0 comments/ 39912 views/ 4 favorites Procrastinating By: designergirl I love to procrastinate by masturbating. It means I have extra motivation to make the trip to orgasm longer and harder, because I'm avoiding whatever I'm really supposed to be doing. So today when I felt my nipples straining against my clothes, I couldn't resist casually brushing my hands over them. They instantly responded to my touch, sending darts of pleasure all over my body. I knew that the tax return was going to have to wait until I'd fulfilled my needs. I lean back in my chair and rub my breasts with both hands. I pinch my nipples through my shirt, and I press my thighs tightly together to stimulate my clit. I lift my arms up and remove two layers of clothing, leaving my breasts covered by a lacy, sheer bra. The cool air instantly causes them to firm up even more. My eager hands grope at them, squeezing, twisting and tweaking my nipples until they ache with pleasure. While one hand continues to tease my breasts, I allow the other to slide under the waistband of my jeans. The tight fabric forces my hand down directly between my swollen pussy lips. I ease my legs apart a little to allow me to feel how wet I have gotten. My panties are nearly soaked through, I am so wet. I glide my hand out from inside and scrape my fingers over the seam in my jeans. The seam runs directly to my hard clit, sending pleasure with every flick of my fingers. I spread my legs as wide as I can, gripping the sides of the chair with my thighs. My pussy pushes up even tighter against the seam and I grind my hips up and down while I clutch my breasts tightly with both hands. I unzip my jeans very slowly and let my fingers graze lightly over my engorged pussy. I wriggle them off and stuff my hand greedily and desperately into my panties. I'm so sticky and my pussy eagerly draws my two fingers in. I push them in deep and pull them towards me. My palm mashes up against my clit and I let out a low groan as my fingers curl inside. I push my hips forward to meet my fingers as they massage that sweet g-spot. I'm very tempted to finger myself to a hot orgasm, but I know it'll be better if I make myself wait. I reluctantly slip my two fingers out and stand up from my chair letting my panties fall to the floor. I then unclasp my bra and free my beautiful, bouncy breasts. I press my warm body up against the cold wall, my nipples harden again and I feel my juices work their way down my thighs. I support my body with my left arm, as I mash my chest further against the wall. My right hand catches some of my runaway juice and I cup my hand over my pussy, allowing my middle finger to push in between my outer lips and lightly stroke the very swollen and sticky inner ones. I need the wall even more now. It props me up as my finger slides back and forth, making me even hornier as it touches my clit whilst flicking up into my palm. I feel another round of juice drip into my palm and I invite my index finger to the party. The two digits work hard, stroking upwards faster and faster. I'm finding it difficult to stand now, my legs are weakening. I grip at the wall and let my hips buck the back of my hand into it. I have to slow the pace again as I know I can make myself cum so much harder. I let my fingers lightly caress my lips again, avoiding my hard little clit. I'm having so much fun procrastinating. I am so hot and all I need to make this finger fucking better is a nice hard dildo pumping in and out of my tight pussy. I pull myself away from the wall and sit on the edge of my bed and open the bedside table. There is an assortment of toys that I enjoy using frequently. I take my favourite 8 inch dildo and lie back on my bed. My hips thrust up in anticipation. I slide the cool member against my slit, warming it up for a little while. My free hand clutches at my breasts, desperate to hold onto something. I trace the wet dildo up and down my thighs now and I tease around my pussy. I spread my legs wide and I push my hips up and down impatiently as I press the hardness against my lips. I slowly start to push the first inch in and out. My pussy tries to suck it all the way in, but I resist. I let go of my breasts and drag my hand down my body to join the other in giving my pussy a workout. I moan softly as my hands work together. One hand is pushing the dildo in and out softly while the other massages my clit. My pussy is dripping wet and the hard rod is sliding with ease. I pull and push it faster, deeper and harder. I bring my pussy up to meet my hand with every thrust. Oh it feels so fucking good. I can't last long like this. I pump it harder and harder whilst letting my other hand trace around the hood of my clit. I need to come now, more than ever. I roll over onto my stomach and let the wet dildo slip out. I grip my pussy with three fingers and pull, mash and grind into my clit. I muffle my deep groans as I start to cum. My hips are grinding deeper and deeper into my hand as my orgasm takes over my body. I finger my hot pussy faster and faster as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. My whole body is shaking and my pussy strongly pulsates, releasing more juices onto my tired fingers. I pick up the dildo and can only manage to glide it lightly over my clit a few times before it sends me over the edge again. As my body calms down, I continue to play with my swollen lips hoping to delay that tax return just a little longer. Procrastinating Sub It was a bad day. A very bad day. Red got the call from her Master informing her that he was coming home from work early. There'd been a fight with a coworker, it seemed, and her Master was reprimanded despite having done nothing wrong. "Three hours early!" she bemoaned. She took a look about the house. Normally, she would watch her soaps on the tele until about four o' clock then spend an hour quickly tidying up so that things were presentable for when her Master came home. She quickly moved about, tossing dirty laundry into a basket while kicking an empty storage tub into a closet. 'He's going to kill me for being so lazy today', she thought as she threw the laundry into the closet, out of sight. She froze in moment in fear as her mind raced. 