To Sir, With Lust: Part 5

Category Series
By Eva Monroe
Time 14 minutes

As soon as I woke up, I knew I was in trouble. The small thud of my hangover brought unfortunate memories rushing in. I hadn’t really sent that text, had I? Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I saw your reply waiting for me.

        Let me know when you’re awake.

Fuck.

I replied immediately.

        I am so sorry, sir.

I hadn’t even looked back at what I’d written, but I knew it wasn’t good. My phone promptly chimed with your instruction.

        Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right over.

Oh, god. That can’t be good. With shaking fingers, I scrolled up to see my ranting text to you from the night before. What had come over me? Chastising you for dropping me off at the hotel? And pouting because you left me to spend the night on my own? I knew better than that. And with each angry, spiteful word I read, I also knew just how much punishment was headed my way.

The least I could do was be ready for you. Jumping out of bed, I scurried to the bathroom. I relieved myself and brushed my teeth, flossing because you insisted, and finger-combing my hair so it would still have the rumpled, slept-on look that you preferred. I didn’t dare change out of what I’d slept in because you always knew, somehow, when I tried to change my attire to please you. You’d be happier knowing I’d stripped down to my bra, panties, and tank top last night before falling into bed, exhausted and petulant. Like a spoiled brat.

Fuck. I was in so much trouble.

I went and sat on the bed, hands clasped in my lap. The waiting made me crazy. My mind was swirling with the things you might do to me, but I knew better than to try and anticipate. No two punishments were ever alike, especially when I’d misbehaved so egregiously. In spite of my nerves, my body was fluid with apprehension, and the dampness between my legs had already begun to betray me, giving away how eager I was to be put in my place, to apologize to you, and make it up to you however you deemed fit.

The sharp knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself as I stood, moving to the door to let you in.

When I saw your face, I almost fell at your feet. Your striking, handsome features showed clear disappointment in me. I didn’t dare do anything without your permission, other than lower my eyes to demonstrate my willingness to repent. I felt so small next to you in my bare feet, your muscular figure towering over me. You cleared your throat.

“Well?”
“Yes, sir?”
“What exactly is this?”

I looked up to see you holding your phone, which displayed the offending text. I flinched in embarrassment.

“It’s a text.” My voice barely squeaked out of me.
“You’re forgetting something.”

Shit. I had never heard you so steely and quiet before.

“It’s a text, sir.”
“From?”
“From me, sir.” I mumbled.
“That’s right. Do I need to read it to you?”

I forgot myself, clutching at your shirt.

“No, please! Please, I’m so sorry--”

With only a look, you silenced me. I let go of your shirt and stepped back, lowering my eyes again. You were silent for a few moments. I thought I heard a maid go by with the cleaning cart, but I didn’t look up. I knew all I could do was wait, no matter who passed by to see me standing there, barely dressed.

“It seems you’ve forgotten your place.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You need to be reminded of who you are to me, and who I am to you. A lesson like that can be hard to learn, so your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”

I heard a few giggling voices pass by. They sounded like young women, but I couldn’t make out their whispers. It seemed my punishment had already begun.

“I’m being punished for my insolence, sir.”
“Very good. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees. I want to watch you crawl back to the bed.”

I did as I was told. I’d barely crawled forward when your voice commanded me to stop. I obeyed instantly, and after a moment I heard you close the door. You’d decided you wanted me to yourself, for now.

Waiting patiently, I felt your eyes examine my lush body. With a start, I felt you grab my panties and pull them up between my ample ass cheeks, exposing my porcelain skin. I half-expected a sharp smack, but that would be too easy, too immediate.

“On second thought,” you rumbled, “crawl all the way to the corner. You’re going to stand there for a while to think about what you’ve done.”

Crawling across the room, I felt the all too familiar sensations of embarrassment and desire coursing through my veins. As I reached the corner, I waited, like a good girl, for the order to stand. When it was given, I obeyed at once, and you rewarded me by grabbing my tits from behind, squeezing and pinching my tender flesh. Unable to control myself, I writhed with pleasure and moaned at your touch. Your hot breath warmed my ear.

“Who are you to me?”
“I’m your naughty girl.”
“That’s right. And who am I to you?”
“You’re my master, sir.”
“And don’t you forget it.”

With those words, you grabbed my hair close to my scalp and pulled, forcing me to arch my back. As I let out a cry of pleasure, you kissed me deeply, assaulting my mouth with your tongue. Then you pulled back and stuck two fingers in my mouth.

