13 comments/ 113839 views/ 23 favorites A Spanking By: kara24 I'm sitting in our bedroom, curled up reading a book when you get home. You come up stairs, and when you open the door I look up, and you hold my gaze. I love when you get in, so sexy still in your business suit. There is no reason, no need for us to speak, as we have been texting all day. Designing the course of the evening. Getting excited. Knowing what to expect. Doesn't matter that we have been married 18 years, we still cant get enough of each other. I know what you expect from me, and I drop the book, and slowly strip off the t shirt and shorts I was wearing. You smile and sit on the stool from the dressing table, waiting. I walk to you, and you spread your hands to open your lap to me. I stand naked in front of you, shivering as your eyes graze over my skin. My breath shallow. Strange but your clothes add to your power over me. Being naked in front of you accentuates my vulnerability. No matter how many times I have done this, there is still that awkward moment where I wonder how to get from where I am to where you want me. I lean over you and have to put my hand on the seat of the stool, and kind of drop forward to lay myself across your lap. I make it, without falling face first. I know you wont help, you like to watch as I struggle. The struggle inside my mind turns you on too. You sit, and do nothing but rest one hand in the small of my back. I wiggle my ass a bit, hoping for you to touch me, feeling the material of your pants under my bare stomach. I can feel your breath on the skin of my back, giving me goose bumps. "Are you wet, kara?" "Yes sir," I murmur. "Let me check." I part my legs slightly and feel one finger delve inside me. "Mmmmm, you are aren't you? Why kara? Why are you wet when I haven't even touched you?" "Because Im your slut Sir, its for you." I blush. "Yes, you are my slut. My dirty little girl. What do you want me to do?" Oh how I hate when you say that. You know what I want, and its what you want too. I want to feel your hand connecting with my ass. Hard. I want you to spank me, to make my ass hot and red under your hand. You want to hear the words, my final submission before we both get what we need. The humiliation of admission making this hotter for us both. You because you need to feel me give up control, and me because that sweet burning embarrassment makes me drip with anticipation. My stomach does long slow cartwheels. It takes a few seconds for me to formulate the words. My face burns with shame but you cant see because my long hair hides me from you. You know though. You enjoy my short struggle, and I can feel your cock hardening against my body. Eventually, I mutter the words, "Spank me Sir, please." "Sorry, kara, couldn't hear that!" I know you did, but that's not the point. I just have to repeat it. Louder. Humiliate myself further. You wind your fingers in my hair and pull my head up. Not too hard, just so my face isn't hidden. I take a deep breath. "Sir, please, would you spank me?" "Of course kara, you only have to ask." I know you are smiling now. "Hands stay on the floor," you order. I feel your hand now start to lightly stroke my ass, from my back down to my knees, your fingers gently trail. I sigh. Then from no where your hand lands SMACK on my ass. I gasp, another smack falls. Not so hard at first, just shock making me gasp, but getting harder as you rain blows all the way from the top of my ass down my legs to my knees. Harder and harder, tears stinging my eyes now. Light stingy slaps and deep heavy thuds. The heavy thuds, on that sweet spot between ass and thigh make me squeal, and drip, the most. Every now and again, you pause and stroke me lightly and tenderly, and this makes me moan loudly. Especially when your fingers trail between my legs and slip on the wetness gathered there. When you fingers reach my clit, I buck and squirm in your lap, and know you are enjoying this as much as me when I feel how hard you are. Your fingers tease, and pinch my clit, and when you remove them my body tries to follow you of its own accord. You slide a wet finger into my ass, in and out, exquisitely slowly, until I groan and grind my clit against your leg. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK again, your hand spanking hard and fast now, until I am really crying, both from the pain and from frustration. Tears run off my cheeks. Your hand which was holding my head up, moves to my back and wraps around me to hold me down and stop me wriggling off your lap. Oh God, I need you so much now. I am wondering how this will end. Will you fuck me? Will you fuck my mouth? Or my ass? Your hand slides to my clit again, teasing and stoking until I am panting and gasping and moaning. I can feel fire burning in my ass cheeks. "Do you need to cum kara?" "Yes" I scream, "Yes Sir yes!" "Ask me nicely" "Please, Sir, please, can I cum now please?" "No kara, you may not. Not until I tell you." I pant and pant. I am a wreck. Nothing to me but my burning ass and my burning desire to cum screaming on your expert fingers, which delve and circle and stroke and tease. I am reduced to nothing, right now there is nothing I would not do for you if you would just let me cum. I am so totally yours right now. To use, to abuse. I would beg on my knees if you told me to. I often have done! Just to feel that sweet release. I am trying so hard not to cum, but you keep playing me, in just the right spot, knowing how hard it is for me to hold off. "Oh God, oh God oh God." I moan "Don't you dare kara!" "No Sir, no I wont." I breathe. "Not till I tell you its OK" "Ohhhhhh Godddddddddddd." Suddenly I feel your palm land, flat, hard on my cunt. "Owwwwwwwwww" I cry out in shock. My legs closing to protect my sensitive clit. "Keep your legs open kara, don't dare close them!" You start to spank my cunt, I force myself to spread my legs, and accept the stinging slaps which are getting closer to my clit. Closer and oh God! Closer. You reach my clit and the pain I thought I wouldn't be able to bear is suddenly taking me to the edge. "You can cum now kara," you whisper, and land smack after smack right on my clit. I scream as you push me over the edge. Scream and cry and writhe and sob, as the pain brings the release I had been so desperate for. You keep spanking and I think I will cum forever, its so amazing. Once you stop, I lay gasping for breath, and feel you start to lift me up. I stand and you lay me back on the bed. My ass and cunt are on fire, burning and stinging and swollen. You grin and unzip your pants. I am suddenly desperate for you again, and your cock sinking into my fiery pussy feels so good, and hurts so good too. You raise my legs high and slam into me as hard as you can. The feel of the bedding under my sore ass and your body slamming against my sore lips and clit brings me back to the edge. I am so wet juice is soaking the bed under us. You pull your cock out and with one long, strong push enter my ass. I arch towards you, loving the feel of you in there. We are both so covered in my juices that you slide in without too much effort. I feel so amazingly filled up as you fuck me, all I can do is cling on to you, moaning over and over how good this feels. Until you cum grunting and panting, and grinning, filling my ass with your hot cum. You collapse next to me, and wipe the tears from my face. Rolling me over you admire the colour of my ass, and stroke it gently. "Beautiful!" I know that tomorrow I will be able to feel it all day and will be reminded of you every time I sit down! We lie curled together, both grinning that "just fucked" grin. A Spanking All persons mentioned in this story are over 18. ***** She had been called to the principal's office. She knew here outfit had been daring of late: short skirts, tight blouses, sometimes no underwear, but how much damage had she actually done? Probably just given a few guys boners. Principle Tanner was a scary guy. Always very serious and with a burning intensity. "Do you know why you are here?" He said eyeing up her luscious breasts. "No sir" chloe replied quietly, wishing she had not been so daring today. "You are drawing far too much attention to your body. Standup" He commanded. "That shapely ass of yours is hardly hidden by this slutty skirt" He grabbed an ass check firmly, causing chloe to gasp. As soon as his fingers dug into her soft, pliable ass she shuddered and felt her panties get creamier. "Your Tits are popping out of your blouse" He continued and to prove his point he smacked the left one making it bounce. A second gasp escaped chloe lips as her nipples began to harden. "You make all the guys cocks hard and it makes it very difficult to concentrate. In short you are filthy little slut who needs punishment" "But I. .." principle tanners hand slammed into her ass cheek. She yelped more from the shock. Then she realised something far worse. Her pussy had started to swell up and hot sex juice was trickling down her leg! "No buts!" He yelled. "Now repeat after me. I am a dirty little slut that deserves to be punished" Pausing a little, red with embarrassment chloe repeated the humiliating phrase like a confession. "Bend over my knee and pull what little skirt you have, up." Thank god she had chosen to wear some panties today. She