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His wide eyes are framed with his trademark black eyeliner. They are fixed on my face, which is flushed, my cheeks burning a deep red. I stand before him, hands clasped behind my back in a white cotton shirt, my favourite work shirt.A black pencil skirt covers my bottom half, the hem tickling my skin just below the knees. I have no shoes or socks on.

He stands up, picks up his favourite implement; the riding crop. He keeps it behind the chair for just such an occasion. My legs quiver a bit in anticipation. I forgot to get gas on the way home from work so halfway home our car died in the middle of the street. He had to come and rescue me. Pay for the gas. Now it was time for me to learn my lesson.

He uses the crop to flick some of his long, brown hair out of his face, ruffles it up with the other hand, his huge hair makes me smile, backcombed and hair sprayed to perfection. He taps his palm with the crop, eyes me up and down and in his low Australian drawl instructs me to unbutton my blouse. I do, slowly opening it and letting it rest, leaving me with my bra on show. He moves to me, cups my left breast, gives it a few taps with the crop then asks me to undo it.

It is a front fastening bra, so as it pops open it hangs down like my shirt, and my pert round breasts are now on show. He smiles a wicked smile, watching my nipples perk up in the cool air. I place my hands on my head; I know the drill by now.

He walks in a circle around me, smacks my ass with the crop, even though it is through my skirt it still stings. I cringe and jiggle my legs. He stands before me again, places the crop in his mouth. I stare at the gorgeous straight white teeth gripping the implement. I always loved his mouth. He catches me staring as he reaches for the buttons on my skirt. He flashes that wicked smile that always makes me weak at the knees. It is just for me. I love it.

Once the buttons are undone he pulls down my skirt, crop still between his teeth. He pulls the skirt in one swift movement past my hips, gasps and drops the crop from his mouth. I purposefully took my panties off when we got home; I knew this would be happening. He is crouching, fingers still entwined in my skirt. His face is a foot away from my shaven pussy. I look down; he is framed by my breasts. He glances up, his blue eyes flashing. I can tell he wants me right here, right now, but the punishment must come first. How else will I learn?

He pauses, runs a finger down my one patch of hair, an inch of groomed black pointing to my clit. He picks up the crop and makes the same movement with it. I tremble, step out of the skirt that pooled around my ankles and wait for him to tell me what to do.

“Sit on the couch,” he snarls, arching his eyebrow at me. I can see a bulge in his pants. I want to take him out and suck him off right here. I know how much he wants it too, but he has better control than me... so I comply. Jokingly, I sit like an innocent school girl on the couch, knees pressed together, hands clasped above them. He sits beside me, his aftershave tempts me more but before I can make a move he pulls my left leg towards himself and lifts his own leg, so it is over mine, holding it open.

“Spread your other leg,” he tells me. I do. “If you close your legs I will turn you over and spank you harder, you got that?” he growls.
“Yes,” I nod. I can feel waves of lust pumping through myself. I love when he is in control.

He lifts the crop, spanks me first around my pussy, aiming for the inner thighs. I gasp with each spank. He suddenly begins spanking my pussy, which is already pink and swollen with desire. Every spank sends a wave of vibrations through my lower half, bringing me closer and closer to cumming right there.

He stops when I begin to get wet.

“I can’t believe you like that,” he half growls, half laughs.

He uses the flat tip of the crop to rub my pussy a few times, I sigh. I can see his erection through his pants. I tentatively touch it, and when he looks at me I know my punishment is over. He drops the crop, his hand now concentrating on massaging, pinching, fondling my breasts. He lowers himself onto me, giving me a crushing kiss. He lie together on the couch, I try to unbutton his black shirt, but he sits up, rips it open and stands up, pulling me up too.

I reach down to unbutton his jeans, and as I do he reaches down and strokes my throbbing pussy. I pause, enjoying the sensation. He brings me almost to orgasm before he gives me a sharp spank on the ass. I continue to undo his jeans while he removes my shirt, which was hanging from my shoulders.

Once we are both naked we lie back on the couch. He pauses, holding himself half a foot from my face. He flashes his naughty smile which I have seen so many times before, and I cannot wait any longer. I grab his hair as he thrusts into me over and over. My eyes land on the discarded crop laying on the floor, and as he buries his face into my neck I reach for it. Once, twice, three times I give him a sharp spank on the ass.

He laughs into the nape of my neck, then mumbles “Keep going.”
We come together in a haze of white hot pleasure. Then lie back on the couch, and stay there until we fall asleep.