Over His Knee

"Kneel."

Bryson's demand echoes in my ears. Standing there before him, my chest fully exposed, his intense gaze holding mine, I attempt to contain my excitement as I bow my head, lower to my knees, and rest my palms on my thighs.

My heart pounds furiously, my hands trembling in anticipation as I hear him step towards me. I feel his hand patting my head, smoothing my hair down.

"So, we like to act out when company is over, hm?" He asks me. I can hear a hint of tease in his voice. Past his anger and embarrassment, he has to be enjoying this too. At least a little bit.

I stay silent. I may or may not have pulled a little stunt to get him hard in front of our new neighbors from down the street, who had only stopped by for a few minutes to introduce themselves. And I may or may not have pulled off this stunt... topless.

A desperate attempt at getting his attention. And, to my surprise, it worked. Now that the neighbors are gone, I'm finally getting my first punishment.

After almost six months of living with my sweet dom, this man hasn't punished me once. Not. Once. Nothing more than a stern talking to. And I cannot stand it anymore.

I have been craving it more than anything. Especially lately. I don't usually act out on purpose, but I have been extra bratty lately. Bothering him a little more. In hopes that he will finally get fed up, throw me over his knee, and make me behave.

But nothing has been working. That is, until today. I guess embarrassing him in front of company was the last straw.

He slips his hand under my chin, raising it up and forcing my eyes to meet his. "What am I going to do with you?" He queries. I bite my lip and shift my gaze. "I'm sorry, sir," I manage to utter.

He lets out a half-laugh. Maybe he is enjoying this too. "You are a lot of things, but 'sorry' isn't one of them." He pauses, his glance moving to my exposed chest for a moment. "And you knew exactly what you were doing," He adds. This time, I do smile. Only for a second, but long enough for him to notice.

He shakes his head at me, but I notice the amusement dancing on his lips.

I knew it.

"You deliberately acted out for my attention," He states, matter of factly. "And you broke a rule; you know bratting in front of company is unacceptable."

I nod. I was used to being verbally berated by doms in the past when I broke a rule. But even as he disciplines me, Bryson's tone is gentle. He pauses for a moment, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He sighs again. "You know what we have to do," he finally says.

My stomach jumps as he releases my chin and gestures for me to give him my hand. He helps me up and leads me to the bed. He sits on the edge, positions himself, then takes hold of my wrist, guiding me to lay flat on his lap. I have to press my lips together to hide my excitement as I reach out and grab the leg of the bed frame to brace myself against.

After I'm situated, he tugs at the hem of my pants, pulling them and my panties down to my ankles. My panties are soaked and I am praying he doesn't notice. There's no way he'll punish me if he knows I'm enjoying it.

"You remember our safe word?" Bryson asks. "Red." I state confidently, as if I would ever forget. "Very good," He remarks and I love the feeling his praise gives me. Could I possibly get any wetter?

His hand lightly massages my bare ass before pulling back and giving it a hard SMACK!

I feel the initial sting I expected and I yelp, but then... oh... Bryson cups my ass as he makes impact, holding the pain there, making it sting worse.

Oh. Fuck.

"Count," He commands me. "One," I murmur, biting back a moan. He softly strokes my stinging skin, almost soothing it with his cool touch, before I feel it again. SMACK!

He holds it. The pain lingers. "Two," I say. SMACK! The sting turns to a slight burn. "Three," My voice is shaky and I'm gripping the leg of the bed frame for dear life.

It hurts so fucking good.

SMACK! He's switched to the other cheek now. I yelp out, unconsciously squirming. He holds me down, keeping me in position. "Stay still, baby, it's almost over," He says as my vision blurs, my eyes welling up with tears. "Count," Bryson reminds me.

I don't ever want this to be over. "Four," Squeezing my eyes shut, I allow the tears to fall, and try to catch my breath. I'm getting wetter. I can feel it pooling, spreading down my thighs. So much for him not noticing.

He must've read my mind, because he pauses for a moment, so long I'm almost about to turn around and ask him what's wrong. Then, I feel his fingers brush against my wet, aching pussy and I gasp, my eyes flying open.

