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L's Story

Date: 7/20/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

ran his hand through her hair one time and pushed her onto his cock again. She coughed several more times and desperately wanted to spit out the soap but she finally was able to start sucking his cock the way he liked. He let her get a couple of dozen strokes in before pulling out again. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as he unbuckled the wrist cuffs and sent her to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth while he cleaned himself up. When she came out, he was waiting at his place at the table. She began to kneel beside him when he pulled her into his lap. She curled up happily as he wrapped his arms around her and fed her several bites and swallows of drink to clear her throat of the soapy taste. "I'm sorry, Sir. I will never curse again." "Thank you, Little One. I feel certain a lesson has been learned." He helped her clear the table and led her to the living room where she knelt on the floor in front of him. "Do you want your surprise before or after your maintenance spanking, Little One?" She thought a moment and decided she was enjoying the anticipation still. "After, Sir, if it pleases you." "So bit it. Choose the cards, Little One." She turned to the coffee table and opened the wooden recipe box that sat there. She blindly selected one card from each of the three sections: Position, Number, and Implement, and handed them to him. He looked at each in turn with no reaction on his face or even in his eyes. He then laid them face up on the table as ... she watched: Standing, 30, Hairbrush. She winced at the last one. She would be sleeping on her stomach tonight and sitting as little as possible tomorrow. "Are you ready, Little One?" "Yes, Sir." He stood and offered his hand, helping her up. He patted her ass as she headed into the bedroom for the hairbrush, well, a hairbrush. There were several to choose from. She picked a wooden one with a square flat back and soft bristles. She returned, handed him the brush, and he led her to the doorway. She stood in the middle of it as he partially closed the French doors, flipping over the straps hidden by the hinges then opened them again fully. He clipped the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs to the straps and whispered in her ear. "Why are you being spanked, Little One?" "Because you want to spank me and I want to be spanked, Sir." She did not need to be reminded of the ritual. She would count out loud and thank him after every ten. And, though it wasn't always a concern but might be this time, the brush always did excite her, she would not orgasm. He rubbed the flat part of the brush over her skin slowly and gently. She could hear his breathing as it become quicker and louder. She loved being spanked but she loved it even more that he loved spanking her. SMACK! The brush came down and she jumped and squeaked. It was a bit harder than she had expected but she was happy he wasn't teasing her this time. "One, Sir." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained blows down on her and she counted, trying not ...