Ouch! Stop that! I didn’t really mean ‘stop’, do it some more.
Oooooh that’s nice.
Saturday nights are never boring with my beloved Houseguest.
Even less so, when I’m guilty of some transgression.
After a few pints last night, I decided to drop by the fabulous Houseguest. Well, OK. Actually, I was summoned and told to be prompt.
So there I am on her doorstep, a little bit drunk and wondering what has her all feisty. Let me tell you that I sobered up pretty quick, when she opened the front door.
There was my beloved, dressed in a shiny black latex cat suit.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”
“Come in Robert, you naughty boy.”
“Yes, and stop dribbling.”
I would just like to point out that it’s only normal to salivate, when you are faced with a feast.
My transgression? To be spending too much time nattering on Twitter and not enough time eating Houseguest’s pussy!
I did try to remind her that she has OOD (Oral-On-Demand), but she was simply not listening. She informed me, as a good Houseguest, it was her duty to punish me and tame me. Yes, tame me!
Gentlemen, I honestly wanted to put up a fight, but I had no chance.
No chance at all.
“Lick my heels, Robert”. She was wearing 5 inch, Gucci black, patent leather peep toes. Truly, I was fucked. It was better to accept my delicious punishment.
Sending naughty pictures to girls on Twitter. Punishment: hot wax on my particulars.
Flirting with porn stars. Punishment: clamps on my nipples.
Bragging about my body. Punishment: eating pussy until my tongue falls off.
Oh baby, punish me some more. I’m really guilty of that!
So, have I learned my lesson? I’ve learned that with punishment like this, I must be naughty more often. I simply must spend more time on twitter!
I’m feeling totally tamed this morning.
Bad boys really do have all the fun.
How would you punish a naughty boy?
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