Daddy's kitten PT3&4

kitty the naughty poet

PT3

Kitten ascended the stairs as Sir came up behind her 

his hands encircling her head with a black satin scarf 

taking her sight as he sat her down on the step

Sir moved in front bending to push her silk dress high 

and happy to find naked thighs beneath 

feeling sexy and rather brave kitty moved her hands to touch her Sir

but before she could feel a hair on his head 

he'd swiftly shifted her hands out of reach 

"leave your hands down by your sides little kitten or no kink for you … Sir has spoken…"

moving his head between her legs 

his lips inches from hers…

she moved her hands down her legs then moved them back quickly 

"you are pushing your luck today my little bratty kitty,

daddy will cut you off if you move again."

pushing her thighs wide he played with her kitty for a while 

slipping his tongue between her lips, licking softly

as kitten moaned loud flicking her head back 

her Sir was slurping and drinking her juices like it was his last meal

the excitement was heavy and made kitty tremble from head to toe

Sir kissed her thigh with a smile on his face as he stood

swiftly taking two steps he removed the scarf then whispered in her ear…

"your lucky I'm in a giving mood…

I didn't give permission for that last one

but you knew that didn't you…

my naughty little bratty kitten are you looking for some punishment… 

well… let's see where the night takes us."

PT4

Sometime later Sir called kitten to the dining room 

she saunters in on top of the world with a smile that could light the darkest of rooms

her Sir had laid out quite a spread 

a paddle, whip, cain, crop and flogger 

sat upon a blanket over tables top

"pick your weapon of choice little kitten…"

kittens drive floored her excitement as she chose the flogger

passing it to her Sir

he moved the other objects placing a pillow in their place 

kitty knew now from the look on his face

that she was to strip and lay face down on the blanket 

Sir didn't say another word as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes

the leather was cool against her naked flesh as it glide down her back 

leaving goosebumps in tingles wake, before the first strike hits 

softer than kitty expected but her Sir noticed the flinch…

bending to take her ear between his teeth as he whispered…

"no need to flinch my sexy little kitty, daddy won't hurt you… to much…"

tantalisingly sweet the second blow licked her skin in hot doses

on the third hit he moved an inch and watched with passion

as her ass turned pink with each flick of his wrist

when the forth swing kissed her back 

kitty couldn't stop the moan that followed 

breathless Sir blew his final, dropping the flogger on the floor 

he walked to the door giving her another command..

"be in the music room in five minutes I'm not finished with you yet my dear pussy cat…"

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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Ohh no, not pain! lol.
    Cats in the bedroom? Will they leave clumps of fur?
    A horse too? Why the whip? (don't answer that! lol).
    Or someone going caneoing with that paddle?
    I've not quite got the hang of what's going on there. lol.

    • kitty the naughty poet

      😂😂😂😂 that just made me really giggle .. I won't answer I will tell you to Google it 😂😂😂😂

    • woundedheart

      Seems very ahem shall we say well researched and leave it at that. As for a flogger try damp silken strands next time the effect much more satisfying, or so I'm told 🐈👀

      • kitty the naughty poet

        You seem to be well versed in the matter lol I've not heard that one before

        • woundedheart

          Oh silk has so many uses from binding to beating, asphyxiation and blindfolded eyes 👹

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        • Thomas

          Two very sensual dicipline poems. Congratulations on combining the fantasy with believability
          I've become a big fan of your poetry

        • Goldfinch60

          Now I wonder what awaits kitty in the music room.

          Andy



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