I was 16 when we first met, I was nervous and sitting on a bench outside the local hospital where I told you I would be waiting. I was not sure what you looked like as we had not discussed that in our chats over the computer, it was irrelevant.
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I watch as people walk in and out, wondering if one of them is you but cannot be certain. After about 20 or so people walk by I finally relax and my mind starts to wander. I think about what's going to happen and if I'm making the right decision.
Out of the corner of my eye a stranger catches my attention, like a connection, but they walk inside and I think nothing of it. Five minutes pass and that same stranger comes up in front of me and says my name. My head pops to attention and my stomach flies to my throat, I know it's you at last.
I stand up and we embrace in a hug and you walk me to your car, your hand on the small of my back guiding me the whole way. I'm shaking in anticipation and nerves, you seeing that grab my chin and kiss me long and deep. Sitting next to you I start to blush, and look down at my lap. My legs are pushed tightly closed and my hands are pushed snug between them. You grab my wrist and tell me to open my legs and tell me that I should always have my legs open and waiting for you. I oblige and open my legs, but you tell me to open them farther. I give you a look like are you serious? You return a stern look with one eyebrow raised and tell me without saying a word to open my legs farther now! I don't want to test my luck and challenge you, so I open them as far as I can. You put your fingers between my legs to find me very moist, you chuckle to yourself and we pull out of the parking lot..
We have a long drive ahead, so we make small talk for a while to ease the nerves and tension. During the drive I forget about my legs and they slowly close, you are keeping note and at the right moment slap my inner thigh and tell me in a firm but gentle voice to keep my legs open. I jump and gasp in surprise and quickly open my legs. You give me that same stern look with your raised eyebrow, but I do not know why. "Forgetting something, girl?"
"Um..." is all I can get out before another slap across my thigh, I gasp and jump again. I'm confused and forget everything.
"You are supposed to thank me for correcting you, and are to apologize for not following orders."
I snap back to reality, started apologizing and thank you for correcting me. You smile at me and nod saying "good girl" and continue driving.
When we finally arrive at your place you tell me to go in and take all my clothes off. You say I am to be kneeling by the door waiting for you and that I have two minutes. I hurry upstairs trying as fast as I can to follow instructions but things are not working out as I had planned. I'm wearing laced up dress boots that are fighting me and wasting time. You walk in to witness me in a panic cursing my boots and fumbling to hurry, but it's too late! I see you walk in and know it has not been two minutes already, but dare not speak that thought out loud. It would not be a good excuse and would only make things worse.
I sit down on the floor and quickly continue to unlace my boots as you walk to your chair to sit down. When I finish you motion for me to come and kneel at your feet, and I do so quickly as to not make you wait any longer.
Since I am new and still needed training you let my transgression slide, but just this once. You pet my hair back from my face and stroke my cheek and smile saying, "What a pretty little one you are." You then unzip your pants, pull out your cock and tell me to suck it. You are very hard already and are rather large.
I slowly start to lick you up and down, taking your balls in my hands and mouth. You push my head down slightly and hold me there. Gagging, I instinctively struggle and push myself up off you. You swat my bottom and tell me to NEVER push you away or try to stop what you are doing, and tell me to take you in my mouth again. You start to pump in and out and push me down to see how much of you I can take.
I'm still gagging but start to relax as you keep pumping in and out and farther down my throat. You grab me by the hair and pull my face up to yours, locking me in a deep kiss. You then push my face back to your cock and continue pumping in and out and when you speed up I know you are about ready to cum. You push my head back onto you and your cum blows down my throat uncontrollably. You look down at me with a smile on your face, and tell me to lie on my back on the floor. I do so, nervous and anxious, wondering what's going to happen now. I want and need more!
You come and straddle me and sit on top of my legs. You look at me with a grin on your face and say, "We are going to have some fun."
By this time I am sopping wet and dripping on everything. You reach over to the end table next to us and grab a small plastic container from it. Wondering what's in it I get even more excited and anxious. You pull out a metal nipple clamp and my eyes go wide. You tell me it's fine and that it won't hurt as bad as I think it will. You then start rubbing my nipples between your fingers, pulling and twisting them.
I arch and push them up to you, not knowing that is what you want me to do anyway. In a flash you grab my right nipple and slip the clamp on and start to tighten it. I start to pull away and try to push you away again. You slap my thigh hard and tell me yet again to NEVER push you away and that this time it results in punishment!
My face flushes and tears well up as you continue to tighten it almost all the way. You grab my left nipple and do the same with that one. You look down at me and smile at your handiwork and give the clamps a few tugs. That sends a sensation all the way down to my pussy and makes me wetter than I was, if that's even possible. You warn me that it might hurt a bit when you take the clamps off, but to stay still. You take them off one right after the other. The sensation is nothing I have felt before, but I'm not hating it. As soon as you get both clamps off you soothe my nipples by licking and sucking them.
"I haven't forgotten your punishment, little one," you say with a snap. You tell me to lie face down on the bed. I hesitate and you say with a stern voice, "NOW," and I quickly move and lie on the bed as you instructed. You grab a metal spoon that is lying on the end table and say to yourself that this will work fine for what you need to do. You then ask me if I know why I am being punished and I say yes.