He lets out a hearty laugh, smacking my ass again. "Are you kidding me?" He bellows in between fits of laughter. "I'm here trying to punish you and you're wet?" His fingers rub against my pussy again. "Oh, wow, you're soaking," He laughs again, feeling the moisture that has covered my inner thighs.

I groan and cover my face in my hands. "I'm sorry," I say. And that's all I can say, I can't help it. "You're doing great," I add, trying to ease the embarrassment. "By all means, continue."

"I can see that's exactly what you want," Bryson states slyly. I feel his finger gently massage my clit, rubbing in circles. A groan slips out of my mouth. He trails down to my opening and I feel him plunge one finger in, slightly curling it inside me. He softly chuckles before adding a finger and starting to slowly pump in and out.

My body relaxes slightly. "Aww, look at you. You have such a needy pussy, don't you? No wonder you've been acting out. No wonder you're creaming yourself while getting punished. This is what you wanted all along?" He works his wet fingers, covered in my juices, in an almost circular motion. I feel my walls pulsate around his fingers.

I moan again in response. He knows my answer.

"Poor little princess." He continues. But then, with his fingers still inside me, I feel it. SMACK! He hand slaps against my stinging skin. The pain lingers again as he holds it. I gasp, startled. As I gasped, I felt my walls tighten slightly around Bryson's fingers. "Oh? What was that?" He inquires teasingly. My face burns in embarrassment. Then again. SMACK! I tighten again and this time, a moan slips out.

He laughs like a child playing with their favorite toy. "I love how you feel, tightening around me like that," he proclaims. He continues like that, pumping his fingers in and out, pausing for only a moment before a hard smack on my sore ass as I tighten around his fingers over and over. My head is clouded, the pain mixed with pleasure completely overwhelming me.

And right as I feel that familiar feeling starting to grow at the pit of my stomach, as if I'll soon explode all over his lap if he doesn't stop, Bryson removes his fingers, bringing them around to my lips. I open my mouth without hesitation and suck my arousal from his fingers. As I lick my lips, he moves me off his lap and onto the floor again. He stands in front of me and his bulge is staring me directly in the face. His dick pressing tightly against his pants. Begging to be released.

He's about to help me stand up, but I have a different idea. I reach up to unbuckle his belt. I'm desperate to taste him. Desperate to please him. As I finally get his pants down and off, his dick springs free at last, dripping with pre-cum. Inviting me in.

My mouth starts to water and I bite my lip. I look up at Bryson, almost as if asking for permission. He nods once and that's all I need. Taking hold of him, I take the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, savoring the taste of him before wrapping my lips around him and slowly pushing him past my lips and down my throat, as far as I can muster. I almost gag, but I don't care.

I watch his head tilt back in bliss as his jaw slowly drops, a sight that sends butterflies fluttering furiously all throughout my stomach. I love making him feel good. "Oh, fuck, yes," He whispers, bringing his head forward again to stare down into my eyes.

I slowly bob my head back and forth, finding the perfect rhythm. Bryson takes his hands and buries them in my hair, gathering it in his hands to keep it out of my way, edging me on. "Yes princess, that is so... Fuck, that is amazing... You're doing so well," His breath quickens as I pull him in closer, wanting to drink up every drop of him. His praise only makes me wetter.

His hips start to thrust as he slowly starts to fuck my mouth. I relax, gladly allowing him to use me, shoving himself further down my throat and picking up speed.

As he looks down into my eyes, I slide my hand down my stomach and then lower, rubbing my clit while he uses my mouth. "Shit," He groans at the sight. The hunger in his voice sends shivers down my spine. But he stops himself, taking half a step back. "Wait, no, no," He says, breathlessly. After taking a moment, he grabs my hand and brings me to my feet as I wipe my mouth, confused. "As much as I love how you make me feel," He explains, finally removing his shirt so we're naked together. "This is about you."

He spins me around and lays me down on the bed, my back hitting the cool sheets. He kisses me deeply, moving down my neck, nibbling here and there, then moving down to my breasts. My nipples are hard and ultra sensitive. He takes one of them into his warm mouth, flicking and swirling his tongue methodically. He knows this is my weak spot. I moan as he gives both nipples his undivided attention before finally moving further down.

