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She woke up and panicked. She jumped out of bed and snapped her head toward the clock. What happened to her alarm? Did it even go off? She was going to be so late. She didn't know what he would do to her when she finally got there. She made the bed quickly, yet perfectly. The military way. She brushed her hair back and wrapped a rubber band around the ponytail. She grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a sweater and clumsily pulled them on. She squeaked as she fell to the floor while hopping into her jeans. She laughed for a minute then forced herself to regain her composure. She kept reminding herself that she was already late. She glanced at the clock again. She was already 15 minutes late. She knew he would understand, but he would still punish her for not waking up in time. She pulled on her high heeled boots and quickly applied some lipstick, per his standing order. She looked over the house before grabbing her purse and keys.
As soon as she started the car, she got a text. She knew it was from him. She checked the message. He was pissed. She pulled the clamps out of her purse and slipped them up under her shirt, placing one on each nipple, wincing slightly at the tenderness. She never wore a bra. He liked the way her breasts bounced when she walked. She lightly tugged on the chain before responding to his text. She apologized and explained that her alarm hadn't gone off. He simply replied, seconds later, with a short and clipped response to hurry up.
She put the car in gear and drove. She could feel herself getting wet from the upcoming punishment. She had no idea what he would do today, especially since he was tired from being up all night. He might let her off without a punishment simply because of being tired. Part of her hoped not, yet from the quick text, she started to hope he would let her off. She bit her lip and wished for a cigarette for the first time since she'd quit at his command weeks ago. She was nervous, there was no denying it. She squirmed in her seat as she waited for the red light. Her jeans were soaked through from her sexual arousal. The anticipation of this relatively short trip was driving her crazy. She could really feel the clamps under her shirt now. The chain swinging with the car's movements reminded her often that they were there.
She made the final turn and saw him standing on the road side tapping his foot. Oh boy, she thought. She wasn't getting off easily today. She could tell by his stance. She pulled up along side him and he climbed in the car. He didn't look at her, but simply said "We're not going home. I will give you directions as we go. Now drive. Turn left ahead."
She took a deep breath and replied "Yes, Sir." and followed his orders. She took each turn as he commanded, and forced herself not to squirm in her seat or to adjust her upper body. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye even though he wasn't looking at her. He finally told her to pull into a parking lot. It looked like the building was abandoned and there were no other cars in the lot. She pulled into the spot that he indicated and turned off the engine as instructed. Her heart was racing. She didn't know what he was planning. This was so far from their normal it scared her a little.
He got out of the car and walked around to her door, opening it without a word. She knew better than to look up at him. She simply waited for an action or a command. He reached into the car and grabbed the chain attached to the clamps through her shirt. He tugged a little more roughly than normal, pulling her out of the car. She sucked in a breath and felt her kegals clench. She followed him with her hands behind her back, as she was taught early on.
He stopped in the middle of the parking lot and positioned her arms above her head. Then he lifted her sweater from her body. She gasped at the gold air on her aroused and heated skin. He lowered her arms and placed them at her sides. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. At the shock of the realization, she let out a squeak before she could stop it. He pulled hard on the chain and spanked each breast hard. She bit her lip to stop any sound from escaping.
He lifted one leg at a time, pulling her jeans free. She couldn't stop the shiver that went through her, nor the goosebumps that covered her skin. He yanked on the chain, forcing her to bend over. He then placed each hand on an ankle. She knew she was to hold this position unless told or moved otherwise. She could feel the cool air against her wetness now, and it turned her on more. She closed her eyes to keep from getting dizzy in the near upside-down position.
Without warning, his hand landed with a loud crack against her ass. She sucked in a breath. And another...CRACK! She bit her lip. He smacked her pussy and she jumped involuntarily. She happened to open her eyes at that point and saw him move back to admire her. There was a big grin on his face. He saw that her eyes were open and winked at her. She wasn't getting punished after all. He was simply irritated that their play time this morning had been delayed. She smiled back at him and closed her eyes again. She heard him undo his belt and braced herself for belt strikes. He sure did like his belt. It made such pretty purple marks.
