The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl (7 page)

Sir pushed her towards the bed, smacking her
flank as she hurried to move into position. For a moment, Babygirl
thought about the freshly washed sheets and considered grabbing a
towel, but Sir’s tone left no room for deviation from his
instructions.
The sheets can be washed again
, she
decided.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Babygirl
crawled forward, swaying her hips and exaggerating her movements.
She hoped she came across as seductive and not ridiculous. Turning
her head slightly, she glanced at Sir’s face. His look betrayed
none of the swirling emotions beneath the surface, but his eyes
never left her body.

Lowering her head, Babygirl spread her knees
and arched her back slightly. Sir now had a full view of both her
holes. The breeze from the ceiling fan felt cool across her wet
pussy. She was fully exposed in this position. She shifted her
weight slightly.

“Do your knees hurt, Babygirl?” asked Sir,
referring to recent knee pain she’d experienced after a hard
workout with concern in his voice.

“No, Sir. I’m fine.”

“Good. Then don’t fucking move, girl.”

Sir stood a few feet back from the bed,
watching his girl. He knew she had no idea how beautiful she was to
him. He loved her full ass, round and firm, but still soft as silk.
He could stare at her legs all day – muscular calves, fleshy
thighs, and God, what a pair of fuck-me heels could do to them. In
her position on the bed, he watched her breasts swing like
pendulums. He loved how they felt in his hand. Every time she
disparaged some part of her body, he seethed with anger. He often
wished he could go back in time and beat the hell out of whoever
had made Babygirl hate her own body. He knew the only answer now
was to remind her every day of her beauty until she finally saw
it.

Smiling to himself, he thought of how he
would remind her today. Sir walked to the bed and stood directly
behind her. He reached out and stroked her hip, trailing his
fingers across each round globe. Babygirl jumped slightly at his
touch. Sir smacked her bottom lightly in warning. Burying her face
in her arms on the bed, Babygirl stopped moving. She was still a
bit uncertain, but that didn’t stop her core from roiling with
desire.

“Babygirl,” Sir began, “I’m going to spank
your ass red. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hard. You
will be used the way you want to be tonight. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I
understand.”

“What’s your safeword, baby?”

“It’s ‘red,’ Sir.”

“Good. Use it if you need to. Now, remember
to count, and if you lose count, I’ll just begin again.”

Babygirl nodded her understanding. She hoped
she could take everything Sir had to give her tonight. She knew she
needed the spanking that was coming. She didn’t understand the
need, but she recognized it and embraced it. She sensed his
presence at the edge of the bed. She heard the movement of his arm
swinging back. Still, she was unprepared for the impact on her
flesh.

SMACK!

“Ah! One, Sir!”

SMACK! SMACK! His hands fell quick and hard
against her flesh.

Two, three!!!” Babygirl shrieked. Sir was
starting out faster and harder than normal. She could already feel
her bottom becoming warm.

Sir ran his hands over her pink skin,
kneading the sore spot. Babygirl’s back arched slightly as she
purred in pleasure.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Blows landed on
each cheek in quick succession.

“Four. Five! Six! SEVEN!” screamed Babygirl.
She could feel tears welling up from deep down. Oh God, she hurt.
This hurt so bad. Would she have to use her safeword?

Sir rubbed her sore bottom, knowing he was
pushing his sweet girl hard. He wanted to get her past the
emotional wall. She needed to be brought to tears and quickly. He
wondered if she could take the last little bit or if she would use
her safeword.

SMACK!

“Ahhhh, eight!”

SMACK!

“Aieeeeeee! Nine!”

SMACK!

“Ten, oh God, ten!! No more, please, please!”
cried Babygirl, collapsing into the bed, sobbing as if her heart
would break.

Sir knelt on the bed and wrapped his arms
around Babygirl. Making nonsense sounds, he held her against his
chest, rocking back and forth. Burying her face in his chest,
Babygirl heaved great sobs, tears pouring from her. Sir stroked
Babygirl’s hair and squeezed her tight against him.

After several minutes, Babygirl’s sobs turned
to hiccups. She nuzzled Sir’s neck and mumbled, “Thank you,
Sir.”

“Oh, you’re very welcome, Babygirl,”
whispered Sir into her hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmm, relaxed, Sir, very relaxed.”

