Kasia
The door squeaked a little when it opened. My heart leapt into my throat as the reality of what was happening finally took a hold of me. The airline ticket might have been a little over the top, but I’d wanted to make sure that he would finally initiate the discussion he had promised would happen nearly a month ago.
My clit pulsed.
I shivered in the outfit I was wearing. Through Jon, I’d gotten Stella’s number. I’d told her that I wanted a set of really slutty lingerie in a royal blue knowing that it would set off my eyes and she had delivered. When she’d asked for my budget, I’d told her to bill James’ account. She hadn’t even questioned it.
It was even more scandalous than the last set of lingerie I’d picked out.
The top was blue lace with silk accents. It was a shelf-style bra that left my nipples bare, lifting and presenting them in a way that made me feel sexy and embarrassed at the same time. The crotchless panties left nothing to the imagination.
My pussy was completely bare, and the backside was nothing more than straps, leaving everything in between my legs on display.
He cleared his throat, and I turned around, fully presenting myself to him. My mouth went dry when I saw the terrifyingly thick belt hanging at his side.
A pang of nervous regret surged through me. I’d been the one to initiate this, but I had the distinct feeling that it was going to be far more than I’d bargained for.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for this, angel,” he mused.
I shivered and my bottom clenched nervously.
“Wait… maybe we can…” I began.
“Shhh. What happens next isn’t up to you, bad girl. It’s time for me to show you how a king deals with his queen when she needs to be punished.”
My core practically convulsed. I watched anxiously as he laid the belt and the cuffs on the arm of the couch. He took a seat and beckoned for me to come to him.
I was standing in front of him before I even realized what was happening. I glanced at the belt and back to him.
“You’re not using that?” I asked nervously.
“I am, angel. You’re in for a very long afternoon that’s going to start with a hard session over my knee,” he promised.
I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to protest but nothing came to mind.
“Put yourself over my knee now, my naughty brat,” he coaxed.
I blushed hard. I leaned forward, slightly embarrassed at how much of my ass was showing and just how much he was about to see as he spanked it bright red.
“I don’t even need to pull these panties down to spank your naked ass,” he observed, and I whined in shameful arousal. I tried to push myself up, but his hand pressed down firmly on my hip, pinning me into place. When I finally settled, he grasped my bottom cheeks and roughly spread them apart.
I squeaked in surprise.
“You ran away from me several times now, angel,” he said. He released my cheeks, and I couldn’t help but tighten them.
In my heart, I knew that he was going to take metheretoday.
Not with his fingers or with a plug…
But with his cock.
“Yes…” I admitted, my face flushing with shame as his palm smoothed over my bare backside.
“You’ve found yourself over my knee for this before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whined.
“Yet, you still threatened to run away from me again even after I put a ring on your finger. You even went as far as to buy a plane ticket with my credit card,” he scolded.