A Monday With The Boy

He told me to go to his room and dress up and I did what I was told and then I lay down.

I was nervous with the anticipation of the moment. When he joined me I was shaking. He got into bed next to me and ran his hands dully over my body to check if I'd done as I had been told. I hope he was satisfied. We messed around, kissing a little, my teeth were chattering. 

"Roll over" he said and I did. 

I was on my stomach, knees bent a little, face down, when the first spank hit. I sighed hard, a few more came after and I was wet and smooth and released and thankful. He twisted me back round and rubbed the material of my pants between my legs. I was uncomfortable, the lace was sodden, he took pleasure in it. 

I got on my knees when he told me to, I crawled to the floor like a bad pet and I sucked and played like a puppy, his hands in my hair, his eyes on my bobbing chest. I took two smacks across the cheek for my pleasure, and I relished it. I wasn't allowed to taste his climax, he spread it across my chest like butter instead.

I was allowed to finish twice, that night, once with my own hands, once with his. He said to me "Be a good girl and come for me" and I was. I gushed my pleasure across his palm, swarming with feeling. He kissed my stomach.