Celebrating her return

I picture a girl, back in the city after staying at home with her family for several weeks. Her boyfriend – much older – books a posh restaurant and hotel suite, so they can celebrate her return.

She dresses provocatively, wanting his eyes on her after so long. Senses the waiters mentally undressing her; loves it; knows he loves it too. Knows that the cute, smiling girls behind reception are in no doubt, as they walk past hand-in-hand towards the lift, as to what they will be up to just moments later.

Strips. Then, suddenly, panics. Prays that she can keep his attention, can distract him from other ideas, by kneeling and sucking him,,then lying on her back on the bed, stretching out her wrists for him to press down hard, and begging him to cum in her.

Knowing, though, that he would want to turn her over. To have her on her knees so he could thrust into her from behind. That, after time apart, he would want to use her arse.

Knowing that when he did so, he would inevitably see the marks of the belt buckle, left when she had been sent from the family dinner table in disgrace two nights before for her disrespectful attitude – and, after the longest hour ever waiting in her room, soundly whipped… And knowing that he too would then take off his belt, and add his own lesson to her father’s.

One thought on “Celebrating her return

  • 24 December, 2014 at 8:16 pm
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    Mmm… belt buckle posts… :-)

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