This abuse went on for awhile longer, I never once let my tounge slow down, for fear that I would provoke her into spanking me. The control she exhibits over the relationship is scary, yet I know she treats me like this because she loves me. I also need to be reminded of where I'm at in our relationship. My natural place is beneath her, and thats how she, and admittedly I, want to keep it. I continue to work on her foot. making sure to get in between her toes, the part with the strongest scent, but subsequently the best taste are the tips of them. The flavor becomes more apparent with each small crease my tounge glides over, "oh my, would you look at that." I heard her sneer, confusion was my first reaction to these words, "aw, looks like the piggy likes serving me a little to much." A whirlwind of fear swept through me. I didn't realize it, I didn't know, I was so caught up trying to please her, to make her satisfied. I glance down at my skinny jeans to see the outline of a hard on pressing against the fabric. I stare at it, wishing for it to go away. It doesn't work, the more dissatisfied and humiliated I become, the tighter it presses. Without warning, I feel two hands grasp at the collar of my shirt. I'm pulled up to eye level, "how's that hard on feeling now, huh, piggy?!" The tone in her voice has now changed from mocking, too pure anger, "so you choose, once again, to act like a disgusting little pig and do that In front of me?" I lean my head back a bit, cowering, her presence overwhelming me with fear, "you do know what this means, right?" Before I was able to utter a word of apology, my pants were yanked down around my ankles, and my pathetic erection was exposed. She only momentarily recognized this with a wicked smirk. She's too focused on the task of putting me across her lap, which she naturally does with ease. I'm now sprawled out on her knees, my pale, bare ass now out in the open, vulnerable to her touch. Making sure my eyes stay focused on the ground, I wait for goddess to speak. A few seconds of silence go by, then another, then another, the question of "is she gonna do it" burns in my mind for only a millisecond before, without warning SMACK, something comes down hard on my ass, making me let out an involuntary yelp. Tears stream down my face as smack after smack lands. My yelping turns into shaky begging, the pain of impact making me lose all control,"p-lease *hick* please goddess! *sob* I'll be a good boy *hick* I promise!" I start uncontrollably kicking my legs,it's no use, it only gets me a few hard swats on the thighs. The onslaught comes to an abrupt halt, when she clears her throat. I'm still red in the face, and crying heavily, but this gives me hope that's it's done. All the hope I gathered suddenly faded away once I heard the fatal words "twenty more, and this time you're gonna count!"
***AUTHORS NOTE***
This is the second, and final part of this little erotic narrative. Since this was written months ago, when I was still in the relationship this is based on, I have no further interest, or insensitive to make additions to
It. More stories of this nature may turn up at some-point on my profile. Until then, thank you for reading.
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The tips of her toes: a short femdom story
RomantikI wrote this a few months ago for my, now ex, girlfriend. All mentions of names have been replaced with pronouns such as "her" as not to give away identities. In spite of this fact, at times, the narrative may seem clunky. The story is 1 of 2 parts...
