Actually, I usually want to wait with new messages until I get an answer from you again, but I have a fantasy in my head that I would like to share with you.
I love reading. And a typical sentence from everyone who also likes to read is, I guess, "just one more chapter, I promise." A classic, especially when the book is so exciting that you feel like you say it before every chapter. And what I imagine then:
It's evening, you've already gone to bed and I told you I'd be right after, just this one chapter, I promise. But sometime in the night you wake up and realize that I'm still not lying next to you. You get up and find me in my favorite chair as I'm still reading. Completely absorbed so that I don't even notice how you suddenly stand in front of me with a look that I can't really interpret.
From here I don't know how it could go on, there would certainly be many options. Would you like to continue the story? I'm curious what you're thinking.
(If you haven't noticed in my other messages, I'm a very sensitive and emotional person. I hope you can handle it ^^.) ♥️
i adore sweet, little bookworms! but even they need disciplined sometimes too.
i'd stand there for a long moment, arms crossed, just watching you. when you finally sense me and look up with those wide, guilty eyes, i'd tilt my head and say:
“…just one more chapter, you said.” i'd walk over, take the book from your hands, and close it with a soft snap.
“mommy went to bed expecting you to crawl in beside her… and instead i find you being a naughty, selfish reader who can’t listen. what am i going to do with you, hm?”
i'd set the book aside and pull you up from the chair. in one smooth motion, i'd sit down and tug you face-down over my lap. i'd push your sleep shirt up and slide your panties down your thighs, exposing your bare bottom.
“you’re going to learn that when i say it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime.”
i'd start spanking you. firm, deliberate smacks that echo in the quiet room. i'd want you to feel every single one. between spanks i'd rub your warm skin and speak softly:
“too absorbed in your silly book to remember who you belong to?” spank “does that pretty pussy get wetter when you’re being bad?”
once your ass is nice and pink, i'd slide my hand between your thighs and find you soaked, just like i knew you would be. i'd chuckle lowly and start stroking your slick folds.
“look at this… dripping all over mommy’s fingers while i punish you. such a filthy little thing.”
i'd keep you over my lap, fingering you slow and deep while i scold you gently, occasionally landing another sharp smack on your sore bottom when you squirm too much.
only when you’re a desperate mess would i finally lean down and whisper against your ear:
“mommy’s going to carry you to bed now… and you’re going to make it up to me with your mouth between my legs until i’m satisfied. understood?”