Twilight was descending as I pulled up the gravel drive. Turning the key, I settled into the evening silence until I could almost hear the increasing beat of my heart. A distinct tingle was pulsing through me and I sat there for a long moment, savoring the anticipation as thoughts of my beautiful, golden-haired pet filled my mind.
Simmie had just recently come to live with me. Although she was still in training as my sub, she had proven to be more passionate and pliable to my will than I ever hoped. Such was the difference being in love makes. Ours was not a relationship based on sex, though our sex was great, but rather one in which sex was merely a reflection of the love we felt for each other. In just a few short weeks, she filled the missing piece of my heart, and I became the solid ground under her feet. We fit perfectly, and her submission to me was as natural for her as it was satisfying to me.
In celebration of our growing relationship, I ordered a carefully chosen set of toys for us to enjoy together. This was a new and exciting time for us, all the more so because she never had such toys to use before. Simmie virtually glowed as we flipped through the catalog, biting her lip as we chose the vibrator, and positively blushing as I explained the joys of wearing a butt plug.
Since that day, we had been eagerly waiting for them to arrive. Now, according to my tracking link, they were finally here. I had been looking forward to using them on her since I placed the order, and my cock was already throbbing over the idea of teasing her and driving her over the edge of bliss. I was going to do things to her she never dreamed of, and I knew she would allow me any liberty with her body I might choose to take.
I had come to know my pet well in the short time we'd been together and I knew well how impetuous my little minx could be. Patience was not a virtue she was blessed with, and I suspected she would be tempted to experiment with these toys before I could even get home.
That wouldn't do at all.
No, I wanted to be the one holding them and using them on her when she first felt those wonderful sensations. With this in mind, I explicitly commanded her to leave the package untouched until I arrived.
It really wasn't a fair command. To be honest, I had no doubt my order only made her temptation all the more irresistible. The edges of my lips curled upward in a mischievous smirk as I headed toward the front door of our home. ‘Yes,’ I thought with wicked intent. ‘That little minx won't have listened. I'm certain of it. She has no idea how happy I'm going to be at getting the chance to correct that mistake!’
My stomach was buzzing with excitement by the time I came in, and my smile grew and became more predatory as I silently walked through the living room, looking for my naughty little plaything. Usually, I would come home to find her waiting eagerly for my return. Upon finding the empty living space, I know I had her. Slowly pulling my belt through each loop of my slacks, I moved quietly down the hall toward the closed door of our bedroom. Without a knock, I pushed the door open to see her petite little form sitting bashfully on the edge of the bed with the shipping box close by. One glance told me all I needed to know. The packing tape was cut and I knew she had disobeyed.
Simmie looked up as I entered, smiling wanly, probably hoping I wouldn't notice. Silly girl. Did she really think I wouldn't see that freshly-fucked look in her eyes? I laughed inwardly, but pretended to be far more angry than I could ever truly be with her.
“You failed to meet me at the door tonight,” I said quietly. “Would you care to explain why I had to come looking for you, and tell me, pet, why is that box opened? That better not be the toys we were expecting.”
As her eyes rose to mine, I allowed the belt to slowly uncoil from my hand. Like a frightened child, her gaze quickly followed the leather band as it reached toward the ground. She trembled and fidgeted nervously as she contemplated what my holding that belt meant for her. I could see the fear in her eyes, but along with it came an excitement, an unmistakable hunger for what was to come. From the beginning, I knew she was aroused by the thought of punishment, but this was the first time she had done something that truly merited it.
This was a critical moment in her training, and I stood frozen, letting the belt sway as she studied it with rapt fascination. I knew she was struggling; struggling to decide if she could allow this to happen without saying her safe word, and struggling to find other words that might lessen my perceived anger. Her full lips turned to a frown and then to a pleading pout as she began to speak.
“Please, daddy...
"Sir!" I immediately snapped. "You've been a bad girl and you will have to re-earn the right to use that affectation for me."
Simmie's eyes grew wet and a soft shudder rolled through her as she absorbed my displeasure.
For a moment, her gaze dropped in submission, and the words "Yes, Sir," passed quietly through her lips. It was as if she just realized how angry I actually was, and I could see how profoundly that affected her.
That hesitance lasted but a moment though, and it passed as quickly as it appeared. Her voice grew stronger again. "I'm sorry, Sir, but... they were here, and you know how excited I’ve been. I just wanted to look at them… I didn't mean to disobey. It just sort of happened. Please don't be angry with me. We can still play with them. I'll make you happy. I promise you will be pleased.”
Her pleas almost softened my resolve, and part of me wanted to reach out and comfort her, but as her Dominant, I knew I had to hold firm. I stood my ground, allowing the darker and more controlling part of my nature take over. I had to admit, watching her squirm like that was simply delicious. I quickly found myself fighting as hard to suppress my smile as she was trying to seem innocent. It was a game we played, and this time the stakes was the pristine whiteness of her tender ass. Deep down, I knew she wanted what was coming as badly as I wanted to give it to her, but the game demanded our parts to be played.
Keeping my voice quiet and stern, I slipped the belt through my fingers, letting the smooth leather caress my skin as my gaze grew cold. “What ‘just happened’, pet? How can something ‘just happen’, especially when I expressly told you not to open that box?”
Simmie seemed to droop as the conversation turned against her and she swayed slightly back and forth as her toes curled nervously into the rug. “Please, Sir. I was so excited, and you weren't here and I…”
“Enough!” I barked and she instantly wilted into silence. “Take a shower, pet. Clean yourself for me and I will deal with your willful disobedience after you are done." Turning toward the hall, I finally let my smile flow over my face as I closed the door behind me.
