My voice was full of tears and it took everything I had to speak "Yes sir, I long to please you," I moaned, my voice broken by another sob.

"That's a good response little one. You may continue to call me sir. I am pleased by the pretty pink flesh of your ass when I smack it with this paddle."

I groaned longingly, my slight frame trembling at his words. Smack! The sound bounced off the walls as the thin wood met my flesh again, raising a welt and bringing forth a new wave of tears.

A rapid succession of blows followed that one, each one sharper. I writhed in pain upon the carpet, the flesh of my sweet, round ass aflame and reddening. "Please sir, please stop," I moaned into the carpet.

"Did I give you leave to speak, slut?" His voice, angry now, shocked me.

I had never heard him angry at me in all our time together. I trembled and wept shaking my head no, the sobs rolling over my lips like hiccups. Another rapid series of blows along my ass and thighs. I rolled my hips attempting to avoid them, my breathing that of a terrified beast winded from the chase. I was burning from the blows. Suddenly his hand was in my hair pulling me upwards. I scrambled to stand without losing my balance and falling flat on my face.

He tilted my face towards him, his eyes studying mine, moving to my lips and then further down my body. I felt so exposed I could only tremble with baited breath before him. I knew I must look a mess. Red faced and teary eyed, my full breasts heaving from the exertion. He pulled me to him now, kissing me full on the mouth. His tongue forcing a path between my lips and probing the inner recesses there. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him to do as he would, kissing him back with a fervor I never knew existed. His other hand caressed my swollen nipples, sending shock waves down my spine. They were so sensitive and throbbed harder with every silken touch. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, obviously delighting in the texture. He pulled my nipples until I could no longer bear it and I cried out against his mouth. Then he laughed softly, his hand wandering down my belly into the neatly trimmed patch of curls that graced my mound. I tensed against him, hoping, wanting, desiring what was to come next. But he smiled down at me and ordered me to my knees.

I knelt before him, my eyes level with his zipper. I thought I knew what he wanted. I unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the loops. He grasped it with his hand, taking it from me. I glanced up at him swiftly and with great trepidation. Hadn't I been punished enough? He gave me an enigmatic smile and waited. I returned my attention to his breeches, unbuttoning and unzipping him. Sliding them down his legs, my fingers trailing against the taut flesh of his thighs.

I had always admired his legs. I pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard cock. It bounced
before me, engorged and splendid. I glanced up at him and smiled. This was something I was
at least familiar with. With one hand I traced a path up his thigh to his freshly shaved sack. I grazed