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Ava was nervous when she showered and got dressed, she was nervous when Zane took her downstairs, and she was nervous as they ate dinner with Miguel. She had a hard time focusing on the conversation and while she usually didn’t have a problem with small talk, she now found it hard to follow along. Zane hadn’t given her even a hint at what her punishment would be, and Ava was becoming obsessed with trying to find out.
“I think we will retire early tonight, my wife seems tired,” Zane told Miguel as they had finished eating.
“Of course. Have a nice evening, Mrs. A,” Miguel said.
“Thank you,” Ava said. They all stood up and Miguel left the room first. Ava was about to do the same when Zane stopped her.
“You will go up to our room, you will pick out some sexy lingerie that you think I will enjoy and you will sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for me. I will join you in twenty minutes. If I don’t find you sitting on the bed in something that makes my cock hard as iron, you will get one flog for each minute it takes you to get into that position. Do you understand, angel?” he whispered in her ear. Ava swallowed hard as she felt her body react to the closeness of Zane and his words.
“Yes, Zane,” she said.
“Tonight, you call me Sir, angel.”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed.
“Good girl. Now get going, and don’t drag your feet hoping to get a light spanking. You won’t enjoy the flogging you get for being late,” he informed her. Zane placed his hand around her throat and dragged her in to a hard kiss. “Twenty minutes,” he reminded her and gently pushed her towards the door. Ava nodded as she set off to go to their bedroom. All the way upstairs she was thinking about what she would wear. By the time she opened the door and stepped inside the room, she knew just the thing. She had bought the set about a month ago and had been saving it for a special occasion. This was the perfect time, she thought as she stripped and went to find what she was looking for. The white bra was made out of mesh that was almost completely see through. The cups were low cut and would usually just have kept her breasts in place. But since she had grown in that department, they were now almost spilling out of the cups. Where the cups met the straps there were a bundle of white feathers as decoration on both sides. The panties had a frill on each side of sheer lace, the middle was made out of the same mesh as the bra and split open over Avas pussy. From the panties two sets of thin gold chains cris crossed over her mid rift. Ava played around with them for a moment in front of the mirror. The last time she had tried the set on, she didn’t have the beginning of a baby bump. She then realised she was running low on time and quickly ran her fingers through her hair and put on some mascara and lipstick before hurrying to sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Zane. Ava thought she had been given more than twenty minutes after waiting awhile. But she hadn’t checked her phone for the time when she hurried upstairs, so she had a hard time judging. The wait was killing her. Her body was craving whatever Zane would be bringing. And she had a hard time not rubbing her legs together as she waited. She knew she would be in trouble if Zane caught her. Her phone rang and she saw Zane’s name. She frowned and picked it up.
“Zane?” she asked, feeling worried.
“It’s okay, angel. I just needed to step out to the club,” he explained.
“Oh.” It was all Ava could say as she battled with the disappointment.
“Have you been a good girl for me, angel?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she told him.
“Switch on your camera and let me look at you,” he ordered. Ava switched the call over to video call and smiled at the phone as she held it at arm length, trying to get as much of herself in the frame as she could. “Fuck angel, I need to see it all. Propp your phone up on the dresser and twirl for me.” Ava did as she was told. She made sure the camera showed the space in the middle of the room and then she stood there and slowly turned all the way around. “You are a true vision, angel,” he told her.
“Thank you, Sir,” Ava said, trying to figure out if Zane would be home soon enough for her to stay in her outfit.
“You look disappointed, angel. Were you looking forward to me punishing you?” Zane asked her.
“I was, Sir. But I understand that things change,” she told him. He gave her a sexy smile and signed for her to get closer. Ava walked and picked up her phone.
“Go and lay down on the bed,” he told her. His voice had the sternness it only had when he ordered her around in the bedroom.
“Yes, Sir.” She hurried over to the bed and laid down on her back, looking into her phone.
“You were a good girl and was ready on time, so no flogging,” Zane told her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“But you are all worked up. Waiting on your punishment, dressing up, waiting for me to join you. If I know that perfect pussy of yours, it’s leaking by now.”
