She was in the kitchen, starting the evening meal. Waiting for him to come home from work. Her favourite Spotify playlist playing on the speaker, singing along happily. She had decided to cheekily wear nothing but a thong and high heels under her usual apron, wanting to set the mood for the evening. As she chopped and prepared the vegetables, she thought back to their play in the shower that morning. It brought a flush to her cheeks as she recalled the way that he had consumed her, how he had taken his time with her wet cunt, bringing her to the edge and then changing pace just before she hit that peak. How he had whispered and then growled with pleasure as he took her, ravaging her body, before driving her to that point of sweet release...both of them shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.

She felt herself getting hot, realising that she was wet and dripping with desire. Stopping her chopping momentarily, she ran her fingers down her body, flashbacks coming thick and fast, thinking about having Sir's fingers in her cunt. She brought her own fingers to her moist core, finding her clit already engorged and her lips swollen and dripping. She began to circle her nub, fingers playing, rimming her lips, she figured that she had time to edge for Sir before he got home. Standing in the kitchen, back against the bench, she spread her legs, continuing to play with herself. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of her fingers and memories, listening to the music...she didn't hear him come in.

"Well, hello kitten". She opened her eyes to his voice, that silky sensuous deep voice of his and smiled, sheepishly, but not stopping or removing her fingers. He walked towards her, looking her up and down, eyeing her appreciatively, hungrily, smelling her sweet nectar. "You've been having fun without me, kitten. I think that you need to be punished. Sir didn't say that you could play." Speechless, she nodded. He took her hands from under the apron, and silently led her to the dining table. She knew better than to speak or question him, she knew that she had been caught out, she had been careless and would now suffer the consequences of his punishment. "Hands above your head kitten, spread your legs and bend over the table". Wordlessly, she complied, anticipating what was to come, but unsure of what exactly.

She heard him walk away, shivering, her wetness dripping down her leg. Then she felt something being placed between her legs, something smooth. She felt it being rubbed against her wet cunt, before being removed. She chanced a quick look at the glass door, seeing Sir's silhouette reflected, watching as he brought, what looked like a spoon to his nose. He stopped, noticing her looking...she quickly dropped her gaze, afraid of more punishment. She gasped, as the first sudden sting hit her bare arse. She gasped, not from pain, but from excitement of that first hit. Then another and another. Criss-crossing her buttocks, Sir hit her several more times, using the wooden spoon, she had been stirring dinner with. "Stand up kitten and turn around". She rose silently, turning towards him, eyes downcast, not daring to look at him. He had with him some clamps, he quickly and deftly attached one to each of her hard nipples, before grabbing her chin, lifting her head and kissing her deeply, tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, before stepping away, leaving her breathless.

He pulled a chair out from under the table. He bound her hands behind her back, before telling her to straddle the chair, chest resting on the back of the chair, bare arse exposed, bent over in front of him. Feeling the clamps beginning to sting her nipples, she balanced carefully, precariously, legs spread, unsure of what was to come. She once again, felt the short, sharp sting of the spoon as it came down on her red, sweaty butt cheeks. Next, however, she felt Sir's large hands reaching for her tight, wet pussy. Feeling his fingers on her nub, feeling them stroking her swollen, dripping lips. She bit her lip then, as she suddenly felt his fingers entering her hot wet cunt. He withdrew his fingers, as quickly as he had put them in.

Quietly, he moved to stand at the back of the chair, his large rigid cock, clearly visible, straining at the fabric of his pants. She watched silently, as he unzipped his pants and removed his beautiful member. "I hope that you have learnt a lesson kitten. There is no play unless Sir says so." He then quietly, stepped forward, and whispered, "Open your mouth like the good girl you are. Show Sir how sorry you are for playing without his permission." She opened her mouth and he gently pushed his head towards her mouth. She greedily licked his head, tasting the first bead of precum that she could see, before opening as wide as she could to take him in his entirety, into her mouth. He began to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth gently at first, slowly, giving her time to adjust to his width. Her mouth like a vacuum, closing around him, encasing his hard cock in her mouth. She could see him trembling, straining with the pleasure her mouth was giving him. Just as her mouth became accustomed to the pressure of him, he withdrew. Coming around to the front of the chair, standing her upright and moving her around to the back of the chair. Wordlessly, he bent her over the back of the chair, spreading her legs with his other hand and guided himself into, taking her deeply. His thrusts gaining momentum, she began to push back into him, grinding, trying to keep silent, but enjoying the feel of him inside her.

She could hear him, his breath labouring with the strain of focus, control. She was helpless, with her hands till bound, but keenly aware of the nipple clamps on her nipples, feeling him, feeling the swirling, building of excitement in her cunt. She feels him, bending over her, hands reaching towards her breasts, cupping them, he growls...that familiar growl she knows too well. The growl that tells her, he is close, he is on the edge and close to release...but still controlling himself. He bites her ear, her neck, her shoulders, he growls again, gaining intensity in his rhythm...he whispers..."Are you my good girl? Have you learnt your lesson? Do you want to be Sir's little cum slut? Silently, she nods her head...as she feels him begin to tremble..."Then cum my little kitten...cum for Sir...let me fill you with my seed."

Then she hears his favourite word...SILK...and just as he spells out that word, S I, he pulls the clamps from her nipples...L K and howls...yelling out SILK...SILK...SILK. She can no longer hold herself together, she screams or howls , she can't be sure which, as an orgasms rips through her...matching his howl of absolute euphoria. They continue to fuck, enjoying the waves of pleasure that roll over them both, panting, sweating, writhing with the sheer joy of their shared orgasm.

Finally, they slow, hearts beating fast, breathing slower, he falls onto her, holding her tightly. They stay that way, connecting, breathing becoming one...together in this moment in time. Satisfied. Punishment executed. His Sub and her Sir.