Again with a bit harder-core. Male dominant, female submissive.

We enter the room and, as soon as the door shuts, I grasp your hair and pin you to the wall. Keeping your eyes up, I glare at you.

I glare and my free hand unbuttons the top button of your blouse.

I continue glaring as each button is unbuttoned.

One.

By.

One.

Not breaking eye contact, one hand still holding you in place by your hair, my free hand works to your bra. Fingers between your mounds, I pull, as if trying to start a lawnmower. A slight rip is heard. Your feet leave the ground with your head held still.

My glare remains unbroken.

Your breasts spill out, your bra tattered, looking like a over-the-shoulder gun holster.

I release your hair, not breaking my glare, and take several slow steps, backward, to the bed. I sit upon it, still freezing you with my eyes.

“Over my lap. Now. My pet.” I whisper, my voice unwavering.

You come over.

I lift your skirt so that it’s draped over your back and then slide each of my thumbs under your panties. I push down, uncovering your ass, but no more.

I spank.

I do not start lightly. I do not warm you up. I strike, hard. My body twisting with each blow, allowing just a little more oomph with each strike.

Your cries start near immediately. Your legs kick, involuntarily.

When you place your hands over your bottom, as a barrier, I grasp them in mine, and hold them high against your back, knowing full well that the position is uncomfortable.

I begin spanking again.

Your ass turns redder and redder. And I continue until my hand is numb, when I stand, making you fall to the floor.

“On your knees,” I say, barely audible over your sobs.

There is no response, so my numb hand reaches into your hair and lifts, forcing you onto your knees.

Mascara is running down your cheeks.

My erection is evident through my pants.

I bend over and kiss you, passionately, my tongue probing the cavity that is your mouth. But a second later, I withdraw my face, quickly. You’re held by your hair, in place.

And then I squat down, place a hand underneath each of your armpits, and lift. You fly through the air, in an arc, landing, on your reddened backside, on the bed. As you land, I jump, my body landing on top of yours just as you hit the bed after bouncing from first impact. I’d like to say that I wrestle your hands & place them above your head, but you don’t offer all that much resistance. As I hold your hands above your head, to the pillow, with my left hand, my right hand starts removing the clothing about you.

“I’m going to tie your wrists to your ankles, as you’re on your knees,” I say, reaching between your legs and forcing your panties the rest of the way to your ankles and then to the floor. “And then I’m going to beat your breasts. I want you looking at me, acknowledging my glare, the entire time I do this. You will not cry out. You will not look away. You will take it, like the good girl you are.”

And as I unfasten the skirt about your waist, I whisper “and then I’m going to stand behind you, and mark the insides of your thighs.” Yanking at the skirt so that it no longer sits under you, I continue, “I’ll finger that asshole of yours as I slap one thigh, and then the next. I’ll do this until you sob. And then I’ll kneel myself in front of you and thrust my cock into your mouth to keep you quiet. I’ll grab a fistful of hair on either side of you & use your face as my little fuck puppet.”

“Would you like that, pet?”

You nod, vigorously. Hungrily.

“And when I cum?” I ask.

“I’ll swallow it all down, like a good girl.”

“Yes, you will.”

And then we start. I release your arms and unceremoniously remove the remnants of clothing hanging off of your body before positioning you on your knees, facing the headboard. I tie a length of rope around your right wrist, looping it around your ankle & wrist in a figure-8 pattern, before securing the rope onto itself. And then I do the same with your left.

With you set in the prone position, I sit myself in front of you, taking in the scene for a little while and pulling out my phone. click. “Before,” I explain, before slapping your right tit.

And the next several minutes pass as I treat your breasts as my own perpetual motion machine, one crashing into the other, before I hit that one in the opposite direction.

They each turn a lovely shade of scarlet.

But when you cry out and close your eyes, I simply grab the hanging mounds. Taking them in my strong fingers, I squeeze, as hard as my hands will allow. You open your eyes, wide. The pain silences the sobs deep within your throat. You gasp for air after several seconds. I continue to squeeze.

Eventually, the strength in my hands starts to falter, and my hands retreat. Angry red, fingerprint-shaped dots now accompany my best attempts to match your breast shade to that of your nipple.

And I stand, leaving you whimpering, and walk behind you.

Your left thigh, then your right thigh, then your left thigh. Again and again and again, I deliver quick, hard smacks. I press against your asshole with the index-finger of my left hand and press in, continuing to spank your thighs – careful that each blow never touches your pussy. I have plans for your pussy.

Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Let’s suffice to say that time passes as the sharp gasps that come with each blow turn to your continual sobs.

As promised, I position myself in front of you, grab a fistful of hair on either side of your head, and force your mouth onto my cock.

Holding my hips still, I push and pull your head, making it move back & forth, up & down.

The lead-up had me barely able to contain myself. It’s not long before I’m cumming my load deep into your throat as I force my full length into you. You’re swallowing every drop, like the good slut you are.

Withdrawing myself from your mouth, I walk to your ass. I drop to my knees and, with both thumbs, spread the lips to your pussy. I stick out my tongue and, ever so lightly, flick your clitoris a single time. You try to push your genitals closer to my face, and I withdraw, opening my mouth wide and exhaling warm breath on your wet sex.

You reach back with your hips, trying to move yourself closer to me, and I place both thumbs into the depth of your sex as I wrap my lips around the little love button, bring my lips together, and start to hum.

Your hips convulse, but I keep hold of the little nubbin between my lips. I press down with both thumbs, toward the floor and you cry out in ecstasy.

As you pant, I withdraw all contact abruptly.

I walk to the bathroom & start the tub flowing and return. Quick tugs free your wrists and ankles. I take hold of your hand and walk you to the tub. I sit down in the warm water, my cock hard, once again, as I gesture to your hand to help you in….