1. Miss


    Date: 9/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: sprite, Rating: 28, Source: LushStories

    slightly between the lips of my labia. “Keep your attention on me.” Your rebuke is gentle, but there is no denying the command. Without realizing it I’d let my eyes close as ecstasy began to seep through me. “Sorry,” I manage, much to your amusement. “Your bra.” “Yes, Miss.” Without ceremony I push the straps over my collar bones and down my arms, leaving me naked from the waist up, my swollen nipples on display as I force myself to keep my arms at my side, hands gently kneading my thighs as you silently zero in on my tits, eyes narrowing in thought. “They must ache.” It wasn’t a question. I nod anyway, feeling my eyes glaze over a little as you crook your finger, drawing me closer, close enough so that you can blow on them, breath sending shivers of delight through me. I find myself longing for you to do more, to learn forward and take one between your lips and suck. Better yet, to take it between your teeth and bite down until I beg and cry for mercy. That would be less cruel than making me stand there, untouched. “Skirt.” It takes me a few moments to react, enthralled as I am, much to your amusement. Your rich chuckle, however, galvanizes me into motion. Reaching behind me, I clumsily unzip the modest cotton skirt and wiggle out of it, pushing it down past my thighs and letting it pool at my feet, my soaked panties on display. I risk a quick glance as your eyes drift downward, seeing what you see; matching pink cotton turned dark with my juices pushing up between my ...
    pouting lips, leaving them partially on display. “Slut.” “ Your slut, Miss.” “Good girl. Mine.” Your words almost predatory. Once again, you shift, this time sitting up straight, a single finger tap on your thigh all the instruction I need. It’s all I can do not to fling myself across your lap. I know better, though. As carefully as I can, I lower myself and shuffle on my knees, turning so that my belly presses against your waiting thigh, the thin cotton of your pants brushing against my trembling flesh. “Mine,” you repeat, hand resting on my head, fingers splayed, slowly closing until you're gripping my hair tightly. I am unable to stop myself from letting out a fevered moan. “Up,” you command, barely giving me a chance to comply as you pull me over your thighs. I gasp with pain as I feel my hair tugging at my scalp, guiding me until my cunt, dripping with lust, is positioned between the juncture of your thighs, leaving my ass vulnerable. “Palms and toes touching,” you chide, free hand resting casually on the back of one thigh, your nails raking lightly up and down, making me squirm. “And be still.” I do my best to comply. It’s not perfect, but it satisfies you. “Now, ask again.” Nails continue to rake sensuously up and down my thigh, and then further up, over my ass cheeks, tracing along the line of my soiled panties, making my voice shake uncontrollably. “Spank me, please, Miss?” You peel my panties slowly off with one hand, pulling at my hair, forcing my head back. I let out a ...
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