"That is certainly a very bad girl," agreed Patrick. He sat up a little in the chair. "We shall have to punish you very severely for that."

"Yes, sir, you must," Sylvia gasped, her fingers now opening the top button of her blouse and slipping wantonly in to pinch her hard nipples.

"Take my shoes and socks off," Patrick ordered.

Willingly Sylvia came forward, knelt at his feet and slipped his casuals off. Then she took his socks off and toned them aside.

"My shin, girl," Patrick ordered.

"Oh, yes, sir," Sylvia whispered.

Slowly she worked her hands up his strong body, running them over the stiff cock-bulge in his pants, then over his chest until she was at the open neck of his shirt. She half stood, nuzzling her lips into his neck as her fingers rapidly opened his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants.

"Did I tell you to kiss me?" he snapped.

"Oh, sorry, sir."

Sylvia pulled his shirt away and then, on the next order, she knelt again and pulled the zipper of his pants down, opening the button reaching in for his prick. She moaned at the hardness and strength of his cock, pulling it to her hot slick lips.

"Did I tell you to suck my cock?" Patrick asked, his voice full of menace.

"Oh, no, sir, no you didn't," Sylvia said, her voice cracking as she moaned again and licked at the tip of his prick.

"Take my pants off and leave my cock alone," he said.

"Please, sir – let me suck it, just a bit more," Sylvia begged, her tongue flicking over his cock, her hands on his balls.

"If you don't stop at once, I'll start counting, and you get one extra stroke of the whip for each number."

Patrick leaned back, in the chair and slowly counted to ten. Sylvia kept going crazy on his cock. She was even hotter than he had thought. In fact, she was going to bring him off at any moment.