Find these hairbrushes here:

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1711438121/usa-made-natural-boar-hair-pin-beechwood

I can think of a couple subs that should buy them. 😉

Bree let the cold water sluice off her back and over her bottom.

Jerk had left for work and not awakened her, thank God.  He hadn’t even mentioned how much louder and enthusiastic she’d been as he fucked her on the bed last night.

It was just as well because she’d have to lie to him about his prowess or something.  The reason had been the lovely welts on her ass from Sir’s belt she’d begged to receive.  She was such a harlot to beg for marks so she’d feel them while fucked by another man.  Sir seemed to enjoy the idea.

Bree stepped out of the shower and didn’t wait to dry off before she picked up her phone and took an up-close photo of her wet, hard nipples.  She texted it to Sir, thinking of you, sir.

She began brushing her hair when she glanced at her hairbrush. Hmm, she thought, it had a nice, wide head on it. She turned around to try smacking her bottom with it but stopped. Grinning, she picked up her phone.

Sir, may I take the liberty of giving myself a spanking with my hairbrush right now?  Please?

Bree bit her lower lip as the anticipation made her wetness pool in her pussy.  

Lol, what a tasty slut you are, Bree.  You may.  There should be at least five on each side, HARD, and then show me the aftermath.  If it’s not good enough, you’ll be told to do it again.

Her skin tingled at his words and his tone.  Did he know how it made her feel when he did this to her?  Probably.  Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.

Taking a deep breath, she bent herself a little more over the counter in the bathroom.  Reaching behind her with the brush, she tapped it to aim for the fleshy part of her butt.  Her arms came up, and she pretended to be serving the ball in tennis.

“AH!” She squealed as the brush stung a lot…a whole lot!  Come on, Bree, you begged for this, she told herself and delivered four more in the same spot with the same hardness.

Oh, God!  It…it worked.  She could imagine Sir behind her, grinning at her red marks and minor sniffles.  Rolling to the other side, she took her punishment like a good girl.  

Bree groaned as her pussy clenched in need.  Could she drive over to the bar fast enough?  She shook her head.  It wasn’t open, Silly Slut.  Remembering her Sir’s command, she took shots of each cheek and sent them.

Hmm…I think they need five more.  Do it again.  

She stared at his words.  Again??  Her Sir was an admitted sadist.  Bree sniffed a little and got another paddling.  This time, a small whimper escaped her lips.  Her pussy was burning with arousal.  

It felt like a fire that needed to be stamped out.  Her eyes widened.  Did she dare?  A moan bubbled up in her throat as she knew she had to do it.  She took the photos and sent them but also sent a message.

Done, Sir…I think my naughty pussy needs a spanking, Sir.

His response was quicker this time.  Bree almost giggled.

Does it?  Interesting.  Well, ten spanks for your pussy, then.  Show me how pink it is afterward.  You’re done with the hairbrush for now.

Ten????  Yes, Sir.  She wanted him to feel her shock and squirminess at having to obey him.  

Bree sat down on the toilet and spread her thighs wide.  Taking her right hand, she put the three tallest fingers together to form a kind of paddle.  Sir was getting impatient with her.  It’s what she told herself as she closed her eyes and had him spank her pussy ten times!!

Gasping with each stroke, Bree felt the fire get worse and not better.  She was whimpering and moaning before his spanking was done.  Panting, she leaned back and felt the prickling of tears in the corners of her eyes.  Tears from the pain, yes, but also from the frustrating need to be fucked and fucked HARD.

She obeyed with the photo of her pussy.  Bree had never sent a picture of any naked parts before, and it took every fiber of her strength to do it, but she knew he wanted it, and she wanted to please him.  It was sent.

Would he be sharing this with buddies?  Posting it on the internet?  Make it his WALLPAPER??  Her mind spiraled.

Good girl, Bree…very good girl.  I promise now and forever never to share these or post them.  Only you and I will ever see them, okay?  I vow this. 

Bree took a cleansing breath.  How did he know?  She grinned.  He knew because she wasn’t his first submissive.  How did she feel about that?

Bree decided she liked that he had experience since she had none. She would not back off of this unless he decided he no longer desired her.  

Thank you, Sir.  That helps a lot…as you know.  Please, Sir, please, may I come now?  

Her pussy clenched again at begging for an orgasm.  It was so…exciting and scary at the same time.  Sir controlled her pleasure…and it felt right.

No. You may edge, but no coming until after work today.  

She whined softly.  Not until after 5 p.m.?  It was only 9 a.m.!!

Bree thought about begging but knew he’d just take away her right to choose to edge and make her do it.  She’d respond like the good girl he wanted.

Thank you for letting me decide not to edge.  I couldn’t take it right now, Sir.  I just couldn’t.  

You’re welcome, Good Girl. I understand, and that’s why I made it a choice. Be good at work, and I won’t make you edge during the day.

Bree sighed.  She had an online job doing clerical things for a large business.  It meant a lot of sitting at her desk in her office area.  She smiled as she thought of the slightly tender welts and the hairbrush marks.  God, she was going to be very horny by tonight.

It was at lunch that the idea began to form in her head.  

As she suspected, she’d been basically in heat for Sir all morning but had done her work, or Sir would make her edge.  How would he know?  She’d tell him, of course.  It was part of who and what she was.  Bree used to confess things to Jerk, but he didn’t care.  It felt good to be given structure and held accountable.  This feeling made her happier, safer, and loved.

She began to think about wanting to spend more time with Sir.  

Sir, what would you think of hiring me as a bar server or helper? Is that even possible?

She went back to work with one eye on her phone.

…to be continued…