Lunch With Kitten

I went to Kitten's apartment about two weeks after our first scene. I was in Arlington Heights around noon for work and she was at home because of a medical checkup. Since I was there for work I had on a black blazer, white shirt, a black tie with a red design on it, matching slacks, and my black loafers.

We were just finishing lunch. I ate at the table. For this occasion I sat her on the stool we used during our first scene, She ate from an old fashioned TV tray. We had just finished. We made some small talk, mostly about her apartment building, during which she revealed that during the day, nobody else was on the second floor. Interesting.

"Clear the tables, Susie Hot Pants. Then make me a cup of tea. You know how I like it." As she busied herself, I looked at that day's Tribune. She soon came back with my tea. She returned to the Home position. I nodded with a placid smile, and told her, "Sufficient." It took a couple of minutes but I wanted to finish the article I was reading about the so-called Y2K crisis.. I then looked her over. She was pleasingly dressed in a long, black skirt with a gold and white, high-necked, Jane Austen blouse and long, gold earrings. I was especially happy about the high necked blouse and earrings. I had instructed her to wear them next time and she did so. Discipline works.

I got up, saying, "Put your hands on the table, Miss." I love having her in this position, with her spectacular behind easily available for my enjoyment. I got close to her left ear and whispered, "Are your pants hot today, Susie? Have you been thinking about what you want me to do to you?"

Susan nodded her head. I spanked her sharply. "Verbal answer, Susan."

She said, "Yes, Sir. Also, since I'm speaking now, I think you should touch me more. You know. Sexually. Um, Sir."

I said pleasantly, chuckling a little, "I'm so glad I rate a "Sir, along with your instruction." I'm curious, do you have any other "suggestions" for me?" I thought back to our discussions over the last few weeks. I told her once that I enjoy when a submissive is deliberately defiant, obliquely asking to be corrected. Since she had not safeworded, I can only assume that's what my naughty, little Kitten was up to.

She said, "Yes, while we're at it, I think calling you 'Sir' all the time is inconvenient.

Wow. She loaded and fired both barrels. I could tell by her expression that she was trying to think up more nonsense. I interceded. "Susan, bring me the black, chiffon scarf you wore the first time we met. You know which one I mean, right?"

"Okay," she said absently and without a "Sir," or curtsy. She is so going to get it. She returned a minute later with the scarf, which was a little over two feet long.

"Put that on the table. Now, bring me the wooden chopping board hanging above your stove, Susie Smartass. And hurry UP." It was close by, but I enjoyed her rushing to please me, especially after I used one of my drill sergeant's famous lines. She soon returned with the chopping block, which was wooden, relatively small, and had a convenient handle. Place the board on the table." I paused and then cleared my throat. "Return to home position, Susan," I said louder than my normal speaking voice, which was tinged with annoyance that I had to instruct her on a protocol she already knew. I picked up the scarf and barked, "Head up, hands on the table." II wrapped the scarf around her mouth two times and tied it securely. If she wanted to she could still speak, though her voice would be muffled. My goal was to simply inform her in an attractive and crystal clear way, that she no longer needed to say a single word. I said, " Put your hands behind your back and leave them there. If they go anywhere else they will be bound. Grunting or crying out is fine. But if you defy this largely 'symbolic' gag and speak with it on, then I will cheerfully use the scarf as a more severe and uncomfortable cleave gag. Understood?'.

She said, "Yes, Sir," somewhat surily, again with no curtsy.

After I applied the gag she grunted and shook her head. I pinched her upper arm mildly and she cried out through her gag but did not attempt to talk.

"Pull your underwear down to your knees." She reached under her skirt and did so, a little reluctantly, as she realized that the correction for which she had campaigned was arriving. Yow. Transparent bikinis with embroidered hearts. Pretty and Sexy. I know she had to search for those. She gets a treat. Later.

"Lift your skirt, Miss. "It's time for your correction. I won't warm up. I will not ease into your spanking. You deserve this Susan, don't you?"

"I guess," she said.

I shook my head and mused to myself that depriving a disobedient lady of her correction would be shirking my responsibility. It would be unkind. She spoke as if she was in charge! Am I not supposed to correct that? Nonsense.

I gave her five quick, hard smacks on the meatiest portion of her ass.. Each one made her cry out. Fun! "You have ten coming," I said and then added, "Ten more, that is." Then I further added, "For starters."

I began. I steadily smacked her ass, one hard swat every two seconds. She tried to be stoic, but as always, determination fails in the wake of unacceptable pain. By the third smack, she admitted she had been in error. By the fifth smack, she frantically pleaded for me to stop, that she was sorry, that she was really really sorry she truly apologizes, This became deliciously frenzied as I spanked harder. By the eighth smack she was begging for me to stop. On the ninth smack, it took all of her strength, but she was silent. The tenth smack she nearly screamed in pain, with a huge exhale, after holding her breath through the ninth stroke.. She was breathing hard, but not quite crying. She maintained a brave facade with a very red face. She also required a more severe gag. I took off her current gag.

"Arlington," I said. "Are you okay?'

She nodded yes. I got her a glass of water, of which she drank about half.

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes. Please." she said, looking at me meaningfully.

"Good girl. The sun is a star." I kissed her neck and ear. Then I picked up the scarf. I smiled grimly, twisting it to make it more narrow, and then knotting it in the middle. I walked behind her and put the knot in her mouth, pulled it tight, and tying it behind her head. I pushed her head down brusquely. She's in trouble now. I smacked her huge, red ass and told her to, "Shut up and look pretty." "And remorseful," I added. I told her to grunt three times in a row into the gag if she needed to safe-word.

