A slap-happy master tames a naughty submissive by making her plush posterior a palette of pleasing pinks and racy reds.

Meeting my submissive was a pure stroke of luck. She rang my doorbell by mistake. Her friend had just moved into the building. It was her first time visiting, and she got the apartment numbers mixed up. Thinking her knock was my second partner for the evening, I opened the door wide, providing an unobstructed view of the woman trussed up on my couch.

I’ll never forget the look on her face as she took in the scene. Her cheeks had burned the prettiest shade of red. I remember wondering what other parts of her body might turn that color under the right conditions.

At the time, she got embarrassed and rushed off, tossing an apology over her shoulder as she hurried down the hall. It didn’t stop her from coming back, though. She turned up two days later with a bottle of wine and a proposition.

Now I’m her master, and she’s the lady tied up on my couch.

There was a learning curve involved, to be sure. Honestly, that’s one of my favorite things about beginners. I love showing someone new the ropes — both literally and figuratively.

Still, that means sometimes my orders aren’t obeyed the first time around, or even the second — or the 22nd. That’s OK, though. I like some spunk in my subs.

One thing my latest lady has particular trouble with is staying still while waiting to receive my orders. We had established upon her arrival at my apartment, she should strip her clothes off and kneel in the corner of the living room. Then after I greeted her, I’d lead her through that evening’s sensual activities.

Removing her clothes and waiting on her knees was the easy part. But once she was settled, her lusty imagination ran wild. I loved finding my sub already wet and ready to take my dick. However, I expected her to wait for my instructions before taking it upon herself to seek satisfaction. But she seemed to have a great deal of difficulty with that rule.

I will admit I eventually suspected she was acting out purely for the purpose of being punished. It didn’t take long for me to discover my sub adored a good spanking. She would lay there and take every crack of my palm like a champ, moaning her way through our scene until I could see the glossy juices of her arousal spreading all over her thighs.

But last night, she really pushed her luck. I hadn’t kept her waiting long, and yet she couldn’t seem to keep her hands from wandering.

“Arms at your sides,” I chided. Then I stooped low enough to brush my lips against her ear as I whispered, “No one touches your pussy but me.”

“Yes, my lord.”

A twinge of pleasure pulsed through my dick. I’d never tire of hearing her address me that way.

Although I projected a cold and steely persona, I didn’t actually expect my saucy sub to behave. Some dominants prize a girl who follows orders without question. But I prefer a woman who will push back on occasion and, damn, does my little lady deliver.

Of course, it wouldn’t do to let her know how much I enjoy her insubordination. But I only do so because I love punishing her. She pays dearly for her indiscretions, and then we both reap the erotic rewards.

Anyhow, that night as expected my favorite rule-breaker wouldn’t — or couldn’t — control herself. Her next glimmer of misbehavior was a simple twitch of her finger. Then I watched as she very slowly slid a hand up her thigh. Curious to see how far she would go, I didn’t say a damn thing until her fingertips caressed her slit.

That wouldn’t do. I dipped into a squat, so we were at eye level. Towering over a sub is one way to convey power, but I prefer to meet her gaze head-on when I’m making a point.

“I see my naughty girl came out to play tonight,” I drawled. “Tell me, beautiful, what do you think your punishment should be?”

She wiggled her fingers between her legs and said with a smirk, “Such things are not for me to decide, my lord.”

I took hold of her wrist and placed her hand back at her side.

“You just earned yourself a spanking, my pet. I think 15 swats ought to teach you a lesson.”

Wouldn’t you know it, the second I rose to my full height she moved her hand back to her mound. I caught her red-handed as her dainty fingertips snuck along the juncture of her thighs. She acted as though I wouldn’t immediately catch sight of her playing with her clit.

Pleased with the prospect of feeling her fleshy ass jiggle beneath my palm, I decided to up the ante. Taking great care to conceal my smile, I told her, “Do it again, and it’ll be 50.”

Of course, she didn’t heed my warning. Her willful disobedience was another thing I loved about her. That made it even more fun to mete out punishments that appealed to us both.

An impish smile lifted the corners of her luscious lips. Then she slipped her hand between her thighs, parted her swollen folds and dipped a finger inside her sex. I watched as her digit sank in deep, disappearing until her knuckle prevented any further progress.

“Enough!” I exclaimed loudly.

I walked over to the couch, stripped and sat in the center, arranging myself in the perfect position for an unruly sub to be draped over my lap.

“Come.”

This time, she did follow my command. She dropped the hand that was tucked between her thighs and stood. Her smile never faltered as she walked toward me. In fact, I’d say my sub looked downright gleeful.

