She stood in front of me, all of five foot the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her puffy light brown nipples hardened as I lightly grazed her inner thighs, sliding my hand up just above her knees. She slightly sighed as I stopped from going any further. I reached behind her, my face level with the soft area just below her rib cage where it slightly concaves with every breath she takes. She gasps as I firmly grip her backside.“Who does this belong to?” I ask.“You,” she promptly replies.“Bonne fille. And this?” I pull her closer with one hand to where her body is inches from my face. I put my hand up in between her legs and with the outside of my index finger, gently rub her smooth mound. “Who does this belong to?”“It belongs to you.”“What? Say it, again!” I give one quick smack to her izmir rus escort bayan buttocks.“You sir, it belongs to you. You own all of me.”“Good.” I lift my index finger to push against her wetness while looking up into her eyes. “My kitten has been acting very naughty, hasn’t she?”She nods.“Playing without Master’s permission is not permitted,” I say as I tease her, rubbing lightly around her pussy. “Or is it?” I stop.“No, Mr. J, it is not.” She moans.“You like that, don’t you?” She begins to buck her hips. “Fuck, you’re so horny!”She whimpers lightly as I yank her leash bringing her down to her knees. I lift her chin so she can look into my eyes. I run my thumb across her bottom lip.“Come here,” I say as I lift her up and lay her across one knee, escort izmir otele gelen her behind sticking out in between my legs. “Such a bad little kitten. Now you need to be punished.”She turns her face to the side as she lay on the sofa beside me and grips onto the cushion below her. I rub her bottom slowly before raising my arm away from her and swiftly bringing it back to connect my open palm to her bare ass. She loudly gasps.“Count,” I demand.“One,” she says.I rub her ass in between each spanking, keeping her tense.“Do you know why you are being punished?” I ask. Smack.“Two! Yes, master. I know,” she says.“Tell me, little one.” My hand stinging from the strikes. Smack.“Three. I was misbehaving.”Smack.“How?”“Four.” She moans, wriggling buca escort in my lap. “I was playing without permission.”“Playing? With what?”“With my pussy!” She braces herself.Smack!“With what?!” I ask again.“Five!” She winces. “With Master’s pussy.”“That’s right. Kitten needs to ask for Master’s permission before she touches HIS pussy. You understand?”“Yes, sir.”“Good, keep counting.”Smack.“Six.” She groans as I am sliding my hand up under her to squeeze her left breast. Pinching and pulling at her nipple. She rolls over to her side.“Stay where you are!” I push her back onto her stomach.Smack.“I want to see all of your beautiful ass,” I say as I see prints of my hand begin to form.“Seven.”Smack.“Eight,” she says, now rocking her hips side to side, gently pushing up against my growing member.Smack.“Nine.”Smack.“Ten,” she says and finally relaxes her body. Both of her cheeks are dark red now from my alternative spanking.My fingers finding their way to her wet hole, I tease the opening before inserting one slowly and deeply. She breathes heavily.“Is this what you wanted? You wanted your Master to please you?” I ask.