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First, leave a note on the bed before you leave for work, telling me what to wear. I'll find it on your pillow when I wake up, and smile when I realize you've chosen the pleated pink miniskirt, a white baby doll T-shirt and those bottom-hugging white panties that you bought me for my birthday, three to a package.
Suggest, in your carefully crafted scrawl, that I wear heels. I'll know that you mean my three-inch high strappy black sandals, the ones that let you see my toes. In your PS, tell me that you'll be home at three, and that I'd better be ready.
Be late. At 2.30, I will parade around the house in my skirt and heels, my nipples popping through my baby doll T. By 2.45, I'll get into position as instructed, bent over the kitchen table, my hands and elbows pressed against the wood, my ass in the air, just barely covered by my skirt and panties.
By 3.00, I'll still be in position, anticipating your arrival with tingling nipples and tingling cunt. At 3.15, I'll notice the cramp in my right calf, the way that my hands are sweaty on the wood, the fact that the crevice of my underwear is soaked and sticking to my newly shaved skin.
By 3.30, when you still aren't home, I'll convince myself I can't stand it any longer, that you're not coming, that I'm going to go back and put on sweats just to spite you. I'll consider masturbating, just to relieve the ache that's building up inside me.
56 Walk in the door at four o'clock, just as I'm about to give up, just as the heat in my panties has grown cold, just as I don't think I can stand it any longer. Step up behind me. When I turn my head to look at you over my shoulder, when I open my mouth to say something nasty about the fact that you're late, say, "Face forward."Say, "Don't speak." Correct my position without saying a word.
Straighten my hands on the wood and make sure my head is down on the table, then push my feet farther apart with your leg. Do it roughly. Flip the short skirt up over my ass, then rub your hands across the panties. Find the wet spot and dig your finger in, tease it there until I lift my ass higher in the air, already begging for it, moaning into the table. Tell me to be quiet. Tell me that I am not allowed to make a sound until you say so. Stand to the left of me, and reach under my T-shirt and tweak my nipples, first one, then the other.
With your other hand, return to rubbing the wet spot in my panties. Realise I am panting and pushing my ass toward your hand, trying to catch as much of your flesh as possible against my skin. Say, "Don’t move." Then flick my clit through the material until I am bucking and bucking, unable to keep still. Let your hand swat my butt cheek, just once, a swift stroke that catches the fleshy part of my ass and makes my head spin. When I cry out, do it again, and again.
Threaten to tear off my panties and spank me naked. Tell me what a bad girl I am for wanting it so much. Wait until I’m panting, begging, sticking my ass toward you again and again, wait until I’m so wet I’m dripping into your hand, and then back off. Make yourself a cup of coffee. Stand back and stare at my ass – positioned like two half-peaches in the air, barely covered by my dripping wet panties, just waiting for you. Sip your coffee while you ease the white fabric down over the cheeks of my ass without touching my skin. Get undressed. Do it slowly, so I can hear every button, every zipper, every slide of fabric over your skin.
Press your skin against 57 mine, hold my cheeks in your hand, first one then the other. Feel their juice, their heft. Moan. Tease my bare slit with your fingers. Keep doing it until I beg. Enter me with your fingers, first one, then two, three. Slide them inside me over and over until I’m fucking your hand, legs spread wide before you, my grunts and moans covering the sound of you fucking me. This is your cue – slap the fleshy part of my ass with your palm. Alternate. Repeat. See the blush growing across my cheeks? This same redness is on my face too – excitement, shame, joy.
Pay attention as you spank me. Note the change in pitch when I moan, the way I toss my head back, just a little, each time your hand slaps my ass. I’m about to come. Stop. Step back and pick up the belt that’s draped over the back of the chair. Run the leather through my wet crack and across my clit, until you feel me shiver, until I arch my back, begging for it. Tell me you’ll let me have it if I touch myself. Wait until I take my hand off the table, press it between my legs, look back over my shoulder at you, begging.
Take the end of the belt and slap it, soft, against my ass. So that it makes a noise, but doesn’t hurt too much yet. Let me know there’s more where that came from. Ask me if I want it. When I whisper yes, slap me a little harder and ask me again. When I say yes, slap the other side and ask me again and again, until I’m grunting please, yes please, yes, yes, yes, until my flesh is warm and red beneath your hand, until the sound of the belt against my ass is so loud, so much louder than my own voice as I arch and quiver and come. Wait until I am able to breathe again, until I can back away from the table, then hug me against you so I will not fall. Tell me how much you love to make me come. Tell me that it’s my turn to be on top tomorrow.
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