The door opened slowly and there Rich stood. He entered, shut the door, glanced around the room and then looked Amelia up and down the full length of her naked, hanging body. “You have been a VERY BAD girl, haven’t you?” he grumbled as he strode a slow circle around her.
“No, Sir. I haven’t. I promise.” She pleaded with a look of bewilderment across her face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not only have you behaved badly, but now you are a liar too, aren’t you?” his tone becoming harsher still.
“NO SIR! I don’t understand Sir. I have been good and I wouldn’t lie to you, Sir.” Her words were pleading and panicked as she twisted in the cuffs trying to follow his face as he continued to circle her.
“Lying Little Slut! You lying Bitch! You are going to MAKE me punish you, aren’t you? You HAVE been bad and you HAVE lied. Here’s the proof!” Rich snatched up the little vibrating toy from on top of her neatly arranged clothing, and thrust it up to her face. “Didn’t I tell you NOT to take this out? And you did! That makes you a bad girl and not admitting to it makes you a liar. Now, hush yourself, and accept your punishment.” Rich reached behind a small pile of boxes and retrieved a short, black, leather riding crop and wrapped the strap around his wrist, securing the handle firmly in his grip.
“No, Sir,” she quietly pleaded. SWACK! As a stinging bite of the crop crossed the back of her thighs. Through her gasp, “I didn’t do it!” SWACK! Another blow landed across her ass. Through another gasp and muffled whimper, “Professor, he took it out Sir.” SWACK! Across her reddened ass again.
“I know he did,” Rich whispered as a smile grew across his face and he gently placed the crop and toy on top of her clothes.
“Then why did you punish me?” Amelia softly inquired.
Rich sauntered up in front of her, pressed his body firmly against hers, wrapped one hand around her waist and drew her closer. His other hand seized the hair at the nape of her neck and he passionately kissed her. He kissed her hard. His tongue plunged in and out of her responding mouth, twisting and turning like it was seeking the only thing it needed to survive. He gently pulled his face away from hers and looked deeply into her wanton eyes. With barely enough volume to even be heard, he whispered, “Because you wanted me to. And here is the glorious proof.” He released his hand from her waist and slid it down her belly to her soft mound, where his fingers found her slit, glided inside and lingered where all her juices were freely flowing. With a satisfied smile across his lips, he lifted his dripping wet fingers to her face. Amelia gazed at his shining fingertips for a moment, and then raised her head to lock eyes with Richard. Without breaking their dark and desiring stare, she slowly leaned her head forward and took his fingers down her throat, sucking them clean as she slowly pulled her head back.
“Thank you, Sir. You knew exactly what I needed.” He softly kissed her on the lips, gathered an armload of wood and walked out of the wood room.
To be continued…