'Dinner! Oh shit!' She quickly moved to the kitchen, remembering suddenly that tonight was Monday and Monday was meatloaf night. She spent a few minutes preparing things before tossing it in the oven; fidgeting nervously, she turned the stove on and put some water to boil for the potatos to be mashed later. As she briskly walked down the hall from the kitchen to the living room, she heard the slam of a car door outside. She froze in terror, daring to move only her eyes to glance at the wall clock. "Oh shit," she exclaimed to herself again. "He must have been speeding. It must have been really bad!" She paused only briefly, trying to decide whether to let her hair down first from its ponytail or to remove the robe, or to kick the slippers out of sight. She was to greet her Master on bad days nude and knelt. She could hear the th-thud, th-thud as he quickly came up the steps. Before she could even react, the door flew up with a loud wham! He walked in, wearing his uniform, and looked about the room. Immediately his eyes caught on to things and he began to rattle them off machine-gun style at her. "You didn't sweep." "N-not yet, Sir-" she began. She stopped mid-sentence when he raised a hand. "You didn't dust." He moved over to run a finger across the ceiling fan's unmoving blade and sighed heavily as it came back gray with dust. He walked over to the sofa and knelt next to it, resting his hand upon the right side-her side-and felt heat. "You were here, recently...until I called probably. And you were here a while, too." She started to protest but again, she was silenced when he held his hand up. "Don't even try to lie to me. The seat is still indented from your ass." She blushed and hung her head low. He headed off down the hall, beckoning her to follow. He stopped at the closet and her heart froze with fear. He noticed her tense up and sighed heavily before opening the closet door. The basket fell out and clothes spilled everywhere. He sighed, shook his head and led on to the kitchen. As soon as he walked in he put his hand against the front of the oven. "This is still cool to the touch. You didn't even start dinner yet." She wanted to speak up, to scream at him 'you're three hours early!' but didn't dare. Finally, he motioned for her to come to the stove. He pointed down at the burner, which was just barely glowing hot. She frowned and turned her head down. Before she could realize what happened next, he was upon her. He pulled her body to his and turned her to face the stove. With a quick, rough motion he moved the pot of water aside and bent her over the stove, ripping her robe back to expose her tits. She gasped at the heat on her bare tits; a huge contrast to the cold within the house at the moment. He held her steady so as to keep her close enough to feel the heat and some mild pain, but not too close so she would not burn or suffer damage. His left hand found her ponytail and held her firmly in place by it and his hips pressing against her. He moved his other hand down to rip her panties aside and unzip himself, and entered her from behind roughly, deeply. She gasped at the large object inserted in her so crudely, and planted her hands on the stove. She began to push back. He tugged her head by his handful of hair and started thrusting deep within her, grunting, almost growling at her as his hips hammered her body against the stove. Finally she planted her feet and shoved back hard enough to push them both away from the stove. He growled at her defiance and grabbed her by the waist, shovign her to the floor face down. He quickly straddled her ass and gripped her ponytail, again, shoving his fat cock inside of her before resuming his thrusting. She cried out and struggled at first before realizing his grip was too much and his weight upon her body held her in place. "You fuckin' bastard," she uttered before finally giving up. He growled in victory and tore her robe from her form. He laid over her, his chest against her back, his hands on her shoulders and rode her. His hips moved up and down, back and forth as he pistoned his cock deeper in and out of her, faster and harder as time went by. He clawed at her chest with one hand and tugged her hair with the other. She groaned as his thick meat stretched her wide and she began to orgasm. Her tits scraped back and forth along the floor as he fucked her harder, deeper until finally burying his eight inch cock all the way within her. With a guttural growl and a bite to her shoulder he came, hard, filling her with his cum, still pumping his cock with a sloppy squack squack squack as he fucked her until limp. Finally he pulled out and stood up, pulling her up to her knees by her ponytail, guiding her head to his crotch. She smiled up at him and eagerly lapped at his flacid cock. He smiled down at her, happily content with his girl, and gently cupped her cheek. "You always are such a sweetheart for indulging my fantasies." She grinned around a mouthful of his cock, sucking the last of his seed from the tip before speaking. "Thank you, Master. Next time can you let me finish watching the 'Bold and the Beautiful' first? It's just getting good!" He grinned at her, nodded, then pulled her up and into his arms, carrying her to the couch. Procrastination "You did what?" Oh god, he was already yelling. I hated calling Dave with bad news, feeling like I was disappointing him. We'd be dating for a couple months now, and he was usually so patient, but today I heard his disapproval on the phone. "Well, umm," I stuttered, "I know I said I'd be ready for our date tonight, but I guess I kind of forgot about the assignment that's due tomorrow." I knew I'd be up all night with this paper, and it would be a close call to get it done in time for college English class tomorrow morning. Dave's voice became quiet as he enunciated each syllable in disbelief. "You mean the paper you've known about for weeks? You haven't finished it yet?" This was going to be hard to explain, since the reason it wasn't done was due to my chronic procrastination. I'd been spending more time at the beach than at the library, and I couldn't lie about it. "Well, ummm....you see Dave, I want to do a good job and all, and I was really wanting to spend time with you, but I just can't now because of this paper." Dave had gone to a lot of trouble for our date tonight, it was to be our two-month anniversary dinner and he had planned something special. "Ok, Becca...you work hard on the paper tonight, I guess we can do dinner another time. But I think you should know that I'm disappointed in you, and your procrastination. In fact, tomorrow after my late meeting at the office, I'd like you to come here so we can discuss your habit of putting things off to the last minute. Since the rest of the office will be empty at that time, this will give me a chance to discuss it with you thoroughly, and see if we can come to an understanding about how important timeliness is." I gulped, he actually seemed serious this time. In fact, the usual joking manner in his voice was gone, and left me wondering just how "thorough" this discussion was to be. "Oh yes," he added, "and make sure you wear that outfit I got you the other day." "To your office!?" I was shocked. He had purchased that outfit, I thought, as a bedroom outfit. He just can't be serious. "Yes, Becca....that outfit, my office, 6pm, do not be late." Before I could even ask if he was kidding, the phone clicked and he was gone. Well, I needed to get working on the paper anyway, so I grabbed my books and headed to the library. I worked for hours and hours at the library, then at home typing and typing. I cursed myself for waiting to the last minute, "Why do I always do this?" I thought about how if it wasn't for my procrastination, I