Eve and her boyfriend John rented a relatively small, but comfortable home just out of town. The house had two floors with three bedrooms, two of which had been turned into an office. Eve hoped that in the future they could be repurposed into children’s bedrooms, though for now they allowed them to comfortably work from home.
Eve worked at an actual office three days a week and two days at home, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This Tuesday, she was home alone, while her boyfriend was at work.
In the afternoon, with most of her work for the day done, she’d left her computer for a short break and went to look for a snack. One of the advantages of working from home was that you could just make a quick trip to your own kitchen whenever you were hungry or thirsty.
Unfortunately, that only worked when your kitchen was properly stocked. The cookie-drawer was empty, the last bag of salty chips lay empty on the table, finished by her and John the night before, no cheese, no dried meat, nothing to eat.
Eve shook her head disappointedly as she closed the cookie-drawer, even though she’d already known it’d be empty. She’d eaten the last of what was in there two days ago, last Sunday, even though John had only filled it the Friday before.
Then an idea popped into her head. When her boyfriend went shopping, he often bought an extra bag of goods which he hid in his home office. The first time she’d complained about this, he’d called her a sweet-tooth and accused her of eating more than her fair share of what he bought. He was right of course, and Eve had quickly learned the advantage of allowing him his secret stash. It meant she didn’t have to hold herself back when snacking, and could safely eat the last of something without having to leave some for him.
The drawback was, that some days she had nothing left while he had, which didn’t feel very fair, though it probably was.
With John at work however, it was safe for Eve to sneak into his office and see how much he had left. Perhaps she could take something without him noticing.
As she went back up the stairs, to her boyfriend’s office, her heart was racing. She knew that what she was doing was naughty, and should John catch her, she’d be in trouble. She was quite nervous and excited, even though she knew it’d be several hours until her boyfriend got back home.
John and Eve had been together for two years now and moved in together about half a year ago. As they dated, it had been quite apparent that Eve enjoyed filling a submissive role in their relationship, whilst John was more dominant, especially in the bedroom. Even in the early stages of their courtship, it hadn’t taken long before the first time that John had pulled Eve across his knee, and in the last two, almost three years, she’d earned plenty more spankings, many more sore red bottoms as she submitted to her boyfriend’s discipline.
A glowing sensation of excitement was building between Eve’s legs at just the thought that her boyfriend might catch her and discipline her. Whilst they might call it a punishment, they both knew what it really was, an arousing, erotic fantasy. There were no harsh words, no accusations or fighting, just a bit of playful scolding, a sore red bottom, and perhaps some time in the corner, just a naughty, provocative punishment followed by some passionate love-making.
As she opened the drawer in his desk where John kept his stash, Eve wondered whether she should take so much to make sure he’d find out. Her bottom was tingling with the anticipation of earning another spanking, that feeling of being naughty flooding her body.
To her disappointment, there was just a single box of chocolate chip cookies left, and only two cookies inside.
This left her with a choice, take just one and he might not realize, or take both and he’d surely know. The option of taking none at all hadn’t even crossed her mind.
Her first instinct was to just take both, making sure she’d get that punishment that she was now already looking forward to. If she only took one however, he might not realize, she might get away with it, and somehow that excited her even more, that uncertainty, not knowing what might happen, turned her on greatly.
Eve picked one, closed the drawer and left one cookie behind to cover her tracks. Almost giggling with excitement she returned to her office, quickly running, as if her boyfriend could be home at any moment.
Back at her computer Eve ate her stolen cookie slowly, taking the tiniest of bites and relishing every nibble to make it lasted as long as she could.
She set back to work, but couldn’t get much more done, as her mind was constantly on the future, imagining how her boyfriend would come home, how he’d find out how naughty she’d been, how he’d punish her, or perhaps not… Perhaps he wouldn’t realize, perhaps she might get away with it this time.
The longer she waited, the more nervous she got, not because she was afraid to be spanked, or that it might hurt; quite the opposite actually, she was nervous he might not find out, he might not go to his office today, or if he did, he might not remember he had two cookies left rather than just one.
Eve thought about going back to his office, eating that last cookie, or leaving the door to his office open, or leaving the drawer open, or perhaps even sprinkling some cookie crumbs on her own clothes. She didn’t do any of that however, but instead let the uncertainty mix with the anticipation until she was on the edge of her seat, her body tense as she waited for the sound of the front door, and her boyfriend coming home.
When she finally heard the front door ope, and her boyfriend’s playful “Honey, I’m home,” she rushed downstairs.
