Promises

When I slipped back into bed to wake my Master today, I was feeling a little mischievous.

With my usual action of grinding my ass fairly gently against his cock as I lay wrapped in his arms and his hands ran across my side and ass, I murmured "It's a shame the paddle is in the desk".
(The desk is of the old school variety, with 2 lids - something I want badly to utilise alongside the wooden meter ruler we have. It's covered in books and my poor paddle is trapped inside)

My Master agreed that it was a shame and said that there was always the bamboo cane... I said no slowly and he chuckled at me and gently pushed me enough that my ass was angled for him to spank it.

Sweet bliss... It's been too long since he gave me a spanking even as short as the one I had this morning. After his hand hit the centre of my ass just above my thighs, I told him I liked it when he spanked me in the middle.
My legs were bent enough so that his hand sent tremors through my pussy each time it landed against my flesh... Lovely...

When he pulled me onto my back so that so that he could tease my clit, I was desperate for him to land a few slaps across my pussy, to send more shocks through me, but sadly it wasn't to be.

A little more awake than usual, he spread a trail of kisses across my shoulder and neck, his stubble scratching me nicely. I kept pushing myself towards him, hoping that he would bite me.
Again this wasn't to be, I'm worried that I've turned him off from biting me as he used to love leaving dark bruises on my neck, but these are no good when I have work so I had to tell him to stop... But my shoulders and back are still fair game...

I always long for him to talk to me when he's playing with my clit, I want to be told I'm his dirty slut, his whore, his cunt to do with as he pleases... But the kisses were a nice start.

After I'd came, he moved from beside me to between my legs and thrust inside me.
He told me that it was ok for me to cling to him as he thrust faster and faster, I came again before he filled my pussy.

Afterwards, he asked me to bring him a drink; when I asked him if he wanted it brought upstairs or if he wanted it downstairs, he said I should bring it upstairs like a good girl.
I asked him "What if I'm not a good girl?"
He replied that he would have to use the bamboo cane. Then stated that he would use the cane anyway.

Shivers down my spine at that... Promises, promises...

And sadly no sight of the cane yet...