could have been dressed in a beautiful gown, dancing and eating a wonderful dinner with Dave. Hours went by, and at several points in my sleep deprived state I thought about the meeting with Dave tomorrow, and what it could possibly be about. Far from put off by the commanding tone of his voice, I found it to be a little frightening and exciting at the same time. Finally, at 4am, I had the paper finished and as it printed out I fell into bed, set the alarm for 8am and quickly drifted off to sleep. After class, I was just plain exhausted. I came home, set my alarm for later in the afternoon and took a nap. Before drifting to sleep, I thought again about the harsh tone in Dave's voice. My stomach fluttered at the idea of our meeting and wearing that outfit in public. After my nap I felt quite refreshed. I showered and cleaned thoroughly, and decided to shave just on the off chance Dave wasn't too vexed with me. I shaved my pussy closely, taking care to not miss any spots. I dried off, and went to the closet for the outfit. It was an outfit he'd picked out for me last week, but I hadn't had a chance to model for him yet. It included a tight cream-colored angora sweater with a low neckline. The sweater felt so soft on my skin, I briefly considered not wearing a bra underneath it, but thought better of it and put on a cream colored lacey bra. There was also a short, plaid skirt. This skirt was so tight and short that I would never have usually considered leaving the house in it. I was sure if I dropped something on the way, I'd have to have some kind stranger pick it up, because it would have shown everything if I'd bent over in it. I put on a little cream colored thong under the skirt, knowing it was the only way around panty lines in such a tight skirt. The finishing touches were cream-colored socks and little saddle shoes. I quickly brushed my hair up into a ponytail with a little bow, and took a glance at myself in the mirror. The combination of the outfit together made me look just like a pubescent schoolgirl, only much naughtier. I could feel my pussy tingle as I imagined what he'd say when he saw the outfit. Maybe he'd find the outfit so sexy he'd forget he was even upset with me! I rushed out of my apartment, down the steps to my car. I was in such a hurry not to be late, that I didn't even grab a wrap to cover up the scandalous outfit. The apartment maintenance man leered as I rushed past him on the sidewalk. I felt his eyes on me as I tried getting into my car as ladylike as possible, hard to do in such a short skirt! I drove straight to the office, thank god I was exactly on time, with 2 minutes to spare. I walked straight up to the office door, and as I walked up Dave's co-worker Bob was just walking out to his car. Oh God, please please please don't let him say anything. I could feel the blush spread over my chest and cheeks. He stared as I walked toward the office past him, "Wow, Becca...you umm...you look...great!" I could swear he was reaching down to his crotch to adjust himself, but I had no time to ponder, I couldn't be late! I got to the door exactly at 6pm, and when I walked in I saw Dave standing in the lobby, his arms crossed and foot tapping. "See? I'm on time!" I announced, watching his face for any kind of approval. "Yes, I see you are, although you've really cut it close." He looked me over closely, up and down. My face and chest felt warm from the blushing, and I could swear his eyes were burning into my flesh with his close scrutiny. He smiled faintly, and turned around, "Follow me to my office." Nervously, but obediently, I followed closely behind. Dave was so hard to read, was he still mad? Did the smile mean I'm forgiven? The dampness in my panties was increasing as each step I took made me feel the thong creeping up and over my most sensitive spots. He sat at his desk, and I began to sit in the chair in front of the desk, and Dave stopped me. "No, come over here so I can see that outfit." I stood in front of him, and he crossed his arms thinking. "That outfit didn't come with a bra, I don't think I mentioned anything about you wearing a bra to meet me." I looked down, it didn't even occur to me to leave the house without a bra, my breasts are large and my nipples would be so perky in this tight sweater. He glared at me, and I realized he wanted it off, so I reached up inside and slid the bra off while keeping the sweater on. "Now, Becca, I wanted you to come to the office so we could discuss your habit of procrastination. This isn't the first time you've had to put off our plans to work on assignments that you knew well in advance were to be due." I looked down, I knew I had no excuses. The lecture continued, "I care very much for you, and want to see you succeed with all things in your career. I feel its up to me to point out that procrastination isn't productive and it leads to inferior work product." I knew he was right, the paper I turned in wasn't even close to my best work. "Come over here." He took my hand and pulled me down closer to his face. He gently pulled my face down to kiss his lips, my heart jumped, he's forgiven me! He kissed my cheek, and up to my ear, and he whispered into my ear, "Remember, this is because I care about you." And before I could even consider what that meant, he pulled me over his lap. "What are you doing!?" I yelled. "This is for your own good, Becca. There's no one in the office but us, so no one will hear this." He reached over my waist with one hand, and pinned my legs between his legs. I squirmed and thought, this can't be happening! I've never been spanked in my life! Slowly I felt Dave pull up my little skirt, felt the air on my cheeks as he exposed them. "I didn't tell you to wear panties either, Becca...you must learn to listen to my instructions carefully." And with that he quickly peeled my panties down to my knees, and my ass was naked and exposed to him, there was no need to struggle, he was much stronger than I am. Anyway, how hard could he possibly hit me? My answer was a rude awakening. Smack! Hard on my ass, then another Smack! on the other cheek, as I yelped in disbelief. His hand began spanking each cheek alternating between them, until the spanking was really starting to sting. I squirmed in his lap, and I could feel his cock in his pants, this is exciting him? I yelped over and over, forgetting about his erection, and concentrating on the sting of my bottom. But then the more he was spanking me, the more I could feel my smooth pussy getting wetter. I could feel the air blowing over my pussy lips as he continued to spank my upturned ass. I pressed my pussy into his leg, grinding against it, feeling precious little friction against my clit aching to be touched. "Is someone getting turned on by this?" I heard him ask loudly. It was then I realized he'd stopped spanking me. Oh god, I hope he doesn't realize how excited this has made me. Still holding me tightly in his lap, I feel him reach down with his spanking hand, tracing