She was surprised to hear it hit the ground with a clank. Then she felt his thigh against hers and his hand on her ass. He smoothed his hand over her smooth rear and smacked it hard. She swayed forward slightly but he kept her steady with his other hand on her back. He smacked her harder and harder, holding her steady the whole while. Then after many repetitive strikes, he suddenly stopped. He whispered for her not to open her eyes. She heard him behind her, but didn't know what he was doing. She felt something cool and small touch her skin, and she realized he was writing something on her ass. When he was done, he ordered her to put her hands on the ground to steady herself. She did, and he pulled back and smacked her so hard on the ass that she cried out.
Seconds later, he slammed into her. She cried out from the pleasure and the pleasant sting he'd left on her skin. He pounded into her over and over and she loved every thrust. He ordered her to stand upright and grabbed her hair as she did. The heels put her at the perfect height for him. With his free hand, he reached around her and pulled on the chain while he kept slamming into her over and over, his hand still fisted in her hair.
She felt her climax building and asked him loudly is she could cum. He told her no. He asked her why he should allow her to cum after she'd made him wait. She told him once again about the alarm, holding back her orgasm with increasing difficulty. He pulled out of her then and moved to face her, pulling her hair down so she was bent forward. He shoved his cock in her mouth and told her to make it count.
She stayed at the edge of orgasm as she swirled her tongue around his head and shaft, sucking hard and taking his whole length down over and over. She could feel his legs tense as he was closing in on his own release. He told her finally that she had waited long enough and that she could make herself cum. She quickly moved her hand between her legs and rubbed fast and hard to get back to that cliff. She sucked and stroked his hard cock with her mouth with renewed vigor as she felt that pressure building again. She heard his deep groan as her mouth filled with his seed, and at the same moment, her knees started shaking with her own orgasm. She swallowed as always, and he kept hold of her hair, gently sliding his softening dick in and out of her mouth.
When his last drops were spent and she was finally done shaking, he stepped back and pulled his jeans back up. Before he handed her clothes back to her, he wrapped his arms around her nude form and nuzzled against her hair, taking in her scent. She felt safe in this moment, and knew it was all very much worth it. Before pulling away, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, my love." and handed over her clothes.
That was the first time he'd ever thanked her for a scene or sex. Her heart swelled.
As soon as she started the car, she got a text. She knew it was from him. She checked the message. He was pissed. She pulled the clamps out of her purse and slipped them up under her shirt, placing one on each nipple, wincing slightly at the tenderness. She never wore a bra. He liked the way her breasts bounced when she walked. She lightly tugged on the chain before responding to his text. She apologized and explained that her alarm hadn't gone off. He simply replied, seconds later, with a short and clipped response to hurry up.
She put the car in gear and drove. She could feel herself getting wet from the upcoming punishment. She had no idea what he would do today, especially since he was tired from being up all night. He might let her off without a punishment simply because of being tired. Part of her hoped not, yet from the quick text, she started to hope he would let her off. She bit her lip and wished for a cigarette for the first time since she'd quit at his command weeks ago. She was nervous, there was no denying it. She squirmed in her seat as she waited for the red light. Her jeans were soaked through from her sexual arousal. The anticipation of this relatively short trip was driving her crazy. She could really feel the clamps under her shirt now. The chain swinging with the car's movements reminded her often that they were there.
She made the final turn and saw him standing on the road side tapping his foot. Oh boy, she thought. She wasn't getting off easily today. She could tell by his stance. She pulled up along side him and he climbed in the car. He didn't look at her, but simply said "We're not going home. I will give you directions as we go. Now drive. Turn left ahead."
She took a deep breath and replied "Yes, Sir." and followed his orders. She took each turn as he commanded, and forced herself not to squirm in her seat or to adjust her upper body. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye even though he wasn't looking at her. He finally told her to pull into a parking lot. It looked like the building was abandoned and there were no other cars in the lot. She pulled into the spot that he indicated and turned off the engine as instructed. Her heart was racing. She didn't know what he was planning. This was so far from their normal it scared her a little.
