BDSM Stories

“Skirt up, panties down,” he said. I bit my lip again, which I tend to do when I am nervous. Why was I nervous? I’d been spanked before, and recently as he well knew. Why is this time different, I asked myself. I had no answer, but it just was.

I pull away and rub my chin with my fingers. “But there is that other matter. I can’t quite let that slide. You know the rules.” You nod. “What should I do about that? You know better than to touch without permission. So, what should I do?” … You reach over and take your belt off the counter and hold it out to me. Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Punish me.” I can see the veiled excitement in your eyes. You add one word, barely audible. “Please.”