To Kill A Mocking Bird

By on June 29, 2011.

30th June

I wish I had remembered the mirror before I saluted him behind his back.

We were getting ready to go out for the evening he had picked out my clothes and watched me whilst I got dressed. Once I was ready I had turned to face him with a cheeky smile on my face and declared

“I’m ready Sir, how do I look?”

Instead of a getting a smile and approval back these words were greeted with a silent rise of the eyebrows. I shifted uncomfortably on the spot, his piercing gaze making my pulse quicken beneath my composed surface.

“You appear to have forgotten something Slut” he finally replied

“Sir?” I questioned, even though I knew full well what he meant.

“You have panties on slut, I told you no panties and to wear the butt plug, so tell me Slut, Why are you wearing panties and where is the plug?”

I held his gaze for a moment, but I could feel the guilty heat rising onto my face and ended up looking down at His feet.

“Hmmm” was all I got in reply

“I am going to call a taxi Slut, make sure you are properly dressed by the time I return”

To be honest I had just felt like wearing panties, they were sexy and matched my bra and I had wanted to put them on. I had taken a risk and had ignored his request, hoping that I would get away with it. I knew now that that was not going to happen but the defiant little streak was lurking within me and I was irritated to have been caught out and so as he turned to leave the room and I replied with a “Yes Sir!”

I don’t know why I did it, but along with the yes sir I delivered a perfect little salute of a shipmate to her captain, but behind his back or so I thought because in that instant he froze and then slowly turned to face me. Of course by now my arm was firmly back by my side and it was only as I took a small step forward that I realised that as he had turned for the door he would have been able to see me in the mirror.

Biting my lip I just stood and stared at him

“So not only forgetting my requests but mocking me as well eh?”

Should I mention here, that mocking is very much frowned upon?

“Come here” he commended as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

As I moved towards him I could feel my whole body start to buzz as the adrenalin began to trickle its way around my system, as soon I was close enough he reached up and took my wrist in his hand and pulled me down over his lap. For a brief moment I wriggled around, but then with one hand firmly on the back of my neck holding my head down he ripped my dress up over my arse and tore my panties down as best could.

“Still” was all he said but in such a way that I knew he meant it, really meant it

The warmth of his hand caressed the smooth exposed skin of my bottom for a moment and he let out a contented sigh before saying

“So beautiful, such a shame that I now have to make it so sore that you are going to have trouble sitting down all evening”

And with that he bought his hand down hard onto my arse

Smack!

When….Smack! I….Smack! Tell…Smack! You…Smack! No…Smack! Panties…Smack! I…Smack! Mean…Smack! No…Smack!  Damn Panties! Smack! Smack! And…Smack! When….Smack! I….Smack! Ask…Smack! For…Smack! The…Smack! Butt…Smack! Plug…Smack! I…Smack! Expect…Smack! To… Smack! See…Smack! You…Smack! Wearing…Smack! It…Smack! Smack! Smack!

By this time I was sobbing and through those sobs apologising. He was not holding back, each word was delivered with a harder blow than the one before and my arse was quite literally starting to burn.

“Now, let’s talk AGAIN about mocking…..”

“Oh please Sir, I am sorry Sir, please, no more, oh Sir no”

I can’t remember how many spanks he administered then, but they were hard and brutal and they powered through my body and made me burn. Even though my eyes were closed, wet hot tears streamed down my face as he scolded me over and over again.

I was so lost in his punishment that it wasn’t until I felt his fingers pushing their way into the fold of my cunt that I had realised he had stopped. My arse by this time was a glowing shade of fiery red and my pussy responded to His touch instantly by twitching and tightening around his probing fingers.

“Don’t you dare cum Slut, or else I will tie to this bed and use my whip on you as well”

All the while his fingers continued to tease and circle and fill me until the urge to let go was also beyond my control, all I could focus on was the fingers playing with my lust until suddenly I felt his body press down over mine and his sharp teeth grab at my already bruised arse in a piercing bite.

The pain shot up through me and I froze, held tight in his mouth as his teeth drove into my flesh, not once but twice and all the while his fingers continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, finding that sensitive little spot high up in the front of my pussy, rubbing and pushing there, forcing my juices out of me and down over his hand and just as I felt my cunt start to tighten he was gone. His mouth, his teeth, his finger and hands all gone and he pushed me from his lap onto the floor where I collapsed in an exhausted heap at his feet.

Standing up he stood over me for a moment and then bent down and draw me up into his arms and onto my feet. He then drew my panties down over my thigh and knees, before motioning me to step out of them and then adjusted my dress back down. As the cool dark material grazed over my tenderly sore arse I let out a little gasp at which he chuckled.

“I don’t want to have this conversation about mocking ever again, do you hear me?” he asked

“Yes Sir” I mumbled in reply

“Good girl” he said “Now dry your eyes and let’s go out to dinner and hopefully that sore arse of yours will mean that by the time I get you home you will be even hungrier for my cock then you are right now.”

Mollyxxx

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  1. I really enjoyed this read. It made me remember the roles within a D/s relationship, and the respect which must be shown both ways, I think that that can sometimes be forgotten in amongst the bondage and similar. I could relate to the story exactly in fact, having been (weirdly) in that exact situation, though He let me away with not wearing the buttplug, I partly wish my Dom had taken the stance your Sir did. Therefore reading this as an alternative ending to my real life situation, made the read very erotic and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

    Natalie x

  2. *sigh* That was pretty hot….

    And I’m thinking I’ll avoid saluting to Gear if ever I feel the urge to.

  3. I can totally identify with that cheeky streak, although I’m really a very good boy.

    But what a great meal out that must have been, I bet you couldn’t wait to be fucked afterwards.

    sev xx

  4. Oh boy do I identify with this piece, he walked around with my initials bitten into his arse for about a week or so! Nicely places so they were hard to hide at rugby practice etc… 😉 *grin* Liz x

  5. This made me squirm and grin at the same time–I think you know what a brat I can be as well! Oh to be taken in hand so decisively! 😀 well done, to both you and your D.

  6. Owch. I feel your pain. I learned the hard way this weekend that telling Master ‘This is why you can’t have nice things’ (It was in a teasing manner! ends poorly for me. I also learned that delrin canes hurt worth than anything else I’ve played with yet. *hides*

  7. That was a great post, although, I’m sorry for your ass, lol. I can totally see myself pulling a move like that, the salute, haha.

    I also must say that at the point of the spanking I was mostly thinking “damn! doesn’t his hand hurt by now?!?! he’s immune!!” Bc I can’t deliver more than two hard spanks without MY hand hurting like a bitch and unable to continue.

  8. ohhh molly such a sexy story. i can completely identify with that defiant streak. lots of marks this week. i imagine you felt those for a while.

  9. Molly, you got me squirming with this. Sooo hot. But I know what it’s like when you’re burning and the tears are streaming and you don’t think you can take one more minute. And then He touches me sweetly and I melt. The power of a Dom…

  10. This was a great one! I can relate with the defiance, I am a stubborn one. I wouldn’t have been nice about the being shoved off the lap lol. I would have totally called a safe word and been “You’re going to dinner alone, love.” Blew a kiss and walked away. When I’m defiant like that, God it is so hard to bring me down lol Even after a good spanking like that!

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