You Will Be Spanking Me! . . . Or Else!
I will tell my Sister
[WARNING: NON-CON THEMES]
Raising my voice, “Hey! Idiot! Are your ears clogged? Didn’t you hear me? Get to spanking me now, and hard!”
“Wait! Hold on! You’ve yet to answer a single one of my questions! Why are you in my house? More importantly, why are you bent over my kitchen island in only your underwear?”
“You mean my bra and panties Bob? Can’t you say the word panties? Does me saying panties so much make you uncomfortable? Horny? Mad? Would it get you more frustrated if I told you my panties were also moist?”
“What the fuck Amber!”
“Ohhh . . . you seem real angry at me Bob. Maybe you should spank me?”
“I’m not spanking you Amber and I don’t fucking understand what is happening here?”
“Fine! Fucking party pooper! You’re one of those talk more before getting busy with the naughty kind of guys. Don’t understand what Alexis even sees in you? I’ll allow you three questions and then we need to get busy here . . . time is a wasting.”
“You? You’ll? You’re going to allow me three questions? In my own home? You’re the one who broke in and are doing that indecent exposure thing in front of me!”
“Ok, first off Bob . . . you and I both know . . . this is A1 top quality, decent exposure. Secondly, I didn’t break in. Alexis gave me a key. We’ll count that as question one of three.”
“What? Why did Alexis give you a key?”
“Because I just moved in with you two. Thought that’s what you wanted . . . considering how you’ve always been staring at my ass every time you thought I wasn’t watching you. I was Bob . . . oh, I know you want my firm little ass and badly. BTW, that’s question two. You have one left.”
“One? ONE! This is my house and I’m the master of it! I can ask you as many questions as I want! Like, what the fuck is going on here Amber?”
“You’re such a silly man Bob. I’m the one with all the power here. I live here now and I’m in charge of you and you’re tiny little dick. You are going to tie my wrists to the handles on the other side of this island, my ankles to the base, and then you’re going to spank my ass for all your worth . . . or else . . .”
“Or else what Amber? Whatcha gonna do Amber? Are you going to give me a sad boo boo face and cry for me Amber? Gonna get angry and leave? Take your ass and go home?”
“Wow Bob! You’re bulb is dimmer than I thought it was. It’s simple, but I’ll break it down for you slowly. You, Bob . . . are going to tie me up . . . helpless and bent over this island. That’s this counter right here. Then you’re going to spank my ass . . . until it’s redder than my hair and I’m cumming hard from the pain and pleasure.”
“Or else what Amber? You keep leaving that part out of your weak threats!”
“Or else Bob, I’ll tell Alexis that you tied me up helpless over this island . . . that thing in the middle of our kitchen . . . and spanked me against my will while I begged and pleaded with you to stop.”
“I KNOW WHAT A FUCKING KITCHEN ISLAND IS! And this one right here is NOT ‘OUR’ ISLAND!”
“Do you Bob? Do you really? . . . Is all of this making you angry Bob? Knowing I’m the one in control of you Bob? That me being in charge of you is making my panties all hot and wet? I just said panties again Bob. Oops, said panties again! In ‘OUR’ house Bob?”
Bob slams open, yes; it’s possible to slam something open if you’re as angry as Bob is right now. He slams open a kitchen drawer and pulls out several pieces of clothesline and tosses them onto the island next to me! Followed by two more . . .
“Yum Bob! Yum! Are you going to hang me out to dry Bob!” I stretch my wrists outwards so he can tie them easier. He grabs my wrists, moves them back to where they were, then pulls them back out like it was his decision.
“Doing that doesn’t make you in charge Bob.” {Smack!} A nice bare hand comes down hard on my left ass cheek before I’m even bound! “Now we’re talking Bob! Let it out Bob! All your pent up frustrations about having such a tiny dick!”
I can see him about to take a second swing at my ass! His hand is shaking hard! He ties my wrists together in front of me and pulls the loose end down the other side of the island. Checking his bondage technique, I’m pleasantly surprised that he has some skills. I’m not getting free! YES!
His hot and angry breath hits the back of my thighs and calves as he ties off my ankles to each corner, forcing my legs apart! “I should really command you to fuck me also when you’re done with my spanking . . . but I need something big enough that I’ll actually feel it Bob. Something bigger and less sour than your baby dill.”
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} Three nice quick and hard spanks and my motor is running full speed! With each hit, my breasts are pushing against the cold marble countertop, taking my breath away! I just love being in charge! {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} On my right ass cheek and Bob’s OCD tries to keep it even!
“Bob? Excuse me Bob? . . . That’s four total on the left and only three on the right.” {Smack!} “Never mind Bob . . . we’re even now.”
Quick note to my Readers: Don’t ever make fun of someone who has something like OCD . . . unless it’ll get you spanked harder . . .
I watch as Bob makes another even angrier trip to the junk drawer! This time he’s pulling out a pair of large metal scissors! Oh Fuck! Did I push him too hard? Slipping the cold metal of the sharp blade under my thin black pantywaist strap and {snip!} followed by a second {snip!}!
My panties fall to the floor . . . I’m guessing faster than normal . . . since they’re drenched with my own juices. Bob picks them up and slaps them on the island, right next to my face!
“What are we doing Bob? This doesn’t seem like the spanking session we agreed upon Bob?”
As he slaps a roll of duct tape next to my panties, he replies, “We . . . never agreed on anything Amber.”
“You’re not going to gag me with my own wet panties? Are you Bob? Please don’t gag me Bob!”
He wads up them up and stuffs them, crotch side first, deep into my mouth before securing them in place with three wraps of the duct tape! My own flavors fill my mouth quickly! God! I just love being in charge!
“Hope you like pancakes in the morning Amber.” He pulls a large spatula out of another drawer and slaps it twice on his own palm. The second hit causes him to flinch from the pain and I let out a giggle behind my gag . . .
“YOU CUNT!” {SMACK!} “BITCH!” {SMACK!} “SLUT!” {SMACK!}
OCD be damned! His hard plastic spatula led attack of my ass is completely out of control! There’s no time to count, much less try to keep my ass cheeks equal in color, sting or pain!
“How dare you come into my home!” {SMACK!} “Mistreat me like this!” {SMACK!} “And think for a second that you’re in charge of me!” {SMACK!} {SMACK!} {SMACK!}
Bob is such a silly man. This is going to be fun! I was originally only going to stay the week . . . but with every harder {SMACK!} I’m changing my mind {SMACK!} “MMMMM! MMM! MMMM!”
“You better squirm and scream bitch! Your punishment at the hands of Master Robert has just begun!”
Wow! He is dimmer than I thought. He has no idea just how hard I’m cumming right now! No idea the intense pleasures he’s giving me, along with someone’s Grandma, whose watching us through the kitchen window!
Bob takes a break from my spanking for a minute to dig in another kitchen drawer. My ass is still stinging and burning in such fantastic ways! I’m sure my juices are dripping onto the floor by now!
Oh! Before I forget. Remind me to tell Alexis that Bob found the Turkey baster . . .
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