****
I almost expected Dave to slam the door as he left the room, but as always, such base displays of anger remained beneath his firmly controlled facade. I sat in silence after he was gone, feeling unsure and even queasy over what just happened. Was this a game, I wondered? I thought it was... it should have been, but he did actually seem very angry with me.
It made me wonder, yet I had disobeyed. I had gone against his will, a will I promised to respect. I betrayed a trust and even if the infraction itself was small, he had a right to feel hurt by my actions. I shook my head, feeling confused and guilty for denying the man I called Daddy and Master of his chance to enjoy my pleasure.
I also had to admit, the prospect of being spanked, really spanked, had me weak in the knees with excitement.
I rose, feeling this conflicting cocktail of emotions as I slowly moved towards the bathroom. My skin was ablaze with sensations, as if I could already feel the sting of his belt on my ass. 'Why did this turn me on so much?' I wondered. 'I'm a grown woman! I shouldn't want him do that to me!' Everything I'd grown up to believe said it was wrong, yet there was something about the idea...
Dave and I had discussed the need for discipline, of course. I knew that accepting punishment might be necessary when I became his submissive. It seemed so exciting when we spoke of it at the time.
'Yes,' I thought, 'submitting myself to that would be incredible.' The idea of him being so strong - so dominant for lack of a better word - it appealed to me on a level I didn't really understand. I just knew I wanted it.
No, that wasn't it, I didn't want that from just any man, I wanted him to be like that. Yes, that was it, I wanted the man I loved to be that strong. For him, I would endure his belt and even more. For him, I would be willing to prove my devotion and my love.
As the shower's spray began to heat, I could feel my body begin to heat with it. Dave had slapped my ass a few times over the last few weeks, mostly durning sex, but not always. Each time it made me surprisingly wet. Now, just the thought of having my ass turned red was making me drip. My nipples were hard and I felt that almost electric surge of pleasure run through me as I cupped my firm breasts in my palms.
My touch began to kindle the flames of my arousal and my thoughts drifted back to how my pussy would ache for his cock. It amazed me that I would come so hard whenever he got rough with me. There was just something about him that drove me crazy. Now, I actually found myself craving the touch of his belt on my skin.
Stepping into the shower, I began to soap my body with the lave sponge, thinking about how good my toys felt today. All I wanted was to feel them again, this time with Dave's hand guiding them into me.
"Oh, my gosh," I sighed as I drew the sponge down between my thighs. My pussy was tingling and my nipples stood hard and thick from my upturned breasts. I needed to come and I was sorely tempted to plunge my fingers into my needy hole, but for Dave...
I was in enough trouble already, and if Dave knew how hot his threat made me? No, I couldn't risk letting him know that. He'd surely have me over his lap at even the slightest cause!
'I can't, I shouldn't!' I thought, pleading with myself, but the body sponge felt so good! I knew I had to stop, but even the slightest movement of its wet roughness over my sex caused me to shiver and gasp. Every one of my womanly senses was awakening, and my pussy became a steaming cauldron as I continued to run that sponge over my mound. 'Maybe I can come quick,' I told myself. 'Dave won't know if I come quickly enough! How could he know?'
I was so tempted to just let it happen, but the problem was, Dave always seemed to know everything. I whimpered as I rubbed, knowing I shouldn't but not having the will to stop. Before I knew it, my breathing changed and I felt that glorious pressure building in my core. Using the lava sponge, I continued soaping myself, pushing a little harder each time I went over my pussy and clit.
‘What am I doing!’ My mind screamed. ‘I'm already in so much trouble!'
I tried to stop myself again and to finish my shower. I knew Dave was gonna be waiting for me and he wasn't going to wait for long. Bringing the sponge back up and over my breast. I continued moving it in circles around my nipples. They were already very hard and so sensitive...
Then, seemingly on its own, my hand slid down my tummy and over my mound. My pussy was soaked! My other hand was squeezing my nipple, one then the other. My fingers began to slide inside of my wet, juicy pussy. It was hopeless for me to resist anymore. I needed to come. I just couldn't wait.
Leaning against the wet, tiled wall, I pushed my fingers deep inside me, thrusting them in and out and imagining they were Dave's. I remembered how he curled his fingers upward, reaching that soft spongy spot and I did the same, igniting a fire deep inside me. 'Oh yes ”that” spot!'
All the while I was squeezing and pulling, twisting my nipples until the pain and pleasure mixed in my mind. My heart beat hard and my breath became ragged as I felt my moment approach.
Pushing my fingers deep one more time, the most amazing feeling began to wash over me My orgasm grew, wild and powerful until I was consumed by it's heat. Gasping, I pumped my fingers in and out if my sopping sex.
I was trying hard to be quiet, but I was pinching my nipples hard enough to leave marks and the harder I squeezed, the more I wanted to come. My orgasm was coming, and I buried my fingers deep inside of my pussy, screaming out, “Yes, fuck yes!” into the shower spray.
Finally, my orgasm slowed. I slipped to my knees in the corner of the shower, curled up and clenching my thighs tight together as if I were subconsciously trying to protect my tender and sensitive flesh.
Hardly able to move, I bent down to pick up the sponge, hoping to finish my shower before Dave became suspicious. That's when I heard him call for me.
“Babygirl, where are you? Why aren't you finished yet?” He questioned. His tone was sharp and his command abrupt, making me instantly know he wasn't happy my making him wait.
“Almost finished.” I answered, still shaking and trying to get control over myself.
“You better not be touching yourself. If you are, it's just going to be worse for you!"
'Oh, shit!' I didn't say, responding with "I'll be right out, Sir," instead.
My clit was so sensitive by then I could barely touch it with the sponge, but I had to get the sex off me.