As we walk through the door still holding hands, I reach back and grab the door with my right, swing it shut, and turn towards you when the latch makes a resounding, click. 

As you try to pull me into the house, I stop in the foyer.  I swing you back to your right and into my waiting arms and wrap my right arm around your waist.  Your left arm has tucked under my right and your left hand is now stroking the base of my neck.  You look up to me and I lean in and kiss you.  It is a kiss of passion, anticipation, need, and yearning for both of us. 

My left hand still holds your left and I move it behind you and into the small of your back.  My right hand encircles your right wrist, and I keep it there as I release your hand from the grasp of my left hand.  I trace the fingertips of my left hand up your arm to your shoulder and neck until I'm cupping the right side of your face as we kiss. 

I back out of our kiss, caress your cheek with my thumb, and ask, "After the show you put on for me in the car, what do you have in mind for the evening?" 

Before you even speak, I can see the sarcasm about to drip from your lips because of your cheeky smile.  "Oh, I was gonna go get changed into my PJs, and then I'd figure we could have a quiet evening on the couch watching some TV or each catch up on our reading in our library." 

"You little miss, can be so infuriating sometimes.  It's a good thing that you're so effervescent, adorable, sensual, loyal, erotic, and downright sexy as hell.  I think that it is time for you to atone for tonight." 

"I think I will like that." 

"I highly doubt that you won't.  However, because of your shenanigans tonight, you are not allowed to orgasm until I permit you to do so.  Is that understood?" 

I see a smile come to your face and you say, "Yes."  All the while your left hand has left the back of my neck and made its way from my back and around the front of my pants. 

I take my left hand off of your cheek and grab your wrist just as your hand reaches my crotch and tries to caress the bulge I've had since we were driving home. I stop your hand and say, "Ah ah ah young lady.  I'm in charge until your debt is paid off.  Now, place this hand behind your back next to your other one." 

Your face lowers and you look at your hand on the bulge in my pants.  "But." 

"No buts tonight young lady.  You started this game, and now it's my turn." 

I can see the internal conflict in you, but you still pull your hand away from my pants.  I release your wrist, and you move it behind your back and instinctively cross it over your right wrist.  I bring my left arm back around your back now and release your wrists with my right and now interlock your wrists in my left hand.  My right hand travels down, grabs your left cheek, and squeezes.  You exhale a breathy moan. 

"Mmm, it sounds like you like that."  I reach my hand over and squeeze your right cheek as well.  I then move my hand to the middle of your derriere and cup it.  I move my hand down, and as I do, I extend my middle finger into the crack of your rump.  As your head tilts back your eyes close and your mouth opens wide in a gasp. 

"Oh yes, you like that don't you?" 

Your mouth closes and you start to mew.  I continue to caress your derriere up and down, making sure my middle finger is pressing into your crack with each stroke.  On one final stroke down, I pull my hand away just an inch and lightly smack the bottom of your derriere. 

Your eyes are still closed, "Oh yes.  Thank you." 

I move my right hand up and cup the underside of your exposed left breast, lifting and feeling its heft.  I lean forward and move your hair off of your right shoulder with my nose, place my lips on the base of your neck, and begin to lick and kiss it.  I rotate my hand and begin to squeeze and knead your breast.  I kiss my way up your neck until I'm just below your earlobe.  I lick and then apply just enough pressure with my teeth to your neck as I simultaneously pinch your left nipple with my index finger and thumb. 

Your eyes shoot open and gasp, "Oh God you know all of the right things to do." 

I lean back and look at you, "I know.  You've taught me so well, and tonight, you might end up regretting that." 

You look at me with an expression I rarely see, worry. 

"Don't you fret, miss.  You're in competent and capable hands tonight."  I can see your brain is now running through a million scenarios in anticipation of what is in store.  I let go of your wrists with my left hand.  I also release your left nipple and place my right hand on your left arm where the strap of your sundress is loosely hanging.  You leave your wrists crossed behind your back.  I move my left hand up to your shoulder.  I slowly pull the strap of your navy sundress off your shoulder, tracing my fingertips just behind the fabric. 

"Arms at your side young lady." 

