Masterful Invasion an erotic story copyrighted by me

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I wait in the corner, arousal already slicking my thighs; it doesn’t matter that I am in trouble and soon I will be regretting my actions. Even though I know I will be getting a hard punishment spanking, my skin is flushed and achy while my clit is hard and throbbing.
This seems to happen no matter what; my body responds to you like Pavlov’s dog, whether you are threatening or playful… tender or firm… merciful or harsh… my body prepares itself for your possession.
The thrilling mastery that will play out like a concerto… no matter how you touch me, my body will sing as you play me like the finest violin.
I hear you behind me and shiver in anticipation. The heat of you warms my naked back and it’s all I can do not to lean into your body. Your arms come around my middle and pull me back against you.
I feel your breath in my hair as you speak. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” The deep tones of your voice wash through me in an invisible caress.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper; it seems wrong to speak loudly in this moment.
“Why did you do it?” you ask, and my shoulders slump a little at the hurt in your voice. “Why would you ever leave town without telling me? Much less asking permission?”
I look at the floor, still facing away from you. “I just… you’ve been working so much… and I’ve missed you and I…”
“Do you know how worried I was when I came home and you were gone?” You don’t raise your voice but I could hear the underlying disappointment.
I spin around in your arms and look up at you as tears fill my eyes. “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong… I just wanted your attention… I knew I would be in trouble but I didn’t think about how it would make you feel… I’m so sorry.”
“So you took off on an overnight trip to the casinos without telling me, knowing I would come home to an empty house and be worried because you wanted my attention?” you ask, one brow raised incredulously.
“Yes, sir,” I say rather miserably, staring at the middle button of your shirt.
“Well, little girl, you’re about to get more attention than you bargained for,” you tell me sternly, catching me firmly by the arm and pulling me after you to our bed. You don’t say anything else as you sit down and pull me face down over your lap.
Apparently the time for discussion is at an end because your hand starts falling hard and fast in a relentless rhythm on my vulnerable posterior. There is no warmup as you spank hard from the very first, wringing soft mewling cries of protest from my lips.
On and on you spank while I writhe in place over your knee, promising never to do such a thing again.
“I intend to make sure you don’t,” you say ominously, lifting me to my feet and bending me over the bed. “You stay right where you are, young lady, I’m getting the beast.”
I shoot straight up, my hands going back to cup my already throbbing bottom. “Please don’t! I’m sorry… I promise I won’t do it again!”
I hate the beast with everything in me; it is a long thick school-style paddle that covers almost my whole bottom with every swat. I named it the beast after the one and only time you’d used it on me.
You look at me with a raised brow again and simply point at the bed. I whimper and bend back over with my bottom arched high while you fetch the evil implement from the closet.
When your hand comes down to rest in the small of my back, I relax, soothed by your touch. Then a loud crack fills the air as the long paddle falls on my already sore ass, catching the whole of it at once and bringing me up on my toes.
The paddle falls eleven more times in quick succession, leaving a fire behind that will not soon be extinguished. I sob into the sheets until you lift me to stand in front of you and wrap me in your comforting embrace.
You rock to and fro as I cry into the front of your shirt. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell you. “I really am sorry.”
“Did you get the attention you were looking for?” you ask me.
I vigorously shake my head. “No, sir.”
“What did you want?”
I blush as one hand comes up to toy with your shirt buttons. “You.”
A firm hand cups my chin. “Baby, you’ve always got me. Even when I’m at work, you’ve got me. Why did you feel the need to misbehave?”
“I don’t know,” I answer truthfully; though I wanted your attention, I am at a loss as to why I pushed you so far.
“I think you need more regular discipline; from now on we will have a maintenance night. I intend to keep you on the straight and narrow, young lady,” you inform me as you step away from me to pull off your shirt and drop your pants. I watch you eagerly, my body pulsing with need.
You sit back down on the bed and hold out your hand, smiling at me as I take it and pull me to stand in front of you. “I spanked you hard, are you still wet for me?”
I blush and nod.
You sink two fingers into the copious wetness between my thighs. “What a naughty little girl I have.” Your grin makes me smile in return as you pull me astride your thighs, your hands come up to cup my tender bottom and pull me down to impale me to the hilt on your waiting cock.
My back bows with pleasure as you fill me completely, stretching me wide in an instant, not giving my tender tissues any time to adjust to your masterful invasion. You feel so good inside me, giving me exactly what I need from you.
Everything.
“Oooh,” I moan as you grip my ass hard and begin working me up and down your thick cock until my head falls back and I scream your name as I come undone.
You lift me up almost completely off your cock and slam me back down as you hammer up into me over and over again until I come a second time, my body clamping down on yours.
You ram into me once more then hold me down with our bodies joined tightly together as you rock me on you. My clit hits your pelvic bone as you grind up into me against a spot high inside until I shatter completely. My body squeezes and milks you until you empty into me; each splash of your hot seed against my inner walls sending another aftershock of pleasure shuddering through me, leaving me sagging against you as we enjoy the aftermath of our shared bliss.
Perfect in that moment… in our love for one another… you punished me and forgave my misbehavior; my world is complete and at peace.
We fall back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies still joined as we hold each other and drift to sleep.

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