When I got up the stairs, my heart was beating like crazy, blood pounding in my ears, not from the stairs but from watching that butt of hers on my way up .
She was laying on the bed with one leg propped grinning at me, running her tongue up and down the length of that Popsicle, teasing. Then she winked. I had to laugh, she started laughing and I tackled her. As a side note, Popsicles do stain, you might want to think this out further than we did or buy extra sheets. A play fight ensued and we ended with me sitting on her hips holding her hands in place over her head.
"Give up?" I asked her.
"Neva!" she smirked.
"What will it take to make you give up?"
"Food" she grinned at me, "All foods before dudes!"
"So, you love your food more than me?"
"Yep!"
"I can change that".
Looking at that grin of hers it was hard not to laugh. She was in one of those moods, the one that says "I want you but I'm not going to make it easy".
I let loose of her hands and reached down to pull off her sweater.
She is small, but man is she quick. She wiggled out from under me and tried to run away. I caught her just in time and held her captive in my arms, holding her on my lap. She kept struggling, so I picked her up and placed her face down on the bed, one hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place. She stopped struggling. Just like that, she stopped.
"Okay" I thought to myself, "so that's it!"
I pulled the red sweater half way up her back and her underwear down over her legs and off. She has one of the sexiest behinds I have ever seen.
"You still love food more than me baby?" I asked. Swapp! I gave that round bottom a wack with my hand.
"Yes, Master" she said wiggling a bit.
"Count" I told her, "You know the rules"
"One, Master, yes". Swapp! I popped the other cheek.
"You still love food more than me?"
"Two, Master, yes". Swapp! Again I gave her butt a pop.
"Still?"
"Three Master, yes".
She wiggled around a little more with each wack and I was starting to wonder how much she would take. She isn't usually this stubborn. We got to ten before she gave in. I leaned down and kissed the red cheeks, then up her back. When I kissed her neck she rolled over, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard.
For the rest of the afternoon we stayed in the bedroom.
That's not how we spend every free afternoon. Not every time we make love is like that. But now and then, life happens.
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Her Sacrifice
Non-FictionHave you ever wondered how a teen couple ends up in a Dom/Sub relationship? This is the story about how we got together and the journey to where we are. At the end we will add helpful tips and hints for others interested enough to care.