"As you wish."  You drop your arms to your side.  In doing so, it allows me to continue pulling down on the straps of your sundress.  Your right breast is slowly exposed to me, and its nipple is just as hard as the left.  As the top hem of your sundress reaches your waist, I release it.  It falls to the floor in a pile, and I am left to take in the image of your fantastic breasts and the black knickers trimmed in red lace you've been teasing me with all night. 

I take two steps back towards the door, and this time it is my turn to gasp, "You are the vision of innate sexuality personified." 

You beam at me with pride and love, "Thank you, my love.  Shall we retire to the bedroom now?" 

tisk tisk tisk "You forget your place m'lady.  You are in the position of following tonight, not instructing.  Now stay right where you are." 

I step to my right and brush by you on your left.  Just as I pass, I reach back and gently pinch your derriere with my left hand.  You yelp, jump, and look over your left shoulder longingly as I walk into the sitting room.  I turn to my left and take a seat in my favorite reading chair.  I admire your form standing there in the foyer. 

Your brunette hair is flowing just off of your shoulders.  Your naked back is flawless and enticing.  But not as much as the black knickers that cover your entire derriere.  They are trimmed at the top and around your legs in a red lace.  Your shapely thighs are exquisite.  Your calves are flexed and toned due to the three-inch black heels you're wearing. 

It finally dawns on me.  I had been wondering all night as to why you chose that particular pair of knickers.  You always make so sure to have everything matching.  Your sundress tonight was navy blue.  Your perfectly manicured nails matched your dress, as well as the clutch you brought into the bar.  I now realize that we left there, "Daggummit." 

For a moment, a genuine look of concern is on your face, "What dear?" 

"Oh, nothing we can't deal with tomorrow."  Back to the task at hand.  Your knickers perfectly match your heels.  The red lace trimming your knickers is the same color as the soles of your heels. 

"You are the perfect woman.  Now bring yourself to me." 

Your smile returns and you deftly spin on your left heel and start to strut toward me.  You seductively sway your hips as each of your steps slightly crosses over the other, accentuating your hip turn and sway with each step.  The loud clicking of your heels on the hardwood floors reverberates throughout the foyer and sitting room.  With each step, your breasts jiggle and bounce as you make your way over to me. 

As your final step brings you to the right of my chair I say, "Stop right there.  Good girl.  Now, I believe we shall start your punishment with a good spanking."  I scoot forward a bit in the chair and pat my lap with my left hand.  "You know what to do.  Over my lap young lady." 

You look down at me with lust in your eyes, "As you wish." 

I move my left hand as you kneel and lay across my lap, it takes all of my willpower to not take your left nipple into my mouth as it goes by my lips.  I smile as I think, 'There will be plenty of time for that later tonight.'  The underside of your breasts are now against the outside of my left leg and your stomach is across my lap.  I take my left hand, place it in between your shoulder blades, and begin to caress your back.  "Very good young lady." 

You look over your left shoulder up at me and say, "Thank you, sir.  What now." 

"Well, we need to do something about your hair."  I take my hand off of your back and grab a hair tie off of the end table to the left of the chair.  I place a hand on either side of your skull and begin to pull your hair back.  Once I've collected it into a bunch, I use the hair tie to tame it into a ponytail.  My left hand closes around your ponytail, slightly pulls your head backward, and says, "Ooo, now this could be useful." 

A loud moan escapes your lips. 

I trace my right fingertips down your spine and stop at the lace at the top of your derriere.  I start to graze my fingers just under the lace of the knickers.  Just like before, I let my middle finger begin to trace and move into the top of the crack of your derriere. 

As my finger just gets to my first knuckle into your crack you moan and say, "Oh yes, please.  Just like that." 

I stop moving my hand.  "Is that what you want?" 

"God yes.  That is exactly what I want and need." 

"Oh, I know.  Too bad.  That's not going to happen."  You moan and wiggle your derriere in defiance. "Yet." 

"But please sir.  I need it now.  I'll behave.  I promise." 

"My dear.  After all of the teasing you did to that poor couple at the bar and then to me on the drive home, do you think that you deserve that already?" 

"I'll be a good girl.  I swear." 

