mrsstrict:“Come here and lay down so I can smother your face. Don’t make me come over th
mrsstrict:“Come here and lay down so I can smother your face. Don’t make me come over there and slap you and whip your ass.” Grammar PoliceFor the life of me I don’t know what got into my head… it’s like some switch gets flipped or someone else takes over my body (mostly my mouth…)“Come here and lay down so I can smother your face. Don’t make me come over there and slap you and whip your ass,” Mrs. Romano growls at me – reasonably, since ‘whipping my ass’ has often been a prerequisite for having me serve her…I’m perfectly happy to do so today… as long as she’s going to pin me down and make me, I can forego the super-sore bottom for once…So why…I walk over in front of her and say ‘Do you mean, ‘Lie down?’She scowls at me… not in a good mood today, certainly not in the mood for this…I kneel in front of her, clamping my hands between my thighs and my calves, shut my mouth tight, close my eyes, lift my chin…SLAP! her hand rocks my head, a burning print springing on my face.I wait, eyes closed (so I don’t flinch, or not as much).SLAP! Same hand, same force, same results.I continue to wait. Nothing happens.“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I tell her, opening my mouth as little as possible.“Lay down!” she demands.I open my eyes – her hand is raised, daring me to correct her again. But the devil inside me has gone. I sit on my butt and spin around, lying back onto the floor as she slips to her knees and positions herself, still in panties, over my mouth. So, not in a hurry… I say to myself as I begin to lave the thin fabric.***Later, lying in bed, I apologize. “I’m sorry about earlier…” I start, “I really don’t know why I did that. I know you didn’t appreciate it…”“I wasn’t really in the mood…” Cindy says, though after her climaxes she’s much more relaxed. Whatever’s been annoying her is gone, at least for now.“I know. I knew – that’s why I’m so sorry…” I take a deep breath, “Thanks for the way you always accommodate me…” “Wasn’t really a problem… only took a minute…” She’s rubbing my bottom, patting it.“It’s got to be annoying sometimes, I know…” I mumble as I nuzzle her breasts.“Well, it was pretty inconsiderate… since you clearly knew what kind of mood I was in,” she scolds.I give her a muffled “Oh?” and then, coming up for air, say, “Maybe you should…”“Spank you for it?” she finishes.“Or something. You know… inconsiderate…”“So a full, corrective spanking, then.” It’s not a question.My heart pounds to hear this threat. Cindy’s patting my bottom, light smacks, rubbing, rubbing my thighs. “Not…” I begin, “Not now, necessarily (after all, it’s entirely her decision). Just… if it’s convenient, sometime.”She draws a deep breath, sits up. Now she has my wrist. I swallow hard, though my mouth is dry.“No, now is good,” she says – Mrs. Romano once again. “Go get me the paddle, and the ‘extras’ paddle,” I hear and my bottom, already bare, clenches. “We’ll get this taken care of right now.”Oh well – it was inconsiderate. I guess I deserve it. -- source link