Adult Blogs - Bad Girl! - Sex Toys in a Basket 2nd Edition - Part I
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Viper's Tongue
You’ve been bad… you knew it even before you acted. You knew you shouldn’t have done it but you just couldn’t seem to stop yourself.
Why do you always do that? You think before you act but then decide to do it anyway, regardless of the consequences, regardless of the risks, regardless of the worry it causes those who love you.
Regardless of me. Because I love you more than life, more than anyone or anything. But that doesn’t matter to you at times like this, does it? Not really…
Well, you’ve crossed the line for the last time and tonight you are going to find out that I meant what I said. I meant it each and every time I threatened and warned and begged and pleaded and cajoled. Isn’t it funny how each and every time I knew in my gut that you were still going to be bad? Well, you can plainly see that no one is laughing now.
In fact, in just a few minutes, I can promise you that smirk on your face will be replaced with tears. The tables are turned now, aren’t they, my precious? Very, very soon you will be begging and pleading and cajoling me. But your words will fall on deaf ears, just as you have ignored my pleas for far too long. Tonight everything changes.
Lower your head in shame, my naughty precious, for you do not deserve to look at me. Not until after this is all said and done and your debt to me is paid in full. Come here and hold your arms up over your head as I unzip your skirt and pull your blouse off over your head. Do not say a word. Not until this is done. Not one word.
You may nod that you understand what I am saying and that you know what is about to happen. That is all. Nothing more. Keep your arms up now as I reach behind you and unclasp your bra, sliding it quickly off your full breasts, leaving you shivering in just your panties. Are your goose bumps from nervous anticipation or the evening chill or maybe a little of both. Don’t answer that… it was, of course, a rhetorical question.
Keep those arms up as I hook my fingers into the waistband of your skimpy little panties and in one smooth motion pull them down off your hips and watch with satisfaction as they fall at your feet. The time of your reckoning is at hand, my bad, bad precious love.
Step out of those panties now and go to the corner. Put your nose against the wall and your hands on the walls on either side of you, above your head. Spread your legs as far apart as you can manage, so each foot is touching the wall closest to it. Now, girl, stick your ass out as far as you can.
Are you wet, my naughty, naughty girl? I whisper low in your ear and my hot breath sends shivers down your spine. I can’t help but smile to myself again. I am going to enjoy this night, very, very much. By the time I am done, you will be one very contrite and sorry young lady. But I will finally possess your soul, take my rightful place in your heart. And you will never, ever disobey me again without being very, very sure of what will await you when you come home.
OK, precious, here is how it is going to work. You are going to spend the next 20 minutes in this corner, nose to the wall. If you move out of this position or dare to turn around, or if your nose comes away from the wall, your punishment will be doubled. ALL of your punishment will be doubled. Do you understand? Good. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I have a few surprises for you tonight, my precious.
As I wandered out of the bedroom and headed toward the hall closet, I smiled from ear-to-ear in anticipation of the night to come. My poor darling precious. She has no idea what is about to happen to her, or with what. I reach up to the top shelf and pull down the unopened parcel waiting there. Time to get down to business. I grab a knife from the kitchen and head silently back to the bedroom.
I’m pleasantly surprised to see that my precious has obeyed my orders and is standing exactly as I left her. I enter the room silently and admire the view from behind my lover… her alabaster cheeks and supple flesh, the slight tremble running through her body, accompanied by a slight sniffling sound. Could she really be crying? Tears of contrition or tears of fear? I wondered as I set the package on the bed and told her to turn around and come to me with her eyes lowered. To be continued...
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