oh, yes, you knew I would do it, I brought up my feet, near my ass cheeks, knees up, spreading myself to him, and rested that arm, the left one not holding the cigarette, on my left knee. My right arm, the one with the length of cigarette and holder at the end, I lifted and tossed back along the upper windshield, glamorously. What did he want to do to me now, I wondered. Would he be working his bone right now? Would he be wondering how tight and velvety soft I was inside? Did he want to slap me, to pinch and bite my bratty nipples, for teasing him?
Posing there for him with my active imagination in jitters, I grew so hot and creamy I didn't hear something I should never have missed. My Lord creeping down the walkway...
[Now for part 2:]
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"What are you doing?" came the rumble of his masterly voice. It was right near my ear. I started. And felt the rosy rings around my nipples turn into constellations of gooseflesh. Other than that, I did not move. I love the feeling of being open to my master. I love when he has access to every soft spot, every nerve, and I have no idea how he will come at me or where he will attack. Of course, my first guilty feeling when he asked what I was doing was about my spreading my pink pussy brazenly, outdoors, sitting on a car in my driveway, showing sugar to the neighbor. My next thought was that my Lord might actually punish me in front of the neighbor. At first I was humiliated, but slowly the impact of that image started to tumble and swell in my cunt -- my wicked imagination can turn anything! It was only when I went to inhale, to mute my nervousness, and my Lord grabbed me by the hair with one hand and gripped my wrist tightly with the other, that I realized he had been talking about my delicious, I mean evil, habit.
Smoking. In a split second, I read his body language. This chill in his voice and brute power in his hands were all about the smoking. He was unaware of the neighbor at all.
"I just…" But what could I say, caught dead to rights?
"Give me that," he snarled, easily wresting the cigarette holder from my pinned hand.
"Don't move," he grunted. I froze, still leaning back on the car hood, legs still open, the neighbor, I saw from the faintest cigarette glow, still watching. Lord Bryant bent over with the cigarette, still in its holder, maybe to daub it out on the driveway. Then his head popped up over the fender and he bent over me again: "I should put it out on your tits," he said.
"No, my Lord," I gasped. "That would leave marks." I was trying to play that card because we had boundaries around permanent marks. He held the lit cigarette over my right breast. I could see that he was angry. Really angry. "Please, don't," I whispered meekly. He didn't move. I didn't move. (I do trust him after all.) I watched the ash at the tip of the cigarette as it hung a few inches above my breast. Its fluffy darkness grew. And grew. And grew. Until finally, it fell, splattering the delicate, pink skin around my nipple with sharp stings of extreme heat. I did not twitch or move to defend my breast. I knew this would not leave marks and that I had to just take it. In the back of my mind, I felt the neighbor's presence, watching, breathing heavily, growing harder. Shamefully -- in a yummy way -- I knew I was wet for the same reason.
"You're lucky I'm a good dom," my Lord reminded me.
"Yes, my Lord." If I was luckier, that would be the end of my punishment.
I was not.
My Lord made a nod with his head accompanied by "get down here." But before I could react, he pulled on my arm while he wrapped his other strong arm around my middle and dragged me, my ass grabbing like an eraser across the hood and down over the fender of the car. Just as manfully, he spun me around so my backside faced him and he pushed me forward so that my tummy was pushed against the fender and I was lying bent over with my face pressed into the hood.
"Spread your legs and present your ass to me," he said. "And don't say a word, or else."When I spread my legs, I could feel how shamelessly wet I was. I arched and pushed my ass out for his whipping pleasure. At first he spanked me with his open hand. Each stroke was measured, slow, precisely placed, and hard. Each stroke shook my pussy loose and released more of my wetness. My ass heated up quickly, my clit grew swollen with hunger, my breasts hurt as the power of my Lord's blows mashed them against the car's cool metal. In all this overload of sensation, I'd almost forgotten that my neighbor was likely watching me. From his perfect vantage point he could see my perfect submission, my humiliation. He could see my ass recoil at the blows and my body jerk up over the car hood. He might even guess how the abrasion of each jerk burned the skin of my breasts and tummy. Was he watching, rapt? Was he stroking himself ever so slowly? Was he jerking wildly, about to cum?
Just as I thought I might cum myself, my Lord yanked me up and spun me around. My punishment over, so I thought.
"What have I told you about smoking?" he grilled me.
"I'm sorry," I said. But he knows I'm not. And that makes him angrier.
