The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl by Kayla Lords Page A

rush. She feared she would orgasm before being
granted permission.
    “Yes, Babygirl. I want to look into your eyes
as you cum for me!”
    At his words, she relaxed her body and felt
the walls of her pussy spasm. Warm fluid gushed over Sir’s hand and
down her thighs. Their eyes remained locked on one another.
Babygirl could see the satisfaction and desire.
    Gasping for breath, Babygirl closed her eyes
and sagged against the wall.
    “Breathe, Babygirl. Breathe deep for me.”
Sir’s voice soothed and calmed her.
    Sir released Babygirl’s throat and hands,
pulling her into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his waist,
she pressed her face into his chest, inhaling his masculine
scent.
    “Thank you, Sir.” Babygirl’s voice was barely
a whisper.
    “You’re welcome, Babygirl. That was just a
warm-up. Get your ass on the bed. On your knees, head down, ass
up.”
    Sir pushed her towards the bed, smacking her
flank as she hurried to move into position. For a moment, Babygirl
thought about the freshly washed sheets and considered grabbing a
towel, but Sir’s tone left no room for deviation from his
instructions. The sheets can be washed again , she
decided.
    Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Babygirl
crawled forward, swaying her hips and exaggerating her movements.
She hoped she came across as seductive and not ridiculous. Turning
her head slightly, she glanced at Sir’s face. His look betrayed
none of the swirling emotions beneath the surface, but his eyes
never left her body.
    Lowering her head, Babygirl spread her knees
and arched her back slightly. Sir now had a full view of both her
holes. The breeze from the ceiling fan felt cool across her wet
pussy. She was fully exposed in this position. She shifted her
weight slightly.
    “Do your knees hurt, Babygirl?” asked Sir,
referring to recent knee pain she’d experienced after a hard
workout with concern in his voice.
    “No, Sir. I’m fine.”
    “Good. Then don’t fucking move, girl.”
    Sir stood a few feet back from the bed,
watching his girl. He knew she had no idea how beautiful she was to
him. He loved her full ass, round and firm, but still soft as silk.
He could stare at her legs all day – muscular calves, fleshy
thighs, and God, what a pair of fuck-me heels could do to them. In
her position on the bed, he watched her breasts swing like
pendulums. He loved how they felt in his hand. Every time she
disparaged some part of her body, he seethed with anger. He often
wished he could go back in time and beat the hell out of whoever
had made Babygirl hate her own body. He knew the only answer now
was to remind her every day of her beauty until she finally saw
it.
    Smiling to himself, he thought of how he
would remind her today. Sir walked to the bed and stood directly
behind her. He reached out and stroked her hip, trailing his
fingers across each round globe. Babygirl jumped slightly at his
touch. Sir smacked her bottom lightly in warning. Burying her face
in her arms on the bed, Babygirl stopped moving. She was still a
bit uncertain, but that didn’t stop her core from roiling with
desire.
    “Babygirl,” Sir began, “I’m going to spank
your ass red. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hard. You
will be used the way you want to be tonight. Do you
understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I
understand.”
    “What’s your safeword, baby?”
    “It’s ‘red,’ Sir.”
    “Good. Use it if you need to. Now, remember
to count, and if you lose count, I’ll just begin again.”
    Babygirl nodded her understanding. She hoped
she could take everything Sir had to give her tonight. She knew she
needed the spanking that was coming. She didn’t understand the
need, but she recognized it and embraced it. She sensed his
presence at the edge of the bed. She heard the movement of his arm
swinging back. Still, she was unprepared for the impact on her
flesh.
    SMACK!
    “Ah! One, Sir!”
    SMACK! SMACK! His hands fell quick and hard
against her flesh.
    Two,