And why wouldn’t she be? My little firecracker loves a good spanking. For her, pain and pleasure are inexorably entwined. And for me, her plush ass cheeks are an exquisite landing pad for my work-roughened palm.

In a nice change of pace, no further admonishments were required. She climbed right onto my lap and positioned herself over my thighs. That wasn’t her first rodeo — nor would it be her last. My girl knew exactly how to position her body to please her master. Her ass rose nice and high, precisely angled to accept my punishing palm.

Intent to keep my naughty girl off balance, I took my time limbering up, preparing myself for that satisfying moment when my palm would connect with her flesh. I rubbed my hands together, both to warm them and to expel some of the pent-up energy that had been building from the moment she first defied me.

Finally, I felt ready to deal with my submissive’s misbehavior. As always, I decided to start with a light smack on the cushioned center of one cheek. It serves as a nice warm-up for both of us. I held my fingers rigid and straight, mimicking the structure of a paddle. Then I pulled back and unleashed the first slap.

My cock twitched when my hand connected with her flesh and produced a lovely snapping sound that was music to my ears. It was a noise I would never tire of hearing.

I surveyed my handiwork. All it ever took was one good slap to make her porcelain skin turn a pretty shade of bright pink. I’d grown to love that color. Once, I even bought her a bouquet of flowers that matched it. The unexpected gesture inspired a fiery hue on her face. But as much as I liked those blushing cheeks, the ones that make up her heart-shaped heinie were much more irresistible to me.

Upon feeling my second slap, her thighs jerked and her legs fell open, revealing her molten pink center. Her swollen pussy lips were so coated in dew they glistened. Unable to resist, I let my next slap hit between her thighs. My fingers landed on her silky flesh with a wet thwack. Her slippery juices coated the tips of my fingers, which I then slid effortlessly along the length of her slit.

My digits were so thoroughly coated with her juices that my third slap left wet marks on the otherwise dry underside of her ass. I took a moment to stare at those. The moisture seemed to make her skin sparkle. Its thick, lubricious texture meant it stuck around through several more swats, serving as a reminder as to just how much my actions aroused her.

As I watched her supple ass cheeks jiggle from the force of each slap, my erection grew. It rose from my lap and poked at her soft belly, forcing me to readjust her position multiple times. As much as I wanted to sink my throbbing dick into her warm, wet depths, there was no way I was letting her off that easy. No, my naughty pixie would receive every slap she deserved.

As her punishment continued, my intensity increased considerably. Her flesh rippled enticingly under the force of my hand, like a still pond disrupted by a skipping stone. Each time the jiggling stopped, I spanked her again.

I rained slaps down on her sumptuous ass. But it wasn’t only her backside that was affected. Her thighs moved, too. I felt them twitching and shaking against my own legs, offering further evidence of the effect of her well-deserved punishment.

Her formerly pale behind turned a cherry red wherever my hand had landed. Her cheeks reminded me of peppermint candies, decorated with swirls of white and red.

I restrained myself from bending down and laying a kiss on her colorful cheeks. That would have to wait until later. I couldn’t sink my teeth into her — not yet, anyway. First, I had to deliver the remainder of her slaps.

After the first few swats I had begun alternating sides, never allowing my hand to land on the same spot twice in a row. The result was extraordinary — both cheeks glowed with the same pleasing shade.

Feeling mischievous, I decided I would change things up. I slapped her dead center, splaying my fingers so my hand came into contact with the underside of both cheeks at once. My fingertips sank into her pliant flesh on one side, while the heel of my hand made firm contact with the other. Somewhere in between, I felt her asscrack part beneath the weight of my palm. I repeated the process, taking aim at the same spot, but with more force.

That gave me a wicked idea; I suddenly had a new target in mind. I slid the side of my hand between her butt cheeks, brushing against her asshole and eliciting a happy yelp from her.

Knowing how much my lady loves having her asshole showered with attention, I even swirled the tip of my finger against her rear opening.

Much to my delight, the action made her shiver. My eyes greedily absorbed her quivering body — from the shimmy in her shoulders that traveled down to the dip in her back and ended right above her ass. It happened in a matter of seconds, but my brain processed it in slow motion, enabling me to observe every ripple and twitch as the sensations traveled down her spine.

I was having so much fun I decided the remainder of my slaps would land dead center on her ass. I focused all of my strength and attention on that one spot, so she’d remember her misbehavior every time she sat for the next few hours.

As we neared her final spank, her pussy was so wet her juices had started to transfer to my own thighs. The liquid slickened my skin, seemingly giving my squirmy sub more incentive to writhe around on my lap.

