Hunter came over the other night. It was the first time I’d seen him in quite a while. I was on vacation, then he was on vacation, and our schedules just didn’t mesh. Story of us.
There was some drama though. Nothing with him can be easy. That boy drives me crazy, in so many ways. We had plans for him to come over sometime after I got off work. I texted him the night before, confirming he was coming, and reminding him that he needed to cum before he came. Everything was good to go. But, when I got off work I couldn’t get a hold of him. I didn’t hear from him until waaay later in the evening when I received a text saying “I forgot and started drinking with my roommate. sorry” I was not happy.
How can you forget about getting some? Seriously, I was insulted by it. I would *never* forget about plans like that. I was surprisingly emotionally detached from it though. Yeah, I was pissed but I wasn’t raging mad like I have been in the past. And I didn’t come anywhere close to tears. In the past when he’s pulled shit like this, it made me bawl my eyes out. I’m very pleased that I’ve been able to emotionally detach from him (knock on wood). A while after his original text, I sent one back saying not to bother contacting me again. He most certainly didn’t listen. For the next hour or so we texted back and forth, with me trying to convey how upset I was and him not taking me seriously at all.
Finally, I told him to get his ass over to my place or he’d never see me again. He used the drinking excuse so I simply told him to sober up and that I’d wait up – it didn’t matter how late he got here. I could tell by his texts that he wasn’t too far gone, otherwise I wouldn’t have pushed the issue (when he’s really been drinking they aren’t readable). When he finally showed up I could smell the alcohol on him but he was just fine.
He gave me a hug while I stood there with my hands at my side. We spent quite a while standing there, him holding and trying to kiss me, and me very blatantly refusing his advances. I lectured him extensively about his actions and how he made me feel. He assured me it wouldn’t happen again. But, I felt some physical punishment was in order to reiterate the point.
He laid naked on the couch while I sat on the floor, leaning onto the couch. I went to town flicking his cock and balls with my index finger. I’ve done that to him before but never as extensively as I did that night. It got a dramatic reaction from him. It was quite pleasant…for me! I then moved on to spanking him. I had a huge pizza paddle and wooden spoon sitting out the whole time so he knew it was coming. I don’t know if that impacted his headspace beforehand or not; I should have asked. I’ve written before about how much I enjoy the wooden spoon. Using something so cliche makes me feel like such a novice but damnit, it gets the best reaction! The pizza paddle didn’t get nearly as much reaction out of him (the smaller implements seem to work better for him/us…is that true for most people?) but it did give his ass a very even red tone. I found that to be much hotter than the random little red blotches that the wooden spoon leaves. But, I didn’t use the paddle much. As I’ve said before, it’s all about the reaction for me. I really wailed on his ass. It’s the first time I’ve literally taken my anger out on him. In the past when I’ve punished him I detached because I’ve always been told you shouldn’t strike out of anger in a scene. While I agree with that for the most part, I was still totally in control and it’s not like I was all out flogging him or anything. The moments when I let myself get angry and really wail on him only lasted a few moments, and then I would back off and let him recover. It was fucking hot though and it felt so damn good to get that negative energy out.
Originally I intended to only beat him and send him home – not eating me and definitely no fucking. But, I just can’t pass up the opportunity to have him when he’s with me. Each time could be the last time and if it does end up being the last time, I’d totally kick my own ass for not fucking him. I let him go down on me and he ate me out for quite a while. It’s the closest I’ve gotten to cumming from a guy going down on me. It was hot. And, of course it made me want him in me like no other. So, that’s exactly what I told him – “I want you inside of me.” He was happy to oblige.
It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as I thought it would, which really worked to his advantage. I only intended for him to fuck me for a few seconds - just enough for me to feel his cock in me, which is the biggest thing that does it for me. Since it felt good, I let him fuck me for a little longer. A little longer was still only a minute or two though, hehe. I gave him 5 more thrusts, then he was to pull out and cum on my pussy. He whined and said, “But I can’t come like that.” What bullshit. He pulled out when I told him to and came within 5-10 seconds. Him not being allowed to cum in me was a punishment in and of itself. I really like him cumming on my pussy – then I gets some more attention from his tongue (I almost always make him eat his own cum).
He admitted that he thinks I wouldn’t have gone through with my threat not to see him again. There’s a good chance he was right – I probably wouldn’t have gone through with it. In some random moment of weakness, I would have contacted him and he would have weaseled his way into being forgiven yet again. But each time I grow more and more detached. I think he knows I’m getting close to walking away for good. For my own good I hope I’m close to that point. It’s demeaning and embarrassing to myself to put up with his shit.