his finger lightly between my cheeks, lower and lower. I feel his finger dip into my pussy lips, probing lightly. "This is supposed to be about correcting your behavior, Becca. You're enjoying this much too much. Stand up." I stood, and he directed me to turn around in front of him. He stood beside me, I could feel his breath on my neck, as he grasped the sides of my sweater and pulled it over my head. The cold office air hit my nipples and I realized how much they ached to be touched. He reached around and roughly tweaked both nipples. I gulped hard, he knows how sensitive my nipples are. He reached down to the zipper of my skirt, and undid it so the skirt fell to my ankles. Slowly he bent down, helped me step from the skirt, removing what was left of my clothing, and as he did inspecting the red hand prints he'd blazoned on my ass. I stood next to his desk, trembling from the cold, or was it because I've never seen Dave like this, or realized how much I enjoy being punished by him. I felt his warm hand on the small of my back, pushing me over to lean my hands on his desk. Pushing me down further until I was resting on my elbows, my ass up in the air. Then his hand slid down my back, over my warm ass, and lower. Oh god yes, he's going to touch my pussy, I thought. But his hand went to my thighs, pushing them apart, so my legs were widely spread. I tried to push my ass back against his crotch, sure he was at least as excited as I was, "Stay still, there'll be none of that." I could almost hear the smile in his voice, he must love seeing me in this position. His hand went beck to the small of my back, holding me pressed against the desk, and with his other hand Smack! Oh he must be kidding. He spanked over and over, on my ass, and my thighs, and I squealed more and more, not even caring if anyone could hear. Finally I blurted out, "Ok, I'll never ever procrastinate again!" Immediately the spanking stopped. I breathed heavily, catching my breath, feeling the warmth of my ass radiating from my body. I felt his hands sliding down over my bottom, rubbing the sting away lightly with his fingertips. "I hope you'll remember this, the next time you have an assignment due." His hands slid further down, my legs were spread so wide I knew it must have been a naughty display. I could feel my pussy so wet the juices were drooling down my leg. Dave's hands slid over my hips, back up my thighs, over my ass and trailing down the crack of my ass toward my pussy. I jumped as his finger trailed over my asshole, and lower to my dripping pussy. He pressed his finger into my pussy, and without thinking I pushed back. "Oh god yes, please fuck me." With his other hand he reach around to my nipples, taking one then the other between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them lightly, making them ache even more. His finger began to slowly slide in and out, and on every stroke he pulled the wetness of my pussy, trailing it up along my ass, then back down into my pussy. The teasing was truly beginning to make me squirm as I tried to push my pussy into his hand, to get the fucking I needed. He pushed another finger into my pussy, and I squeezed them tightly with my vaginal muscles, hoping he'd push hard against the spot inside. His other hand reached around, found my clit and tantalizingly began swirling in circles around and around it. I could feel myself nearing an orgasm, breathing hard, so close...and then he stopped, pulled his hands from my body. "Suck my cock, now." I scrambled up and turned to find he'd already pulled down his pants, his cock erect and throbbing in front of me. I knelt down with him standing over me, and needed no other instruction. I held his cock in my hand, and licked the precum from the head. His strong hand on the back of my head told me he was in no mood for teasing, as he shoved his cock deep into my mouth, nearly gagging me. "That's right, you know how to suck my cock like I like it." He moaned as my pace increased, I knew he was getting close. Just then he pushed me, his cock popping out of my mouth, and he helped me up, turning me back over his desk. He roughly pried my legs apart with his knee, and I could feel his wet cock slipping between my ass cheeks. I felt his thighs against me as he lowered his cock down further, and holding it with his hand sliding it back and forth over my pussy. "Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you with this cock, baby? You did such a good job of getting it hard, I'm gonna pound you with it." And before I could even start to beg him to fuck me, he slid his whole cock into my pussy in one stroke. His cock filled me so completely, I don't know if I'd ever felt him so hard and throbbing. He fucked me hard, slapping against me, and I could feel my orgasm building again. He slowed himself, making it last longer for both of us, and several times pulled his cock out, sliding the juices over my clit then back up between my ass cheeks. He would then slam his cock back in, slamming it over and over. I knew my pussy would be sore, but I didn't even care, all I wanted was for his cock to fill me, fuck me. He caressed over my red ass cheeks while fucking me, and reached around to flick a finger over my engorged clit. With his other hand he would slide his finger down, rubbing between my ass cheeks, getting me so excited I was ready to burst. I felt his cock swell inside me as he slid his finger over my clit. My pussy began to twitch, my knees shaking, and I could feel myself so close. "Cum with me, baby...do it now." I let the feeling wash over me, my pussy contracting around his cock, me yelling "Oh god oh god oh god." I felt his cock jerk inside me, filling me with the warm juices from his cock. He collapsed over me, and we took a moment to catch our breaths. His cock slid from my sopping wet pussy, and he helped me up. Turning me around, he took me in his arms and hugged me close. I heard him softly chuckle in my ear, "Let's hope we don't have to discuss procrastination again." I looked up at him, he was smiling widely with his eyes twinkling, and we kissed. "I have an exam next week," I grinned. "Maybe we can talk about the importance of being prepared after the exam." He laughed, looking not too surprised that I'd enjoyed myself as much as he had. "You better start studying now, young lady. Maybe then I'll go easy on you." He winked, and I realized how much I liked this new, commanding aspect of him. Let's hope I never stop doing anything wrong, I thought to myself. I love getting feedback. Please let me know how you liked it, or even if you didn't. Please vote!! Procrastination It's only 3:30, Sire won't be home till well after 6:00. (I'm sure you can guess what's going to happen here). I lounged on our huge California king-sized bed. Game Cube remote controller in hand, I intensely tried to concentrate on the turns of the race. I lost as usual. Bored, I rolled over and thought about all the chores I needed to do before Sire got