only hoped they hadn't become see through from her wetness. She pulled her short skirt up and looked into the lustful eyes of her punisher. Without warning he landed 10 blows on her panty clad ass. 5 on each cheek. The heat radiated from her sensitive skin. She felt it spreading. To her horror she felt it travelling directly to her sensitive clitoris. The electric heat danced around her wet peak. As if to make it worse he pulled her panties up, garotting her nub as well as exposing more of her pink flesh. She could feel her wet panties slosh up pussy. He brought his hand down upon her stinging cheeks. Again and again, sometimes on the same cheek sometimes on the other one. The sharp pain quickly transcending into a maddening tingle focused on her tiny clit. With each blow she moaned out loud, squeezing her thighs together. She knew now that he would spot how royally aroused she was, and she squealed in humiliation, juicing herself further more. She was now in no doubt she had utterly drenched her panties and she could feel tiny riverletts dripping down her thighs. "AHHHHH GAARRD!!" she screamed trying her hardest to suppress the pleasure. Suddenly he stopped. Her abused body twitched violently from the latent sexual tension strangling her slippery pearl. "You dirty fucking slut!" He gasped in disbelief. "You're getting off on me spanking you! Look at this!" He said, grabbing at her sodden panties. His fingers crushing her poor clit instantaneously. She let out a wanton cry and gripped the chair legs uselessly. She couldn't believe how much he was humiliating her. He cruelly and quickly twisted her clit. She jammed her wet thighs together and with all her effort stopped herself from cumming through gasps and moans of pure frustration. "I need to teach you a real lesson. Stand up in front of me" she obeyed him. He reached out and crudely pinched her throbbing clit through her wet panties. "I want this, here" He tugged down hard forcing her knees to buckle and trapping her clit on his thigh. "Hands behind your back. We can't have you escaping". He clipped handcuffs around her wrists. Where had he even got them from? She was in such a sexual haze she couldn't even recall. "Bend your knees. Now grab your ankles" clip. Clip. He had fastened her ankles behind her and then to her wrists. Now her entire body was balanced on his thigh. Her face was beetroot red, and she elicited tiny moans. It seemed her whole body weight was crushing her tiny clit and that, as if to spite her, it had slipped from its hood and defiantly lay throbbing and naked on his thigh. "This position is designed to be a vice for that disgusting slimy little clit of yours." He said trotting his leg up and down. She bit her lip letting out the sluttiest moan and, without wanting to consciously, thrusted her magnificent chest forward into her principles face. "And these Tits!!" He exclaimed. "These are a sore point of distraction" He slammed his hands down on the left nipple as he said the word soar. Alternately, he slapped each already hardened nipple. This was even worse than getting her ass spanked. Her nipples had always been hyper sensitive and now they were getting abused so roughly. She gritted her teeth, squealing and wriggling in her captors grasp. She suddenly realised that all the wiggling she was doing on his lap was just grinding her now fully aroused clitoris dangerously close to climax. Grinding her clit, getting her nipples spanked. Her panties were sopping wet. He stopped. Then he smiled up at her. She bowed her eyes, breathless, desperate, too embarrassed by her own sexual arousal to meet this man's gaze. Then deliberately and so smugly he brought his swift and powerful hands down upon her ass. Like a strike from an expert in karate, he delivered maximum force to her pink buttocks. She screamed out loud and forcefully bucked forward. This caused her already tight panties to further garotte her abused bud, as if a noose of sexual tension had been fastened around her throbbing node, ringing out buckets of slutty lubricant. She groaned hard quivering on his leg. Before she could think another blow landed on her other cheek. This time he pushed her along his leg, his fingers curled into her soft skin. Her pussy spasmed and she felt her traitorous core ring out yet more sex juice from deep inside. She screamed out loud, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she tried her best to cover up her ecstasy. It was short lived as he spanked her again. Her legs gripped round his in an effort not to cum. As he spanked her he forced her onto his leg, the tightening circle around her clit was like a leash he could