1. Watching You On Cam

I'm sitting here at my computer watching you fuck that guy, and I want to beam messages into your skull. Fuck him like you want to fuck me. He has his head down where I want my head to be. His cock goes places where I want my cock to be. You grunt and call out like I want to hear you grunt and call out for me.

He's trying to make you cum before he cums. He doesn't understand you at all.

I am only jealous that he can touch you physically in ways I can't yet. I want to run my fingers through your hair and tighten my fist and pull your head hard and thrust you down on my cock.

You explained clearly in our chats how you want to give yourself to me, how you want me to use you. You've masturbated on my command while talking to me, telling me how you want to go to a place where you no longer think, just react.

You want me to take you there.

You're not giving yourself to him. It's just mechanics and plumbing. It's just fucking.

You just gave a close-up of your wet, swollen pussy and your clit piercing and I hope it was for me.

I want to bend your imagination and take you places you've never been in your head. I want to feel your surrender. Your willingness. Your skin.

I can't wait to see you wear a collar and know you are calling for me. I want us both to be naked and to have you lie across my lap and spank your arse with my hand and leave bright red handprints on your creamy, smooth arse. And leave so many prints they all blend into a big red blur. So that it is tender and when you sit down the next day the bruising takes you back and makes you think of being there for me. And you pushing your arse up ready and willing for the next smack. My erection is pushing up against you and no matter how hard you want to touch it with your hands, I will not let you. It digs into your stomach. You must be spanked until you are dizzy. And only when you feel like you have had enough and can't take more would I fuck you.

Now you're giving him head and he isn't slamming your head down with his hands like I would. You're looking right into the cam, at me. You wave. He doesn't notice. And I'm thinking I want to tie your arms outstretched and thrust forward into your mouth. Your drop pendant is caught on your chin and I want to pull on the chain like reins.

When we meet next week, you will forget him entirely.

2. A Random Spanking

I tell you to remove your clothes and stand before me. I tell you you are about to receive a spanking and you may choose between my hand, a ruler, a hairbrush, or a table tennis paddle. I pay no attention to your answer. I don't care what you want.

This is not because you have done something incorrect or disobedient. This is going to be for my pleasure. You will exist in these moments only to please me. You will surrender yourself; your body, your will, and your sensations. To me.

I unbuckle my belt and pull it clear of my jeans. I lay it next to me on the chair. I stand and tell you to remove the rest of my clothes, fold them neatly, and place them aside. I sit and wait for you to finish. I tell you to now stand to my right side, facing across my lap, and then to place your middle finger and ring finger of your right hand on either side of your clitoris, in the folds of your labia, but to be careful to be on either side and not directly on it.

You may now lie across my lap. Position yourself carefully so I can feel where your fingers are lying on my right thigh. I am now going to give you a good spanking, and if I feel your fingers move, if you try to pleasure yourself while I am doing it, the spanking will turn into a thrashing and you will regret it.

I rub your buttocks, kneading them with my knuckles until I feel like delivering your first slap. It lands on your left cheek. It takes you by surprise and it stings. I rub you softly where it landed and admire the new red handprint on your arse. I warn you once more that I do not want to feel your fingers move. I slap you again on your right cheek, a little harder this time. I feel you tense to take the pain but you are obedient and your fingers have not moved. I rub your right cheek softly for a short time then spank you harder again on your left. Now I only stroke you a couple of times before slapping again and once more immediately in the same spot. You squeeze tight for a moment and then relax once more.

I wait for you to relax and then tell you to start counting.

You ask to what number.

I tell you, "Until I tell you to stop."

Now my hand falls on you again and again. Stinging slaps. Your arse warms to them. Occasionally I slap your upper thighs. I stop when you say twenty. And caress your arse, stroking it gently. I tell you to resume counting and begin again. We do this several times. So far, you have been very obedient and I have not felt your fingers move against your clitoris. Sometimes I tense my thigh against your hand and push your hand into you. You begin to feel my cock fill and harden on your stomach.

When it has hardened enough to be pressing up hard against you, I slap you very hard, harder than you have come to expect, and by surprise. This time you jump at the pain, and your hand moves involuntarily.

I ask you if you moved your fingers to pleasure yourself. You tell me you didn't mean to. I didn't ask if you meant to or not, only if your fingers moved. They did.

If you want to do that, you may now. You must hold your hand still between my thigh and your mound. You may squirm upon your hand if you want. But you are about to get the thrashing I warned you you would receive.

I pick up my belt. I tell you to start squirming and to start counting. If you lose count, we will start from the beginning. I lay into your arse with my belt. It whips against your upper thighs and across your buttocks. You move your hips in little circles. You feel my cock straining up against your stomach now (just as it strains inside my jeans right now as I write this to you). Pressing hot. Your pussy is wet. I can feel your wetness on my naked thigh. I can hear the soft wet sounds from your pussy.

I bring the belt down hard. It leaves bright red welts on your arse. It hurts enough that you cry out each time.

I wait until your cries from your thrashing are tied into the moans from your clitoris against your fingers. Until your arse is just one big bright red blur of handprints and belt marks. I tell you to stand up, bend over, lean against the chair where I was sitting and I fuck you hard from behind. I clutch into your hips and thrust myself against your shiny red arse cheeks.

You may not cum until I have. I don't want this to last a long time. I want to fuck you hard and fast. When I have cum, I will allow you to bring yourself off with your fingers while my cock softens inside you.

When you have cum, you thank me, get my clothes and dress me.

Every time you sit down for the next two days, your arse feels slightly bruised and tender and you will remember your spanking. And you will smile.