I was at work today like I usually am when it started up. For some reason today’s fantasy was having my pussy slapped.

I’m on my back, my legs hiked up and spread. If I’m holding the position or being forced and tied down tends to vary. I was caught red handed down my panties, rubbing my clit like a whore. Now I face the consequences because good girls do NOT rub without permission. This pussy does NOT belong to me, you need to ask before borrowing someone else’s toys.

Then the first slap hits. I wail and thrash, my cunt stinging and my clit going nearly numb as it’s struck by a finger. “One! Thank you, Sir/Ma’am.”

Another, this time under handed and against both of my holes. This time the slap was soaking wet, my shameful juices drenching my masters hand. “Two!! Thank yo-“

I’m cut off with another surprise slap, my voice breaking as I begin to cry. Not even half way through and already weaping as my pussy gushes and turns a bright slapped red.

“Number?”

“Three! Thank you, Sir/Ma’am,” I sob, my voice hitching.

“That’s right. Three of ten. Not even at the half way mark and you’re already broken.” A harsher slap, this time fully against my clit. It stings so badly it feels numb, my cunt like a hot heartbeat between my legs. I whine out another number and a slurred thank you.

“And what will you do next time so this doesn’t happen, toy?”

“Can’t touch,” I whine, my hips unable to help but buck as my clit throbs even more as the numbness wears off.

“Can’t touch what?”

“Pussy!” I’m bawling as another sharp SLAP hits against my hole. It’s clenching, betraying me and dripping down my ass to pool beneath me, darkening the sheets.

“That pussy is mine. You do not touch my things without permission. I allow you to have pleasure because I’m generous.” Another slap, I scream. “Do you think other toys get treated so nice? Do you think their owners let them rub their little clits until their mind drools out? Some owners lock their toys away. Their little pussies just sit in there, dripping, clenching on nothing for days, months. Years. Do you want that instead?”

I’m full on bawling my eyes out at this point. “Please no, please! I’ll be good I’ll be good please pleasepleaseplease,” my words slur together in panic.

“Then don’t.” SLAP. “Touch.” SLAP. “Without my say.” SLAP SLAP SLAP. “Got it?”

…….And then I realize an hour has passed and my document has been untouched as my damn pussy and I have to deal with sitting in a puddle at my desk for the rest of the day 🫠 anyway, thought I would share.