pull on to lead her, kicking and screaming if necessary, to the precipice of orgasm. "You dirty fucking slut!" He breathless growled, force spanking her. Every spank forced her higher and further along his thigh, till she was wildly humping and writhing up against him. She was suddenly aware that her hips were grinding into a very long thick length of cock. He grunted "don't you dare fucking cum, you slutty dick tease" with that he grabbed her breast and ground her nipples deep and hard. It was too much for chloe. He was spanking her clit onto his leg and crushing her hyper sensitive nipples. Her back snapped into an arch as her clit was forced through yet another ring of fire. It was so hard and incredibly wet. Sparks flew and danced over her captured breasts. the drenched cotton throttled pleasure from her angry bead. Her whole body ached and yearned in one simultaneous spasm and she erupted into an all consuming orgasm. Her body jerked against his as he berated her. Her spanking continued. She tried desperately hard to control her explosion but it was useless. She wriggled and jiggled on his lap like a second rate whore thankful for getting used. Her body juddered for what seemed a life time. "You. Are a filthy. Little whore. Cumming all over your headmaster's thigh as you are spanked to orgasm." He paused between her whimpers. "I can't believe one of the pupils of this fine school is so slutty that even the debasing act of spanking got her to cream herself stupid." she was still jiggling through her extended orgasm, trying to hide every twitch and surge of ecstasy pulsing through her body. But it was useless. He had manipulated her through orgasm while delivering a sound thrashing. Eventually her body went limp. She began to sob from humiliation, her traitorous body still tingling. 2 clicks and her ankles were released. She gingerly touched the floor. She was too wobbly on her legs to stand. He pushed her up and she staggered backward. Then her knees bowed inward and she collapsed to the floor. He stood over her. The imposing silhouette of his erection reminded her he had not buried his cock inside her yet, but instead relished her humiliation. She bit her lips, thanking the Lord he had not. "Do you see the self control I have compared to you?" His dick stood straight up but he bent it down to slap her to tongue with it. It was huge and forbidding. Its awesome girth meant only 1 thing to chloe: if he chose to use it on her he could rip as many orgasms from her as he wished. She trembled in fear and arousal. He fed his trunk of a penis into her mouth along her tongue. She forced her jaw as wide as it would go to accommodate his bullish helmet. Then he lectured her as he used her mouth. She looked up obediently eyes aflutter as she tried to cope with this monster. "On Wednesday I am going to teach you how to be lady" He said pushing his cock to the back of her throat. "Not this dueling slut who would do anything to get nailed by this massive cock" as if to prove the point he pushed his cock deep inside her mouth and held it there. It wasn't all the way in and she started to gag a little as he forced more in. She suddenly realised this is what it would be like if he used that on her other naughty hole. The thought alone was almost enough to make her cum. She shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly he pulled it out and gave her wet tongue a slap with it. Strings of saliva coated his veiny erection. "Wednesday. After school. Don't be late. Dismissed." He sat behind his desk and carried on working as if nothing had happened. Slowly she got up, wiped the saliva from her chin, smoothed down her skirt and rearranged her blouse. Her nipples felt bruised and engorged. She tenderly made her way to the door. The hot sting in her ass resonated around her groin and she realised it fuelled a deep ache inside the hot well of her pussy. The maddening tingle danced along her clit as her thighs rubbed together. Soon she was half way down the empty hallway, turned on and desperate to get off again. All she could think about was her headteachers massive cock and the kinds of things he was going to do to humiliate her. A Spanking and A Little More From "The Shower" many have been waiting for Jamie to be spanked, she didn't get it at the Halloween party but she was very naughty. This time Steve decides it's time to show his wife who's boss. Oh and you will meet the Phantom too, for those who wondered who he was. * * * * * On the ride home, Jamie was uncharacteristically quiet. Steve shifted into fourth gear before resting his hand on her leg. "What's the matter babydoll?" She took a deep