Don't Be Late

She pushed open the door nervously, her breath almost held.

He looked up from his book his eyes flashing with anger, "Where the fuck have you been? Do you realise you are late? This is completely unacceptable."

She opened her mouth to speak but his eyes stopped her.

"Not a word! You will get to speak when I decide. Take your clothes off, now!"

It was useless not to comply. He got what he wanted, every time. She started with her sweater, then her trousers. Standing in her red lacy underwear she blushed as the bra came off, and then the panties, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.

He stood up, fully dressed, the juxtaposition of his clothing and her nakedness revealing the power play. Walking around her, he made a show of staring at her body, not touching but carefully examining her, taking in her ass, her breasts and her pussy with his eyes, before sitting back in the chair and taking a sip of the amber-hued Scotch in his glass.

"I believe that you understand that this disrespect cannot go unpunished. I simply will not have you being late. You should know better by now. On your hands and knees crawl into the bedroom, and then bend yourself over the edge of the bed."

Abashed, she sank to her knees, put her hands in front of her, her bare ass up and her slit exposed. He stood up, picked up his drink, and walked behind her as she crawled into his bedroom and lifted her top half onto the bed, knees on the cold floor. And then waited, knowing he was behind her, but not daring to lift her head.

His view was magnificent. Her legs naturally opening to reveal her asshole and pussy to him. Her delicious ass, ripe, round and ready for a spanking. He took the leather wrist straps, and taking one of her wrists, buckled the tether to it, before pulling both hands behind her back and binding the other.

"You were twelve minutes late, therefore we will start with a spanking. 12 strikes to begin with. And you may talk, but only to count the blows."

His hand sharply struck her ass, the crisp, sharp noise and the quick intake of her breath pleasing his ears. He adored these sounds, as he struck again, this time getting an audible gasp.

"Two... three."

Her eyes were filling with tears as his hand struck her, and again, whilst her pussy started to get lubrication of it's own. Her ass was stinging as she counted. She deserved it though, she had been late, and he hated lateness; punctuality was expected.

"Eight... Nine"

Strikes eleven and twelve signified the end, but this wasn't the sum of her punishment. They both knew that. She could hear him walking, his shoes on the hardwood floor, first going away from her and then returning.

"I need to make sure this doesn't happen again. When I tell you to be here at a certain time you will be here at that time."

She felt something silicone rubbing her, up from her pussy to her clit then back down, and then it was inside her, taking her breath as it entered hard and fast. It was one of his largest dildos, stretching her open. Then the sting of leather hit her skin, as he took the flogger to her. She felt herself tighten against the silicone with each thrash. The pain was pure and exquisite, and she moaned in discomfort and pleasure.

He reached between her legs, found her clit and started rubbing her. Already aroused, she felt his featherlight touch and could feel her own wetness against the dildo, a familiar tingling starting in her lower stomach, her hips starting to gently move forwards and back, the dildo gripped hard inside her.

"You are my slut. You are going to come for me!"

His voice, almost dreamlike in her head now, as she began her ascent to ecstacy, her mind concentrating on his fabulous fingers, that were flicking over her clit now, her juices that had escaped her cunt all over them. The buildup pushing the sensations closer and closer to the inevitable eruption, her hips moving more vigorously as she let the dildo fuck her.

He knew she was close and so changed the rhythm of his fingers slightly, and hearing her cry out, rubbed faster, entranced by her euphoria. He watched as her pussy gripped and released the dildo before her body shuddered, her cunt shaking, and her voice shouting out as her orgasm crashed over her, his cock hard in his trousers.

After a moment he removed the dildo, lifted her upper body and turned her around to face him, hands still bound, his hardness in front of her face. Unzipping his trousers he pulled his erect cock out through his boxers and freed it from its confines.

"Open your mouth and suck me."

His cock twitched as she took it in her mouth, the soft warmth enveloping him as his hands gripped the back of her head. She was a magnificent cock sucker, her tongue swirling around his shaft, then suction surrounding the head. He rocked back and forth, fucking her face as she consumed his dick, pulling her hair as she did so.

"My good little slut. You will remember this evening and never be late again."

She murmured her response around him and suddenly he was there, thrusting forward hard, pushing his cum down her throat as he exploded in her mouth, grunting his pleasure as he felt her swallowing his seed.

Tucking his penis back in his pants, he untied her hands, kicked his shoes off, lay on the bed and gestured to her to come and lie next to him, as his arms wrapped around her as she promised,

"I love you. I'll never be late again, my darling."