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I rolled each of the ideas around in my head. A fluttering sensation was building between my legs as I contemplated what lay ahead of me. I felt a temptation to choose Option 2 or 3, knowing the incredible pleasure that each of those would entail.
However, I felt the draw of Option 1, the lure of being punished with the paddle. I longed for it, and I dreaded it, in equal measure. But I also knew how the pain would flame my arousal and heighten everything for the rest of the evening. That was what my body craved.
I looked up at Mark, his gaze watching me with interest as I made my decision. I pointed at the gag and the paddle.
“Words please, young lady,” he retorted.
I glared at him teasingly and then said firmly, “Option 1, please Sir.”
He smiled and nodded at me. “What a wonderful choice. Good girl.”
Those two words made me squirm in my seat, building my nervous excitement.
Mark reached out and helped me up. I could feel his eyes roving over me and then he reached down and untied the wrap of my dress, letting it fall open. He took in the sight of my skimpy, festive underwear and he whistled appreciatively. He slid the dress from my shoulders and placed it carefully on the table. Then he reached around me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I shivered at the delicious thrill of being undressed before him.
His hands moved to my naked breasts, and he held them, appreciating their fullness. Then he started to gently squeeze them and massage them, enjoying the weight of them in his hands. I let out a low murmur of pleasure and it acted as an alarm for Mark. “Enough of that young lady. Time to get you ready for your chosen option. I want you to lay across the arms of this chair.”
Mark positioned me as he desired. I was bent over the chair, so one thick arm supported my hips, and the other supported my shoulders. He ran one knuckle firmly along my back, forcing me to arch.
“That’s it. Back arched. Bottom raised. Head up. You will maintain this posture throughout. Do you understand?”
His tone left me in no doubt as to who was in charge now. “Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“Legs a little further apart.” His hands caressed my inner thighs as he adjusted them as he wished, making me want to beg him to touch me more intimately.
He moved around in front of me, the O-gag ready in his palm. First, he took my chin in his other hand and looked directly at me. “If you wish to safeword, you slap the side of the chair twice, very firmly. Clear?”
I nodded. “Show me,” he continued, and I did as he commanded.
“Good girl,” he soothed, and he kissed my mouth tenderly. I didn’t want him to stop, but all too soon he pulled his lips away and fastened the gag in their place. My mouth was forced to remain open. I could not speak coherently but also could not hide any noises I made.
Mark pushed two fingers inside the gag, slowly stroking my tongue. It felt incredibly intimate yet so very lewd as well. With each stroke he pushed his fingers a little deeper until he felt my first gag. “Good girl,” he cooed.
Pleased with my reaction, he pulled his fingers away, smearing them across my cheek to wipe the slobber off them. He could see the flicker of reaction in my eyes, the sense of humiliation he had caused. But he also knew what an intense turn on I find that.
Slowly he walked around me, picking up the paddle and stepping behind me. First, I felt his hand rubbing at the flesh of my behind. It was a wonderful sensation and a little of the tension left my body as I relaxed into it.
That moment of relaxation was met with a firm smack of the paddle against my bottom. I yelped with the shock. “You were told to maintain your posture throughout,” he hissed.
I instantly arched my back again, lifting my smarting bottom towards him. “Better! I also want you to remain silent as you take your punishment.”
I attempted to utter “Yes Sir” through the gag but only managed a guttural moan and caused myself to drool some more. He laughed, not unkindly, at my attempts.
He placed the paddle back against my right cheek, holding it there, letting the anticipation build. As soon as I felt it leave contact, I knew what was coming. I felt a sharp sting as it impacted, but I was ready and managed to remain silent. He repeated, a third, fourth and fifth strike landing against my soft flesh. I took each one stoically.
Then the next one landed, harder than the previous ones and low, so it struck just where the curve of my bottom meets my thigh. I cried out as the paddle burnt against my sensitive skin there. And then silence filled the room. I knew I had disobeyed him. Yet he let the silence hang there, making me wait before he admonished me.
Finally, “what instruction did I give you?” broke the silence.
I moaned a response, the gag robbing me of my words.
“Correct, I said no yelping.”
I nodded obediently.
“Do you know the problem with your yelps?”
I pondered many facetious responses but knew they would not help my predicament and I had no way to communicate them either. I shook my head.
“Your yelps,” he continued, “make my cock even harder.”
I nodded, hoping this was the right response.
He walked around me again. I could hear him undoing his belt and his zip as he did so.
He stopped in front of me, his hard cock inches from my face. It was so close I could smell his pre-cum. He grabbed at my hair, balling a handful into his fist. He pulled my mouth onto his cock, sliding it inside the gag, engulfing it in my warm, welcoming mouth.
“When you make my cock harder with your yelps, I then need a way of pleasuring my cock,” he snarled.
He thrust into my mouth, forcing himself deeper. His hand controlled my head, working it backwards and forward along his shaft. He felt me gag as he pushed deeper, and he held me there. I was gagging on the size of him and starting to struggle for breath. Yet, I could also feel my wetness building and my pussy becoming slick with my juices.
I gasped, sucking in the air as he finally pulled me off. “So, each time you yelp and make my cock harder, I am going to need to shove my cock into your mouth. Is that clear?”
I nodded again as I tried to steady my breathing.
Mark allowed me little time to recover before the paddle started to rain down strikes on my already tender backside. I concentrated hard, maintaining my posture and fighting back every yelp or whimper. My skin felt hot, every impact intensifying the pain. Tears prickled in my eyes. I also knew just how wet my knickers were becoming.
The next strike I could tell was going to be a big one. I could sense Mark’s arm going back further. I could hear the whoosh of the paddle through the air. I made a mistake and let my bottom tense. I know I need to keep my flesh relaxed to endure it, but I made a mistake. When the smack landed, my right leg kicked out and I yelped loudly.
“You are a naughty, naughty girl.”
Both hands gripped my head and suddenly I had a mouth full of cock again. He thrust hard and fast this time. My eyes were watering, and I could not help but groan around his cock. He went deeper into my throat, fucking my mouth, enjoying himself as I gagged over and over.
I loved the feel of him using my mouth so roughly for his pleasure, but I was not sure how much more I could take.
Eventually he pulled out. Strands of drool ran from my mouth to the head of his cock.
He tilted my head up so our eyes met. “Look at the state of you, my gorgeous little slut,” he said passionately taking in the sight of my face wet with tears and slobber.
He picked me up and pulled me onto his lap as he sat down in the chair. I winced at the feel of his trousers against my tender bottom. He held me and stroked my hair gently.
“You were a very good girl, so I think you deserve another choice now.”
I listened to his words, knowing I would not be choosing another spanking, but also feeling desperate for my body to be stimulated further.
“Remember, all the choices are yours as to how the evening will progress.
Option 1: I will lay you on the bed, probably restrain you, and then touch and massage every gorgeous inch of you, using my fingers and my mouth to tease you and pleasure you.
Or you could choose Option 2 – again, I think I would tie you to the bed for this. But then I will get out all your favourite toys and use them to stimulate your body.
Or maybe Option 3. I am sure your tight little arsehole would appreciate some attention. I would take my time playing with it – maybe with a toy, maybe with my tongue – ultimately with my cock as well.
So which option is it to be?”
I would choose option 3 with great pleasure.
Great choice! x