“Good. Now, get back into position. I’m not
done with you yet.”

Sir let go of Babygirl and stood back up.
Trembling, she rolled over onto her knees and back into position.
She felt the sting from her spanking and the heat radiating off of
her. A sense of peace washed over her as all negative emotions
vanished.

Sir left her in position, moving across the
room to disrobe. He wanted to feel Babygirl’s skin against his own.
Walking up behind her, he admired his handiwork, a full handprint
still visible on her pale flesh. He knew after such an emotional
moment that Babygirl’s body was flooded with endorphins, even as
her muscles completely relaxed. He wanted her to simply feel and
not think for the rest of the evening.

The bed shifted when Sir knelt behind her.
Babygirl gasped when she felt his teeth sink into the fleshy part
of her ass. She began to squeal and squirm as he clamped down.
Screaming in pain and desire, she thought she couldn’t bear the
pain one more moment. Sir stopped abruptly, licked and sucking in
the spot where moments before his teeth claimed her. Babygirl
moaned as his tongue soothed her body.

“That’ll leave a mark.” He didn’t hide the
satisfaction in his voice. “You’re mine, girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” Babygirl groaned into the
blanket. Her mind was blissfully blank.

Sir’s hand stroked her ass and the backs of
her thighs before moving to her pussy, swollen and damp. His
fingers parted her lips as he pressed into her. She was soaked. He
grinned to himself. How well he knew his little slut.

Gripping his fully erect cock in one hand, he
leaned forward, rubbing the tip against Babygirl’s pussy. She began
to moan and gyrate her hips against him, wordlessly begging for
more. He gripped her hip with his free hand and pushed into her wet
center.

Oh God, he loved the feeling of her warm core
wrapped around him, squeezing. Slowly, Sir began to thrust in and
out, his hands crushing her hips, sure to leave bruises. The wetter
she became, the deeper he went, the more animalistic he felt. He
began to pump into Babygirl harder and faster, spurred on as she
cried out in pleasure.

Grunting and growling, he wrapped his hand in
her long brown hair and pulled. Babygirl’s head snapped back as she
screamed at the pain and pleasure of his hold. Sir reached around
and gripped her left breast with his other hand, squeezing as hard
as he could. He pulled Babygirl up, leaving causing her hips and
back to arch. She screamed and cried out.

“Oh, God, oh GOD! Please fuck me. Fuck me!
FUCK ME!!!”

“You like that, you little fucking slut?”
growled Sir. He released Babygirl’s breast and wrapped his hand
lightly around her throat, not to cut off her breath but to remind
her to whom she belonged. Her breathing immediately changed,
becoming shallower, as she melted against him. He felt her body
change as she finally gave over complete control to him.

Spurred on by her submissiveness, Sir fucked
her harder and faster. He felt his orgasm building deep within him.
His balls tightened. He wanted Babygirl to climax with him.

“Touch your fucking pussy! Touch your
clit!”

Babygirl’s hand reached down to find the
swollen nub of flesh. The moment she touched herself, she cried
out. Her body was on fire. She thought she would erupt at any
moment. Her pussy was soaked, and her fingers flew around her
clitoris, faster and faster, matching the speed of Sir’s
thrusts.

Her cries became keening wails as she came
closer to orgasm. Sir’s grip on her throat tightened until she had
to choose between screaming or breathing. He could feel her pussy
beginning to spasm around his shaft.

“Don’t you fucking cum, yet, slut,” Sir
hissed into her ear. “Don’t stop, but don’t you fucking cum.”

His grip relaxed slightly, and Babygirl
gulped great gasps of air. She began to shriek and squeal,
terrified of climaxing without permission. Sir’s grip in her hair
tightened until tears poured down her cheek. Her pussy was on fire
with need and still he pumped in and out, faster and faster. Their
bodies were slick with sweat.

“Cum, you fucking slut! Cum now!” Sir’s roar
filled the room.

Just as her pussy tightened and gripped his
cock, Sir let himself go. Hot jets of come shot from his body. His
body went rigid at the force of his orgasm. He growled into her
shoulder, his head falling from the exertion as she cried out in
pleasure. He felt her squirt and gush, her hot juices running down
her thighs and his.

