When She Was Bad

Nora's tongue swirled around the head of Master's very hard cock while her hand stroked the shaft slowly. His hands tangled themselves in her hair. She was wearing sweatpants and a T shirt, having intended to go out to the gym. But when she asked his permission to go, he replied that he had another workout idea for her. She shortly found herself kneeling in front of his easy chair in the living room working his manhood with her mouth. As he started to groan and flex the muscles in his arms and she started to take him deeply into her throat, the unthinkable happened - she gagged on his cock. She forced her head backwards and coughed just at the exact moment that his cock erupted. His first spurt hit her square on her nose, sending splatters of his seed flying in all directions. His groan of pleasure morphed into a disappointed sound. Her eyes opened wide and she dove back down, taking his cock deeply into her throat as he continued to pulse. She swallowed the rest of his sperm and licked his cock clean. She had done her best to recover gracefully, but she was horrified. She felt like an Olympic gymnast who had just flubbed the dismount. He picked up her chin and almanbahis looked into her eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked. She melted a little inside. She had just ruined his orgasm, and his first concern was her well-being. She averted her eyes - she simply couldn't look at him. "Yes, Master. I have no excuse. I'm sorry." "Did you do it on purpose?" She knew from experience what he was up to. He didn't punish her for making honest mistakes. But for her whether the mistake was honest or not, the guilt was the same. She knew that she needed his punishment to assuage the guilt, and so, at least in her mind, she turned the question around. "Yes, Master. I need to be punished." He picked her chin up again and asked incredulously, "You mean to tell me that you intentionally ruined my orgasm by spitting my cock out? I can't possibly believe that. Tell me the truth, Nora." His gaze was intense. "No, Master. But I still feel guilty." He understood. He didn't feel a need to punish her, but she felt guilty. This wasn't really going to be about him. He needed to wrench the guilt out of her and shred it in no uncertain terms. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in. She was almanbahis yeni giriş still kneeling in front of him. He grabbed a hank of her hair from the back of her head and hissed, "Stand up." She suppressed a gasp and struggled to her feet. He stepped closer, still holding her hair and using it to steer her face towards his gaze. He brought a finger up slowly to her nose and wiped his semen off of it. He moved his finger away and held it in front of her eyes briefly, then slowly moved it down towards her mouth. She blushed and again, averted her eyes in shame. He twisted the hank of hair, which forced a gasp out of her lips. When her mouth opened, he stuck his damp finger into it. She closed her lips around his finger and lovingly cleaned it with her tongue, exactly how she knew he expected to treat his cock. She opened her eyes and looked back into his again. "Strip. Now." He released her hair as he spoke and folded his arms. She blushed and pulled her T shirt up over her head. She folded it carefully and set it on the chair. She did the same with her sports bra, freeing her perky breasts. She tossed the bra on top of her shirt. She kicked her shoes almanbahis giriş off and pushed them over by the chair, and then reached for the waist of her sweat pants and pulled them and her panties down to her ankles. While she was bent over, she took off each sock, and then pulled each foot out of the pants. She grabbed the socks and pulled them and her panties out of her pants and tossed them on the chair. Finally, she folded her pants and tossed them on top of the pile. She finished by putting her hands behind her back and looked into his eyes, waiting for further instructions. "Now, turn around. I want an elbow on each arm of the chair." She gulped and turned around and assumed the position as he asked. "Move your feet apart." She shuffled her feet apart until they were not quite as wide as the chair. "Pick your head up. I want you to keep your eyes on that spot." As he said that, he pointed to a spot on the wall in front of her about six feet off the floor. She craned her neck up as far as she could. "Now, don't move, Nora." She shuddered, but held her place. She heard him rustle behind her. She could tell he was removing his belt from his pants. After a moment, she felt the belt tap her ass a couple of times. An instant later, she was surprised by the first stroke. Her eyes flew open and she cried out in pain. He didn't give her time to recover before he strapped her a second time.