A Naughty Girl's Lesson.

She had been naughty all week. Defiant at every turn yet we were unable to meet until the end of the week. We organised to meet at my home when I finish work.

I had been home less than 5 minutes before she arrived, a big hug to catch up on the week missed. As eager as we were to meet, I always unwind on a Friday watching my favourite TV show. She knows this full well and she knows she will get all the attention in the world as soon as I finish. Sitting back and relaxing as I load up Netflix, she glides over and sits besides me with a freshly made drink, not that I was asked if I wanted one..... Her head nestles into my shoulder as I wrap my hand around her shoulder. Her hand runs between my legs as she continues to talk, interrupting my show relentlessly.

Taking a deep breath I exhale slowly and pause my show. Taking careful note to check how long remains. 37 minutes and 24 seconds. I reach over to the storage between the chairs and pull out her personalised collar. All I say is “Collar.” Of all the defiance she may express there is one thing that is sacred. Knowing full well that when told, if she refuses to put the collar on there will be no punishment, no rewards and no cuddles or embracing that night.

Reluctantly yet obediently she draws her hair behind her head, allowing me to wrap the collar around her neck. “You’ve been naughty all week. I think it’s time for a lesson in patience.” Hooking the lead to the collar ring I lead her to the bedroom. “Onto the bed and lay down” I say with a stern voice. She hesitates and remains anchored. My hand swings through the air, a thundering sound as palm meets an arse cheek. “Onto the bed and lay down” I say again more forcefully than before, indicating my patience is wearing thin. She places her now red rump onto the mattress, swinging around and places her head on the pillow.

The bed dips to the side as I mount her thighs. She's unable to get up but attempts to undo the zip on my jeans. Grasping that wrist I place it above her head, fastening it firmly with the restraints attached to the bed. The restraints she's previously bruised herself trying to break free from. Reaching past her head to the headboard I pull back a large black lock with a metal cord, using it to connect the wrist cuff to bed restraint. Both hands pressed besides her head as I lean in. Lips closing in on hers, however as she leans up to kiss me in return I press against the bed and move further down the bed.

She feels the vibration of zipper lower. A warm breath can be felt on her pelvis as my lips are mere millimetres from her flesh. Slowly I draw down her pants, exposing those black lacy knickers she knows drives me wild. Her ankles now placed into the lower bed straps before I tug, she feels a jolt on all four limbs as I tighten each one. Now firmly restrained, pants fully removed I lean forward and whisper into her ear “You need a time out”. I pull from our bag of toys her Lush, a remote controlled vibrator.

Resisting the ultimate urge to have my way with her, mouth, hands, fingers, cock…. I lube up the Lush, the silicone toy spreads her lips as it gently slides all the way in. A quick press of the remote app on my phone and she jolts, moaning loudly. Turning it off as it was just a test I then firmly inform her, “I need to finish watching my show uninterrupted and you need to be quiet”. I fasted a gag and even though she resists she quickly gives up, knowing how much she likes it and being in a position she can't win anyway. I lean over to this new black lock she hasn’t see before, a bewildered look crosses her face as she hears beeps. Looking closer she can just make out illuminated numbers on the lock which displays ‘38 minutes’.

Sitting on the couch, now with my newly acquired drink and a Lush remote in my other hand. I start the Lush on low, even through the gag I can hear her from the next room. As I unwind watching my show my thumb rotates around the app, to mimic the movement as I would have around her clit if I was so inclined. I can hear moaning intensifying, I know she is wriggling in her restraints, her thighs rubbing against each other and twisting her hips. I’m familiar with her noises, I know when she's about to cum and that’s when I slow the pace. I hear the muffled moaning replaces with a frustrated grunt. I do this multiple times during the remainder of my show.

The final few minutes I turn it up, again I can imagine her squirming in the restraints, the Lush now lathered in her warm juices as the moans become louder and more rapid. I hear her cum, her body convulsing in the restraints as I lower the vibration. I hear her post coital sigh, I know full well her body just released and became relaxed…. only to turn the vibration up again. A little post-cum torture to teach her a lesson.

Her body would be tensing, skin turning white against the straps as she pulls upon them. Continuing again, increasing and decreasing the vibration until I hear the alarm of the timed lock, allowing her to release herself from the restraints. As the credits start rolling she hobbles out of my room, sits besides me with her head firmly placed into my shoulder again. My arm this time wraps around her with a blanket. “Learnt our lesson have we?”