John barely had time to take off his coat before Ever hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his, letting out some of the tension.
Her boyfriend chuckled, “Someone is happy to see me,” he said, before wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.
Eve nodded and then kissed him, pressing herself even more firnly against him. She was horny, even if he didn’t find out about her naughtiness, at the very least she needed him to fuck her.
John’s hands slid down her back, firmly grasping her backside. Eve moaned softly, feeling his strong hands on her bottom that might, or might not get spanked.
“Wanna go upstairs?” she whispered.
Her boyfriend chuckled, “Give me a moment,” he said, letting go of her, “I’m barely inside.”
Evelyn licked her lips as a naughty, cheesy thought entered her mind, “I want you fully inside,” she moaned.
John groaned and then gave her a firm smack across her bottom, such corny jokes always earned her a quick swat, which now of course only made her even more horny. “Let me get something to eat first,” he said, “I’m hungry.”
Eve stopped herself from saying something even more tacky, saving that next swat for later, and followed him to the kitchen. As John went through the same motions she had earlier – rediscovering the empty cookie-drawer, going through the fridge, opening cupboards he already knew wouldn’t contain anything yummy – she pushed herself onto the kitchen table, legs spread provocatively in her short blue dress, eyeing him hungrily, ready to make her joke as soon as he turned around and looked at her.
“I have something you could eat,” she whispered when he finally turned around to her.
Her boyfriend chuckled, eyeing her up and down, considering for a moment to take her up on her offer. “Turned around,” he finally said.
Eve licked her lips, but then obediently slid back off the table, turned around and bent over, for she knew what was coming. She moaned deeply when a firm, hard swat landed across her backside.
“Stay here,” John ordered.
Eve bit her lower lip, leaning over deeply, resting her upper body on the kitchen table as she pushed up her bottom, urging her boyfriend to fuck her. When John left the room however and she heard him go up the stairs, she realized where he was going, his office, his secret stash.
Her heart was racing now, as she wondered whether he’d find out, whether she was about to get fucked, or spanked. Whatever it might be, she obediently stayed in position, waiting for him to return.
“Have you been in my office?” John asked when he returned.
Eve’s heart skipped a bit, he’d noticed. “No, why?” she asked, not looking up at him, staying in the submissive, bent over position, her bottom now tingling with anticipation.
“I could’ve sworn I had two of these left,” her boyfriend said, placing the last chocolate chip cookie on the table in front of her.
“Maybe you ate it,” Eve replied nervously, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her excitement.
“I think you ate it,” John said, placing his strong hand threateningly on her bottom.
Eve licked her lips, she’d pretended innocence long enough, she thought, “It was just one cookie,” she replied.
“One of my cookies,” her boyfriend replied strictly.
Eve moaned softly, “You’re not going to punish me over just one cookie, are you?” she asked, hoping, knowing that was exactly what he was going to do.
“You know what happens to naughty, thieving girls, don’t you?” John asked, “It doesn’t matter whether it’s a whole box of cookies or just one. Stealing is stealing.”
Eve licked her lips excitedly, she did know, this wasn’t the first time she’d gone through his stash, “That’s not fair,” she protested.
John suddenly grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, revealing the white cotton panties she wore underneath. “What’s not fair,” he said, “Is that there’s now only one left for me.”
“You had the whole box, I only had one” Eve countered, though she didn’t fight back as her boyfriend lowered her panties, pulling them all the way down to her ankles as he bared her backside completely. She knew very well that he probably hadn’t had any of those that they kept in the kitchen.
“You know you were wrong,” John replied, not going into the argument further, “and the more you complain now, the more sore your bottom is going to be.”
Eve bit her lip, that wasn’t fair at all, she thought, she loved these little back-and-forths, the play-fighting, the pretend argument that would always end with her boyfriend on top and her bottom sore and throbbing. “You’re mean,” she protested.
John chuckled, “That’s true, I never said I wasn’t, you’ve known that since we started dating.”
Eve blushed slightly, he always said that, always reminding her that he’d warned her, that he enjoyed punishing her, making her squeal and squirm. “You’re a mean boyfriend who’s going to spank me over just one small cookie,” she continued.
“At least we’re on the same page about that,” John replied, and then landed his hand with a firm swat across her backside.
Eve moaned deeply as the sting spread through her buttocks, her whole body was tense, her bottom tingling, her pussy wet with arousal, her mind flooded with endorphins. She loved her mean boyfriend.