home: the dishes from breakfast, make the bed, straighten up the living room, and study. It would all only take me 45 minutes at the most. Sire wouldn't know I hadn't studied. Plus, it was Friday, I had all weekend to study. A pang of guilt struck me. If he asked would I lie? I remembered the last time I was caught in a lie. It was the first time he had really punished me. He had used the belt on me. I remembered the guilt and the shame. I remembered the tears I cried for him. He was so disappointed. He hated to beat me like that. He didn't stop and rub my ass lovingly like he usually did in between smacks with his hand. He didn't slide his finger into my pussy and tease me till I was begging. He just beat me, and then held my shaking, sore body till I fell asleep. I shivered remembering the night. Living a submissive lifestyle was all so new to me. I always knew that I needed to submit, needed to be dominated. I just never thought it was a normal exploration. I craved something deep inside of me. Just the thought of being told what to do, sexually or not, gave me shivers. And I'm not the dominant woman executive type, ruling the corporate world by day, needing a spanking by night. Nope, my whole day and night desired the rules. 24/7 I wanted to taste the release of giving myself to another. I knew that submission for me had to be a whole lifestyle to truly satisfy me. And this is not to say that I am not a stubborn forceful person on my own. I'm a Taurus, all I think about is how to get my way. The thing is that my way is to belong to another. This has always been quite the conundrum for me. But with Sire, I can freely explore my needs and desires. I awoke from my memory as my timer went off letting me know I had an hour and a half till Sire would be home. Planned procrastination. I had a routine. After I got home from class, I always knew exactly how much time I had to complete my chores. I always waited till the last minute. I don't know why, I couldn't seem to help it. In the meantime, I watched TV, chatted online, played video games, and occasionally sneaked a quickie with myself. Once again, a pang of guilt hit me. I was supposed to call and ask permission before masturbating. But he hadn't picked up the phone when I called before. Besides, I hated to have to ask that. And he knew it. I thought about that now. I always feel like I have two people in me. One wants and needs the domination; needs to be taught lessons through discipline. But the other fights it and tries her best to avoid it all. But both await the secret pleasure of the consequences. Sometimes I have to wonder if I push Sire. Am I subconsciously looking for ways to force him to punish me? 'Topping from the bottom' he called it. I don't mean to be manipulative, that's disrespectful of course. So why do I do things that I know are wrong? Maybe just to see if I can get away with it. I have to know. I sighed and looked at the clock. I had time if I hurried. I hopped out the bed, and went to the dresser with all the toys. I slowly opened a drawer, taking a mental note of where everything laid so I could return it without notice, and picked out my favorite: little dickie, a small bullet vibrator. Just looking in the drawer at all our toys excited me. The expectation of my upcoming orgasm made me grin. I jumped back on the bed, and wiggled out of my panties. I lay on my back, bent my legs, and spread my knees. I clicked on the tiny bullet vibrator, and smiled at the sweet sound of its humming. I placed the head of the bullet on the tip of my clit, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the task at hand; I didn't have too much time. I thought of my Sire licking my clit, playing with the tiny bud till it grew and twitched at his every breath. I spread my lips and raised the hood to expose her. I made tiny circles with the vibrator clockwise, and then counter. I dipped the tiny bullet into my pussy, and wiggled it around, then slid it out and resumed my circles around my clit. "Mmmmmmm," a moan escaped my lips. I slid my left hand under my shirt and squeezed my breasts. I caressed my soft caramel colored skin raising goosebumps. I gently flicked the small ring in my nipple and twisted it a little. I was getting close. Then suddenly a thought invaded my mind. I remembered all the literotica stories of careless subs getting caught masturbating. I opened my eyes. Everything was the same. No towering Sire glaring down at me from above, belt in hand. Though the clock did say I only had about 40 minutes left until his arrival. I quickly shut my eyes and continued my thoughts of Sire licking my clit, and I soon came. Whew, I felt so much better. I lay there enjoying the throbbing between my legs, and waited for my heartbeat to return to normal. Then, once again my feelings of guilt returned. I sat up and looked at the clock. I was really pushing things. My guilty feelings left as I thought of what Sire would do to me if he came home before I finished all my chores. I rolled out of bed, and went straight to the kitchen, where I ran the hot water, poured in the Dawn, and scrubbed as fast as I could. With that done I rushed to the living room and threw the pillows in place and picked up the magazines from the floor. I finished, and looked at the clock, I had just enough time to take a bath and wash my crime from between my legs. I ran to the bathroom and ran the water, got in the tub and started washing up. Then I heard something and instantly froze. Was that the door? Oh shit! Oh my God! Oh shit. "Girl!" he bellowed. I nearly broke my neck scrambling out of the tub. I ran out of the bathroom dripping wet with suds all over my body. He stood in the bedroom doorway; a wrapped gift in one hand, and a bouquet of wild flowers hanging down in the other hand. I stood there, staring at him. I didn't know what to do. An eternity passed. I watched his eyes. I saw sadness, disappointment and something else that I couldn't identify. Then I watched as his gaze turned to the bed askew with sheets and pillows. And finally his eyes went to the opposite side of the room to the open drawer of the dresser. I panicked and looked back at the bed at the vibrator half covered by a pillow. He followed my gaze and anger replaced the sad, disappointed look on his face. This all happened in a few seconds, but it all seemed to go in slow motion. I swear his eyes turned red. Should I run back into the bathroom and lock the door, till he had time to cool down? Yeah right. "Floor," he growled. He threw the flowers in the small trashcan, and set the gift on the dresser. I hesitated for a split second and then ran to kneel in front of him. I pushed my chest out, crossed my ankles, grabbed my right wrist behind my back, and lowered my head. I'm sure he could see me shaking. Should I apologize? Should I look up at him? He just stood there. Say something, I thought. I shivered as the cold air cooled the water on my body. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "You Sire," I replied. He stood there for another minute. My body continued to drip, I could feel droplets of water slide down my back and arms and watched a single drop quiver on the tip of my nipple, and fall onto the damp carpet below me. I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm so sorry, Sire," I started, "I didn't..." Then smack! He backhanded me so fast; I didn't even see it coming. I landed on all fours on the floor. He had never hit me like that before. I put my hand to my face and felt my stinging cheek, hot tears rolled down my face. I had screwed up big this time. I quickly sat up and got back into position. I wouldn't do anything else to fuel his rage. I cursed myself for speaking without his permission. How much deeper could I dig my hole? Damn. I waited again, silent. "Your procrastination has finally caught up to you, girl," he said. "Here I am, coming home early with flowers and a special gift for my girl, only to find her chores undone and her vibrator on the bed. Did I not specifically say that your chores are the first thing you must do when you get home?" Was I supposed to answer? I nodded slowly hoping that that was the right thing to do. "You left a dirty pan on the stove," he continued, "and you clearly didn't wipe off the table. It looks as if you rushed, girl." I gulped. "You know I'm not usually that picky about your straightening up, I could have let those things slide," he stated "but then I walk in here, and what do I find?" His tone lowers even more. Shit, I never know when to answer his questions. I think this one is rhetorical. He walks around slowly to stand behind me and snatches my hair yanking my head back. "Answer me, girl!" he growls. "Uh.... Er.... Bah.... The vibrator on your unmade bed, Sire?" I babble out quickly, barely being able to form the sentence. He lets go of my hair roughly pushing my head forward. I try to slow down my heavy breathing and calm down. I feel myself getting excited. I'm terrified, but I know I probably need what's coming. "What else?" he asks. I start to panic. What else? There's something else? I don't know. I dart my eyes back and forth, my mind spinning. "Let me help you!" he roars. He grabs the back of my neck and forces me easily to me feet. He leads me to the desk in the corner and pushes my face into my books. "Your Organic Chemistry book is in the EXACT spot it was when I left. Studying was definitely on your to do list. What the fuck? Were you going to lie to me, girl? You knew I would ask." I couldn't answer him. I started crying. "Don't start crying yet, there will be plenty of time for that later." I sucked back my sobs and tried to calm down. "Procrastination," he continued, "is a very bad habit. One I will break you of. Disobedience is something I will not tolerate. And lying, I thought I had cured you of this, but I guess your punishment has to be more severe tonight." He let me go. "Floor", he said again. I dropped to my knees in front of him and assumed my position. He took a deep breath and let it out in a deep sigh. "Do you always wait till the last minute to do your chores?" He asked. I nodded slowly. "Hmmm" he hummed thoughtfully. "I knew you were using the vibrator without my permission." How did he know that? I asked myself. "That was going to be addressed this weekend." He went on. "Since you're new to this life, I was going to go slow with you and take things gradually. But you're blatant disobedience has shown me that you require more......attention." He paused again. "And not studying. Girl, you have midterms next week. Since your lying punishment, have you told me lies about studying? I nodded. Have you told me lies about anything else?" I nodded again. "Tell me them now," he said slowly and menacingly. I didn't hesitate a moment. I needed to tell him, I needed him to know, I needed to be free of my guilt. "Every day when you come home and you ask me if I have been a good girl, and I say 'yes', most of the time I had used the vibrator." I started with that one, since he knew of it already and didn't seem particularly upset about it. Last week when my account went overdrawn, it wasn't 'cuase I had to put gas in the car; it was because I had bought a pair of sandals. But I didn't know it would..." He put his hand up silencing me. I can't believe I was trying to defend myself at a moment like this. "What else?" he asked coldly. "I don't study everyday like I have been saying," I continued, "I usually watch TV or chat online till I feel its time to start cleaning. That's it, that's all." He chuckled. Which surprised me, was he less angry than I thought? "Untill YOU feel its time to start" he repeated menacingly." Damn, bad choice of words. "I know you're new at this girl, but I thought we had that much straight. You no longer do things when YOU feel like it. You do them when I tell you to do them, and how I say to do them. Do you understand that?" I nodded. "Answer me, girl!" He roared. "Yes, Sire, I understand." I shivered He chuckled again. What the hell was so funny? I wondered. "Do you really understand? I have heard this answer before with you. Yet you continue showing what I believe to be: deliberate disobedience." He paused. Damn, was I supposed to agree? He sighed deeply. I continued my silence. "So," he started again, "you like to procrastinate? You like to put things off. You like to wait till later," he said thoughtfully. His new calm thoughtful state worried me a bit. "First you will receive your punishment for your lying and disobedience," he stated. He walked towards the dresser and tore open the package. He revealed a riding crop. "This could be used for pleasure", he stated, "I wanted you to enjoy your first taste, but you have ruined that. Tonight it will only bring you pain." I shivered as my stomach twisted into tight knots. "Bed" he commanded. I jumped up and crawled onto the bed. I lay on my stomach, ankles crossed and hands on the back of my neck. Last time I was in this position he had made my ass red and sore. I didn't have to wait long. He whacked me. "Yeouch!" It wasn't the hardest he had ever hit me, but I didn't get a warning at all. The first hit burned across my right ass cheek. I felt the heat spread from his blow across my body. He continued hitting me with the crop, alternating from ass cheeks, to thighs, and my back. His hits got more forceful after the first few. Whap! Whap! Whap! I had lost count. My body was on fire. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time I could feel myself getting wet. Again, that feeling that there is two of me. It was so damn painful; I could never ask for it. But I knew I needed it, even wanted it. Unlike me, my pussy didn't tell lies. She was throbbing and leaking as he continued his assault. I couldn't hold back anymore, I wailed into the pillow and squirmed underneath his blows. "Remember" whack! "This" whack! "Next" whack! "Time" whack! "You think about disobeying or lying to me." Whack, whack, whack! He stopped. Was I dead? The burning on my back, thighs and ass told me I was very much alive. I continued sobbing into the drenched pillow. I awoke later to the feel of him rubbing something cool onto my sores. "Uhhhh," I moaned. I had slept. I had probably passed out. I had a horrible headache, and oh my god, every spot that he had hit me screamed for mercy. Then suddenly the burning died to a numbing feeling. "Better?" he asked. I gave a slight nod, before slipping back into sleep. I woke up the next morning, stiff but only slightly sore. That stuff he rubbed on me worked magic. I rolled over to find Sire sleeping besides me fully dressed. He looked so somber. So different from the grinning, clever look he had when I met him months before on campus. He had been so wonderful, smart as hell. Smart about everything. He was in a Ph. D. program for genetic engineering. But that is not what attracted me to him. The thing that first caught me, and keeps me here now, was his knowledge about me. He KNEW me; absolutely. He knew what I feared, what I needed. And we both knew that I needed him. He read me like a book. And with patience and love, he began training me. Training me on how to be a better me. Training me on how to receive what he had to offer me. I watched him sleep, watched his chest rise and fall. I had been failing him. I hadn't been doing my part, yet he was doing his. I had to try harder. I never wanted to feel this feeling again. The guilt, the pain. I loved him. I snuggled closer to him and wrapped an arm around him. He awoke and smiled at me. "You ok?" he asked. I could only nod. I wasn't really ok, I had so much to make up for. I wouldn't fail him again; I wouldn't make him have to do this to me again. "I'm sorry," I said simply. There was nothing else to say. "I know," he said, "go wash up". I arose slowly and walked to the bathroom. I let the cold still water from the previous night out of the tub, and refilled it with hot water. I slipped in the tub and let out a deep sigh. I never thought I could take a beating like that. He told me he would push me. This wasn't what I had had in mind. But I had learned my lesson. Or so I had thought. After my bath, I slipped into my silk robe, enjoying its softness on my skin. I sat with my legs spread at my desk and opened my Organic Chemistry book. I was so horny. I found myself thinking of the dull pain of my body, and was surprised to realize I enjoyed it. I could feel my excitement growing. And again I let out a deep sigh. Where was Sire? I got up and walked to the kitchen. He had made me breakfast. My favorite: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and toast with strawberry jelly. I grinned and sat in the seat he offered me. He sat at the table with me and we ate and talked casually about how our classes were going as if nothing had happened last night. And soon I was chattering and teasing him like normal. God I was glad that was over. I stood, grabbed his hand, pulled him to his feet and tried to lead him towards the bedroom. He stopped short, "you need to do the dishes first," he said carelessly. "Oh come on, I'll do them later, I promise," I replied. I hadn't even thought about my words, not until they had left my mouth. Not until it was too late. He grew stiff, and narrowed his eyes at me. And I swear the room darkened. "I never did punish you for your procrastination," he stated. Before I could blink, he grabbed me around my waist and carried me to the bedroom. He flung me to the bed onto my back. My robe flew open and I could only lay there and wait for a command. His dark eyes glared violently at me. He was looking me up and down. I knew he liked what he saw. My legs and arms sprawled in every direction twisted in my robe; my breast rising and falling as I took in deep breaths of air; my face showing a mixture of fear and desire. He slipped off his belt, and I cursed myself for my bad habits and stupid tongue. I couldn't take anymore beating. I just couldn't. He dropped the belt onto the floor and unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall from his shoulders. What was he doing? I couldn't read his face. Would I get what I wanted? Would I get my pleasure? Would he make me cum? I was so confused, a second ago, I thought he was angry with me. Now it looked like he was going to fuck me like I originally wanted. He continued stripping until he was naked. He was a chocolate God. I never tired of his body. I smiled inwardly as I took in his broad shoulders and long torso. He walked to the bed, grabbed my legs, and yanked me to the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of me, spread my legs, leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my pussy. "Aaahhhhh," I sighed. This is what she had been waiting for. My pussy throbbed to the beat of my heart. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Nobody could eat my pussy like him. He pushed the hood back with his lips and slashed at my clit with his tongue. He licked it up and down, around in circles, I could barely lay still. He pushed his tongue into my pussy, then slid it up back to my clit. He worked it just right. I could feel my orgasm rising. I was breathing deeply. I grabbed at my breasts and massaged them; pulling and twisting the rings on my nipples. I was so close. Then he stopped, he sat up. What the hell? I thought. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, I'm just going to finish later," he replied. Procrastination My jaw dropped open. Realization dawned on me. I waited a moment to see if he was playing a sick joke on me. He was straight faced and far from joking. He stood up, leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up off the bed. He led me to the desk and sat me down. I blinked at the diagrams of atoms in the book. Was he really going to deny me an orgasm? Damn, my pussy was throbbing. I needed to cum, like I needed water or oxygen. Damn. I looked at his hard dick. He wasn't even going to fuck me? I knew he wanted to. I knew he was denying me pleasure to punish me. But in doing so, he was denying himself pleasure too. I was flooded with shame and amazement. He was so strong in so many ways. I just wanted to cum, that's all my mind was on. There was nothing I could do. I wouldn't masturbate ever again without his permission. He stood there till I picked up my pencil and started scribbling notes into my notebook. I was studying, on a Saturday morning! Morning! He left me there, walked to the living room, and turned on cartoons. We always watched Saturday morning cartoons together. Snuggled on the couch together, he would play with my nipples as we laughed together at the TV. I sat at the desk, hornier than I had ever been in my life, and heard him laugh, without me. I was crushed, but it was my own fault. 