"Answer my question! What have I told you about smoking?"
"It's bad for my health, my Lord."
"And?"
"Disgusting."
"And?"
"And…and dirty, my Lord." I was reaching now. I was wishing he'd just tell me what to say. He slapped the tips of my breasts a whole flurry of small slaps and as my nipples burned, I blurted out entire American Cancer Society commercials. None of it was what he wanted to hear. He surely made my breasts suffer for my poor memory.
Yet, my nasty mind still found time to wonder how much my neighbor could see and hear of my chastisement. Could he see my hard nipples duck when my Lord's fingers slapped across them? Could he hear just the tones to catch me verbally squirming and stumbling over myself in vain attempts to assuage my Lord? Or could he hear the words? Did he know I was being punished for all that beauty I gave him. For our mutual vice? The languid, melancholy bygone movie star and her sad, beautiful flirtations with death? Was he concurring -- slap the titties off that hot, sultry icon; turn her red with shame? Or was he thinking, she is suffering for me, too, for our mutual sin. I loved that I was naked and the neighbor could see me, full frontal, being punished. And oh, my forgiving fellow addicts, I will tell you what I wouldn't tell my Lord: every one of these dirty little imaginings made me hornier than a she-cat and the heat between my legs more thick and frothy.
"I'll make you remember!" my Lord was growling through gritted teeth.
Again he spun me around and tossed my bare, sweaty skin over the metal. This time, the grip, chafe, and tug of the car's metal burned my breasts like a bad rub burn. I worried it would burn the skin off. But suddenly I realized, I had bigger things to worry about. From behind me I heard the clink of metal and the sound of my Lord's belt snapping angrily through the belt loops.
He just launched into me then without so much as a warning. My ass had been warmed to such sensitivity that it took no time for the pain to become searing and nearly unbearable. I started crying then, silently, of course, but wetly. It was all over my face.
"What did I tell you about smoking?" he kept demanding from behind me, but I was slipping quickly beyond the point of language.
When he lifted me off the car and turned me around to face him, I was a blubbering, shuddering mess. My shudders forced my tits to quiver and that in turn made them burn. I can be a pain pig at times, but I was really relieved this time to see him put his belt back on. My Lord knows my limits better than I do.
"I'll tell you what I've said about smoking," he shouted at me. I was sure our neighbor could hear. "I've said it disrespects you, and worse, it disrespects me."
I had forgotten that. I wanted to say how sorry I was and make promises we both knew I'd never keep, but I just couldn't get the words out around my tongue and lips. He moved in then and held me for awhile. A good long while. In fact, the insatiable exhibitionist inside me started worrying that the neighbor would get bored and go away. If there was any more to this punishment, I wanted him to be watching every last drop. My Lord held me for so long I had just decided the punishment was over, when he backed off and pushed me back against the car.
"You OK?" he asked me.I only nodded. I was convinced my lips and tongue had turned to rubber.
"You want to smoke?" he said.
"No," I said obediently.
"I'll let you smoke," he growled. "I'll show you how to smoke from now on."
I looked at him, incredulous.
"Get back up on the car the way you were when I came out here."
I just stared.
"Do it!"
I jumped. When I landed my behind on the fender, I yelped from the pain. Oh, god, I remember thinking, this is going to be a long healing process.
"No, up there," he said, pointing to the crest of the hood where I'd been showing off to the neighbor. That seemed like years before. The freshness of it; the excitement. I wondered what the neighbor was thinking or doing now. Was he as curious as me about what my Lord intended to do?
I got up there and leaned back. The good part about my Lord landing his belt blows only on my ass was that my back was free to take some weight and I took advantage, pushing against the windshield with my upper back to relieve my ass. I started to bring my feet up, too. If he let me do that, I could almost completely take the weight off my aching bottom.
"That's right," my Lord told me. "I want you just the way you were when I caught you here." He tapped at my feet. "Pussy open," he said.
I widened my legs. When I felt the smack of cool air, I knew my cunt was fully opened. He would be pleased. (And I'm guessing, so would the neighbor.)
"Leaning back just like that," he said as he cupped his hand on my sore breast and gently pushed my back against the windshield.
Next he produced the pack of cigarettes and lighter I keep stashed in my underwear drawer (and I thought I'd pulled that over on him -- oops).
Very dramatically, and -- hell, I have to say it, sexily -- he proceeded to put the cigarette to his lips and light it.
[To be continued...]
