Oh! Thank you sir!

"Hmm, ok kitten," Paul smiled, pinching her nipple before working his hand down her body. "But you're going to have to spread your legs for me so I can play with your naughty little pussy."

"Yes sir!" She giggled, opening her legs up, shivering a little as Paul groped her legs, reaching over and grabbing a beignet.

"Mmm," she groaned, holding it up to his lips, and he bit into it, savoring its sweetness. It was soft and fluffy, slightly crispy on the outside, covered in cinnamon and sugar.

"Fuck, that's good," he told her, chewing and swallowing, and she smiled, rubbing his back.

"Oh! I'm so glad you like them!" She gushed, holding the rest of the doughnut up to his lips and feeding it to him.

"Oh god, they're delicious," he told her, and she moaned as he forced two fingers in her pussy, burying her face against his neck and kissing him while he played with her.

"Would you like another?" She asked, sitting up and grabbing one.

"Yes, kitten," he whispered, and she fed it to him, smiling and rubbing the crumbs and sugar from his lips before kissing him tenderly.

"Is that enough? Or one more?" She asked sweetly, and Paul pulled his two fingers out, dripping wet with her juices.

"That's enough for now-" he started, but she grabbed his hand, bringing it up to her lips, licking his fingers clean.

"Please, sir, let me lick my filthy whore juices off of you," she moaned, sucking and slurping at his fingers.

"Oh fuck," Paul groaned, smiling as he watched her sucking her juices off of him.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, grabbing his coffee and handing it to him, then grabbing her own, drinking it black.

Paul relaxed, and she leaned against him, enjoying the morning together, drinking their coffee as they rubbed and kissed each other.

"Mmm, you're the best company, Paul," Valerie whispered, then she spied his mug, almost empty. "Oh! Would you like another cup of coffee?"

"Yes, Kitten, I would," Paul smiled, and she grabbed the tray, standing up, but when she stood up, she accidentally knocked her mug over, coffee spilling all over the table.

"Oh god! Oh sir! I'm so sorry!" She groaned, rushing inside and grabbing a kitchen towel, running back, her tits bouncing, and wiping the table clean.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir!" She cried, dropping to her knees.

"It's ok, it was an accident," he smiled, petting her face, but her eyes dropped and she stared at the ground.

"No, it doesn't matter, I was bad," she whimpered, looking up at him. "You need to punish me."

Paul shook his head, having trouble believing what he was hearing.

"It's ok, kitten," he assured her, rubbing her face, "It was an accident, you don't need to be punished for that."

But her eyes were welling with tears and she shook her head from side to side.

"Sir! Please!" She begged, grabbing his hand and rubbing her face against it. "I need you to punish me when I'm bad! For every mistake! I want to be a good little pet for you!"

Paul sat back, taking a deep breath, and she stared at the ground. Then she looked up at him, closing her eyes, and held her face up for him.

"Please, sir," she whimpered, quivering as she waited for her punishment.

Paul shrugged, staring down at her as she waited patiently, then he leaned over, and she winced a little at the sound of his movement.

He slapped her, and her jaw dropped, gasping and panting.

"Thank you sir-" she started, but was interrupted by another slap.

"Oh! Thank you sir!" She groaned, and he slapped her again.

"Thank you! Please sir! Harder! I've been bad!"

He slapped her again and again, her cheek turning bright red as she whimpered, tears streaming down her face, until finally, Paul stopped, staring down at her as she took quick, short breaths, then he rubbed her face and she opened her eyes.

"Oh, thank you!" She gushed, lunging forward and rubbing her tears in his lap. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, kitten," Paul smiled, rubbing her skin, and she looked up at him.

"Have I been good for you, sir?" She whimpered, and Paul nodded.

"Yes, kitten, you've been so good." Paul told her, petting her.

"May I? May I have my breakfast now?" She asked, rubbing his hard cock through his pants.