Wanting my last blow to count, I threw my free arm over her back, firmly holding her in place so she would feel the full force of my hand.

“This is to make sure you’ve learned your lesson,” I told her.

Then I brought my hand down on her cheeks with a powerful smack.

“Oh, yes,” she shouted. “I have, my lord.”

I looked down and briefly saw the outline of my hand visible on her skin before it faded into the surrounding

rosy flesh.

I’d originally planned to lay my sub on the couch and fuck her face to face, but then I realized I wanted to watch her blushing ass jiggle while I plowed her.

“All right, get up,” I commanded, bouncing my heels and shaking my lap to underscore my instructions.

“Get on your knees,” I told her.

She obeyed without question, shimmying off my lap and onto

the carpet.

“Excellent,” I said, my voice dripping with praise. “Now get on all fours.”

Though her eyes were cast down, I caught the smile playing on her lips as she no doubt knew what was next. But I still chastised her for taking her time by saying, “Don’t make me say it again.”

She arranged her body to take me doggy-style before the words had entirely left my lips. The promise of getting fucked was such an excellent motivator for her. If she didn’t get into position, she didn’t get my dick. It was that simple. One thing was for certain — at that point I knew she wanted my cock more than she wanted another spanking.

When she was ready for me, I rose from the couch and walked around to her backside. The ruddy color of her ass stood in stark contrast to the rest of her alabaster skin. It gave me a thrill just to look at her, knowing I’d left my mark.

I eased myself between her parted legs and took hold of her hips. She shivered when my thumbs sank into the tender flesh on her backside. Otherwise, she remained perfectly still, calmly waiting for me to guide her through the next step of our scene.

I leaned over and grabbed one of the condoms I’d tossed on the coffee table earlier. Unwilling to completely relinquish my hold on her, I tore the package open with my teeth and rolled the rubber onto my erection using just one hand.

Finally, I was ready to sink inside her. I pressed my thumbs into her cheeks again to hold her steady as I eased my dick into her pussy. After giving her a few seconds to adjust to my girth, I rocked my hips and buried myself inside her, all the way to the hilt.

She felt so hot, slick and snug; I couldn’t help groaning.

My sub has the tightest pussy. No matter how many times we fuck, it always feels like I might not fit upon first entering her channel. Then, miraculously her body opens up to me, welcoming me inside. I don’t know why, but that sensation always gives me thrill.

Every thrust of my cock inside her brought a new layer of sensation. Her inner muscles mercilessly massaged my shaft on every inward plunge, drawing me deeper inside in pursuit of our mutual pleasure.

Occasionally, I would drive into her tunnel with too much gusto, causing my pelvis to crash against her sensitive ass cheeks. She’d let out a charming hiss but didn’t protest. Always a trouper, my lady accepted everything I had to give. And judging by her exclamations of lust, I’d even say she enjoyed feeling that bit of extra pressure on her tender bottom. The slap, slap, slap of my body against hers was almost like she was getting spanked and fucked at the same time. Clearly, it was the best of both worlds for such a kinky girl.

Before long, my balls began to tingle. They grew tighter with every hitch of my hips, preparing themselves for my impending release. It would be impossible to last much longer because punishing her had been such intense foreplay for me.

I gripped my girl’s pillow-soft ass harder, likely leaving behind even more red marks. 

She didn’t seem to mind. Her moans were long and loud. They echoed around us, likely alerting the neighbors to our good time.

You know how I said her pussy was tight? When she came, it was more like a vise. If it weren’t for my hands’ ironclad hold on her ass, I might have found myself pushed out of her pussy at the sweetest moment of all. But I persevered because I knew how good her internal gripping felt. Having her walls quiver around my dick never failed to get me off, and that was exactly how I wanted to tumble over the edge.

Liquid pleasure gushed from her pussy. It coated my dick and seeped out onto her thighs. She was a beautiful, sloppy mess — just the way I like her.

With my cock fully embraced by her spasming snatch, I was helpless and finally surrendered to my own release. Her muscles continued to flutter against my dick, pushing me over the edge. Hot jizz gushed from my cockhead, filling her to the brim. My cream mixed with her copious fluids, allowing me to glide in and out of her pussy with ease until I was utterly spent.

I pulled out and admired the vision of her well-spanked ass and our combined juices leaking out of her snatch. My dear sub didn’t move until I gave her permission to stand.

Then while I remained slumped on the floor, she disappeared around the corner. When she returned a few minutes later, she held a wet washcloth, which she used to clean me up.

I adore my little brat and can’t wait for the next time she misbehaves.