“No Sir” Chloe Won’t Disobey- Part 1

It’s a warm summer evening, the sun just setting, creating a warm pink light that fills the windows throughout the house. I’m standing in the kitchen, making myself a snack. knowing full well how many times I might have to say, ‘No Sir’

I feel you walk up behind me, but pretend to not hear your quiet steps. You stand behind me, and I feel your hot breath on my neck.

“Where have you been?” you whisper in my ear.

“Out.” I say with mock ignorance. I know the response will get your attention.

You wrap your hand around mine and pull the knife from my hand and set it gently in the sink to my left. I feel you pressing against my back.

“Do you think that is an appropriate response?” You say, a harshness in your voice that makes my pussy pulse.

“No.” I say quietly.

“No, what?” You say with a hiss.

“No, sir. That was not an appropriate response.”

“Much better. Now, where were you?”

I take a breath and try to answer confidently, whispering will only make you angry.

“I was with some girls from work. We went out to dinner and had a drink.”

“That’s better. Did you let me know?”

“No, sir.”

“And why not?”

“I just forgot, sir.” My breathing is becoming heavy as you question me.

“You’ve been forgetting a lot lately. Forgetting to tell me when you’re coming home late, forgetting to tell me when you’re expecting company, forgetting to ask permission to cum. Yes, don’t think I forgot. I told you you would be punished, and I think tonight is as good as any other.”

You spin me around roughly. “Go into the room. Strip. Completely. Then kneel in front of the bed until I come in.”

I know better than to argue. “Yes, sir.” When you release your grip on my shoulders, I hurry to the bedroom.

I do just as you tell me. I kneel on the floor for what feels like hours, but it’s really only a few minutes. My pussy is dripping down my thighs. I’m becoming increasingly aware of how wet I am, even just waiting here for you.

You walk in just as my juices roll down my leg and to the floor. “My, you are a little slut, aren’t you? I think you’re far more excited than you should be for your punishment tonight. tell me. HAVE you been a good girl?” he asks. “no sir.” I simply answer.

You walk over to the drawer where we keep all of our toys.

I watch you pull two butt plugs and a wooden paddle from the drawer. You lay them on the bed behind me.

You stand in front of me. I watch hungrily as you undo you belt and let your jeans fall to the floor.

“Open.” You say bluntly. My mouth betrays me and falls open before I have a chance to think. Your cock fills my mouth.

“Suck.” You say, as if I didn’t know what to do with your cock in my throat. I lick, suck, and kiss your cock for a long while. You grab my hair and pull it as I suck you. I can tell you’re getting close to cumming from the deep moans escaping your throat, but you aren’t finished with me; you pull out of my mouth.

“Enough. Stand up.” I obey promptly. “Bend over the side of the bed.”

I lay my torso across the edge of the bed, my ass in the air. I focus on spreading my legs and raising my ass to your liking. Getting it wrong results in swift swats to my thighs.

“Very good.” Your praise fills my mind, but is quickly replaced by a sharp smack on my ass. “Stay still.” You say. “I’m going to warm you up first.”

“Thank you, sir.” Escapes my lips before the first smack lands on my ass. I try to focus solely on the feeling of your hand coming down on my bottom, but it becomes too much. I start to gasp, and my gasps turn into moans which turn into groans of pain and pleasure.

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