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Samantha put the cool glass of bubbling champagne to her full painted lips and drank. She closed her dark eyes as she swallowed, trying to savor every drop. She took a deep breath to calm herself knowing what was to come.
Her Sir was in the other room and he was none too pleased with her tonight. She knew that once the lashes started he would continue until Samantha was either in tears or worse, begging for him to stop. Still, she wouldn’t use the safe word, not tonight, she told herself she could handle it. They had talked about spankings and her desire to push her limits.
She had changed into her new black satin corset with gold embroidery. The design was gorgeous and accentuated the curves of her soft brown bosoms, while cinching in her mommy waistline to just outside of perfection.
Samantha stood and looked at her shapely legs in the floor-length mirror. Her dark chocolate brown skin glowing from the recent application of baby oil. She turned halfway to glance at her large round ass in the mirror, the black satin thong sat firmly in place. She smiled took another sip of champagne and sat back on the bed.
“Maybe he’ll go easy on me once he sees this new corset,” she thought, allowing herself to relax a bit.
But Sam inhaled sharply as she heard the click of the lightswitch in the next room and Sir’s footsteps drawing close. She returned the glass to the side table and lowered herself to the floor in front of the bed.
Sitting back on her knees, head bowed, eyes lowered, Samantha waited.
“Stand up, Sam,” Sir commanded as he walked into the room. “And don’t even think about having more champagne. You’re done for tonight.”
Sam stood. Her eyes still cast low. She smirked, that’s what he thinks.
“We have to talk. You lied to me, Sam, and I want to know why.”
She opened her mouth to say that it wasn’t a big deal, but she thought better and closed it. Instead she decided to play coy, “I’m not sure what you mean, Sir.”
“Do you have a monthly allowance, Sam?” Sir asked coolly. He would play her little game.
“Yes, Sir, and it is very generous,” she buttered.
“Yes, it is, Samantha,” he said her full name slowly indicating that the buttering wasn’t working. He walked around taking in her new look. He paused just behind her and traced a finger over her exposed hindparts. A shiver made its way up her spine, but Sam stood defiantly still.
“I just finished paying your monthly credit card bill and do you know how much you spent last month?” he asked.
“Hmmm…” she grinned openly now that he was behind her. “I probably lost track, Sir. If I did go over, it couldn’t be by much.”
“Interesting,” Sir said, taking rope from his pocket, grabbing her hands and tying them behind her back. “That’s almost exactly what you said last month, and then last week you said you were right on track.”
He pulled on her arms to turn her around and pushed her face forward onto the tall lofted bed, positioning her on the edge where her bare ass would be fully exposed and ready for him. He sat down on the bed next to her face, which now reflected concern.
“What? No more grinning, Samantha?” Sir said and her eyes widened. “Yes, I noticed. You’re not taking this seriously.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her rear end a light slap and hushed her.
“Sam, your bill was more than 3x’s your allowance this month. You know I’ll give you more if you need it, but how else are you going to learn to do better with money if I don’t teach you?” As he spoke he tied a gag in her mouth to muffle the noise that would come soon enough.
Samantha blinked as he stood and walked out of sight. She heard sounds of Sir undressing — his shirt, his zipper, his belt.
Oh fuck! His belt!
She tried to adjust her head further to the side to look back but she saw nothing. She strained to hear more. The anticipation was making her excited and moist between her thighs.
She was ready to apologize. Reality was hovering over her and she knew that she had been naughty, knew that she had taken advantage, knew that she overstepped, but she could put it right… if she could only speak!
Sam started to try to talk through the gag. Her words came out as moans and grumbles. “Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhh. Mmmm,” she pleaded.
Sir’s voice was behind her in an instant. “The time to talk has past, Samantha. You know the rules, since you can’t say your safe word, peace sign gesture if you’re at Red.”
The soft warm part of his leather belt landed on her thick chocolate ass with a loud slap. “Uhhh!” she moaned. Fuck that stung. He usually used his hands. What the…
The next one came down quickly after the first, harder and it stung worse hitting just below the curve at the bottom of her rump. Sir saw her wince and his groin tightened.
“Mmmm huh huh,” she cried.
He spread her legs wider and noted the moisture forming on her flower. He was tempted to taste her, but knew that would come with the soothing after her punishment.
Once again, Sir brought the belt down on her exposed rear end, but harder than before and it seemed to catch a bit of her lady parts as well— a tear began to roll down her cheek. She whimpered.
He was surprised to see a red welt forming on her dark brown skin. He had never hit her that hard, and he’d never felt as turned on as he did right now.
“Do you understand, baby girl?” Sir said laying his naked body on top of hers now. His face lay against hers. He kissed her salted tears that were streaming down her cheek.
“Take the pain as a lesson, love,” he said in her ear. “You’ve got one more lash and then I’m going to fuck your sore ass. Remember this… You’re mine. You belong to me. You do as I say, and when you blatantly defy me… baby girl, there are consequences. Do you understand?”
