The Musings of a Modern Minx

I am ready for you, just as you’ve asked: I am wearing my fishnet seamed stockings, my black lace French panties, and the black bra I know you like.

My hair is loose around my shoulders and curled just the way you like it, my lips are stained with bright red lipstick, my eyes dark and smoky.

My fingernails are manicured to perfection, every last detail carefully matched to your exacting requirements.

My shoes always seem to bring out the kinky in you and I wear your favourite patent black leather stilettos and relish the gentle ache they instantly produce in my calves.

I am careful to resist the growing urge to stroke and caress my impatient pussy, knowing how you love the first touch to be yours. Instead I delight in the heightened awareness of my clitoris as I become more and more aroused while I wait for you to arrive.

I hear your car in the drive, your key in the door, but do not acknowledge them, understanding that to do so would not meet the high standards of your fantasy.

I feel you standing behind me; hear your intake of breath as you catch a glimpse of me in the mirror. I feel the heat radiating from your aroused body; feel your eyes appraising every inch of me.

You come closer so that I can feel your hard cock straining against the fabric of your trousers. I push back against you, knowing I will be punished for my wanton behaviour but unable to stop myself. I receive a short sharp spank for my sauciness and I struggle to contain both my smile and my groan of pleasure.

“Did you enjoy that?” you ask, and I am torn: do I admit my pleasure in receiving a delicious stinging spank and risk you not administering another, or do I lie and say I didn’t enjoy it, knowing you will have to spank me again for lying?

I decide to lie.

You sit on the bed fully clothed and beckon me to you. Outwardly I appear to be reticent but inwardly I am grinning: the Minx is stirring.

Immediately you put me over your knee and slide your hand under my knickers, caressing my cheeks still pink from their castigation. Your hands squeeze and knead, lulling me into a false sense of security.

I yelp as you bestow me with my first spank - a sharp smack to the top of my thighs. I am desperate for you to spank me again, I long to feel the stinging warmth of your hand and the resulting vibrations deep within my pussy. Instead you begin to massage my cheeks again, this time using the very tips of your fingers to test how turned on I am.

“You ARE turned on! Did you lie to me?”

“No” – this time I can’t hide my grin as you slide your fingers further into my aching pussy and spank me with your free hand. My traitorous body gives me away: you feel my pussy tighten around your fingers as your hand makes contact with my buttocks.

I raise my buttocks towards you, eager to feel your discipline again - you slide your hand underneath me, your fingers irresistibly drawn to my now erect clitoris.

Your expert fingers plough and explore the folds of my pussy, teasing me while telling me what a bad girl I am for enjoying such strict discipline. I can only moan as the familiar pleasure of an orgasm stirs within.

You manoeuvre yourself so that you are laid on top of me. I am trapped underneath you, loving the feeling of being restricted. You are still fully clothed, yet reach down to release your hot cock.

I gasp and moan as I feel your cock’s blunt entry and long to move, to tease and wriggle away from you, but you are strong and restrain me with your body.

You whisper sweet filth into my ear as we both near the point of no return. I feel your hands entwine themselves in my hair, tugging my head back allowing you to nibble at my throat, an act that you know results in an explosive orgasm. I feel my muscles tighten uncontrollably as I am transported on a wave of blissful pleasure. I feel your cock harden inside me and hear your satisfaction as you thrust into my pussy.

“Did you enjoy that?” you ask, and I am torn…