Heritage Man

Walking into the screening room, we could see that no one was sitting in the theater. We made sure to look both at the upper level seats as well as the seats on the lower level. Reaching down, he grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me to the last row. We sat down and silently kept an eye on the door.

We waited for a few minutes until the lights started to dim and the previews started. We both watched as the employees released the doors, encasing us in mostly darkness. I swallowed hard as I felt his hand start to rub up my arm. I looked over at him nervously, which only caused him to smile more, “Nervous little one?”

I nodded my head before snapping my attention to the screen again, “No reason to be nervous darling, its just us now.” I felt his hand lightly graze up my arm and across my shoulder. He slide his hand into my hair pulling it back slightly. Moaning softly at the forcefully pull, “Plus I paid my buddy to make sure we were not disturbed. But I told him to keep the cameras on.”

I walked into the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed in the outfit she was teasing me in. Sending me provocative pictures all day wearing barely any clothes. Her legs were crossed showing off her smooth skin and giving me a hint of the skimpy thong that left nothing to the imagination. The lace top barely covered her hardening nipple as she leaned back on her hands, pushing them out.

I leaned against the door frame as I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt I wore to work today. As I rolled up the sleeves, my eyes never left her as she crossed her one leg over the other returning the stare. We stared at each other in uncomfortable silence, watching her slowly get nervous from my stare. Her body starts to squirm and she started to bite her lower lip, "Did you have fun today?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Sir," she smiles deviously as she tilts her head to the side. I gave her a little side smirk and shook my head as I pushed off the wall. I walk into the bedroom with my hands sliding into my pockets.

"So it was not you who flooded my phone with provocative pictures of herself in various positions and in various stages of undress. It was not you that tried to get me hard as a rock while I am trying to work?" I walked over towards the dresser that held the special toys I liked to use on her, "I think someone was feeling a little bratty today."

She gave a small smile as she watched me like a hawk. I opened the drawer as I pulled out a riding crop along with a few other toys. I walked over to the bed as she was leaning back. Using the riding crop, I placed the tip of it on her chin, forced her to look up at me. I watched her eyes slowly slide up to my face, "I will ask you again Brat, did you enjoy yourself as you were taking naughty pictures of yourself?"

I watched as she bit her lip again while staring me in the eyes. It was barely there, but I saw a hint of a shrug in her shoulders. I chuckle at her defiance as I ran the riding crop down to her chest. I let the tip slide along the right breast before I slide it over across the left breast, "On the bed Princess - hands and knees like a good girl. You can do that right?"

Pushing off the bed, I watch her as she makes a show of her getting up off the bed. She walks to the side, brushing against me. I had felt her hand slide along my length against my pants, making me hiss. She climbed up onto the bed before she got on her hands and knees looking over at me. She leaned down the top half of her body down onto the bed, forcing her ass up in the air. I smiled as I slide the riding crop against her spine to her ass slowly. With a flick of my wrist, I smacked her ass with the leather tip. She let out a small whimper and grip the sheet, but I was not satisfied enough.

I looked over at the assortment of toys that I had picked up from the dresser. I grabbed the rope and brought it over to her. Grabbing both of her hands and tying them up together, I expertly bound her to where they were not too tight nor could she break free of them. I picked up the riding crop and smacked her ass again with it, leaving a little sharp, enjoyable pain, "I will ask again Brat, did you enjoy yourself today? Enjoyed taking naughty pictures of yourself and sending them to me?"

I smacked her ass again and she tossed her head back again. She whimpered looking over at me. She nodded but she did not used her words, making me smack her ass again. She still would not budge on talking, so I knew I had to use more drastic measures. I went back over to the dresser and picked up the wand.