Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... admit it fully to herself. She had to punish him for calling her a slut, even if it was "his sweet slut". Truth was no defence; that it was true was what made it so embarrassing; a false statement can be laughed off, but a true one cannot.

She turned her head away from him, bent it down toward her shoulder and bit his hand, sinking her teeth into the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb. Once again, she did not quite break the skin, but the teeth marks were deeper than on his finger. He would have a severe bruise there for the next few days.

"I warned you to stop teasing me!" She tossed her head back, throwing her breasts forward, and stared belligerently into his eyes. She saw his expression mutate from angry immediately after the bite, to annoyed while he examined the injured hand, to amused. She was infuriated when she recognized the expression. On Monday, as she walked to her apartment, she had met a man walking his collie down the street. A small yorkie in the yard they were passing had run up to the fence yipping at the top of its tiny lungs. The collie had looked at that annoying little pooch with the same expression of amused contempt as David was giving her. She wanted to slap his smug face. She wanted him to grab her and take her. She wanted to scream "look at me, I'm naked" at the top of her lungs. She did not know what she wanted.

"You were warned that biting would be punished." David's soft voice was frightening. She would almost prefer him to yell at ...

... her. He was in such control of himself that she knew that the punishment would be only too appropriate.

"I don't care." She could not believe how petulant she sounded. "Anyway, I've no more clothing for you to remove." She pouted at him; she hadn't pouted like that since her mother refused to buy that expensive toy for her 11th birthday. "So there!" She felt like a child again. She needed relief from the feelings of arousal that had been flooding through her for the last couple of hours, and this childishness behaviour was giving that relief.

"Leila, I never told you that that was the proper punishment for biting. In fact, I distinctly told you that it was a special mild punishment, like being given probation for a first offence. No, you continue to bite, just like a bad little girl, so you will be punished like the naughty little girl you are." Leila already knew what his next words would be, yet somehow she was also certain that he would never say that. She held both ideas equally strongly and believed them both. "A naughty girl who continues being naughty requires a good old-fashioned spanking." Leila's eyes opened wide. He HAD said it.

"No!" That one syllable was uttered with the same petulant voice she had used at 11 years old, her lips pursed into the same girlish moue.

"Yes." Again that forceful, quiet, calm voice. Shivers ran down her spine. "You need to be spanked. And you know that the more you fight it, the worse it will be. Admit it, Leila, you know you ...