Gasping for breath, Sir held her against him,
his cock slowly softening inside of her. Babygirl squeezed his
shaft gently, milking him. Each time, he felt her muscles tighten
around him, he gasped quietly. He knew she enjoyed doing that to
him. Finally, ready to take back control, he bit her shoulder, hard
enough to make her cry out but not enough to leave a mark.

“Be still, girl,” he ordered. “Let me catch
my breath.”

Babygirl giggled. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.
I needed that.”

“We both did, Babygirl. And you’re
welcome.”

Without letting go of Babygirl, Sir removed
himself from her hot, sticky center. Looking down at the bed, he
saw the wet spot from his gushing girl and smiled to himself. He
pulled them both down onto the bed, Babygirl’s back snuggled into
his chest. He stroked her nipples, her arms, her stomach, anywhere
his hands could reach.

“Ok, Babygirl, now tell me all about this
no-good, rotten day you had.”

"Did you edge yourself like I told you to,
Babygirl?" Sir’s voice held the tone of a man who already knew the
answer to his question.

She swallowed hard. Silence hung between them
for a few moments. Gripping the phone tightly, she squeezed her
eyes shut as she answered.

"No, Sir. I'm so sorry! I forgot. We came
home and everything was just crazy and...and I'm sorry, Sir!"
Babygirl’s words came out in a jumbled mess. This was not the first
time she’d forgotten a task. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t
remember to do the things Sir asked of her.

Babygirl wanted to cry. What would her
punishment be?
Please don't let it be corner time, please don’t
let it be corner time
, she thought to herself.

Sir practically growled in her ear."You will
edge yourself three times this evening before I arrive, girl."

Babygirl perked up a bit. She enjoyed edging
herself, the masochist within her loving the ache caused by orgasm
denial. Since Sir was coming over to her place tonight, she was
sure she'd find relief eventually.

While getting ready for her evening with Sir,
Babygirl dutifully edged, bringing herself to the brink and backing
off just before she came. The final time, she stood in front of her
bedroom mirror and watched her hand stroke her pussy and her
fingers caress her clit. She shivered in delight at the denial of
much needed release. Her clitoris ached and throbbed; her nipples
hardened.

The doorbell rang. Babygirl ran to answer the
door, stopping to collect herself before opening it. Pulling the
door open, she smiled knowing the picture she presented for Sir.
Dressed in a men's dress shirt, only the button below her breasts
fastened, she knew she was sexy – at least she hoped Sir thought
she was sexy.

Sir's eyebrows rose as he looked at Babygirl.
Surprised to find her this way, the only sign he gave of his
pleasure was a low rumbling growl that seemed to emanate directly
from his chest. His eyes quickly took in all of her, appraising
every inch of her body. He knew the silky softness of the breasts
peeking out at him. He could remember the feel of her dark pink
nipples in his mouth. Without checking, he knew her pussy would be
soft and smooth for him, as well her long, shapely legs. Even her
toes were beautiful, her nails painted a dark purple - his
Babygirl.

Blushing under his scrutiny, Babygirl looked
down at her feet, fidgeting a little.

"You look delicious, Babygirl.”

"Thank you, Sir." She blushed at the
compliment.

Sir wrapped his arms in a tight embrace
around Babygirl, molding her body to his. She could feel his desire
pressing against her stomach. As they kissed, she rubbed her body
against his, moaning low at the back of her throat.

"Is my girl feeling a little needy right
now

"Mmmmmm, yes, Sir. I need you, Sir,"
whimpered Babygirl.

With one swift motion, Sir grabbed Babygirl's
hand and led her into the bedroom. She smiled to herself, happy
that he seemed impatient for her. He lowered himself on her bed,
pulling her down with him.

Sir spoke to her in gruff voice. "Lean
against me, Babygirl."

She leaned back into Sir's chest, giggling
and wriggling like a puppy. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her
legs wide apart, fully exposing her pussy. Still wet from earlier,
the cold air on her lips made her gasp. Sir chuckled behind
her.

"Anything wrong, Babygirl?"

"Um...no, no Sir."

Babygirl stuttered and stammered as she felt
Sir unbutton her shirt, leaving her chest completely exposed.
Whimpering, Babygirl arched her back a bit, pushing her breasts
forward, wordlessly begging to be touched. Sir growled low in his
throat.