You stagger inside after a long night of partying with your girlfriends. The bar great and the group of you drank so much that you had to catch a ride from someone else. The house is dark except for the single small light in the living room. You think about all the guys you teased and you start to drip with desire. You walk carefully into the living room, trying to be quiet and not wake "him" up. You know your master will not be happy about you being out all night but if you are quiet you might be able to slip his notice. You walk through not even paying attention to the room.
"Where have you been, darling?" A voice said from the shadows of the chair.
You are startled, turning to face the voice but you stagger against the door frame.
"You've been out drinking haven't you? What else have you been doing?"
He stands up and moves up to you. Looking you up and down; he scowls at your outfit. You made sure to dress in your little school girl outfit for the club: your plaid skirt, a tight black half shirt, your black boots and your choker on your neck. It always drove all the guys wild to see it and when you dance they could see your ass. You loved showing it off. It was nice having all those stares on you and the jealous looks from the other women. But now, seeing that look on his face, you are not sure it was such a good idea. He looked at you with those green eyes of his and they were a light with anger. You tried to step away but his hand latches on your arm and he pulls you close. He breaths deeply and he frowns at you.
"You've been drinking, you are dressed like a slut and I can smell like ... a guy has been groping you."
"No, no, nothing happened. Sweetie, I'm drunk but no one touched me," You stammer out, lying out your ass.
"Do you think I am stupid baby? You are dressed like a slut, you are drunk," He says, he puts his hand under your skirt and feels your pussy," And you're wet."
You look at him with shock and you realize he is right. All those stares and looks, the dancing and the flirting has gotten you wet. Your pussy is dripping. It might have been because of some of dance partners took advantage of your pantyless state; putting their fingers in you. You shudder at his touch; you love it when he touches you and that anger in his eyes gives you the excitement and fear. Your pussy drips onto his fingers and he pulls his hand away.
"You are such a slut, you are dripping and you want me to fuck you right now?"
"Yes, please fuck me... I need you inside me."
"You don't deserve it, slut. Why should I give you my cock when you give your pussy away to anyone with one?"
"No one fucked me, sir. I just teased them."
"You teasing little slut, you left all those guys hard and walked away? And now you come to me for sex? Getting turned on by others and then coming home to me? Is that it?"
You nod your head and hang it low. You have never seen him so angry before and it frightens you but he always turns you on.
"I'm going to punish you... go get it."
You know what he wants so you go into the bedroom and grab the paddle. It is heavy and black with a leather strap on one end. You meekly hand it to him and he looks at you with such disgust that you turn away from him. He grabs you and pushes you over a chair and lifts up your skirt. Lifting up your skirt, he rubs the paddle across your bare ass. The wood feels cold and thrilling as you grip on the back of the chair.
"You know I don't want to punish you but you been such a bad girl that I have to paddle that ass of yours."
