A funny thing happened last night while I was making love to my girlfriend. I was going down on Jenn, and feeling a little frisky, so I decided to bite her inner thighs. Now, this is an activity that I’ve done before, and Jenn loves it. It turns her on and can often bring on an orgasm for her.
I guess I was feeling extra-frisky, because I bit a fair bit harder than I usually do. In fact, I downright chomped on her inner thigh. Oops. I don’t know if you know this, but the inner thighs are extremely sensitive and a gentle bite can be searing pain to certain people. Jenn’s a masochist, when she’s in the mood to be, so she can take more pain than the average person. Still, I must have bit her much too hard, because she then did something she’s never done before. In fact, it’s something we’ve never talked about.
She pulled me out of her crotch by the hair of my head, pulled my head back, and slapped me.
I was shocked and stunned. For a moment I just froze with my mouth hanging open. I just couldn’t believe what had just happened. She didn’t hit me hard, and my face didn’t hurt, other than a slight sting in my cheek.
Then my brain came back to life and I was flooded with an odd mix of feelings. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t sad. I was a little aghast at her nerve, and a little miffed that she could lose control like that, but the number one thought in my head was……
Jenn also looked completely astounded. Her eyes went wide with fear and apology, and she cried ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, I wasn’t thinking, please forgive me. Don’t be mad, please. I’ll do anything to make it up to you, Ronni!’
‘Anything?’ My voice was quiet and low, yet commanding.
'Anything,’ she pleaded.
My next words surprised even me. ‘Then let me slap you back,’ I said.
Jenn’s eyes went even wider. Like me, this wasn’t an activity she’d ever agreed to do. But, she really wanted to make it up to me. ‘OK, Mistress Veronica,’ she whispered.
I knelt up, grabbed her by her hair with one hand, and slapped her cheek with the other. As I heard the crack! across her cheek, my nipples got hard and my pussy got wetter. Crack! I hit her again. I hit her again and again and again, and with each slap I got increasingly horny. I didn’t give her time to catch her breath in between slaps. I just pulled her hair harder and slapped each cheek repeatedly.
Now, just so you recall, Jenn has a safeword, both verbal and visual. She didn’t use it. Which means that she didn’t need me to stop at any point, regardless of how she felt about it.
Finally, I threw her back down on the bed. She lay with her eyes closed, her chest heaving and her mouth open. So naturally, I sat on her face. I was ready to burst and I needed that little brat to get me off. I rode her face like a toy horse, occasionally twisting and pulling on tufts of hair. I ground myself against her lips and tongue until I came viciously, screaming at the ceiling.
Then I told her that for punishment, she wasn’t allowed to come for the rest of the night, not even via masturbation. I guess she still felt guilty, because all she did was nod and say ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jenn so docile and submissive before.
I like it. I think I’ll slap her around some more in the future.
I’m making myself blush again. How the heck did I turn into such a kinky bitch? I’m supposed to be a mousy good girl, like on my website