“It is, Sir,” Ava confirmed.
“Show me,” he demanded. Ava swallowed and did her best to move the view of the camera down her body as she bent her knees and spread her legs. “I fucking love it when you wear panties like that,” she heard him growl. “What were you fantasising about when you were waiting for me?” he asked. Ava felt herself blush, over a year in Zane’s company and she still hadn’t got over some of her shyness. “Angel?” he asked with more demand in his voice.
“I was wondering how you would punish me, Sir,” she told him. He hummed.
“And what ways did come to mind?”
“Spanking,” she said.
“You have always responded well to it. It was your first punishment,” he remembered.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed as the memory made Ava even more turned on.
“And?”
“That you would tie me up, Sir,” she told him.
“We always have fun with ropes,” he said.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And?”
“N-nothing else.”
“It looks like it was enough. You must be suffering, angel. So aroused and no one there to help you,” Zane remarked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you wish I would do if I was there with you. Only use your hand, angel.” Zanes voice had grown dark and demanding.
“Yes, Sir,” Ava replied and felt her excitement grow at the thought of releasing some of the pent-up horniness. She let her hand that didn’t hold her phone explore her wet lower lips. She felt a little clumsy, with Zane’s apatite she hadn’t needed to touch herself in a long time.
“Open yourself up so I can see what you are doing, angel,” Zane demanded.
“Y-yes, Sir.” Ava did her best to open up her lips with her fingers as she circled her clit with her middle one. Her long wait and Zanes teasing had made her drenched and desperate. She started to move her hips.
“Yes, just like that, angel. You are fucking perfect. I can almost taste you on my tongue. I need you to put a finger inside yourself, let me see you fill my pussy,” he told her. Ava just whimpered at the command, but Zane didn’t correct her. Her back arched as she inserted a finger into her wet opening. Her fingers weren’t as thick or long as his and she missed the way Zane always hit all the right spots.
“Sir,” she moaned as she increased the speed.
“Are you close, angel?” Zane asked her.
“Yes, Sir. It feels so good,” she moaned.
“I can see that. I can see what a good girl you can be. A perfect angel that can take my cock in your pussy. Would you like that?”
“Oh god yes, Sir,” Ava whined. She was so close and the image of Zane entering her pushed her close to climax.
“Stop, angel!” Zane demanded. Ava stopped and looked down on her phone.
“S-sir?” she asked confused.
“Go into the closet, I left something behind the door for you,” Zane told her. Ava squirmed on the bed. She had been so close, and she thought she could make herself tumble over the edge if she just accidentally rubbed her clit. “Angel.” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied and sat up. She could tell she would get in more trouble if she dared to defy him. With him on the call, she went in to look at what he had left for her. Behind the door a trench coat looking garment hang. It was white and Ava guessed it wouldn’t quite reach her knees. There were also a pair of high heeled sandals in gold.
“Put it on,” Zane told her.
“Just this, Sir?” Ava asked.
“Yes.” She put the phone down and put on the shoes and then the jacket. She had been right, it reached halfway down her thighs.
“Let me look at you, angel,” Zane said as she picked the phone back up. She walked into the bedroom and propped the phone up on the dresser and showed him her new outfit. “Good, it covers the essentials. Go downstairs. Tom is waiting to take you to the club,” he told her.
“Only wearing this, Sir?” she asked, nervously. She saw a satisfied grin on her husband’s face.
“You didn’t think I would skip your punishment, did you? No, angel, this is just the beginning. You are not to touch yourself, or rub yourself, or pleasure yourself in any way. You are sure as hell not going to let anyone else pleasure you. Do I make myself clear?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You will go downstairs and let Tom take you to the club. You will walk up to the bar and take your usual seat and you will wait for me to collect you. You are not to dance. You are not to talk to anyone else than the staff or Tom. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now get going. Don’t keep me waiting,” he said and ended the call. Ava took a deep breath, told herself that only she and Zane knew what she was wearing underneath her coat and walked downstairs.