I know I've been a bad girl and I'm trying so very hard to distract you from my coming punishment. I lead you to the bedroom and get on my knees and take your cock into my mouth. I'm hoping the feel of my deep, wet blow job will take your mind off of the spanking you promised me.
I know I've been a bad girl. I've been irritable since waking and you say what I need is a spanking to make me a good girl again. I love, but dread the feel of your hand, caressing, then smacking my soft, white ass harder and harder til I'm flaying my legs, crying and thrashing, begging for you to stop, please!!
You stop, but only long enough to slip a finger into my wet, hungry pussy. I need this and we both know it. I've been craving the feel of your masculine domination. I want you to remind me that I'm a woman, make me feel vulnerable and exposed.
You laugh when you feel the wetness of it, then take your soaking finger out of my quim and push it between my lips... "Taste your cunt...", you say. I don't want to lick it, but I see it will go much worse for me if I don't . Utterly humiliated, I open my mouth to receive your cunt soaked finger, licking and sucking it like a narrow cock. I taste sweet and juicy and I'm even more aware of the throbbing in my pussy.
"Please, Master, spank me more, please, spank me til I cry!", I whimper and I feel your hand return to my still red & warm buttocks. You touch my cheeks first, gently, I can feel your calloused hands tickling me with the lightest touch. Then your hands rises, then falls, hard and fast upon my ass cheeks. I kick my feet and try to resist, but you only hold me tighter and spank me harder...
"Remember, whore, you asked for it...", you snarl to me...
