Sunday, August 23, 2009

Silhouette

I lay wearily in the bed. I am exhausted body and soul from a week of too much change. However, we somehow have the house to ourselves on a Friday night. I'm so tired that all I want to do is find the sweet escape of sleep.

I feel the weight of your body on the bed announcing your presence and I am comforted. I soon feel your skin press against me and your warm breathe against the back of my neck.

“Pleasure me”

My mind reels. I want to move. I can’t move. I know that I need to obey but can not find the energy within.

“I’m waiting.” Your voice grows slightly darker and I try to explain.

“Sir, I, I….I’m so tired.” I’m almost crying. Already. I hate to fail you but I can’t find it in me. Life has worn me out this week. I'm tender in every way.

Wrong answer.

“You will obey me.”

You pull me up and out of the bed quickly. Dragging me over a single knee hastily, I scarcely know how I got here before you start.

After a few severe strokes, I am crying. I was close to tears already and now they spill out. You continue spanking me between harsh pinches along my thighs and breasts.

You pause. I try to catch my breathe.

You lean in closer and whisper, “You WILL obey me.”

Looking up, I see our reflection. The light in the hall is on with our bedroom lights off. We like the light in the mornings and so the blinds are up. The glass is a good reflector.

I see you, your silhouette leaning into me. My long hair hanging down.

You fiercely carry on with the punishment. My cheek presses against your arm and tears flow freely and continuously down my face and onto your skin. My eyes remain open though. I cannot look away from our image in the window.

I am hypnotized. The clear lines of our shapes burn into my brain. Throughout the spanking, I know that I will remember this view. Forever.

You repeat your demand, “Pleasure me”.

Tangling your fingers roughly in my hair, you push me down to my knees. I quickly take your hard cock in my mouth and work to satisfy you. I am soothed.

Your pinching continues on my arms, my breasts…testing me. I have failed. I am determined not to now.

Controlling my breathing, I work to please you as best I can. Tears still stream down my face as my tongue presses and pulses against the sensitive underside of your cock. I am rewarded with your moans.

Picking me up, you stand and thrust me face down on the bed. You quickly enter my weeping pussy. There is but one stern command for me now.

“You will NOT come.”

My head spins as my body shudders with your ferocious need. I revel in the knowledge that I have obeyed.

I obey you now, Sir.

I will always obey you, Sir.