the-erotic-thought: You hear the sound of my belt unlatching, your hand still firmly planted in your
the-erotic-thought: You hear the sound of my belt unlatching, your hand still firmly planted in your panties. “Having fun?” I ask. You’re caught and you know it. So you simply nod, trying to explain why it is exactly that you were feeling so…daring. Sure, you couldn’t stop thinking about my voice, my touch, my cock. We’ve been through this before. If you hold back, then Daddy can take special care of you when he gets home. When you go off by yourself, I can’t make you feel as wonderful. I make you pull off my belt as my rough hands slowly slide down your panties, just enough to reveal your soft, tender ass. I rub your cheeks for a minute as my belt leaves the last loop in my trousers, enjoying the feel of your ivory skin. You hand me my belt as I back away. I go and sit at the bed you were just fondling yourself on and wait. No command, no order. Just wait. You look at me, that naughty little kitten look that you’ve perfected. Slowly, you make your way over and bend over my knee. “Count them.” I direct. I double the belt and let loose. “One,” you wince. Again. “Two,” you let out, this time a whimper. Again. “Three,” this time the word splits your lips only after a deep breath. Again. “Four,” now barely audible. Again. “Five,” you manage, panting, moaning now between breaths. I look at your reddened cheeks, rubbing the freshly worn skin. I drag my nails over them, feeling you arch back, looking over your shoulder. “Something you wish to say, kitten?” I ask. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” you moan. “Sorry for what?” I continue. “Sorry for thinking that my hand could ever be a substitute to yours,” you say slyly. “You mean this hand?” I mention, as I drag my fingers one more time over your ass and between your legs. “Well, at least I caught you in time…” -- source link