breath "Steven, when you left earlier, the man with the Phantom mask surprised me". Steve was more than a little surprised but he went with it anyway. "And then what happened?" He answered, sounding a little amused, and more than a little sarcastic. "Steven, it's not funny!" She turned looking out the window, pouting. She hated when he didn't take her seriously. He laughed, "I'm sorry baby, go on". He wondered what story she might share with him. "He came after you were gone and he...um, he..." "He what, Jamie?" Steve asked, trying to sound as interested as possible. "Well..." she paused, and took a deep breath. "He pushed me against the wall and he... he felt me up, Steven!" She looked over at him, but didn't say more. She wanted to test the waters before she actually told him that he stuck his finger inside her cunt. Steve sounded very skeptical of his wife's little fairy tale; she had a habit of trying to get a reaction from him. "Baby, what is this really about? Did I not give you enough attention tonight?" That comment infuriated her, she knew he thought she imagined the whole thing but she hadn't. He obviously thought it was just another attempt to make him jealous, but it wasn't. Jamie didn't continue to pursue the subject, instead she stared out into the emptiness of the night. After a few minutes, she drifted off into sleep as she often did when they drove home after a party. Steve kept his eyes focused on the road, it started to rain and he put on the wipers. Her words repeated in his head "He felt me up, the man with the mask, after you left." He was pondering what she had said, the words running through his mind over and over. Did she really believe that story about the Phantom? How could it? The man with the mask, the phantom he thought was just a story...and the man she had been dancing with, he left the party early. He knew his Jamie was a desirable woman and could drive men crazy; he had to work very hard to keep other men away from her. But still, the fact that other men desired her also made him very proud. He turned to look at her, she was sound asleep; he would have to wait to explore further what she meant when she said "He felt me up". In his mind, he pictured her with another man other than the Phantom. He imagined her being wanton and provocative, leading him on; then surrendering to his touch. He thought of how it would feel to know another man had actually gotten to cop a feel of her body, that some man had touched her moist cunt. How would he react if that ever did happen? He tried to push the thoughts out of his head or he would have definitely have to give her a spanking...maybe that is what she wanted and the reason she had said those things. That had to be it, he reasoned, she wanted to be spanked! He stopped as the light turned red and looked over to her again. She looked so beautiful sitting there, her long legs exposed. He smiled to himself and spoke to her as he often did, as though she were listening to him "You were so beautiful tonight, my love; every man at that party was smitten with you, the same way I was when I first laid eyes on you. Paul even told me that he may have rubbed up against you and that he was sorry if he offended you, but he had a little too much to drink. But I'm not blind; I know it wasn't an accident; but who could blame him." Paul had done more than rub up against her; he had fondled her ass right up there on the stage, barely out of view of the audience. He thought he was hidden, but Steve had seen everything. He would have killed any other man who had even tried that. "You are without a doubt, the most stunning, spectacular, exhilarating woman I have ever laid eyes on." He continued, "That is why I decided to make you my wife, you know? I couldn't bear the thought of any other man with you, and I don't mean only in your bed either." His seriousness took over again, "If anything ever happened to you, I would be lost". He kissed Jamie on the forehead and the car behind him honked to signal the light was green. Jamie was not sleeping, she was listening to Steve; she loved listening to his proclamations of love, and he was so free with his words when he thought she was asleep. She smiled to herself as he said those words, although she knew he'd be just fine without her. She also knew her husband loved her but she sometimes wondered if she weren't as attractive as she was, would he love her just as much? It was just after midnight as Steve drove up the long driveway to the house, parked, and went over to passenger's side. Jamie was out cold, he thought. He scooped her up in his arms and brought her into the house. She continued to pretend to be sleeping, as this was her favorite part. She loved being in his arms; he was so strong and he always made her feel safe. In his arms, nothing bad could happen to. He fumbled a little with the door, but refused to put her down; he also enjoyed carting her. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and carried her upstairs to their bedroom, there he laid her on the bed. He stood over her, staring at her. Her skirt had lifted up and he could see her panties. She was simultaneous innocent and yet incredibly desirable. He smiled at the beauty before him. He was tough with her sometimes but it was not because he wanted to be, he was so afraid of losing her that he had to make sure she knew he was boss, subconsciously that was what she wanted. She had always done what she p-pleased but when he came into her life, he showed her something different. He showed her how to live for someone else. And she did exactly that, he thought. Not only was she his slut in the bedroom, but she also took excellent care of their house, cooked, cleaned and made sure everything was perfect for him. What's more, she loved doing it. He smiled at the thought as he looked around the spotless bedroom. Many times he wondered how a woman could be such a good wife and an excellent sexy lover at the same time. What was that word she liked when he used to describe her duel nature? He thought, then it came to him... oh yes – dichotomy. The only thing missing, he thought, was a baby. He knew Jamie would make a great mother some day. But she was a little reluctant about children, she was afraid to lose her freedom, and he didn't pressure her about it. This house needs a little one running around, he smiled at the thought, a beautiful little version of Jamie. "One day" he whispered to his sleeping wife. "I know one day you will want nothing more than to be a mother". He hoped he was right. As he stared at his sexy half naked wife, the thoughts of the Phantom came to him again. He needed to ask her, he needed to her story of what happened... or as much as she'd tell him now. He sat down next to her "babydoll?" she only stirred. "Tell me what happened with the guy with the mask". He knew she always told the truth when asked while asleep. "Tell me Jamie". He felt a little remorse for not allowing her to talk about it when she mentioned it in the car. "He came at me Steve, when you left..." She half opened her eyes and closed them again. "What happened when I left Jamie?" he pressed her for details. "He surprised me, I thought it was you...he pushed me against the wall and he touched my ass." Steve was both surprised and troubled at what she was saying, but he kept it in control till he could find out everything. "Did it turn you on?" "Uh huh...I was powerless to do anything." "Did he touch your pussy Jamie? Tell me everything he did." "He slid his hand under my skirt and touched my pussy and then he fingered me." Jamie seemed to be responding to the memories as she told the story. Steve's eyes widened at the details she shared, "And you just let him do that to you?" "I couldn't move Steven, it was like I was frozen in place." Steve rested his hand on his wife's thigh debating if he could continue any more detail; or maybe he should just check for himself. He slid his hand up her thigh to her pussy, he closed his eyes as he touched her soaked pussy and he knew she had cum. It enraged him. He grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her out of her sleep. "You let him finger you Jamie?" Her eyes opened wide. "I.... ummmm.... Steven!" "So you just let him finger your cunt?" He could tell from the look on her face that she was ashamed it had happened. Someone had shoved his fingers inside her cunt and made her explode. He let her go and went over to the captain's chair by the door. He sat debating on what to say or do next. "Come over here Jamie." She was reluctant but did as her husband instructed. She towered over him, still wearing her heels but it was obvious who was in charge at the moment. "Jamie, you have been a very bad girl." Steve said very seriously. She stared at him trying to decipher his mood; she hesitated before speaking. "But it wasn't my fault!" He felt her leg with his hand; they were always so soft, so smooth; he loved the feel of them. She closed her eyes and relished the feel of his soft and yet strong hands on her skin. "It's never your fault, is it?" his voice snapped her out of the sensual haze she was in. "And what do bad girls get for being bad Jamie?" He grinned. She avoided his gaze. "They... um... get punished." "That's right Babydoll, they get punished... to help them