Erotic Story: Penalty points

Raymond looks sexy in his suit, all dressed up for our experiment. With a stern look, he brings his mouth to my ear. “I see that you’re wearing a short black dress, just as I asked you to.” I smile at him briefly. “But I don’t see the garters I suggested”, it sounds sternly. I look down at the floor a little shyly. “That’s a penalty point, Mave.” A jolt of tension shoots through my body. I have a penalty point. I’ll probably feel something of this later. People are walking around us. They’re all neatly dressed, but nobody else is playing this same game. Tonight, Raymond has the upper hand and if I don’t listen to him, I deserve a blissful slap. You know, one of those hard and arousing ones. It’s just as well I’ve never really been the obedient type. The way he sits at the bar, there’s something about it. There’s something about him. And as always, he manages to capture my attention completely. I carefully place my hand on his knee, which he sternly swats away. “No touching yet”, he says sternly, as his gaze communicates something else. “Now you have two penalty points. You better be careful. With three penalty points, you’re out of luck.” A wave of heat takes over. Seductively, I run the fingertip of my ring finger over my lips and then suck my bottom lip between my teeth. That always does the trick. It always turns him on. “Order me a refreshing drink.”

My eyes dart to the bartender and I try to draw his attention. With my sexiest look, I order a glass of white wine. As soon as the bartender hands me the glass, I put it to my lips and let the cold wine slide down my throat. “I think that wine was meant for me. Are you collecting penalty points? Because you already have three now.” I try not to laugh, and to hide the pure pleasure rushing through my body.

Arriving at the door, he pushes me inside. He takes a large sip of the white wine I’ve teasingly ordered for myself and sits on the bed. His eyes are dominant. He’s clearly enjoying his new role. The pants of his suit are tight around his thighs. Under his jacket, through his shirt, I can see his powerful chest. I would love to jump onto his lap, but I know that move will have to wait until another time. I stand there nervously. The thrilling idea of what’s about to happen slowly drives me crazy with desire. It makes me tingle down under. So much that I can almost feel my clit throbbing. To tempt him, I playfully stroke one of my breasts. I see him trying hard not to bite his bottom lip. “You’re not listening to me at all”, he says a little awkwardly, yet controlled. He scoots back further and leans his hands on the bed. His eyes scan me from top to bottom. There’s an ottoman next to the bed. He grabs it and pushes it snugly against the bed, right next to his legs. Then he places his legs further apart and gestures for me to sit down. This is the moment, I can feel it. I haven’t been listening, I’ve collected penalty points and now I’m going over his knee. Time to collect the penalty points and make amends. As I seem to have forgotten how to breathe, I walk towards him. With a sigh, I come to a stop between his legs. I turn a quarter turn, lean forward to place my forearms on the ottoman and curl my pelvis around his thighs. I swallow hard in an attempt to dispel the dryness from my mouth, but it’s not working. I feel the fabric of my dress end just below my buttocks. He places his hand firmly on my lower back to hold me in place. “Breathe”, he says.

I sigh and suck in a deep breath. My thong is wet. I long for the next step, but I don’t dare to ask for it. His other hand strokes the back of one of my knees. It doesn’t tickle, I’m far too aroused for that. He slowly reaches up further, towards my buttocks. Once there, he slowly pushes up my dress, exposing my buttocks. With every inch of my skin he exposes, he sparks intense longing. My breathing is ragged as I brace myself for the first slap. It’s practically impossible. Suddenly, and with a deafening sound, his flat hand slams upwards and on my ass. A startled scream rips from my throat. “Shit, sorry”, I call out, slightly panicked. He sighs and gets ready for the next one. Again, that primal sound. This slap is harder than the first. His fingertips tickle the spot he just left. It’s soothing, but arousing at the same time. It hurts, but the pain feels so good. I want more. Just when I realize his tickling has stopped, I feel the next slap. It’s hard, sharp. This slap was hard enough to feel it between my legs. I press my lips together trying to suppress any form of moaning and excitement, I barely manage to do so. With the umpteenth time, my ass is starting to feel sore. It probably looks sore too, because in the same moment he takes care of the other side with the same blissful slaps. Somewhere during the last slap, my clit starts to tingle. I long for touch, a different touch. “Fuck me”, I manage to say breathlessly.

My forearms are chafed from sliding back and forth on the ottoman with every slap. “Lie down”, he growls excitedly. Without words, he takes off my panties, pushes up my dress to expose my heat  and grabs a small flogger from the inside pocket of his jacket. My breathing is wild when he pushes my legs apart and playfully slides the tip of the flogger along my labia. He softly taps my clit. It’s intense, more intense than I ever imagined. Each small, gentle tap brings me closer to climax. My hands grip the sheets tightly. My dress is bunched up somewhere around my waist and he stays in his role. His ultra-sexy, exciting and dominant role. He gently taps the inside of my right thigh three times and then sharply taps my clit. A thrilling pain shoots through my body. “Please”, I beg. He tosses the flogger on the bed somewhere, looks at my red thigh and glistening pussy. “That’s all I wanted to hear”, he admits proudly. As I’d hoped, he starts to undress. The pressure of his body only arouses me more. As soon as he’s naked, he positions himself between my legs again. He grabs his boner and guides himself deep inside me. Within mere minutes, an intense orgasm washes over me. This experiment was a success and I’m already looking forward to the next night of disobedience.