To Sir, with.. well. He knows.

I’ve been a very, very bad slave. Though I suppose maybe it was about time you were tested.

Petulant. Sassy.

Let’s see how you deal with your oppositional little slut, shall we?

I wonder.. do you know what I need? Why I’m pushing, teasing, testing?

You rise to the bait, just as I’d hoped. The words on the screen painting beautiful, dark pictures in my mind.

Yes, promise me a spanking. Promise me stern discipline.

Please.

Give me what I need.

Pull your belt from around your waist.. loop the leather around your palm. Stare at me with clouded eyes, your jaw set. No quarter to be had here.

Not that I would ask it.

Chase me when I run.

Not out of fear.. never out of fear. Another test. How will you respond to this new insolence?

Will you raise your arm a little higher, put a little more sting behind each blow, when you finally have me underneath you?

Don’t just catch me. Tackle me. Make me hit the floor, your weight on top of me, leaving me breathless.

Please.

I’ll still squirm, even knowing that it’s useless. Still try to get away as you yank at my clothes. Cry out as fabric is torn and tossed aside.

But I won’t tell you to stop. Those whimpers you hear, they’re not born of distress.

Pull me into your lap, face toward the floor. Pin my arms behind me- you only need one strong hand to do it. Run the other hand between my legs- that’s my test. Find exactly what you’d suspected as your fingers come away wetter than you’ve seen them before. I don’t have to move to know that you’re just as affected- I can feel the hardness pressed against my side, even through the barrier of your clothing.

Give me what I need.

Let my hair cover my face as your hand comes back, as the belt sings through the air, as the first blow lands on my bare skin.

The tears that slip from my eyes aren’t of pain, but relief.

Make me count each stroke. Make me apologize for my misbehavior. Make me beg forgiveness.

Make my pale skin turn a rainbow of colors. Reds, pinks, deep blues and purples as the leather lands harder, faster.

Turn me roughly upright, pressing my tortured skin against the unforgiving cloth of your pants. Thread your fingers into my hair, bending my neck back, growling into my ear.

Is that what you wanted?

Curl your fingers into my throat, sink your teeth into my shoulder when I don’t answer quickly enough. Ignore the yelp.

Please.

Shove me back down onto the floor, your foot holding me in place as you unbutton your pants. Kick my legs apart before you lay on top of me, intentionally putting pressure on the flesh you’d just marked.

Bury yourself inside me. All the way, one thrust. No resistance here, just heat.. tightness.

Remind me who I am as you fuck me, as you push me into the floor, as you use me.

Your bitch.

Your fucking slut.

Yours.

Please.

Give me what I need.