“Knees, now!” he barked.

“Yes, Sir.” I dropped to the carpeted floor bringing myself eye level with his swollen shaft. I’d sucked Andrew off before and his rod was nothing new, but dressed as we currently were and with him taking charge-deliciously so-it was like I faced a whole new man-one I wanted to get to know better, with my mouth.

Thinking I knew what he wanted, I lifted my hand to stroke him. I’d barely touched his velvety, steel length when his hand twisted in my hair and pulled me up.

I yelped in pain and might have protested his treatment but his lips caught mine in a punishing kiss. Never had he embraced me so forcefully, so manly. I melted like wax to a flame and his arms wrapped around me in a crushing grip. I was so ready to fuck him right then and there, and I could feel against my lower belly just how ready he was as well. So it was with surprise that I felt him sink down to sit on the couch, leaving me standing and shaking with passion.

“Get over here.” He pointed to his lap and I frowned at him. Surely he couldn’t mean…

“Why?”

“That’s two punishments you’ve earned. One for touching my cock without permission and the other for speaking without saying Sir. Now get your ass over my knee right now before you earn a third.”

Punishment? My eyes went wide and my breath came short. As if I floated on a cloud, I draped myself over his lap. He laid a heavy arm over my back and held me down. Cool air brushed my ass cheeks as he flipped up my skirt. I tensed, dreading and craving what was coming. Surely he wouldn’t…

Crack!

His hard hand struck my ass cheek with a loud sound. And it fucking stung. I yelped and tried to buck. His arm pushed down on me holding me in place. I suddenly wondered if I wanted to do this.