The Crop And The Consequence

"As someone is in our house,

I can only do this once"

he says as he caresses my ass with the crop.

"Ask me for it, fiona."

"Oh, Sir, please spank me."

"How do you want it?"

"As hard as you can, please, Sir.

I need it." I say

 and for good measure I ask again.

"Please, Sir, spank me as hard as you can."

Sir takes an audible breath of air.

"Oh, fiona, you've never said that before.

Do you know that? 

You've never asked me to spank you 

As Hard As I Can!"

He C.R.O.P.S. my ass…

one wicked hard strike.

and leaves a wonderful stripe!

Sir tells me to stay over his bed, 

with my pants pulled down 

and my panties pulled just below my ass

while he goes downstairs to talk to contractor at our house.

The windows are open and the curtains are pulled wide

it's sunny outside and anyone driving by could see me.

I stay for a very long time and then

Dumbass me…I get to feeling scared

and self conscious and embarrassed.

I stupidly move and close the curtains.

When Sir comes back in,

he notices and is very disappointed.

He walked in to spank me again, but instead…

puts away his implement.

He walks over to his chair and sits.

He's quite.

I feel so disappointed in myself for doing it.

For intentionally not staying where he told me to stay.

He calls me over.

He strips me, gently.

He pushes me to my knees and 

tilts my head and cradles it in his lap.

I ask for his forgiveness.

He tells me he forgives me,

but that there are consequences.

After holding me for a few minutes,

Rubbing my head and soothing me,

He tells me to stand.

He fingers me until I have cum 

dripping down my legs, literally.

He takes me to the closet

Pushes me up against the shelves.

His face next to my ear,

he whispers to me that

I am to stay

(he reaches his hand around and 

begins to play with my nipples)

He will go downstairs

And I am to stay, right here

That I am his to do with as he pleases.

He reaches my nipple and squeezed hard,

then clamps my nipple and attaches it to the 

motherfuckingshelf.

He does the same with the other nipple

Then tells me exactly what a 

good girl should do

all the while, giggling my breasts

which are clamped to the 

motherfuckingshelf.

My head lols onto his shoulder

He leaves,

turning off the light

and shutting the door.