“Come here,” he said, lifting his hand off his neck, allowing her to pull away, releasing his cock from her mouth.
He pulled her up so that she was over his knee, her body stretched diagonally across his lap, her head resting on the edge of his lap. This effectively raised her ass over his knee, feet dangling just an inch or so about the ground. He shifted her until he had easy access to her body, both front and back entrances.
She wiggled until she was relatively comfortable, making sure that she was open to his touch. She couldn’t help hoping there was another orgasm in her future tonight, although she was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be. This position was also ideal for spanking so she wasn’t surprised when his hands began to land on her cheeks, settling into a rhythm of smacks as if her were playing the drum.
His hands brought a delightful mixture of pleasure, when they landed on the unmarked portions of her ass, and pain, when they landed on the more reddened parts that still had welts from her punishment earlier. She was disappointed when he stopped, but then his hands began probing, stroking, caressing, and finally penetrating her pussy. She thought she might explode with pleasure, and in minute she was asking for permission.
He laughed, and went back to smacking her ass, a bit harder now, but she didn’t mind. When all of her ass was a bright pink, and her sit spot an even deeper shade of red, he went back to teasing her pussy, making her moan and squirm. Soon, she was actually begging for permission, but he only laughed and went back to spanking her.
The third time he teased her to near orgasm and stopped, she pleaded with him to keep going.
“You really want to come, don’t you, naughty girl?” he said. She could feel his hard cock, and hoped he would take pity on her. At the same time, she didn’t know where he was going with this.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, a bit uncertainly. “I really do want to, Sir.”
He began spanking her again, and she raised her ass higher, enjoying the sensations on her skin and the throbbing of her pussy. She loved this kind of play, the spanking and the teasing.
“I’m thinking,” he said, “About what would please me.”
“Of course, Sir,” she said.
“I’m thinking,” he said, “That I’d like for you to get on top of me here and ride me for a bit.”
“I’d be happy to, do that” she said. They both knew that she wouldn’t cum spontaneously in that position. They had tried before but for whatever reason, that position didn’t work for her to climax unless one of them played with her clit as well. So she knew this wasn’t permission for an orgasm.
She knew that she would become increasingly aroused and unable to reach satisfaction while he was free to use her as long as he liked, having his own orgasm whenever he was good and ready. She knew that he would savor this, probably playing with her nipples to increase the intensity, while still denying her release. And she was pleased to offer herself for his pleasure.
Straddling him carefully, she lowered herself on his cock. He slowed her a bit with his hands on her hips, and she moaned with pleasure as he took her He stopped her movement once he was deeply embedded inside her, telling her to hold still.
She stopped obediently, but tossed her head helplessly, moaning with pleasure, waiting for his next command.