I remember you once asking me coquettishly what I’d do with a ‘naughty girl’.
I think it’s time for me to tell you.
Just remember, though: you asked.
The course of conduct would depend upon the girl herself, upon the nature of her sin. I don’t believe in having pre-determined responses at my fingertips, to dip into whenever required. I’m no computer. I open myself to the whims of spontaneity, to the winds of inspiration. My actions will be tailored to the individual, to her inimitable transgressions.
Let’s take you, for instance. How long has it been since you began provoking me with images of your body, since you first used your sly words to stoke the flames of my lust? How much pleasure have you taken from the havoc you’ve wrought in my mind and my body? You’ve even confessed how you’ve fantasised about my fantasies, how you’ve closed your eyes and pictured me stroking myself as I read your missives and gaze hungrily at your photographs. Have you any idea of how wonderfully excruciating it is, hearing how you’ve imagined me fantasising about entering you as I lie between your welcoming thighs, as you ride me like the conceited Queen of Bitches that you are, as I grip your hips from behind and pull you savagely onto my thick, voracious length.
Surely you’d agree that you deserve some form of reprimand for so many degenerate, torturous acts?
Oui?
Then I need to settle on how best to chastise you.
Firstly, I insist that you present yourself to me in black lingerie. I do enjoy the way you look in black. Black lingerie and nothing else … except for some elegant shoes: black patent leather, with very high heels. You’ll stand facing away from me, the palms of your hands flat against a tabletop or some other suitably solid surface … one that’s at waist height, so you’ll be leaning forward, your arse tilted towards me alluringly.
At that point, I’ll cross the room to stand behind you. I won’t touch you. Not yet. I’ll be close, though. Very close. Close enough for you to hear every minuscule movement I make; close enough to smell the warm scent of my aftershave, to feel the heat of my eager body.
“Put your arms behind your back,” I’ll say quietly. It won’t be a request, though, and nothing else will happen until you obey me, until you press the backs of your hands against the base of your spine. Only then will I take out the black silk scarf I’ll have placed in my pocket much earlier, using it to bind your wrists tightly together.
“Don’t turn around,” I’ll tell you. And while you stare at the wall in front of you, you’ll listen to the sounds of clothing being removed, hear each garment falling to the floor, knowing that when the sounds cease, I’ll be completely naked.
You’ll sense me crouching down behind you, and your face will glow with the knowledge that I’m admiring that exquisite arse you’ve teased me with so mercilessly from only a few inches away. Then you’ll feel my fingers hooking over the waistband of your panties; feel me slowly drawing them down your thighs. Then you’ll feel the kiss of my hands as I glide my palms over your soft, naked cheeks, exploring their texture, appreciating the way your muscles tauten and relax beneath my touch. And gradually, I’ll ease your cheeks apart, revealing the secrets of your sex to my cool, appraising gaze.
Don’t worry: I recognize my own weaknesses. I already know that I won’t want to wait before I run my fingertips over your smooth labia, before I seek out the glistening pearl nestling at the apex of your lips. I know that I’ll yearn to open you with my thumbs, to see just how wet you are inside. And I know that I’ll be desperate to press my mouth to your sex, so that I can kiss you, breathe in your intimate scent, taste the sharp sweetness of your musk.
Yet now that I pause to consider this route, it sounds a little too dedicated to your pleasure. And this is meant to be about your punishment, not your pleasure.
Not in the beginning, at least.
So instead, I think I’ll stand behind you, take my hard cock (and it will be so hard by now) in my hand, and press it against your arse. You’ll be permitted to feel the underside of my shaft against both of your taut cheeks as I slowly thrust back and forth. You won’t turn around, won’t move your palms from the surface of the table. You’ll simply stand there, and feel. Nothing more. And when I’m ready – when I’m ready – I’ll guide my cock down until it’s the upper surfaces of my shaft and my burnished glans that are pressed against the outside of your inflamed sex.
That’s when I’ll spank you for the first time. My palm will crash against the softness of your bare buttock with shocking abruptness. You’ll hear the crack of flesh against flesh, milliseconds before your nerve endings explode in white-hot sensation. Even as you recoil from the upsurge of feeling, my hand will come down against your stinging cheek again, fingers spread wide to intensify the impact.