correct their behavior" "But I don't wanna get punished Steve!" She pouted almost like a child would, only it looked much much sexier on her full lips "You need a good spanking to show you who's boss". Steve reached out and closed his hand around her wrist, dragging her forward; he bent his young wife across his lap. She didn't struggle but she did protest. "Steven please...I don't wanna be spanked! It wasn't my fault, he came when you left and pushed me against the wall." "Oh, so you mean it was against your will?" Her eyes widened at the thought that she might have found a loophole "YES! Exactly!" "And I bet you came against your will too?" Something in his voice told her that there was no use and the thought of being spanked actually made her wet, yet again. Steve lifted up Jamie's skirt, exposing her bare ass and pussy, her g-string was almost invisible, tucked between her beautiful round ass cheeks. He pulled on the string like a slingshot and it hit her ass cheek. He didn't bother to remove her panties. "Look at you! How many times did you cum for him Jamie?" Before she had a chance to answer, his hand came down harshly on one of her ass cheek marking it with a red print. She flinched, but didn't make a sound other than a soft moan. "Jamie I will make you a deal. I will only spank you ten times, but I want you to count each one or it won't count". "NO!" she screeched defiantly, but not convincingly. He slapped her other cheek again "> SMACK "Count for me Jamie or I will spank you all night." She cried and begged him to stop to no avail. "I said count!" "ONE!" she sobbed as his hand hit her cheek again. "You are such a naughty girl Jamie!" > SMACK "Two!" "Letting strange men stick their fingers inside your cunt!" > SMACK "Three". He realized he was probably hitting her too hard and she would be unable to sit the next day, and he wasn't even half way through. His next blow was a little gentler. "You're a nasty little slut Jamie!" > SMACK "Four! Please Steve no more!" Although Steve was incredibly aroused at the sight of her lying there helpless on his lap, he didn't want to hurt her; she meant everything to him and he wanted her to enjoy this every bit as much as he did. She could feel his erection on her leg and she was pleased even as she sobbed, she knew how to play the game well. He lowered his hand to her now pink flesh and rubbed her ass to soothe it. "This whole time I've been spanking your behind but it's not your behind that's been bad, is it?" She turned to look at him terrified. He slipped his hand to her wet open pussy. He rubbed it a little, feeling the completely soaked panties. "It's your cunt that's been bad" He tapped her cunt gently at first "It's this nasty little cunt that deserve a spanking!" Jamie was incredibly turned on as she thought back on the night's events; sucking Steve, being fingered by the Phantom, and now this. He parted her legs with his hand and she resisted, pushing them together. "Leave them open Jamie, we're not finished yet!" "Steve no! Please stop it!" His hand came crashing down and he slapped her cunt a few more times and his hand was wet from her juices. "You little slut...first you suck me, then you get fingered by a stranger and now you're wet again from your cunt being spanked!" He slapped her cunt again and she wiggled on his lap. He roughly slipped under her panties and easily slid a finger inside her wet open pussy. "You're like a little whore Jamie, always in need of attention. Letting strange men finger fuck this pussy...tell me, is this what he did?" His finger pumped in and out of her pussy. You could hear the wet sounds coming from his finger sliding in and out of her cunt. "Steve please..." She cried. She was confused, in a daze, she was so turned on and yet ashamed that she had actually let another man touch her pussy and enjoyed it. "Well... is it??" His finger slid harder and faster inside her. "Yes! Yes! That's what he did." "And you enjoyed it didn't you my little whore?" He was really fucking her roughly now, almost unable to control himself. She looked so innocent and yet so wanton spread across his lap riding his fingers. "You liked having his fingers slide in and out of your pussy Jamie?" Jamie only moaned in response. "This pussy is gonna get a gold old fashioned fucking, just what it deserves!" Jamie's sobs stopped; finally she would get fucked tonight, what she had waited all night for. He lifted her off his lap "Lay down on the bed Jamie, we're not finished yet!" "But I'm not in the mood" she pouted playfully. "I didn't ask if you were in the mood did I? I wasn't in the mood to have some stranger finger fuck your