I stared at her. I couldn't stop looking at her. I ran my finger along the gag, loving how it filled her mouth and stretched her lips. I kissed her on the lips, biting them and the gag itself. I reached back and smacked her reddened ass again, hard, prompting a deliciously muffled cry of pain. It was so exciting to spank her and then hear her gagged cries of pain that I did it again. And again. And again. I took my time, so I didn't overwhelm her. I can have an orgasm any time. Controlling a woman who is willingly submitting to me, though, that must be savored. She needs just enough correction to keep her sweet, hungry hole simmering. I then resolved that today she was to please me.

But first, I must complete my submissive's correction.

"Do you have any further suggestions, Susie Boss-Lady? This is the time to tell me."

She shook her head no. I smiled. "I'm so glad," I said, "because I really wanted to keep spanking you. I am curious why you're so defiant today."

She frantically shook her head no and started babbling through her gag. I smiled again, indifferent. She kept insisting she did NOT want to wise off any more. I spanked her once hard on her ass again to get her attention. "You have a choice, further correction on your behind or on your palm? Which will it be?"

She tried to tell me through the gag. I mocked her. "Your ass, really!?'" she shook her head and started trying to tell me again. I finally said, "Well, it would be fun to beat your ass some more. But I have some mercy. Hold out your hand, Miss." She did so immediately. Her desperation was charming and arousing.

I reached into my blazer pocket and took out a ruler. "Palm up, Miss." She started to mumble again. The gag was soaked with her saliva. I frowned. That's not aesthetic. I remembered our earlier conversation. Nobody else is on her floor right now. I removed her gag "I suggest you still keep it down, since somebody else might have had a doctor's appointment today." After reminding her that the sun is a star I asked her, "Are you left or right handed?"

"Right," she said.

"Hold it out." I immediately smacked her palm and asked her, "To whom are you speaking?"

"YOU Sir!" she cried.

"Repeat your answer properly."

"Right hand, Sir! RIGHT HAND, Sir!"

"Better. You will receive ten strokes to your right hand and five to your left. I want you to remember this tomorrow, and going forward."

I held her hand steady with my left one. That way she cannot take it away and I get to feel the impact on her. By the sixth stroke she completely broke. It was beautiful to watch as her face crumpled and she choked up. She said so much in a short time, filled with pleas, promises and resolution, but the word "Arlington" was in there somewhere. I pulled her underwear all the way off, and brought her over to the couch, and sat her on the floor as I held her. I got her water and gave it to her. After a few minutes she calmed down.

"Am I a good girl again?"

"You tell me. What would make you a good girl again?"

She said very quietly, "If I suck on your, um, dick, Sir?"

I looked at her with disappointment. "Hold out your right hand." She did so and I gave a sharp smack with the ruler. I rebuked her. "As long as you are my submissive, you may not use such language to me. 'Suck on my dick?' Where did you learn that? Internet chat rooms? You are a lady. Instead, you should ask me to please orgasm in your mouth. Begging and eager persuasion would be even better. Remember, the 'please.' You've been a bad girl this afternoon."

"Let's try it again: You're a heads-up young lady. What would make you a good girl again?"

She said, "Sir, would you PLEASE orgasm in my mouth?"

I frowned a little, acting like I was thinking it over. I said, "I'm not sure. Such a filthy mouthed girl, look at the way you curse. Hmm."

"Please Sir. Please. I want your thick semen in my mouth, Sir. Please!" I felt like all of that came directly from her libido, her id, her soul, somewhere, but regardless, she bypassed her brain.

"Crawl behind me, Slut." I walked to her bedroom and watched as she followed. The image was spectacular. I was in my suit standing in her boudoir. She crawled in on her hands and knees, naked from the waist down.

"Hop onto your bed, Susie Sluttypants." She did so. I sat on the bed next to her. "This was a fairly heavy scene. As a reward for getting through it and for following instructions from our last scene, and for finding such cute underwear, you may cum as many times as you can manage. Lie on your back."

She complied. "Open your legs," I instructed. I took off my slacks. My cock was hard and eager. I tapped it against her mouth as she pussy played. "Turn your head to the side, Sweety. Good girl. Fucking her innocent face was deliciously dirty. I held her head firmly by the back and had leverage to insert my penis all the way. She sighed and hungrily sucked on it, using her hand to excite it, and spitting on it like my little slut.

I loved the sight of her fingers busily pussy playing between her plump thighs, and making her hips jump like a deer. She pleaded, "More, Sir, more give me more please, more!" My penis was already so aroused and I began to push it into her mouth faster.

Then I withdrew it. I looked at it, stiff and twitching, right by her eager mouth, her eyes fixed on it with a single, wet, swollen goal. I pushed it into her mouth again.

"Take it, Susie. I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I took it from her, prompting a heated cry of "Please, Sir, more!". I gave it back and continued using her mouth like it was mine personal preserve.

She then did something I've never seen before or since. I was absolutely the closest I could be to orgasm and she took my cock out of her mouth. I was so exited that I had stopped breathing. She then opened her mouth and moved her fingers so that my orgasm seemed to last for hours. Just when it hit me, my cum splashed into her mouth and onto her face. She continued to jerk it, getting every drop until I had to stop her because it was too intense. She told me later that she had been waiting to cum until my orgasm hit me. How do you do that?

We relaxed. I found a washcloth and put some warm water on it and cleaned her up. We talked and laughed. As with most midday scenes, watches eventually gave us the news that we're not rich, and have to go back to work. Fortunately, I had lots of plans for next time. Planning, always planning.