Michael Langdon imagines

Punishment (smut)

Word count: 1867
Hella smutty and a lil kinky;)
Warnings: smut, spanking

"Oh!" You moaned out. The red vibrator buzzed against your clit. Your squirmed moving it in circles. Your head was moving from side to side on your pillow. Sometimes, you just needed to feel something when Michael was away. Tonight was one of those nights. Nothing could ever compare to his touch, but you needed something, now, desperately. Michael always told you, "this beautiful little pussy is mine, I decide when it gets played with, by whom, and how. And that is me, only me. You do not touch yourself without permission." You've done this before, but he never found out, that's because you always knew when he was on his way home, he always sent you a text. Tonight, he didn't. He assumed your were asleep because of how late it was and he didn't want to wake you.

Little did he know.

Your moans got louder and you squirmed even more as your orgasm was approaching. You kicked up the speed a notch, wanting your climax. A few moments later, your orgasm ripped through you, forcing your head back onto the pillow, a string of curse words falling from your lips. Your eyes slammed shut while you shook. Once you calmed down, you opened your eyes, sitting up on your bed, your eyes darting straight to the now open door, with a very angry Michael standing in the doorway. 'Fuck' you thought. "Michael- baby, I-i can explain, I was just, I didn't know you were home, and, I uh-" your cheeks burned a shade of crimson, your heart was racing, you were fucked, well, you were about to be, anyways. "Now," He flung his jacket over his shoulder, leaning against the doorframe, "I could have sworn to my father that, I told you only I am able to play with that sweet pussy of yours, hm?" His voice was calm, worryingly calm.

His icy eyes could have burned holes in you. You hung your head down, not answering. "Answer me!" He shouted, clearly upset, the suddenness of his loud voice made you jump. "Yes." You quietly murmured. "I'm sorry? Yes what?" It sounded more as a statement, his voice was stern, but darker than his dom voice, this one was new to you, and you were terrified. "Yes sir." You said, a little bit louder, your gaze still on the bed, avoiding his eyes at all costs. 

"Now, what happens when rules get broken?" He slowly started walking into the room, closing the door behind him and setting his jacket on the nearest chair. His words sent shivers down your spine, you were terrified, but you couldn't deny your arousal pooling between your legs. "P-punishment, sir" you kept your head down. "Good. And that's what's going to happen. Because you broke one of my rules." He started walking towards you, sitting on the bed, you felt the dip from where he sat. His hand found its way to your chin, lifting your head up, forcing your eyes on him. "Turn around. Hands and knees. Now" his voice was demanding, you were too scared and turned on to do anything other than listen to him. You did as told and waited for what was going to come next, you assumed he was going to fuck you senseless, but nope.

You heard the metallic sounds of a belt, now you knew what was coming. A few moments after the sounds, you felt his hand on your ass, softly grazing you. Showing you a little bit of affection before he was going to make you hate his fucking guts, though you could never. All of a sudden, you felt the leather sweep across your asscheek, you screamed out at the pain. However, you couldn't ignore the pleasure it brought you. "Count." You heard him say over your cries. "O-one" you mashed the letters together, unable to speak properly. Another. This one was harder, you felt it break down the skin on your ass, causing a scream once more. "Ah! T-Two." Michael was watching you like a hawk, taking pleasure in watching you in pain, he knew everything he was going to do to you, he was going to fuck you mercilessly, but he knew that patience was key, especially because it drove you nuts.

Another. "OW!" You screamed, you felt this one tear through your skin. "Do I need to start over? I suggest you count." He said, not seeming to care about the pain he was causing. "THREE!" You screamed, wanting anything but for him to start over. You were in howling pain, you wanted him though, you felt your arousal drip down your thighs as another smack came down on you. Tears rolled down your red, hot cheeks "f-four" You barely managed out, you were already starting to lose your voice from the screaming, crying, and moaning.