Dirty Fantasies.

Punishment.

"I think you're due a punishment, aren't you, little boy?"
"n-no, please sir I promise I'll be good, please sir" I pleaded desperately, I knew this time she'd punish me badly.
"No amount of begging can stop me from doing this, you knew what you were doing would result in a punishment. Take it like a good slut, would you?" She responded, completely unbothered about my feelings.
I moaned at the way she degraded me and just gazed at her, terrified. What was she going to do with me?
"Hey, baby?" She started.
I nodded to let her know I was listening.
"How do you feel about..." She stopped to count something in her head. "...twenty five minutes of physical torture?"
Oh fuck, i won't survive that long.
"P-please sir, please, you can't do this.. I- I can't handle that long." I pleaded some more.
"But I warned you of calling me names, correct?" She asked.
"Yes sir, bu-" I tried starting a sentence but she promptly put a hand over my mouth.
"Just a simple yes sir will do, I don't have time for your pathetic excuses."
She raised a hand and I flinched hard.
"Aww, pup you look petrified. I love it."
God, was she a sick, sadistic fuck.
She hit me so fucking hard, I swear she could've dislocated my jaw.
I let out a rather loud whimper and my eyes started to well with tears.
"You can't already be crying, I've only just gotten started, babe." She laughed right in my face, she couldn't give a fuck about me right now and I was secretly loving that.
She continued hitting me, not so hard as to not permanently hurt me, but as hard as that limit would allow her and, holy fuck did it hurt good.
At that point it had been five minutes, my cheeks were bright red from being slapped and there were tears running down them.
"Get up." She grabbed me by the hair and forced me off the bed, she was sitting at the edge.
She'd told me i had to wear a skirt that day and I thought nothing of it, but now I see why she wanted this.
"Over my knee, slut."
Fuck, this was gonna hurt so much, especially considering she didn't have to worry about how much force she was using this time.
I obliged, I was so petrified that I couldn't say no to her even if i wanted to.
She lifted my skirt and spanked me harder than anyone has ever hit me before in my life, including herself.
The sound of slapping echoed through the room, as did the sounds of my cries and moans.
After about twenty hard hits i was in so much pain.
"P-please. Please stop, please it hurts, please."
"No." She was enjoying seeing me like this and hearing the noises I produced.
That's why, for the remaining fifteen minutes, she spanked me as many times as she could, demanding me to shut the fuck up and hitting me harder whenever I made a noise.
I secretly loved every second.
Her phone alarm went off to signal that the twenty five minutes was over.
I was relieved but I also didn't want it to stop.
"Aw, your ass looks sore, darling."
I just continued to cry, still bent over her knee.
"You can get up, prince" She sounded more calm and comforting now.
I got up and carefully sat back down on the bed, it hurt like fuck, in-fact that's a massive understatement.
She followed and cuddled me gently.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy, i'm glad."
I fell asleep in her arms as she played with my hair.