Again and again, her boyfriend’s hand landed across her backside, firm and hard, her buttocks bouncing from the impact as Eve pushed up her bottom, eager to accept her punishment.
The sting spread quickly across her behind, her skin burning with a hot tingling sensation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft glowing pain building in her backside.
Slowly the pain increased, the sting in her backside multiplying with each loud smack across her bottom. She opened her eyes again, clenching her teeth as her boyfriend’s hand rained down across her behind.
Eve moaned softly as the soft pink color in her bottom slowly turned brighter and brighter red. She squirmed, her bottom swaying left and right as to escape her boyfriend’s firm palm, but with his other hand on her lower back, he kept her firmly pinned down.
“It was only one cookie,” she protested, as the pain became almost too much to bear and her bottom was on fire. But she knew her boyfriend didn’t deal in half-measures, whether he’d spanked her for getting in trouble after staying out late with her friends and getting drunk, or just stealing a single cookie; a spanking was a spanking, and her bottom would be sore and red at the end.
John paused for a moment, placing his hand on her tingling, burning backside. He caressed her gently, easing some of the pain, though she knew well enough that he was only doing this so he could spank her even more after. “Are you saying I’m being too strict on you?” he asked.
Eve licked her lips, the question sounded like a trick. A good, submissive girl who’d learned her lesson would agree that she got what she deserved. She hadn’t learned her lesson yet however, she didn’t want her punishment to be over just yet, “Perhaps just a little,” she replied meekly, expecting this to earn her a couple more extra hard swats.
“Do you think you deserve less punishment because you took just one, instead of both cookies?” her boyfriend asked.
“I think that’d be fair,” Eve replied carefully.
“Do you know what I think?” her boyfriend asked, “I think you only took one, because you thought I might not realize it, so that you might get away with it. Did you?”
Eve blushed deeply, John’s hand had now gone from caressing her bottom, to stroking her pussy, his hand deep between her legs, playing with her lips, fingering her clit. “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
“So if you were trying to hide what you were doing, you knew it was wrong,” John continued, “So in fact taking only one is even more naughty than if you’d just taken all of them.”
Eve bit her lower lip hornily, she hadn’t thought about it like that, “I just thought it’d be fun to see whether you’d find out,” she replied honestly.
“So you just wanted to have some fun?” her boyfriend asked, his hand now back on her backside, threateningly, squeezing and pinching her sore bottom.
“Yes,” Eve moaned excitedly, arching her back, pushing up her bottom for the next part of her punishment, she was having fun.
“Then let’s have some fun,” John said, and instead of spanking her, he picked up the chocolate chip cookie on the table. “Open your mouth,” he said, “Don’t bite.”
Eve blushed, but obediently opened her mouth. Her boyfriend pushed the cookie between her lips, halfway inside her mouth.
“Hold it there, and make sure it doesn’t break,” he explained.
Eve gently held the cookie between her teeth, careful not to bite down on it, tasting the sugary sweetness on her tongue.
“You wanted some fun,” her boyfriend said, “So let’s play a game. The rules are simple, you have to make sure the cookie doesn’t fall or break. If it’s still whole by the end of your punishment, you get to eat it.”
John then stepped back behind her, placing his hand on her bottom, “If you lose the game however, you’ll earn an extra punishment, for which I’ll use my belt.”
Eve groaned softly. She loved it when her boyfriend disciplined her with his belt. The image of him pulling it through the loops of his trousers, folding it in half threateningly was such an erotic, exciting visual. The pain of it biting her bottom was delightful and excruciating. She remembered the first time he’d done it, how nervous she’d been, and how much she’d loved it. It was by far the favorite implement he’d used on her behind and he knew it.
It would also be quite a harsh punishment for just a single cookie.
Then John’s hand landed across her backside, and Eve groaned deeply. Her bottom was still sore from the first wave and her boyfriend wasn’t holding back.
Again and again he spanked her with the full swing of his arm, her red buttocks bouncing from the impact of his hand. The cookie between her lips almost flew out at the first stroke, and she had to focus to keep it safe, biting hard enough not to drop it, but not so hard that it might break.
Eve whimpered and squirmed as her poor bottom was set on fire. She couldn’t moan or squeal, with the fear that opening her mouth too wide would drop the previous cookie, but to keep those sounds in she had to bite down and that risked breaking it.
She knew it was a hopeless cause, knew that eventually she’d lose and face the consequences, her boyfriend’s belt across her poor backside. That’s what she wanted. But not yet, she wanted to hold out as long as she could, show him she wasn’t going to lose too easily.
