she bent as far over the bed as she could. Her arse was in the air, legs slightly apart. Twenty-four slaps would hurt, she’d know about them for days. She gasped as he drew a finger down from the small of her back between her cheeks to her quivering pussy. “Do I need to go over the rules?” He then ran his finger up the insides of her quivering thighs before he inserted his finger deep into her.
“No,” was all she could manage as he twisted inside her.
“Double forfeit if you break one then.”
The first slap hit her right buttock. He knew how to find the spot where it would sting most. She could imagine the red imprint of his hand on her pale backside. The second landed in almost the same spot and the third was higher. Her right cheek throbbed. She sensed him changing position slightly and then the left received the same attention. He paused after six, he always did, and drew his finger down the cleft of her buttocks again. He found his mark, her pussy was streaming and he gently massaged the lips.
“Don’t you dare move, double forfeit,” he said, the rained three rapid, hard strokes onto her right cheek and three more onto the left. She was hurting, her arse was throbbing and stinging, she wanted to move to work her pussy, to feel his big cock deep inside her. He paused, she sensed her nipples trying to bore into the duvet. She waited, this time he didn’t touch her.
The first of the third set was the hardest of all. She let out a loud gasp and a low moan that matched the slap as his hand hit her buttock. She knew what was coming. She was supposed to stay silent. “We start that set again, once we’ve added the silencer,” he said as he stuffed her knickers into her mouth so she could taste her own juices.
Twenty-four became twenty-five.
She wasn’t counting but she knew they were near the end. Two hit the right side then two more on the left. He always did this. The last two were always the hardest. His hand hit her right buttock with every ounce of force he could muster. Every single nerve end rebelled as she caught her breath. He adjust his position and repeated the dose on the left. She knew they had finished. He left his hand in position and his fingers roughly grasped her arse, working their way into the crack.
Her arse cheeks would be bruised, she ached and they stung. She knew they’d be glowing red after the attention he’d just given them. Her pussy throbbed with ecstasy and she could feel the juices running from it. He broke the silence, “Showtime.”
She knew what to do. She removed her soaking knickers from her mouth then reached behind her and eased her sore cheeks apart. “You made your choice. I think you may regret it now,” he said as he placed his thumb on her puckered hole. She knew what was coming and felt two fingers as they slid into her swollen, wet pussy. He pressed his thumb against her resistance. She gasped as the hole gave way and she felt it inside her. He squeezed his thumb and fingers closer together, highlighting the pleasure pain she was feeling. “Now, unless you were calling me an arsehole, we have an appointment, don’t we?”
He squeezed again, then withdrew his digits from both holes. She felt his hard cock press against her. Her pussy throbbed. She weighed up the pleasure she’d get and the pain that was still to come.”
“No, fuck me, please. You were being an arsehole.”
“It’ll cost you six more,” he said, “afterwards.”
She nodded, then yelled as he plunged into her hot, pulsing pussy. She was overcome by waves of familiar pleasure as she welcomed the invader. He drove deeper, forcing her into the softness of the bed. When he paused, she relaxed, enjoying the exquisite mix of pleasure from inside her and the stinging pain of her buttocks.
Pushing her down into the bed, he started to pound her, just as she liked it.