He parts my legs and sinks down between them, kissing my inner thighs lightly before sticking his tongue out and just barely grazing my clit. I shiver at his touch, grabbing the back of his head, urging him on.

"Please," I beg.

I hear him laugh, before he licks again. And again. Until his mouth is fully on my pussy, sucking and licking, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer.

I sigh in pure bliss and grip his hair as he buries his head deeper between my legs. devouring me as if it's the last thing he will ever eat. He moves his hands up my body and delicately brushes over my sensitive nipples.

"Shit," I hiss, as my entire body reacts. Bryson looks up at me, his eyes dancing with lust and amusement. Releasing my clit for a moment, he takes his fingers and plunges them into my pussy again, his gaze combing over my body. The sound of my own juices turns me on even more. How is it possible to be this wet?

He knows exactly how to work my body; every sweet spot, every sensitive area, he hits them all with ease. As if he created me and meticulously placed every sweet spot on my body himself.

And once my entire body starts to tremble, like I'm right there, Bryson takes notice. He watches me falter under his touch. "Yes, that's it!" He exclaims, proudly, watching as it builds inside me, singing his praises to me. "There you go. That's my good girl. You're doing so well... " I feel another finger inside me. And... another? Is that three? Or... four?? I can barely focus as my eyes are rolling to the back of my head, my toes are curling, and I feel as if I am about to explode in pleasure.

"Now cum for me baby, I want you to cum all over my face. You deserve it." He moves his mouth down to taste me again, sending another wave of pleasure washing over me, but it's his authoritative voice, ordering me to do it for him, that sends me over the edge.

And before I know it, I'm cumming on Bryson's tongue with a scream so loud, I feared it could be heard by our new neighbors down the street.

Finally, I collapse on the bed, slowly releasing the death grip I had on Bryson's head with a shaky breath. "Good girl," Bryson praises, his cool breath hitting my sensitive clit as he licks his lips and brings himself to his feet. I prop myself up onto my elbows as his dick comes back into view, still standing at full attention.

He climbs on top of me, but I stop him, switching positions and pushing him back onto the bed instead. Bryson gives me an amused expression, but he doesn't protest. I climb on top of him, my legs still slightly shaking from the explosive orgasm I just experienced, and lean down to kiss his oh-so-soft lips. I trail kisses all over his face, down his neck and chest and lower still. I take his dick into my mouth again for just a moment, savoring the taste, before I'm straddling him and finally sliding down on it and feeling him stretch me out. "Shit," I breathe out, slowly grinding back and forth on it, feeling it out. Shifting my weight to my knees, I start to bounce, loving the view of Bryson underneath me, gazing up at me as if I were a statue to behold.

"Mmm, fuck, that's a good girl," He praises, grabbing my hips and guiding my movements. "Look at you, taking all of that dick. I'm so proud of you, baby." He moans as I ride him and it's music to my ears. I feel him pulsing inside me as he smacks my ass, encouraging me to keep going.

I feel my knees start to burn, but he feels too good to stop. Instead, I daringly reach down and wrap my hand around Bryson's throat to steady myself. I stare into his eyes and the momentary sense of power is intoxicating.

But, of course, it's only momentary.

I see something sparkle in his eyes as he quickly takes control, overpowering me and switching positions again. In less than five seconds, he's back on top, grinning at me. He reaches down to slip himself back inside me, never breaking eye contact. He thrusts inside me again and I wrap my legs around him, surrendering all control I had left, urging him to dive deeper inside me.

He gathers my wrists and secures them both in one of his big hands, holding it above my head and pinning me there. He kisses me again and again as I intentionally grip around him tighter.

I watch in glee as his eyes roll back and he gasps in surprise. "Ohh shit, yes, baby, keep gripping me like that," he moans, right into my ear. "Just like that... fuck..." It's the sexiest thing I have ever heard.

Keeping his rhythm, he hits the same incredible spot over and over again. "Yes... yes... yes..." I repeat over and over and over, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over me as I feel another explosive orgasm building.

Oh my god...