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Title: Coming Home From School
Author: Jayden McZimmer
Contact email: longboarder24@gmail.com
Codes: F/f, D/s, spanking
Copyright 2008 by the author
Synopsis: A brat is taught a lesson.
I come home from class and go into the bedroom. You are sitting on the bed with your laptop. Entering the room, I grin at you and drop my backpack to the floor.
“How was your day?” you ask me.
I take off my button downed purple shirt and throw it next to you on the bed. “It would have been better if I had been able to touch my wet slut pussy, Morgan.”I reply with a bit of resentment.
“But I bet it was nice thinking about how much you want to touch yourself.”
“You know it.” I smile back at you. Walking to your side of the bed, I give you a quick kiss on the cheek.
Staying next to you, I bend over and untie my shoes, making sure to give you a nice view of my ass and my back.
You run your hand over my spine. The gentle touch sends shivers through my body. I unbutton my shorts and turn around letting you see my boxers underneath. You are smiling and I see your finger twitch. I know that you want to reach out and touch me but you hold yourself from doing so.
Pulling my shorts down, my boxers come half off with them. “Oops” I say with a blush.
“Are you sure you didn’t plan that?” you ask with a laugh.
Not answering, I pull the boxers up over my mound and ass. I just love it when you make me wear boxers in place of panties. It is amazing how free and very naughty I feel.
Shaking my ass a little at you, I glance at you over my shoulder and see the smile on your face. You let out a moan.
“What are you moaning at?” Twirling my curly hair and trying to look innocent, I say, “I’m just changing clothes. That’s all.” I can’t help my smile from getting huge and bratty.
You get up and sit on the edge of the bed. “That’s enough of your mouth, missy. I want you in the position you practiced.”
Putting my hands on my knees, I bend my head down. You call this the punishment position and I’ve had to get into it for fifteen minutes each day. The position puts my ass right in front of you. It is in the perfect position for you to touch and you do so.
You rub it, pinch it and caress it. When you slide your hand through the bottom of my shorts and feel my bare skin, I moan. Pinching my bare ass harder, I squeal.
Removing your hand, you ask, “Do you think you deserve a spanking Rosalie?”.
“No. Not at all, Morgan.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” Without another word, you lay a hard spank right over my ass.
“Oh,” I moan. It hurts but, thank God, I have my boxers on.
“I know what your thinking, Rosalie and that’s why I spanked you with your boxes on. You were a bad girl, teasing your Mistress like this. Although I liked it, it was still naughty. Do you understand, Rose?”
“No, Mistress, I don’t. I was just undressing.” I answer you with a smile that you can’t see.
“Ah, someone is being difficult tonight. I like my brat but brats get spanked. Don’t they, Rose?”
“Yes. Yes they do, Mistress.”
“Now, I want you to pull those cute boxers down and let me see your sexy ass and wet pussy.”
Grabbing the waistband, I quickly pull them down to the bottom of my ass. I don’t dare take them off further until you tell me to do so.
You run both your hands over my cheeks, then one hand trails lower. With a wet smack, you hit my pussy.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“That’s right, my girl, I know how much you ache to come, but naughty girls don’t get that privilege.
“Yes, Mistress,” I reply.
You start spanking my right cheek, starting off hard and getting softer and softer. You give me a second break and then start soft and work your way up to delivering smacks that are rocking my entire body.
“What do you have to say for yourself pet?”
“Oh, uh, thanks for spanking me, I guess.”
Laying a spank right on my pussy you ask, “What was that again pet? I didn't hear you.”
“Thank you, Mistress, for spanking this brat’s ass.” I say while gritting my teeth.
“Much better,” you coo into my ear as you caress my reddened skin.
“Please touch me. I want to come.” I beg.
You stop stroking and spank me several more time. “Why should I? Why do you deserve relief?”
“You’ve made me so hot with your hands touching my ass and pussy.” I push my ass back into the blows and moan from a particularly hard one. “I know I’m a brat but I’m your brat.”
“I know you are. I love that you’re my brat. But, you haven’t earned the right to come yet.” Your hand slides between my legs and I cry out. “Yes, that’s right. I am touching your pussy and not to bring you off but because it gives me pleasure.” You state proudly.
You start to finger my pussy and touch my ass. I feel like such an animal, bent over, with my ass in the air with your fingers inside my juicy hole. “I love it,” I pant. “Please let me come Mistress.”
You pay me no mind, you just enjoy the sight of me bent over with your hand prints on my ass. “Such a pretty visual,” you murmur as your hands move so knowledgeable on my body.
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