1. Cheaters never win?


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: JuniperBreeze381, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Walking out of the bedroom I realize that my ass is very sore. Not just inside, but both of my cheeks as well. Pulling my robe tighter around my body as I walk down the hall, I notice the house seems very quiet. No sound coming from my husband, who should be getting ready for work... That's when the actions of the night before came rushing back to me. I sank down on the stairs in shock, but jumped up quickly because just sitting hurt so bad. Leaning against the wall I sobbed at the outcome my actions caused. My mind wandered back to last night. It had started so nice. Me slipping out of the house with false pretenses. Telling my husband that I was going to dinner with a few friends. I had no clue he followed me. Entering the hotel, I had walked directly to room 307. He always reserved the same room. Knocking on the door, I waited only a moment before it opened and I had slipped inside. I thought I shut the door tightly, but the door must not have caught in the door jam. I was a bit preoccupied. My Master was walking back to the chair beside the bed. He turned towards me and sat down. His smoldering look immediately put me in my place and I dropped to my knees on the ground in front of him. My hands were clasped behind my back, my breasts thrust out, and my head lowered...as he liked. "What can I do to please my Master today?" I had asked. "Look at me." He commanded in his deep voice. I raised my head and looked at him. We just stared at each other for a moment. My ...
    anticipation making me tremble slightly. He raised his hand and beckoned me forward. I approached him, still on my knees. My hand sliding up his pant legs as I settled in between his spread legs. His hand shot down and grasped my hand tightly in his. "Did I tell you that you could touch me?" He growled angrily at me. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't meant to touch without permission." I softly whispered, fearful of him when he gets this tone. Rising up and still grasping my hand, he pulled me roughly to my feet. Forcing me to bend over the table next to his chair, his hand came down and swiftly hit my ass very hard. I gasped in pain, twitched, and moaned slightly. I know he doesn't like me reacting to his punishments, but this came a bit more forceful than his usual punishments. Reacting to my twitching and moaning, Master struck my ass again. This time I bit my lip to avoid crying out. One more swat on my sore behind and he pulled me up gently and took me in his arms. Being cradled in his arms meant that all was forgiven and we could continue with our night. He ran his hands through my hair as I pressed my head to his chest. He was very tall. My head was low enough that his chin could rest on the top of it. I felt positively little next to him and I surrendered to his will easily. He was clearly in control. His hand snaked up to my hair, grasping it, he pulled my head backwards so he could lick from my breasts up to my chin. I moaned at how hot his tongue felt on my skin. His tongue ...
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