What’s for dinner?_(1)

“Mmm… Papi… ¿No quieres jugar conmigo un poco? Won’t you play with me just a little? Pleeeease??” She begged me to play with her with her big, teasing brown eyes. How could I resist such a seductive request? I stood there for a second just to look at her crawling on the bed towards me. Her long, thick brown hair stretching down her back while some fell off her shoulder in front of her. She’d been stripped down to her underwear by yours truly. Her big eyes staring up at me with her big lips smirking in a seductive, “Cat got your tongue?” smile. Taking in enough of her seductive beauty, I walk back to the bed as she sits up almost like an excited puppy. I thought it was kind of cute, so I chuckled a bit and she scolded me. My face went very serious then as I put my leg on the bed, reached over, and snatched her hair, bringing her face close to mine. Her slight whimpering made me chuckle. “Who’s your master, girl?” I asked with a strong dominance in my voice. “You, sir.” She replied obediently as I smirked a bit more. “And who’s my little toy??” “Me, sir.” This made a big smile go across my face. “And WHO are YOU to scold ME??” “No one, sir. I’m sorry.” My face got very serious as I pulled her ear to my lips. “Do you think you deserve to be punished for what you did, Mia?” She moaned a very long, high pitched “Yesss Ssssssirr” in my ear, almost as if she were desperate to receive my punishment.

I let go of her hair, backed away from the bed, and instructed her to stand in front of the bed with her hands on the sheets and ass right in front of me. I grabbed the bandanna off of the night post beside the headboard and walked back to her. I bent over her back and tied the cloth around the back of her head, covering her eyes. “Who’s a bad girl, Mia?” I heard a long, reluctant moan as I walked away to the closet. “Meeeeee.” I don’t think I’ve ever grinned so wildly.” Disappointed that I couldn’t find the belt or the whip, I walked back deciding to just use my hand. I was a bit pissed now, and being a masochist, I was more than prepared to take a bit out on her. *SMAAAACK* Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five. She was moaning uncontrollably. “That’s weird,” I thought “It usually takes way more to get her like this. Was she already horny?” She was still moaning when I grabbed her by the hair and led her to the ground to sit on her knees in front of me.