'Finish later', I thought to myself. I grinned. He always knew how to teach me a lesson. I needed to write about my experience so I could refer back to it. But I would do that later. Procrastination Spanking Standing in her shame corner wearing her knee-length sky blue summer sundress my naughty wife, Melissa, is being punished. I am sitting comfortably in the living room reading my newspaper glancing casually over the top edge at Melissa, making sure she stands perfectly still, nose touching the wall. 'Melissa Elizabeth raise your sundress nice and high for me,' I say. I can hear Melissa groan knowing this will cause her more embarrassment. Even though she is 44 years old; on occasion, I feel that treating her, as if she were a child is the only way to get my point across. Her short sundress makes its way up her legs exposing her suntanned legs. I can see where the tan line ends at the bottom of her white panties. She decides to stop the ascent of her skirt at the bottom leg band of her panty knowing this will not be acceptable to me, but doing it anyway to avoid embarrassment. Standing I slowly I walk over to her spot in the corner. I grasp the hem of her skirt and lift it clear of her upper thighs. Two quick SWATS to each of her upper thighs right at her panty line causes her to jump and squeal. 'Now lift her skirt where it belongs, young lady,' I command. 'No more nonsense out of you.' I can see two red palm prints glowing from her tanned thighs. Just as slowly I walk back to my easy chair and sit down. As I sit her sundress is already bunched at her waist. Her white full-cut cotton panties are now fully on display. I can hear a quiet sob escape from her throat. I make her wear little girl panties so she will remember that she can be disciplined like a little girl no matter what her age. She has begged me to let her wear fancy grown up undies; however, only on special occasions is this allowed. I even pick out her panties daily, not that there is much difference in the little girl white cotton panties. Some have flowers or balloons as a decoration, but all are white cotton full cut and tight around her buttocks. 'Lower your panties Missy make sure they are at her knees and turned inside out,' I tell her. 'Yes Sir, ' I hear her say quietly. Taking her thumbs she inserts them into the wide waistband of her panties lowering them slowly over her hips turning them inside out. Her firm backside slowly comes into view. The creamy white skin is in stark contrast to her nicely tanned legs. I watch as her panties lower to her knees and stop. She spreads her legs, so they will not slip any further down knowing I will spank her if they do fall. Noticing that she has tightened her bottom cheeks, I once again stand and walk over to her. I remove a coin from my pocket and place it against the wall, making her place her nose on the coin. I order her to tuck her toes inward, so that her buttocks must relax. I feel her bottom with my right palm to make sure it is relaxed feeling the tautness leave her cheeks. Her nose is flat against the wall with her toes turned in and her panties stretched tight. It forces her to lean forward and push out her backside towards the center of the room. 'Now stand there and don't dare move until I allow you. You should know that I want your bottom cheeks relaxed when you are in your shame corner, young lady,' I say. I hear you sobbing wishing you had not waited until the last minute to pay the credit card bills causing a late charge to be added to the bill. I have told her repeatedly about her procrastination. I have lectured, scolded and even have taken some of her privileges away from her. It seems to go in one ear and out the other, as the next time she again waits until the final moment before doing some assignment she does not enjoy. I look at my watch and realize it has been 15 minutes. I have things to do tonight so I feel it is time to get this over. 'Okay Missy into the center of the room and keep your skirt bunched at your waist,' I order. I hear her mumble, 'Yes Sir.' She takes the coin from the wall turning to face me. Placing the coin on the nearest table she waddles slowly to the center of the living room not wanting her white panties to drop below her knees. I can now see her naked front. She is mortified to be standing in this manner in our living room. Her grown up sundress bunched carefully above her waist, legs spread to insure that her under-things stay at her knees. I walk over to you dominating you with my presence. I inspect you carefully walking in a complete circle around you. I lift your skirt just a bit feeling your firm buttocks, and finally inspecting the sweet sex spot, which is shaved bare. I rub my fingers over your pussy lips feeling how smooth it is from being shaved. I do not allow any pubic hair to grow in this area, as a reminder that she still can be treated as a child. Her sex spot is wet, as my finger feels her lips. I take my finger and bring it to her mouth allowing her to suckle her own juices. She moans as she sucks my finger. I allow her to follow me to the dining room with her mouth still sucking contently. As I sit on the nearest dinning room chair, I remove my finger from her mouth. She stands obediently at my right side skirt still bunched and panties at her knees. I look at her and nod. Her eyes start to water, as she realizes it is now time for her spanking. She stretches her hands in front and bends at the waist climbing carefully over my lap. Her skirt rises as I flip it high onto her back. Her legs are to my right and she has remembered to keep her legs straight and on her toes. Her head almost touches the ground on my left side. I lower her panties to her ankles so she is now bare from shoulder blade to her ankles. I can see her bare buttocks start to twitch in anticipation of my palm. 'Now young lady I do not want any more procrastination from you, Is that clear?' I scold. Not waiting for an answer I raise my right arm whacking you fully across both globes. WHACK! Owwwww! I hear you cry. I spank her backside on one cheek than the other over and over. I can feel her jump on my lap, as my palm delivers several spanks in a row. 'No more nonsense from you Missy,' I say loudly over her sobbing. I then start on the thighs right at the crease. I spank one leg than the other until each thigh was a bright cherry red. Lower and lower I go until I reach the top of her knees and than back up the other side. The back of her legs are now bright red and anyone who sees them would know she had just been spanked. She will not be wearing a swim-suit or shorts for several days. 'Are you going to behave Missy,' I say as I continue to spank you. I hear you cry 'Yes Sir,' through her tears. After landing 4 more solid spanks on her firm round cheeks, I finally stop. I allow you to stand. Your face is tear stained from the tanning. I watch as you do your spanking dance trying to rub the sting out of your bottom, not realizing how foolish you look. Finally after a few minutes, I tell you to stop and hold you close to me. 'No more procrastination Melissa. You may go upstairs,' you know what that means and gladly follow my orders for her 'make-up' session.