“Suck,” you commanded.

As I obeyed, I could see you grinning at me, amused and gratified by my eagerness. You were certainly going to enjoy yourself today, having your way with me and making me obey your every whim. The thought simultaneously mortified me and turned me on like crazy.

Removing your fingers, you turned me towards the wall. Releasing my hair, I felt you walk away. When you returned, you lifted my feet, one at a time, and slid them into a pair of my black stilettos. Then you slid your hands up my legs, along my waist, up to my shoulders. You pulled the straps of my tank top and bra down, but didn’t expose my tits. Instead, I felt you step back, examining me. Suddenly, you grasped my panties and yanked them down to my knees. Then you stuck your fingers between my legs, and I heard you chuckle.

“Of course you’re already dripping wet, you naughty little slut. I think you sent that text on purpose, because you love it when I punish you… Did you?”

You slid a few fingers inside me and leaned in close, asking again.

“Did you?”
“No--oohhhhhh… No sir, I swear…”
“We’ll see.”

With that you pulled away and left me standing there, facing the corner, with my ass exposed and my juices dripping down the inside of my thigh.

“Put your hands on the wall.”

I obeyed your command, and almost immediately heard the click of the camera on your phone.

“Now that’s a nice shot. You stay there, my pet, while I go take care of some things. Maybe I’ll remember to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll share this picture with some friends, or some strangers… We’ll have to see how I feel. In the meantime, you stay right there until I come back. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”

And with that you were gone. I heard the door click shut, and strained to hear whether or not you put the sign on the door, but to no avail. For however long you were gone, I’d be wondering if the cleaning staff would come in to find my in this humiliating position. And if you would show that picture of me to anyone... 

Christ, I was so turned on. 

You knew just how to torment me, in all the most delicious and humbling ways, and knowing that I deserved the punishment only riled me up even more. God, I wanted to touch myself so badly. But you could come back at any moment, and if you found me doing that, my punishment would go from severe to extreme. You might collar me and lead me naked through the street on a leash. We’d seen a video of that once, online, and watching it happen was titillating, but I panicked at the thought of experiencing it…

I tried to focus on the lesson you were teaching me. Clearly I needed to repent for being such a brat last night, but this standing in the corner showed me that I needed to learn patience. Which was what had happened the night before, too, wasn’t it? I’d wanted you right then and there, but you told me I had to wait, and I had a little tantrum about it. Now I had to stand here in the corner, in my stilettos, with my panties pulled down and my ass exposed… And wait. 

Goddamnit. I was never any good at waiting.


I’d lost track of time when I finally heard the door open. I froze, my exposed body tense, waiting to hear either your voice, or the voice of a maid offering housekeeping… You laughed, low and quiet, in that bemused way that always made me weak in the knees.

“Relax, pet. It’s me.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn’t let my body relax too much. I maintained my posture because you required it of me. Shoulders up and back, tits out.

You came up behind me and removed my hands from the wall. My forearms and fingers filled with pins and needles, having spent so much time in one position. You were kind enough to massage them for me, and it was all I could do to not lean back into you.

“I trust that you were smart enough to not touch yourself?”
“Yes, sir. I don’t want to make any more mistakes, sir.”
“Good girl. You made a big mistake last night, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“And what will you do to show me how sorry you are?”
“Anything, sir.”
“Anything?”

There was your low, rumbling laugh again. I felt goosebumps dance on my skin.

“Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Well, now… This is going to be fun. Turn around.”

I did as I was told, and you surprised me by handing me a small bundle of clothes. I spoke without thinking.

“What are these?”

You lightly pressed me against the wall, grabbing my face and running your fingers over and inside my mouth.

“First rule of today - you do not speak unless spoken to, understand?”

I lowered my eyes in shame. “Yes, sir.”

“After last night’s ranting, you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

I nodded, but said nothing. You released my face and took a step back.

“Good. Now you’re going to take these clothes, and you’re going to shower, freshen yourself up, and put them on. But there are two things we need to discuss first.”

You handed me a folded slip of paper. I looked up, awaiting instruction.

“In order to help you learn to keep your mouth shut, these are the only things you are allowed to say for the rest of the day. Open it.”

I unfolded the paper and read a very short list:

Yes, sir.
Please, sir.
Thank you, sir.
I’m sorry, sir.
I’m your naughty little slut.
Permission to speak freely, sir.

Biting my lip, I looked up to find you watching me, a wicked smile playing on your lips.

“Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now the second thing, before you take your shower.” You moved away from me and sat down on the bed. “Come here.”

I shuffled over to you, careful not to let my panties slip past my knees since you hadn’t moved them or told me to. Taking the clothes and my list from me, you set them aside and leaned back. 

Motioning to your lap, you gave me a simple, brusque command - “Bend over.”

I obeyed without hesitation, draping my body over your knees. You leaned down and pulled my panties to my ankles, caressing the inside of my leg as you sat up again. As you spoke, your hand continued to stroke my skin - my ass, my thighs, between my legs…

“Now, you know that you disobeyed me last night, which is a serious enough offense on its own, correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how do you feel about disobeying me?”
“I’m so sorry, sir.”
“That’s right, you are very, very sorry… And in your text you scolded me for leaving you on your own, and you begged me to come back to the hotel and fuck you… Do you know why you did that?” 

I hesitated, trying to remember what was on my list. You slid two fingers inside me, making me moan and wriggle my hips.

“I… I’m your naughty little slut.”
“Very good. And that’s why I left your panties around your ankles just now. You see, when naughty little sluts like you are punished, you need to be a little bit humiliated, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you want me to humiliate and punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”

You removed your fingers from inside me, wiping my wetness on my ass.

“Ask nicely.”
“Please, sir.”

With a sharp thwack you slapped my ass, making it jiggle and sting. After a few more spankings, I started to squirm.

“Hold still and take your punishment, slut.”

I whimpered in subtle protest, but forced myself still. 

“Yes, sir.”
“I hope you realize this is just preliminary.” Smack. “You have far more punishment coming to you today.” Smack. “And these aren’t the only spankings you’ll receive.” Smack. Your hand slipped between my legs again, playing with my wetness. “I think your little pussy needs to be punished, too, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir…”
“After all, it was this eager, naughty little pussy of yours that got you in trouble, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ask for it.”
“Pl-- Um… Permission to speak freely, sir.”
“Very good. Permission granted.”
“Please spank my pussy, sir.”
“What kind of pussy is it? You may answer.”
“Please spank my naughty little pussy, sir.”
“Well, since you asked so politely…” 

And with that you spanked me, harder and harder, between my legs. The stinging was almost unbearable, making me squirm and cry out, but I took it because I knew I deserved it.

After several more spankings between my legs and on my ass, you leaned back, surveying your handiwork.

“That will do for now. Nice and red.” I heard another click from your camera, and then you spanked me once more for good measure. “Up you go. Into the shower, dirty girl.”

I slid off your lap and resisted rubbing my sore ass. You hadn’t said I could, and I knew I shouldn’t take advantage of asking permission to speak freely. Instead I made my way to the bathroom and started a steaming hot shower.

After I’d been in there for only a few minutes, you came into the bathroom and leaned against the wall, watching me. The shower didn’t have a curtain, only a partial glass wall separating us. Your eyes lit up as I began to lather my skin with creamy, foaming body wash. Taking out your phone, you pointed it at me and moved in closer. When you started talking, I realized you were taking a video of me.

“That’s right, dirty girl… Get yourself nice and soapy for me…”

I did as instructed, using even more body wash to work up a good lather.

“Mmm… Make sure you get your tits extra clean…”

I stroked and squeezed my hefty tits, which always made me moan a little. You chuckled and instructed me once more. “Don’t forget your nipples.”

Damnit. You knew how much playing with my nipples turned me on. But I had no choice. I obeyed, tweaking my nipples, pinching and turning them… My back arched from the pleasure of it. You laughed outright and ordered me to “...reach between those legs and clean your naughty little pussy, too…”

As soon as my hand moved down your sharp voice cut in. 

Do not come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know you want to, badly, but you have to wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now go ahead.”

I reached between my legs and did my best to soap and rinse without making myself come. It wasn’t easy, and judging by the smirk on your lips, it was clear that you enjoyed watching me struggle. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, you ordered me to stop and rinse my body clean. I obediently washed away all the suds and stood before you, naked and dripping wet.

“Turn off the shower and come here…” I did as instructed, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. “Put these on.”

You handed me the bra and panties you’d picked out for me, a tiny g-string and a push up bra known for maximizing cleavage. I didn’t dry off, as I wasn’t told to, so I put on the lingerie over my slippery wet skin. Still filming me, you gave another order.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

With a small whimper I did as I was told, knowing full well what was in store for me.

Continue Reading -- Part 6

Posted on May 16, 2017

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