“Hmmm, uhuhhh, uhuhhh,” she whimpered.
Sir kissed her tear-stained cheek again and pushed his hardening erection into her soft backside as he lay on top of her — a promise of what was to come.
It happened so quickly, his warmth left her body, and without further warning the belt came down swift and hard with a crack! “Ahhhhh haaaaa unnnn huhhh huhhh,” she cried out as more tears rolled down her cheeks taking her mascara with them.
Sir stepped back to admire his work. The hot red welts forming on her deep brown chocolate ass took his breath away. He did that. It might be considered art by some… well, it was to him.
Gently, he kissed and soothed her aching backside, while Samantha sobbed quietly. As he planted soft touches with his mouth, he spoke quietly and firmly about the importance of communication and always telling him the truth since he would find out eventually. Sam fell in love with the sound of his voice and the soothing touches.
Slowly and carefully, because he was done with the punishment, Sir peeled the black satin panties down over her sore ass. She winced and whimpered. The thong clung to her now drenched pussy as he eased them down over her hips.
When her panties were off completely, Sir buried his face between her thighs, licking at the escaping moisture.
Her ass was stinging and burning so much, but somehow she was more aroused than she had ever been, especially with Sir’s tongue exploring her most gentle parts. He was licking lightly and toying, if she had the use of her hands she would hold his head still and rub her juices all over his face and mouth.
Instead she pushed back onto his face as much as possible, knowing he was still completely in control. His fingers separated her wet lips and his tongue found her go button. He licked at her and flicked it relentlessly until she began to squirm against his face, then he let up and kissed the welts in her rear again, asking if she felt she had learned the lesson.
Moaning a yes over the gag, Samantha shook her head in agreement. Sir moved up her body, feeling the soft warmth of her skin along with the smooth satin of the corset against him. He paused, once again laying his hardness against her rear, then he released the gag tied in her mouth. He pushed up onto his knees and untied her hands as well, then forced her to roll to her back and look at him.
The mascara had run down her soft pink cheeks and her dark eyes held wanting and lust. He touched a finger to her face before claiming her mouth in a fevered passionate kiss. She opened her mouth longingly for him and licked and sucked at his tongue and lips.
“Naughty girls get punished,” he whispered as his legs moved between hers. “But I love you Sam and I’ll always take care of you.” Another tear rolled down her cheek at his words, which stirred her soul.
His fingers found her soaking moisture again and he probed and stroked. Sam closed her eyes eliciting a soft moan. She spread her legs even wider and brought her knees up to take some pressure off of her aching rump.
Sir moved his wet fingers to the hole just below her flower and rubbed the slippery moisture in and around. Sam let out a long breath as he probed her dark hole. He replaced his finger with the head of his manhood and pushed against the warm tight opening until Sam relaxed and welcomed him in.
Fuck! His hardness pushed in and filled her completely, then he held still as he claimed her mouth once more.
“Relax and breathe, baby,” he whispered as he began stroking in and out. He pushed up on his arms enough to see her face. “Look at me, Sam.”
Samantha’s eyes opened to the intensity of his stare. His beautiful eyes claiming her soul, as his cock now claimed her ass. Sam’s hand was busy rubbing her clit and the sensation was building.
“Your sweet ass is mine. No other has had you here. You fit me perfectly, baby girl,” Sir said and it was true that he was her first and only anal sex experience. That turned him on, as he spoke she felt him getting harder.
Sam’s fingers moved faster, her large breasts bouncing with each stroke, and her eyes stayed locked on Sir’s. “You’re going to cum,” he said. “And I’m going to let you and when I feel you spasm… Fuck, baby, I’m going to let go.” He stroked harder now, slapping into her still-sore ass.
All of it — the pain, the pleasure, his eyes, his words — made her break and her body shuddered with the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.
“Yes,yes, yes. Mmmm,” she panted.
At the moment of feeling her body’s delicious response, Sir let go as well and pumped hard releasing his warm seed deep inside of her dark cavern.
“Fuuuck,” he panted, out of breath and spent. Sir collapsed, rolled over, and pulled her in close, kissing her face and mouth. They laid together in satiated silence.
After a few minutes of collecting her thoughts and breath, Samantha stood and walked across the room to her purse. Standing up released the warm liquid down her leg and she looked back smiling at Sir. He noticed it too and touched himself, remembering how it got there.
Sam took a few wet wipes from her bag and cleaned up a bit, and then she pulled out a small plastic bag and returned to the bedside where she sat carefully.
“Mmmm. Ok,” she moaned as she tried to settle comfortably on her welted rear end.
From the bag, Sam pulled a small ornately wrapped gift box, which she handed to Sir and said, “I wanted to tell you that I spent extra last month to get you a special anniversary gift. I’m sorry I kept it a secret, but I hope you like it. I know this is one anniversary I won’t soon forget, Sir. Thank you.”
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