So she kept the cookie safe, grunting and moaning, her mouth partially open, saliva drooling down her chin as her body squirmed and her bottom trembled.
The sound of her punishment echoed in the small kitchen, her bottom burning bright as tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, not from the pain, but from the effort of keeping that cookie safe while her poor behind was the exact opposite, exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected.
She could feel the first cracks appearing, her own saliva weakening the cookie’s integrity. It was too late to save it, and the pain in her backside was almost too much to bear. She bit down, breaking the cookie in two, pieces of it falling onto the table among the pool of drool.
Another smack landed across her behind, and then her boyfriend paused, “It looks like someone lost the challenge,” he said.
Eve blushed, but she couldn’t speak, not with a mouth full of crumbs. She’d lost, so she wasn’t allowed to eat it, right? Was she supposed to spit it out?
“You might as well swallow the rest,” John said, “I don’t think anyone else would want to eat that.”
Eve quickly chewed what was left in her mouth and swallowed, she smiled shyly, nervous for what was going to happen next, but excited as well and proud that she’d held out this long. “I knew you prefer it when I swallow,” she replied, showing her boyfriend that while her bottom might be red and sore, she could still make a corny joke, and more importantly, was able to take more punishment.
John replied with a good, hard swat across her bottom of course, and then unbuckled his belt before slowly pulling it through the loops of his trousers.
Eve bit her lips, her poor backside was on fire, she was getting more nervous with the second. She hadn’t expected the minor theft of a single cookie would end up with her getting the belt. “Can’t I have a short break first?” she asked.
John placed his hand on her backside, caressing her softly. “I’ll let you eat what’s left of that cookie, and when you’re done, we’ll finish your punishment.”
Eve blushed, looking down at the few leftover crumbs of half a cookie. She picked them up one by one, slowly, savoring each bite like she had before, while her boyfriend gently caressed her burning behind, the gentle touch of his hand reawakening her arousal and desire for more.
When the last crumb disappeared into her mouth, the touch of John’s hand disappeared and was replaced with the cool leather of his belt.
Eve braced herself, and then the belt swung through the air, landing across her backside with a loud crack.
She moaned deeply, bravely arching her back, pushing her bottom up for more.
The belt landed again, painting a darker shade of red across her already bright bottom.
Eve squealed. Without the cookie to gag her, she was free to let it out. With each swing of the belt, she moaned and squealed as the pain spread through her bottom.
Just one cookie, she thought, as her boyfriend whipped her behind with his belt.
Eve kicked her feet against the kitchen floor, grinded her teeth, squirming, squealing, and yet keeping her bottom high, relishing in her punishment, her body flooding with excitement, her pussy drenched with arousal at this strict, unfair treatment by her mean, dominant boyfriend.
His belt kept coming, again and again, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, keeping her on her toes – literally – as she screamed with each painful stroke across her poor behind.
When he finally stopped, her legs were trembling, her poor bottom felt like a bonfire. She felt like she couldn’t take any more, even though just moments ago she’d been moaning and not wanting it to end.
Her boyfriend placed his hands on her bottom, gently, carefully. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Eve,” he said.
Eve whimpered softly, “I have,” she said. She licked her lips as she could feel her boyfriend pushing his hips against her burning bottom, grinding the bulge of his erect cock against her pussy. She eagerly spread her legs as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She moaned deeply when she felt his cock spring to life between her legs.
John pushed it inside of her, deep, until his hips pressed firmly against her throbbing backside and she moaned deeply.
“Since I didn’t get a cookie,” her boyfriend suddenly said, “You don’t get to cum.”
Eve groaned deeply, “Why?” she begged, that wasn’t fair, she was so horny, she was on the edge already.
“Because I said so,” John said, his cock still deep inside of her, almost teasingly.
Eve moaned, it wasn’t fair, though it wasn’t the first time her boyfriend forbade her from climaxing. It was part of their powerplay, all she had to do was obey, prove to him that she could be a good girl, and in the end he’d allow her the release, he always did. The fact that he kept this from her, that he made her work for it, only made her want it more, which made it even harder to control herself. She had to though, if she orgasmed now, without his permission, she’d be punished again, and she wasn’t sure she could take more of his belt, not right away at least. “I won’t,” she whimpered.
Then John fucked her, hard and fast, just like she’d been waiting for since he got home. His hips smacking into her poor, throbbing backside, the sound an echo of her earlier punishment. His cock penetrated her deeply, grinding against the most sensitive part of her body.
