Another Fantasy

There I am, kneeling on the floor, feeling the carpet rub against my knees.

My back aches from the position, of course, I have to keep it straight with my head lowered. I know this because he has told me several times that this is how he wants me when he gets home.

I have the fleeting thought that maybe he is going to be late. Of course he is though, I've already been here for half an hour. The muscles in my arms have burned so badly that I've actually lowered them.

He may not know that, but I do. I know that I disobeyed him. I will tell him. I always do.

My body tightens at the thought. He will punish me. He always does.

I will love it. It is the way that it is.

The door creaks open and I force myself even straighter. I'm glad that put my arms back into place behind my back.

My breasts hang heavy in front of me, but the nipples are hard and point right at him. They seem to get even harder as the cold air from behind him licks at them.

I can feel his eyes one me as he moves around me, inspecting me like a horse or a cow for sale. I want to look up and he knows this. He knows how hard it is for me to sit still. I want to see his face, see his approval, or disapproval, whatever the case may be, it is still hard to sit still. I shift, ever so slightly, maybe he won't notice.

The flick of his finger across my sensitive nipple causes me to jump slightly, but like a good sub, I hold my position, and yes, it sends a little shiver right down my spine. I know what he's like when he starts out like this.

He stands in front of me now and I'm staring down at his shoes. I think to myself "What would it be like to have to spit shine his shoes?" and I almost giggle. The feel of his open hand slapping my tit keeps me from that though and I feel it sway slightly. Before I can recover, he slaps the other one and I can't help but let out a little whimper.

"Where you a good girl today?"

Just the sound of "good girl" makes my head spin. I nod slightly and realize, a moment to late, as I feel his hand slap my face, that I should have replied out loud. I hurry to remedy that "Yes Sir, no Sir"

"Well, which is it? Yes or no?" another slap, this one a bit harder and I find it hard to focus and I weakly mutter "No sir, I didn't have my hands in place Sir, my arms were aching"

"So, you will need to be punished, very well"

I hear the zipper of his pants and my mouth begins to salivatate. I love sucking his cock. I love having it in my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat.

I feel the head of it pressing against my cheek and I turn, more out of instinct then thought and my mouth opens. He doesn't put it in though, he holds it in his hand and slaps my face with it. My lips, my cheeks, my eyes. All the while my mouth hangs open stupidly as I nearly beg him to let me taste him.

He slides it in just past the tip so that I can clean the pre-cum off of it and he slaps my tits again as I try to suck him farther into my mouth.

"Did I give you permission to suck on my cock whore? Did I? Answer me" Another slap to my tits with his free hand, his cock pulling out to be slapped against my face some more, over my eyes and nose, each one a bit harder then the last one. I know I look like a whore with my tongue hanging out, licking him when he gets close enough, the wetness trickling down my the inside of my thighs.

Finally, when I think I won't be able to take it anymore, he slides it in. I love feeling his rigid member, the softness of the skin, the hardness of it over all. I love the taste of his precum and the smell of him.

He places a hand on each side of my face and thrusts his hips forward, shoving it all the way to the back of my throat and I struggle to catch my breath with the ferocity of it all. There is no room for doubt, he's fucking my mouth and I love it. A low gutteral moan from deep in the back vibrates through my mouth and into his cock. I know this from the matching sound he makes and the way he shoves even more brutally, holding my face all the way against him as he spurts his cum all over my tongue and straight down into my belly.

He shoves me away from him and tenderness floods through me. I don't know how many times he's told me how intense it is for him to cum in my mouth like that. From my perch I can see his legs shaking slightly and after just a moment he reaches down and pulls me up against him.

He carresses me and tells me I am his good girl, that he loves me, that he is blessed because I am his wife. He carries me to our bed and holds me against his chest as I drift off to sleep.