He got out of the car and walked around to her door, opening it without a word. She knew better than to look up at him. She simply waited for an action or a command. He reached into the car and grabbed the chain attached to the clamps through her shirt. He tugged a little more roughly than normal, pulling her out of the car. She sucked in a breath and felt her kegals clench. She followed him with her hands behind her back, as she was taught early on.
He stopped in the middle of the parking lot and positioned her arms above her head. Then he lifted her sweater from her body. She gasped at the gold air on her aroused and heated skin. He lowered her arms and placed them at her sides. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. At the shock of the realization, she let out a squeak before she could stop it. He pulled hard on the chain and spanked each breast hard. She bit her lip to stop any sound from escaping.
He lifted one leg at a time, pulling her jeans free. She couldn't stop the shiver that went through her, nor the goosebumps that covered her skin. He yanked on the chain, forcing her to bend over. He then placed each hand on an ankle. She knew she was to hold this position unless told or moved otherwise. She could feel the cool air against her wetness now, and it turned her on more. She closed her eyes to keep from getting dizzy in the near upside-down position.
Without warning, his hand landed with a loud crack against her ass. She sucked in a breath. And another...CRACK! She bit her lip. He smacked her pussy and she jumped involuntarily. She happened to open her eyes at that point and saw him move back to admire her. There was a big grin on his face. He saw that her eyes were open and winked at her. She wasn't getting punished after all. He was simply irritated that their play time this morning had been delayed. She smiled back at him and closed her eyes again. She heard him undo his belt and braced herself for belt strikes. He sure did like his belt. It made such pretty purple marks.
She was surprised to hear it hit the ground with a clank. Then she felt his thigh against hers and his hand on her ass. He smoothed his hand over her smooth rear and smacked it hard. She swayed forward slightly but he kept her steady with his other hand on her back. He smacked her harder and harder, holding her steady the whole while. Then after many repetitive strikes, he suddenly stopped. He whispered for her not to open her eyes. She heard him behind her, but didn't know what he was doing. She felt something cool and small touch her skin, and she realized he was writing something on her ass. When he was done, he ordered her to put her hands on the ground to steady herself. She did, and he pulled back and smacked her so hard on the ass that she cried out.
Seconds later, he slammed into her. She cried out from the pleasure and the pleasant sting he'd left on her skin. He pounded into her over and over and she loved every thrust. He ordered her to stand upright and grabbed her hair as she did. The heels put her at the perfect height for him. With his free hand, he reached around her and pulled on the chain while he kept slamming into her over and over, his hand still fisted in her hair.
She felt her climax building and asked him loudly is she could cum. He told her no. He asked her why he should allow her to cum after she'd made him wait. She told him once again about the alarm, holding back her orgasm with increasing difficulty. He pulled out of her then and moved to face her, pulling her hair down so she was bent forward. He shoved his cock in her mouth and told her to make it count.
She stayed at the edge of orgasm as she swirled her tongue around his head and shaft, sucking hard and taking his whole length down over and over. She could feel his legs tense as he was closing in on his own release. He told her finally that she had waited long enough and that she could make herself cum. She quickly moved her hand between her legs and rubbed fast and hard to get back to that cliff. She sucked and stroked his hard cock with her mouth with renewed vigor as she felt that pressure building again. She heard his deep groan as her mouth filled with his seed, and at the same moment, her knees started shaking with her own orgasm. She swallowed as always, and he kept hold of her hair, gently sliding his softening dick in and out of her mouth.
When his last drops were spent and she was finally done shaking, he stepped back and pulled his jeans back up. Before he handed her clothes back to her, he wrapped his arms around her nude form and nuzzled against her hair, taking in her scent. She felt safe in this moment, and knew it was all very much worth it. Before pulling away, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, my love." and handed over her clothes.
That was the first time he'd ever thanked her for a scene or sex. Her heart swelled.