Master And The Blue Panties

I was still thinking about the spanking I had received last night. 

It had lasted for what seemed like hours, not because it was any harder or more painful, but because of the way master had done it, and the long, long time he had spent teaching me about playing with panties. 

He had insisted on some pretty pale blue ones, worn with a short blue plaid skirt and high heels. He had told me to bend over the arm of the sofa, with my long legs straight and the toes of the high-heeled shoes touching the floor. 

Then he had begun to touch me, slowly and with infinitesimal gentleness. 

I felt a finger glide slowly up, tracing a line from the backs of my knees towards my thighs, and then moving softly along the edge of the panties, which were just visible under the short skirt. The fingers had begun to slowly raise the skirt, pausing to gently rub it against my flesh, pulling it down a little, pulling it up a little, until finally it was drawn up around my waist. 

Then he had begun to work on the panties themselves, his fingers gently probing inside the edges, gently tugging them down a fraction at a time. He made me move my legs in a way which caused my bottom to squirm as he played with the panties, long moments of anticipation causing me to become more and more excited. 

Slowly, slowly the little blue panties began to slide downwards, gradually revealing more. 

There seemed to be no hurry, no hurry at all...

They were one quarter of the way down now, showing the subtle contours of my coccyx, the proud curve of the tops of my cheeks and the dark promise of a cleft. 

I was roused from my dreamy reverie by a smack, which landed firmly across the centre of my bottom.

His voice was gentle, yet firm.

“Now tell me, tell me Susi, what a naughty girl you really are”

I replied, whispering, playing and acting.

“Oh yes, I am a very naughty, naughty girl. What are you going to do about it Master?”

I turned my head to look back at him, eyes wide open, innocent.

“I think you know very well Susi, don't you. And don't be cheeky with me or you'll be getting the crop as well my girl”

The panties were being tugged gently down, further and further, halfway down now.

I began to beg,

“Oh please Master, please don't take my panties down” 

I was enjoying the role of being a little actress. I reached behind me and took hold of the waistband of the little blue panties, trying to stop him pulling them down.

“Please Master, No, I don't want to”

But it was no good. He growled and simply tied both my hands behind my back, and resumed what he was doing. 

Another firm smack found its mark.

“Owwww Master, please Noooooo”

Another smack and then another. I was beginning to squirm a little more.

“Please Master, don't spank me, I'm a good girl really, please...”

The little blue panties continued their slow progress downwards and now my peach was fully bared for his pleasure. And mine.

I moaned softly as he continued to play with the panties, drawing them up and down, his fingers feather light, teasing, lightly stroking, brushing the lips of my pussy. Then he made me spread my legs further apart, the panties stretching taut. I arched my back, pushing my bottom up and back onto the delicious touching fingers.

“So my little slut, tell me who this belongs to?”

Each syllable was accompanied by a firm smack.

“Ooooooooh Master it belongs to you”

“And what does it need, slut?”

'It needs spanking Master”

I shuddered as the fingers found my clit.

“Who does this belong to girl?”

“Mmmmmmmmm.... You Master, only you”

Three of the fingers began to explore my sopping wet pussy.

“And who is the owner of this little item?”

I failed to answer immediately; being somewhat preoccupied, and was rewarded with some more spanks.

“Ooooh sorry Master, it's yours, it belongs to you”

“And what goes in here slut?”

“Your big fat cock, when you want to fuck your little slut hard”

Fingers gently rubbed between the cheeks of my bottom, exploring, probing.

“And what about this little hole here, who does this belong to?”

More spanks, a little harder this time.

“It's for you Master, it’s for your cock when you want to...”
I hesitated.

More spanks. 

I whispered,

“When you want to bugger me Master”

“Good girl, that's right”

“And what are you?”

“A naughty girl”

I looked back at him. His stiff cock was now sticking out of his trousers. I hoped he would make me suck it soon.

“And what happens to you when you are a naughty girl?”

“You have to take my panties down Master, and spank my bottom… Owwwww!”

He seemed satisfied with this and concentrated on spanking me properly, taking his time, enjoying my little girlish cries and yelps, working methodically, subtly, sensually. 

One hand holding me by the hair, pulling my head back and up, the other working rhythmically on my quivering bare bottom, which was starting to glow nicely.