“Ugh,” she cringed. “This really isn’t necessary, Sir.”
“Shut up,” he answered as he sat on the bed beside her restrained body and ran his fingers along her thigh from knee to hip.
“Aren’t there better ways to punish me?” she asked.
“Not really,” he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You love all the other things I could do to you, and you don’t respond well to being ignored.”
“You could make me write lines.”
“I could,” he leaned down and sank his teeth into her fleshy inner thigh. She moaned and strained against the rope.
“Please,” she begged, her face horrified as he lay on his belly between her legs. “Please, not this. I’m sorry I fucked up, Sir.”
“Shut up,” he growled, as his mouth made its way toward the source of her dismay.
“But, Sir, you’ll get tired of it and I’ll feel bad. It takes too long this way. At least let me go wash up. I just feel so….,” She didn’t get to finish before he stuffed her discarded panties into her mouth then returned to his previous position.
“I said shut up. You earned this punishment. Now relax and take it like the good little slut you know you can be and maybe I’ll feed you my cock later.”
He’d finally found a punishment he loved to administer that she hated to receive.