And then again.
And again.
And again.
And as I’m spanking you, I’ll begin to thrust my cock against you once more, even more slowly now, so that your juices leave my shaft dripping, slick and shiny, so that my cockhead rubs maddeningly against your clitoris, along the full length of your cleft. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And all the time, the steady thwack of my palm, making your skin and the muscles beneath sparkle and burn. You’ve teased me for long enough now. Consider this remboursement. I’ll tease you until your entire body trembles. I’ll draw the pleasure out of your pores, make you perspire, make you ache, ache for me, ache for my cock. I’ll listen to your whimpers become moans become groans become cries become full-blooded screams, screams to be filled, to fucked.
“Fuck me now!” you’ll cry out, oblivious to who might hear you, not giving a damn if anyone does. “Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
‘Please’ won’t be nearly enough, though. No, no. You’ll have to beg before I’ll take you.
Because only when you’ve begged to have my cock inside you, will I open you with my hand and ease my thick shaft into the searing centre of you, fill you with every last inch I have to offer. And then I’ll free your swaying breasts from the confines of your brassiere, capture their softness in my hands, plunder them, feel your nipples bullet hard against my palms as I slowly fuck you.
Oh, yes.
And at some point, I’ll press you down against the table, so that your exposed breasts and your hard nipples are forced against the cold, smooth varnish, and then I’ll begin to thrust with real vigour, hard and fast, hard and fast, and you’ll feel my heavy balls swing against your clitoris over and over as I take my pleasure with you, from you.
Who knows? The thrusting of my cock might be sufficient to trigger your orgasm, but you’ll still have to lie there and know that I’m only interested in achieving my own. And when you feel my cock begin to tremble and throb inside you, you’ll know that I’m not going to pull out, not going to frantically stroke my gleaming shaft until I spray my come across your arse, across the brand I’ve left upon your trembling flesh. No. You’ll know that I’m going to hold tightly onto your hips, that I’m going to pull you hard against my final thrust as my seed surges deep, deep inside you…
So then. Now you have an idea of how I’d go about chastising a naughty girl, of how I’ll go about chastising you.
To begin with, anyway.
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Oh. my. god.
I am just about to get a whole lot naughtier… just in case
Absence certainly makes the heart grow fonder (and I wasn’t sure that was possible here)
I’m flattered, B - and delighted to have inspired to you to greater levels of naughtiness…
~EA
Welcome back!
Erm…
~EA
Merci… merci Monsieur
x
Avec plaisir, madame…
~EA
What a feast you have provided us with EA - I echo melliflous’ comment x
Thank you, Sensuelle…
~EA
Um..such talented, gorgeous, sensual words that leave your lips..it’s left me breathless.
Thank you, Charlotte. It was my pleasure to leave you breathless…
~EA
WHEW!
Delicious and delightful ~ what a tempting treat you have given us.
Thank you so very much and it IS nice to see you post.. even if you really aren’t back!
Thanks, Lea…
~EA
Incredible. I can imagine every sensation.
Just as I wanted you to, BG…
~EA
Mon Dieu! Can I get any more excited by the mere reading of your glorious words?
I think not.
I do hope you’ll inflict more of your delicious punishment upon us in the future…oh please…please…please!!!
Mmmmm, EA, Thank you, dear sir.
Elyse
I’ll see what I can do for you, Elyse…
~EA
I’m over the moon you are back EA! I’ve missed reading your words of pleasure dearly.
Not really back, BY - but it’s very nice to be missed…
~EA
Breathless, you’ve left me breathless…
I’m pleased. Thank you for sharing that with me…
~EA
…Is this an invitation to be naughty?
Even your punishments sound very pleasurable…
Yum Stuff.
Mr EA Man, you’re just too good.
x
Thank you, Nessy. And yes - please consider this an invitation to be as naughty as you like, as naughty as you can imagine…
~EA
can feel every touch of your hand…can feel your breath on my neck…..can i be a “very good”…naughty girl…please !!
