I really left him no choice. He had to punish me. He caught me red handed, flirting with all the boys, dragging them into the lingerie shops and modeling things for them. I tried to apologize, but it was far too late for that. My hands were bound in front of me and then hung from a hook above my head. He had been planning my punishment for a while and had everything ready. He looked at me as he slapped my ass hard, telling me what a little slut I’ve been. He continued to spank me hard, counting each slap. His hand connected harder each time. I begged him to stop, to please forgive me, promising him anything. He smirked at me and told me that he would have exactly what he wanted. He moved down on his knees behind me. He spanked again, but this time added a lick to my pussy. He spread my legs wide, my feet coming off the floor. Instead of begging him to stop, I was now begging him to cum. He plunged three fingers into my pussy and commanded me to cum on his fingers. I came everywhere, my pussy dripping down my legs onto the floor. When he finally shoved his cock in deep, my usually gentle lover used my body for his pleasure only. He pounded me hard, the ropes cutting into my wrists, my arms bearing the weight. When he was ready to cum, he reached up and untied my wrists, dropping me to the floor on my knees. He grabbed my hair and ordered me to open my mouth, shoving his cock deep has his hot cum shot down my throat. He commanded me to swallow every drop, but that was unnecessary. My hungry mouth sucked at his dick, taking his entire load. Once he was sated, he grabbed my arms and lifted me up, caressing my face. “Why do you make me hurt you?” he asked gently. He took me into his arms and carried me upstairs. My gentle lover had returned, but I knew it was only a matter of time when I saw the other side again.