Eve groaned, he pushed her towards the edge, her body trembling uncontrollably as she was almost unable to contain herself. She had to scream to stop herself from climaxing, to keep herself balanced on the edge.
Then her boyfriend froze up, his cock deep inside of her filling her up with his cum. Eve bit down on her lip, forcing her body to remain still, to not join him in his ecstasy like she so desperately wanted to.
Then he pulled out, his touch gone, though she could still feel him inside of her.
She took a deep breath, she’d made it, she’d controlled herself just long enough. She pushed herself up carefully and turned around, wincing slightly as her sore, sensitive bottom bumped against the table. “Have I been a good girl now?” she begged.
Her boyfriend grinned, that self-satisfied, smug grin he always had when he’d dominated her like this, it made her hair stand on end and yet she loved it at the same time. “You’re allowed to cum,” he said, “Once I’ve had my cookies.”
Eve blushed, they both knew there weren’t any left. What did he want? Did he expect her to bake him some herself? She suddenly imagined herself in an apron, and nothing else, her sore red bottom peeking out from behind. The image immediately turned her on, eager to please her boyfriend with some home-made cookies. Then she frowned, “I don’t think we have the ingredients to bake some,” she replied dejectedly.
“Then you’ll probably have to head to the store,” John replied.
Eve’s blush deepened. She was wet, horny, red and sore, she was in no state to go outside right now. Though if she wanted more, she had to.
With her panties pulled back up – snugly around her poor, sensitive bottom – and her dress pulled down, Eve made a quick trip to the local grocery store. She felt like everyone was watching her, though of course no-one knew that under that short dress was the bright red bottom of a naughty girl that just moments ago had been disciplined by her boyfriend.
Horny and excited by the imagined stares, she hurried home. She’d bought the ingredients, but a premade pack of cookies as well. Baking them would take time, more time that she was willing to wait for.
Back home she found John waiting for her on the couch and handed him the box of cookies before straddling his lap. Hungrily she grinded herself against him, making clear what she wanted while he patiently opened the box and picked out one cookie.
She almost asked him if she could have one as well, but then felt his cock growing underneath her again. Her trip to the store had given him just enough time to rest. Eagerly she increased the intensity with which she rubbed herself against him whilst he slowly, teasingly ate his cookie.
“Good girl,” he finally said, after swallowing the last bite. His hands now sliding under her dress, grabbing her buttocks. The pain was still there, but it felt good, arousing.
Eve pushed herself off her boyfriend for just a moment, just long enough for him to pull down her panties and free his cock from his trousers. She eagerly helped him inside of her as she sat back down.
“Am I allowed to cum now?” she asked hungrily.
“You are,” her boyfriend replied, as he placed one hand on her chest, squeezing her breasts, whilst he pushed the other between her legs, fingers slipping between her lips, stroking her clit whilst she rode his cock.
Eve moaned deeply, the day’s anticipation, her punishment, his cock, his hand, it all culminated in this, her body trembling uncontrollably as within moments the orgasm took hold of her. She squealed and moaned as she rode him, before suddenly collapsing against his chest.
John then placed his hands back on her hips, his fingers digging into her buttocks. He smacked her sore bottom with one hand, “Don’t stop,” he said.
Eve groaned, but realized he hadn’t climaxed yet, she continued to ride him, whilst her own body was trembling. “How many?” she asked.
“How many what?” her boyfriend asked.
“How many times am I allowed to cum?” she asked.
“As many as it takes,” John replied.
Eve squealed, but continued to ride her boyfriend, encouraged by the occasional smack of his hand across her behind, her body trembling as orgasm after orgasm flooded her brain until she was no longer certain where one ended and the next began, until finally, John wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, groaning deeply as he filled her throbbing pussy with his cum.
For a moment, they just sat there, Eve still straddling her boyfriend, her body trembling slightly, her bottom sore.
“Go and put the rest of those cookies in my office,” John said.
Eve moaned protestingly, but obediently got off his lap. She picked up the opened box and carried it up to her boyfriend’s secret stash.
When she got back down, John had dressed himself again. “I’ll be at work the rest of week,” he said, “I better not catch you stealing my cookies again next time you’re home alone.”
Eve grinned mischievously. She’d be working from home on Thursday, and whilst her bottom was still sore, part of her was already considering another sneaky trip to her boyfriend’s office. She’d bought those ingredients to bake some cookies for her boyfriend after all, what else was she going to use them for, if not to apologise for being naughty?
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