I pull my hand out from under the lace at the top of your knickers and bring it down squarely on your left cheek.  smack 

You gasp and moan, "Oh my." 

"I know your mind young one.  Tonight, I will not allow you to be a power bottom."  As I say this, I pull tightly on your ponytail and bring my right hand down onto your right cheek.  smack  "Is that understood?" 

"Aaahhhh.  Yes.  I understand.  I am yours to control tonight." 

I start to make small circles with my hand on your cheeks, relishing in the feel of the black cotton on my palm and fingers.  I bring my hand up and unleash a series of spanks in quick succession onto each of your cheeks.  Your luscious derriere jiggles and waves with each spank.  Your mewing is now a mix of moans, gasps, and whimpers.  I return to caressing each cheek in an attempt to soothe the pain I just caused. 

You place both of your palms flat on the floor and raise the weight of your body slightly off of my lap to shimmy your torso on my lap in an attempt to rub against the bulge in my lap. 

I pull even more back on your ponytail and say, "What did I tell you?"  I bring my right hand down hard into the middle of your derriere. SMACK  "You are in no position tonight to try to manipulate me or dictate my next move."  I bring my hand down again in the same spot to emphasize my point.  SMACK 

You yelp in pain as my hand contacts you a second time in the same spot.  "Yes sir.  I'm sorry sir." 

I loosen my grip on your ponytail and allow your head to move back down as I caress your derriere.  "If you continue to be so obstinate, I will not do this."  I move my hand down and in between your legs.  Using the pad of my middle finger, I lightly slide it up, down, and side to side along your perineum. 

"Oh please.  Please, be kind sir." 

As you say this, I pick up the unmistakable scent of your arousal.  I move my finger slightly and feel the heat of your arousal emanating from your core.  Your moans are now music to my ears. 

"Good girl.  I feel and smell that you are enjoying this.  Now, let's continue." 

My left hand fully releases your ponytail and moves under your prone body to where your breasts are hanging down.  I start to caress your left breast with my fingertips. 

"Fuck." 

I remove my right hand from between your legs and bring it down onto your derriere in another series of quick spanks. 

"Oh yes.  Fuck yes." 

I begin to flick your nipple with each of my fingers while caressing your derriere.  I move my left hand over to your right breast and mimic my actions on your left breast as I deliver another set of spanks to your derriere. 

You yelp when I contact each of your cheeks with a spank.  I continue flicking your right nipple as caress your derriere where each of my spanks fell.  Your knickers have begun to shift and are creeping up and into the crack of your derriere.  As they have crept up, I now see the fruits of my labors as the bottoms of your reddened cheeks emerge from the bottom of your knickers. 

I move my hand to where my middle finger is now pushing itself yet again into your crack.  With the fabric of your knickers creeping into it, I'm able to push further in and skim my pad along your sphincter, across your perineum, and then up to your vagina.  The heat and moisture I feel here are outstanding.  I know that my actions are now having their desired effect. 

"Thank you, sir.  You are so kind sir." 

"You're being such a good girl now."  I see and feel goosebumps over your entire body.  "Are you enjoying this?" 

"Absolutely sir." 

"Good girl.  Now what do you feel when I do this?"  I flatten my right hand out over your vagina and press down hard with my middle finger in search of your clitoris.  With my left hand, I gently pinch and pull at your right nipple. 

Your moan is guttural.  "Oh God yes.  I love your touches.  You are so kind, and I love the way you make me feel." 

Your breathing has become ragged and shallow.  For the second time tonight, the signposts of your impending orgasm are showing themselves.  I feel you jolt on my lap as I find your engorged clitoris with the pad of my middle finger.  The sound that escapes your mouth is an aphrodisiac to me.  The bulge in my pants begins to throb against your stomach. 

As your breaths become extremely shallow and ragged, in one simultaneous motion, I remove my right hand from your vagina and let go of your right nipple with my left. 

The sound that you emanate is grunt-like.  Your head tilts up and you look over your left shoulder at me with pleading eyes and beg, "Oh!  Why?" 

"What were the stipulations I set out earlier?" 

"Huh? 

"What did I tell you when we started?" 

