Sophia and the Birch Rod – a fragment


“I’m unhappy with you, Sophia. Very disappointed.” My voice was low and soft. “I thought you knew better,” I said, as I continued to pinch and roll her nipple between my fingers. Sophia was naked from the waist up, and standing in her corner with her hands behind her head. “I have a special punishment for a young woman who won’t follow directions.”

Taking her by the shoulders, I turned Sophia until she faced the corner and admired my girlfriend’s perfect bottom. Even though it was still covered by the plaid skirt that I’d instructed her to wear, I could see the plump fullness of Sophia’s butt cheeks pressed against the fabric.

I wasted no time in flicking the end of my birch rod under Sophia’s skirt and flipping it up. She shuddered as the rod touched her legs, and I smiled at the brief flicker of her panties. There it was: a robust and plump little ass straining against her cotton underpants.

This time, I used my fingers to raise the tail of her skirt slowly and then tuck it into the thick, leather waist band. Sophia trembled, but said nothing.

Sophia’s white cotton panties were strained with the plump fullness of her bottom. Touching the tip of my tongue to my lips, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered the  material, watching her flesh compress and then roll out from under the descending material. I took a slow breath and my heart pounded when Sophia’s perfect ass was completely bare to my view.

I took a step back and admired my lovely girlfriend: Sophia, trembling with her hands behind her head, naked from the waist up; her plaid skirt bunched around her waist; her firm bottom, plump and beautiful. God, how I loved my girlfriend’s plump, brown ass.

Sophia’s legs trembled slightly as I stroked the slight heaviness of her chubby bottom. Pressing harder, I bounced her ass cheeks up and down in the palm of my hand. I loved that jiggle, cause my baby most assuredly has back!

Kneeling, I put my lips to the brown expanse of her bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of her warm flesh. Then, I pulled my head back and stood up. I would have more time to enjoy her flesh later – studying and mapping every inch with my mouth, my tongue, my lips. But first, Sophia would be whipped – a lesson she deserved, designed to ensure her compliance in future demands.

“Come to the table, Sophia.” I gestured with the birch rod.

Sophia turned. She was hesitant and kept her eyes low.

“Quickly, now!”

Still with her hands behind her head, Sophia stepped lightly to the table. I didn’t have to give the next command; Sophia knew what was expected. She leaned over the table, and then stretched forward with her hands, gripping the far side.

Sophia’s bottom cheeks tightened as she pulled at the table, standing on tip-toe. From the floor, I retrieved Sophia’s panties, while swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with the other.

“You won’t make a sound, my pet.” I wadded the panties, and then leaned over the table to push them into her mouth. Sophia opened her lips without protest.

“If spit those panties out, I’ll give you 10 more strokes.” I smiled and touched the tip of the rod to Sophia’s upturned cheeks. “Do you understand me, Sophia?”

She nodded silently, her eyes wide with expectation.

I took a step back, and stood to the right of Sophia so that she could see me out of the corner of her eye. Raising my arm, I brought the whippy birch rod up sharply, and then with a sideways motion, I delivered a fine stroke, low across Sophia’s strained ass cheeks.

Sss-crack!

The rod blazed a bright red strip across the Sophia’s flesh, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Sophia pulled hard against the end of the table, her black hair a flurry as she whipped her head up. She moaned into the makeshift gag, but didn’t let go of the table.

I stepped forward, my eyes on Sophia’s beautiful, brown bottom cheeks; they were tense and shivering.

“Keep your ass high, Sophia.” I licked my lips and raised the rod again. “Only 11 strokes to go.”

One response to “Sophia and the Birch Rod – a fragment

  1. I love the way you build the suspense. You really put us in the scene.

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