Getting Ready for Lunch

"Drop your pants, and lay over the bed."

I did so quickly

… and he walked away!

After five minutes,

He walked back into the room,

but because of the laundry I was folding
littering the other side of the bed,
I couldn't see him.

I hear him walk over and without any notice,

He begins to crop my ass.

He starts with a strike
hard and firm against the spot where
my thighs hit my ass.

He crops hard all over my ass,
Not missing a single spot.

"Open," he commands as he begins to
crop the inside of my thighs.

I open my legs and
without pretense,
he crops  my pussy.

It's firm and comforting and

AAAAAAHHHHHHH
(without anyone at home with us,
I scream!)
without warning,
I cum!

I must add, screaming while cumming
can be exceptionally cathartic!!!

"Stand up and take off your bra."

I quickly process what he said,
Then try to remember what the words he said
really mean and then, oh ya, I'm supposed to do that!

I stand up and quickly remove my bra.

"Pull up your shirt and hold it with your hands on your head."

I do so and he crops
both my nipples and my breast.

He's being firm and playful.
A solid crop and then toying with the nipple with the side of the crop.

He then crops three solid hits directly on the nipple and
once again, I …

I ….

I cum!

"fiona, do you know why it was important 
that we do this before we go to lunch?"
"Because you wanted to?"

"Why else?"
"Because I wanted you to?"

"Why else, fiona?"
"I don't know, Sir."

"You'll be a very good girl when we go, right?
You'll listen and be very obedient."
"YES. SIR."

"Good girl, fiona.  
No, pull down your shirt,
leave your bra off, put on your jacket,
and let's go get some lunch."