I can see the frustration in your eyes and you're trying to clear your head to process my question.  The words finally click in your brain, and you exclaim, "Please sir." 

"Please what?" 

"Please, sir.  May I have permission?" 

"Permission to what?" 

The desperation in your eyes is intoxicating.  "Permission to cu...permission to have an orgasm." 

"What was that?" 

"Permission to orgasm sir." 

"I don't know.  I think that both of us are in a state where we are way beyond the point of having an orgasm.  Don't you agree?" 

"What?" 

"Now my fair maiden, I believe that we are way beyond the formalities of proper language.  Tell me what your needs are." 

"I need to cu..." 

"Say it." 

"I need to cum." 

"Good girl.  Now what do you need to do?" 

"Please sir, will you make me cum?" 

I smile and say, "See, that wasn't so difficult.  What do you want?" 

"I want you to play with my breasts, derriere, sphincter, and vagina some more." 

"What did I just tell you about formalities?" 

I can see in your facial expression that your desperation is beginning to override your prim and proper ways.  "I want you to play with my boobs, ass, asshole, and pussy some more." 

"Ah, I'm glad to hear that you found your vocabulary."  I lean forward and awkwardly kiss you on the lips from this angle.  I sit back up and place my right hand on your ass and my left on your left boob.  I slowly begin to caress them, and you turn your head and return to a relaxed position facing the floor.  I give each of your ass cheeks a quick succession of spanks reddening them even more. 

Your groans and moans return as your breathing becomes shallow once again.  My left hand is kneading your boob and flicking your nipple as my right caresses your ass where spanks just landed.  I move my middle finger again into the crack of your ass and begin to apply pressure with my middle finger to your asshole, alternating between tapping and constant pressure. 

You let out a long guttural moan as my left index and thumb capture your left nipple and pinch while my right hand makes its way towards your pussy.  I slide my right hand to where it was previously and cup your entire pussy with my middle finger repeating what I did on your asshole directly onto your clit.  Your breathing yet again becomes ragged and shallow.  I release your nipple and move both of my hands away from your body. 

Your groan is one of frustration and anger as you look over your shoulder at me.  "Why sir!?  Why!?" 

"What were your instructions?" 

"I asked sir.  I asked earlier." 

"No young lady, you did not.  You asked me to make you cum.  You did not ask for permission to cum." 

I see you slightly kick your feet in frustration as you realize your mistake.  "You are correct sir.  I am sorry." 

"See, turnabout is fair play when it comes to teasing." 

"Yes sir.  I understand.  Will you please be so kind as to play with my pussy and boobs and let me cum?" 

"Since you asked so politely, I'll see what I can do.  And because you asked so nicely, I'll remind you that you must ask for permission." 

"Yes sir.  Thank you, sir." 

My right hand quickly lands in the middle of your ass with a loud SMACK.  You close your eyes, groan, and return your head to a relaxed position.  I caress your ass and move my left hand back to your right boob and begin to knead it.  Your moans of pleasure quickly return. 

My left hand releases your boob and is now flicking its nipple with my fingertips.  My right hand delves back down to your ass, and my middle finger only pauses at your asshole this time around.  It quickly moves across your taint.  As it travels over your pussy your panties are now absolutely soaked.  It takes no time for my middle finger to find and then quickly be pressing against your engorged clit.  I press my middle finger down hard as my other fingers spread out over your pussy and grab your lips and press them together into my middle finger. 

I hear the squelching of your wet pussy as I squeeze it and press against your clit.  Your breathing is the most ragged and shallow that it's been all night.  You barely whimper, "Please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please, sir." 

I continue to stimulate you but do not respond. 

"Please sir, may I?" 

My index finger and thumb capture your left nipple and pinch while I ask, "May you what young lady?" 

"May I please cum sir?" 

My right middle finger starts to vigorously move side to side on top of your clit and I say, "Good girl.  You have my permission to cum." 

Your mouth opens wide, and yet you don't make a sound, as I feel your body go tense.  My right hand and fingers continue their assault of your squelching pussy and throbbing clit as my left-hand pinches your left nipple hard and release it before grabbing ahold of your right nipple. 

