Story: She's Been a Bad Girl - Part 1

2025-01-14T20:10:32Z

She tells me that she's sorry, and she'll never do it again. She says she means it this time, but that's what she said last time.

"Take your clothes off and get on the bed." She begins to speak, to beg for forgiveness, but I hold up my hand to stop her. I needn't say anything else. She understands the situation.

She lifts her shirt and tosses it aside, then unlatches her bra and lets it drop. After pushing down her pants and underwear, lifting her feet free, she climbs onto the bed. She's on all fours in the center of the mattress.

"Tsk tsk tsk. No no, love. You've been bad. Really bad. You know what you need to get you straight again."

She nods in recognition, then rolls onto her back. She shimmies her body to the edge and lets her head drop, dangling off of the mattress.

"I told you that you need to be better." I slip my shirt over my head, throwing it behind me. "Not for me, but for you. You keep misbehaving." I undo my belt and whip it out of the loops on the waist of my pants. "Over and over again." I unbutton my pants and let them drop then grip the band of my boxers and pull them down. My hard cock recoils and bounces as the elastic bands pulls down over its head. I throw the boxers in the corner, then walk to the edge of the bed.

"You're lucky, you know," I say, "that I'm here to help you get better. To be better."

"Yes," she says. "I'm so lucky to have you, but please, I really am sorry. Really."

As I come to stand beside her head, I place an index finger against her lips. "Shhh now. Shhh." She gives a slight nod, her pleading eyes begging for forgiveness. I want to give her that, to forgive and forget, but I've forgiven far too much lately, and I will never forget.

I step forward, her head resting between my thighs. Straddling her face, I bend my knees and drop down as I reach one hand down to the back of her head. My fingers clasp in her hair. With my other hand, I push the shaft of my pulsing cock down. I press the head against her lips and she kisses it. I smile. "My sweet, sweet girl." She kisses it again. "No more kisses, love. No more delays, or it'll be worse for you. You understand that, don't you?" She nods, then opens her mouth.

I guide myself into her mouth. "There's a good girl." I push it deeper until I feel resistance. She's closed her throat. "Now, now. You don't want to be doing that." I pull my cock back slightly, then go forward again, but again her throat is closed to me. "I said open." She doesn't. She keeps her throat shut from me, and my smile fades.

I pull my hand away from my cock and reach it down with the other, all ten fingers locked into her hair. I pull her head up as I drop my weight onto her face. "I said open. Now." The pressure on the head of my penis, as it presses harder into a wall, intensifies, causing a whispering ***. I push her head back, then pull it back up. Again she's shut. "Oh, my love, I'll make you open. I'll make sure you learn your lesson."

I pull a hand back and move it to her face. I pinch her nose shut as my cock presses impatiently against the back of her mouth. She's still, holding her breath, but her need to breathe causes her throat to open. A gush of cool air swims inward along my shaft, and I pull her head upward as I sit my pelvis onto her face. My cock slips into her throat, then down.

Down.

"There it is. There you go, love. Now -- now you'll learn your lesson." I pull my hand from her nose, wrap my fingers back into her hair, and solidify my stance. She's got a lesson to learn, and I prepare myself to teach it to her.