Of course you can, Kimmie…
~EA
The wait was worth it…… Thank you again.
your dollops are like sweet candy…mmmmm
I’m delighted you think so, LiP…
~EA
I think one of my favourite parts of this piece is the simple repetition of three single words -
“And when I’m ready – when *I’m* ready –”
The measured control of your narrator oozes out from your phrases. Wonderous.
LadyP
Thank you, my lady…
~EA
Yup… I can see how that might work
You think? Hmmm…
~EA
summon my revenge state……
Really? Any particular reason?
~EA
Ummm…. delicious!!
I wonder if you are enjoying the control you have by leaving us unattended for weeks at a time so that we are all on burning heat when you slip back, unannounced, for a teasingly brief visit!! I love the images you’ve been posting on tunblr in the interim - and to connect Remboursement to them - yes I can imagine you stroking yourself as you posted the image dated Nov 4. If I close my eyes I can also imagine you laying back as I kneel over you, offering up my erect nub for your lips to caress….
Merci,
Mme L.L.L
You conjure some tantalising images of your own, Madame…
~EA
So tell me EA, would it shock you to know I’ve read this seven, eight, nine times, maybe more…and had an equal amount of orgasms, reading your beautiful words and losing myself in your imagery?
Are you surprised that I’m still hungry, and on edge, and wet, and wanting more? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted, though? Is this confession just ‘naughty’, or have I crossed into wicked?
Absolutely stunning. You, in every regard, are sorely missed.
Shock - no. Flatter - most definitely. Thank you for the lovely sentiments, mademoiselle…
~EA
Dripping wet EA, you leave us all in want to be the femme fatale under your hand.
Good…
~EA
You do know this provides no incentive to cease being naughty?
I’d hoped that would prove to be the case…
~EA
Typically, I arrive late for the party… welcome back, ~EA - you have been sorely missed.
You’ve missed no party, Ms H. Consider me a mirage, the type who drops by once in a while just as a reminder of things past…
~EA
My fantasies are always from my point of view–how his hands feel on my breasts, how much I want his cock inside me. I’ve never imagined his fantasies, how it feels from his point of view, and you’ve awakened a new fantasy world for me to explore. God, I can almost feel the coldness of the counter against my nipples as I read your words. Thank you so much.
I’m delighted to have been able to provide you with a new perspective to explore…
~EA
you need a good milking….
Hmmm…
~EA
Isn’t it high time for a new one!!!!!!!!!!
Greedy…
~EA
Long time no see, “easily aroused”. WOW, is that steamy. I’d love a very sexy Englishman to shag me up the arse, while fondling my tits and whispering “you sexy cunt” in my ear. Or some such. Thanks for inspiring me! Whew…. As I grow older, I grow sexier. I wonder when the world will notice? Perhaps they already have, some of them….
I’m sure more than a few already have, Linda…
~EA
Always for the good stuff
I’m flattered, madame. ‘Watch the skies’, as they sometimes say…
~EA
My goodness! How I would love to be chastised by you EA, you have exquisite tastes in delicious pain
I’m flattered that you think so, Minx…
~EA
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, EA. You never fail to completely incapacitate me with your haunting words. I am putty in your very capable hands. : )
And that’s an extremely haunting prospect, DD…
~EA
I thought i’d check.. just in case..
And yes! U came back..
I’m glad u came back!
I’m not really back yet, Raven - I just pop by occasionally. 2009 stands a chance of being a little different though…
~EA
Mmmm!
all i want for Christmas is an erotic narrative !!!
Subtle…
~EA
What a tantalising prospect you’re holding out EA!
….. and thank you for your recent Tumblr postings…. you are more than generous …
You’re very, very welcome, Sensuelle…
~EA
there is no time for subtleties….Santa is overbooked this time of year…and I’m not interested in offering any elves fellatio for line cuts !!!!
Fair enough…
~EA
I have been watching the skies….so far the only thing coming down is snow and rain…..So, shall we expect a Xmas gift?????
Were I a betting man, I’d put a good-sized stack of chips on the chances of you receiving one, Madame…
~EA
on my hands and knees waiting patiently for your arrival…i’ll read while you untie the ribbon….no batteries necessary for this Christmas toy.
As I promised…
Serious Play
~EA