"Did you complete your story like you were supposed to?"
She stopped sucking only long enough to whisper "no, Sir".
"You do know that you will be punished. You know tonight I am going to spank you and then probably spank you some more."
Now, she knew she wasn't really in trouble. She had asked for extra time to complete the story and he had been generous enough to allow two more days. She also happens to know punishments are delivered separately from any type of sex.
He stopped her again, with an instruction to hand Him the switch and the fly swatter, both of which always stay tucked safely between the mattress and box spring on her side of the bed for use at a moment's notice. She scrambled out of the bed and retrieved both as He walked around the bed and stood next to her. Taking both from her hands, He bent her over the side of the bed, spread her legs, and delivered several stinging swats with the switch. She could feel her body responding, getting wetter and more desperate with each swat.
Her body had been screaming for His attention and affections. And it had also been far too long since feeling the sting of His implements. He knew exactly what her body was craving and His cock was rock-hard pressing against her from behind. With her face pressed into the mattress, she rocked up just slightly on tippy toes to make His access just a little bit easier.
After a few thrusts, the sting of the switch again cut across her backside. She's not one to enjoy pain just for the sake of pain, but this...this is what she really enjoys and it's not often that He spoils her in such a way. Spankings tend to be reserved for either punishment or maintenance. But oh how she love the dichotomy of two opposing forces when used together, the pain and the pleasure when it all melds into one.
The switch tends to be a bit unwieldy though, especially when bodies are so close. So He picked up the fly swatter and backed up behind her, leaving her hole aching and unfilled. Using the metal handle end of the swatter, He gave her ten slow methodical swats. Some of them landed across her ass, some of them traveling down to kiss the sensitive area just between her cheek and leg. Still bent over the bed, she reached for the pillow and pulled it under her face to muffle any noise.
Each swat stung but it was deeper pain, not like the surface sting of the switch. But the pain faded quickly as He spread her legs farther apart and worked Himself back inside. Now, the pillow muffled a different type of sound, but only for a few moments. He pulled out again, replacing the stroke of His cock with five more strokes of the fly swatter, faster than the ones before but equally painful. And then the relief flooded her as He filled her again. This went on several more times before He finally told her to get up on the bed.
Her backside was on fire as He climbed on top of her, pressing her tender flesh against the bed. But even that pain disappeared quickly.
As she laid there drifting off to sleep that night, feeling well used, sated, and content, she couldn't have been more thankful for everything He gave her that night. And she realized something in that moment. She may not always get what she wants, or even what she think she needs...
But that's part of what makes her truly appreciate the times that she does.