It had been a few weeks since I saw him. Circumstances had taken over and prior to our previous meeting it had been a while so I was was thrilled at the idea of seeing him twice in a short time. This time I couldn't let myself get too excited - because of work it would only be 3 days before he would know he could make it.
I waited, putting it to the back of my mind as much as possible. He had told me already, as he always does, what I should wear. I knew the visit would be fairly brief so wanted to be ready. On Friday he told me that his meeting that day had gone well and although he had some work to do in the morning he would be able to spend the afternoon with me. It was at that point I relaxed and allowed myself to look forward to it. Over the weekend I carried on as normal ..... always in my head the fact that Sir was coming to see me soon. Little things like being in the queue at the supermarket and my mind wandering, bringing a nervous and quite frankly smug smile to my lips all adding to to the build up.
On Sunday I found myself in a foul mood, I was stroppy, unnecessarily jealous & petulant with him.
Monday morning arrived, I'm used to him arriving in the morning but today was different. I had the whole morning to panic! I also had the whole morning to prepare and usually the knowledge that he arrives early pushes me into focussing and being prepared so surely this time I had more time and would be more prepared than any sub had ever been?! Not so it seems ... a morning of dithering and thinking I had plenty of time threw me. He sent me a text telling me he was on his way and to be ready for half one. More dithering followed, a shower, wash hair, a blog post etc. Then I got a text telling me the traffic was good and he would be here early! This never happens when he comes in the morning he's always held up. I was so unorganised that I was still upstairs putting on the dress that I had finally chosen I heard the door knock. I got a text saying he was on my doorstep, I replied I would be down in a minute .... keeping him waiting .... not good.
Halfway down the stairs I realised I had no lipstick on. I'm not a girl who wears lots of make-up but am rarely seen without my lipstick ... still, it was too late now, I'd kept him waiting long enough.
I opened the door, he looked serious and just said 'hello' in his ususal annoyingly erotic relaxed manner. En route to a business trip he was dressed in his grey pin stripped suit trousers and a plain white shirt with no tie. I was wearing a blue silk dress & white frilly knickers ... no lipstick & bare foot! I met his hello with an equally annoying stupid grin & many apologies for my disorganised welcome which was silenced with a kiss.
'Upstairs' he said. As always I slowly climbed the stairs in front of him. Half wanting to run, half wanting to go as slow as possible, eyes straight ahead, heart pounding feeling him watching me as I walked. Within seconds and some more kisses of getting in the bedroom I was over his knee. I love that command, I love those moments of waiting for the first impact, the initially sting, the sound that breaks the silence. There was not silence for long the sound of his hand making contact through my knickers was soon drowned out by my own cries. Draped over his knee I could feel his enjoyment of my helpless situation as his cock hardened against me. He built up the pace and several blows later my bottom was glowing red in lovely contrast to my white knickers.
He told me to wait face down on the bed which of course I did, I could hear him undressing and could hear movement from my dressing table .... my naughtiness on Sunday had definitely got me in trouble, he was reaching for the hairbrush. He knows how I fear the hairbrush!!. In the past he has used the cane, paddles, tawses & a whip (as well, of course, as his hand which is my favourite) but the hairbrush induces a great sense of panic. He once ordered me to spank myself with the hairbrush and send him pictures, even timidly using it on myself it left marks. He only uses it when I really deserve it.
As always he moved slowly, drawing it out, my breath shallow, body trembling, it was obvious from all those signs (not to mention my very damp knickers) what the anticipation was doing to me. Feeling the hairbrush strike my already scorching bottom I squealed and tried to wriggle away, he held me firmly and carried on. He switched back to using his hand, building up more heat, occasionally stopping to finger my pussy and gently stroke & soothe my hot skin. I of course apologised for my behaviour on Sunday and promised to try harder to be a good girl. I was grateful for my disclipline and being a kind and giving Sir he allowed me to spend some time sucking his delicious cock. I was desperate to cum but always know I can't without asking first. I was back over his naked lap soon, paying the price for digging my nails into his bum whilst sucking his cock. Occasionally I forget myself, scratch him, bite him, a quick and a stern look & a slap are soon putting me back in line.
Finally after much asking nicely I was allowed to ride his cock. I asked politely again and was allowed to cum. It was just before that point he instructed me to tweet about what I was doing (not as easy as it sounds & he is now the ONLY person that knows the pin to my phone!) The extra little things that take me just outside my comfort zone add to his amusement and heighten the pleasure I get from pleasing him. I had clearly apologised enough for my bad behaviour as he offered me the choice of whether he came in my mouth or pussy. I was hot, wet & ready to come again so I didn't need to think long before saying pussy. Still giving me the odd spank as I writhed on top of him he gave me permission to come again, he was ready too and as I lost myself for a moment he came inside me.
I am getting the goosebumps just thinking about it. I love the honesty, the chatting, the laughing, the teasing, the trust and the genuine friendship that accompany our encounters. The extremely pleasurable orgasms and hot spankings are also a bonus! So we chilled in each others arms for a little while & then as a every good girl does I said thank you Sir, and then did as I was told and got him some food.
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