Your body explodes in the release of tension I've so deliberately worked towards since I stopped you from cumming in the driveway.  "UUUUGGGGHHHH! Oh God!  It's so good.  Oh, oh, oh, thank you, sir.  It…oh God.  Yes.  Ugh.  It's so good.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you." 

I continue to rub your clit and pussy with my right hand until your breathing starts to slow.  My left hand releases your right nipple, and a sigh of relief leaves your lips.  While still looking at the floor you say, "Thank you, sir.  You are amazing, and I love you." 

My right hand continues gently squeezing your sopping pussy through your panties as my middle finger is slowly tapping on your clit.  My left hand has moved from under your breasts and torso to over your head.  I quickly grab your ponytail, pull your head back, and turn it to where you're looking at me with shock in your eyes. 

"I permitted you to cum young lady.  I did not give your permission to stop cumming."  As I take my right hand off of your pussy and cup it to deliver a loud wet spank directly to it slap. 

You groan and say, "Oh God yes." and close your eyes and go rigid as I deliver another more forceful spank to your pussy SLAP.  "UUUUGGGGHHH!" 

Your eyes are glazed over in euphoria.  What is coming out of your mouth is all gibberish as I spank your pussy five more times.  You no longer have any control of your body and are convulsing.  The only thing keeping you from sliding off my lap and onto the floor is my left hand holding your ponytail and my right cupping your pussy. 

I loosen my grip on your ponytail as your breathing begins to return to normal.  I let your head come down to a relaxed position, release your ponytail, and use my left hand to gently caress your upper back and shoulders.  I wiggle the fingers of my right hand ever so slightly and you lift your head to look over your left shoulder at me. 

"Thank you, sir.  You are so kind, and I love you with my entire being." 

I lean forward to kiss you and say, "I know my love.  I love you too."  I wiggle my fingers again, eliciting a subtle moan before I remove my right hand from your pussy. 

My fingers are soaking wet.  I bring them up to my face and make sure to hold your gaze as I insert my index finger into my mouth and suck it clean.  I repeat the process for each of my fingers.  The look of lust and need returns to your eyes and face before I finish. 

"Okay young lady, I want you to sit back onto your heels."  As I say that I look down to see that while you were cumming you kicked off both of your three-inch heels with the red soles. 

You take your palms off of the floor and begin to sit back on your heels.  But in doing so, you brag your boobs across my lap and your left boob bounces as it goes over my raging erection, still contained in my pants. 

As you settle onto your heels, I turn my right palm up to you and say, "My hand is not quite clean yet.  Would you like to finish cleaning it for me?" 

"Yes, if the sir will allow me to." 

"I will." 

Your eyes are flicking their focus from my gaze to my erection as it throbs each time you lick your pussy juices off of my palm.  You ask, "What next sir?" as you stare at the bulge in my pants. 

"I believe that it's time to go to the bedroom.  For I wish to sample some of the delectable nectar from its source." 

I stand up from my chair and place my right palm up, which you so graciously finished cleaning, under your chin and say, "Give me your hand my darling.  And let's continue on this teasing journey." 

You place your right hand in mine and stand up.  I raise your hand over your head and say, "Let me get another look at you."  I twist your hand and wrist inducing you into a dance twirl.  As you rotate your right shoulder away from me, I let go of your hand and bring my right hand to the middle of your back as it spins by. 

Before you finish your spin and are looking to my left, I swiftly lower my left arm, tuck it behind your knees, and pull to my left sweeping your feet out from under you.  A split second of terror adorns your face as you fall back into my right arm and hand as I lift you in one steady motion. 

Once you realize that I've got you, you smile and say in my best posh voice, "Oh so strong.  Whatever shall I do to repay the gentleman for sweeping me off of my feet?" 

I chuckle, "The lady will continue to learn her lesson in the ramifications and consequences of being a tease." 

You lean up in what I think is to kiss me on the lips but turn at the last second and give me a light peck on my right cheek.  "I shall be the most eager beaver of a student." 

I smile and wink while saying, "I do not doubt how eager your beaver will be young lady." and turn to the left to carry you toward our bedroom.