cunt but you still let that happen, didn't you?" She lay down, her legs spread out on the bed, her feet dangling off of it. She wanted Steve so incredibly much right then. "Come give this pussy what it needs then!" Her grey eyes were filled with lust. She couldn't wait to have Steve hard cock buried deep inside her. But Steve had something else in mind. Steve pulled down his pants and boxers. He stood over her stroking his already hard cock. Jamie lifted up her skirt in anticipation; she didn't bother to remove her bustier top even though her breasts were spilling out of it, her nipples exposed and puckered with desire. Her hand started playing with her soaked cunt, she rubbed her clit fast and Steve could see she would make herself cum quickly. "Did I tell you to play with your pussy?" Steve spoke to her harshly, but not cruelly. He was enjoying this almost as much as her. She stopped. "I will tell you when you can come Jamie". She was enjoying the attention to this point but she needed to cum again, and very soon. She gave him a challenging look "Oh really?" His eyes fixed her; she looked wanton lying there, her legs spread playing with her pussy. She was asking to get fucked; she wanted it, needed it. He had had her a hundred times but his desire for her could not be satisfied. No matter how many times he fucked her, the minute he saw her again, he wanted her. He couldn't understand it, the women before her were nothing more than one night stands, he had never wanted a woman for more than once until Jamie. Jamie thought he would fuck her but he didn't. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, in between her legs, her pussy staring right at him. Her lips were wet and swollen, her pussy open to his gaze. "I have wanted to eat you out all night." "No...you have to fuck me". "No I don't." He said as he slipped his hands under her buttocks and buried his face in her beautiful completely shaved cunt. He kissed her pussy and gave it little gentle licks. She loved when he went down on her but she always resisted him. She didn't want to come in his mouth; that meant he had the upper hand, and that she was giving in to him. She always held out as long as she could before she succumbed to his tongue, or his fingers or cock. She let out a small useless protest "Steven... please no... Oooooooooooooohhhh" "Yes Jamie" His tongue licked up and down her slit as her legs spread even wider. Her eyes were closed now and although she was enjoying it she still protested. "Steven, please stop...I don't want to." He stopped for a second and looked up at her "You don't want to what, Jamie?" She didn't answer only moaned. "You don't wanna come in my mouth?" "No..." "Ahhh but I know you do" He latched on to her pussy and alternated between licking her slit and her pussy lips. His tongue circled and thrust deep inside her as she moaned again. He ravaged her pussy with his mouth and tongue and she fought the orgasm that was building. "I love your pussy baby, I love how you taste, it's so sweet" his tongue probing in and out of her, he grabbed on firmly to her buttocks and his tongue went deep inside her. "Cum for me" "No" she resisted. His hands slipped from under her and he opened up her pussy lips. Her clit stood erect just waiting for some attention. He licked at the little button making her body shiver. As he licked and teased and nibbled at her beautiful clit, his index finger gently slipped inside her. "Goooood Steven!" His finger thurst inside her sopping pussy as his tongue circled her tiny nub. "Oh yeah baby that's it" He knew she would give in to him soon. "Fuck I love when you eat my pussy, God yes!" Her head thrashed from left to right as her fingers played with her erect nipples. "Cum for me you little slut, do it!" That was enough to send her over the edge, her body tensed up and she held on to his head as his tongue darted in and out again while her pussy contracted around his finger. The waves of orgasm crashed over her, her juices pouring from her and making their way into his mouth. "Ohhhhh fuck yes!! Stevennnnnn...I'm cummmming". Her body contracted with spasms of pleasure... over and over again, she came as she fucked his handsome face and fingers. Then, her muscles contracted and she froze in place, her back arched as she rode the last of her orgasms before she collapsed on the bed. She didn't resist him now, and he finished licking her pussy clean. He couldn't get enough of her. She collapsed exhausted with the night's event. He kissed his way up her body until he planted a kiss onto her open mouth. As they entwined in each other's arms, he whispered in here ear, "Mrs. Alexander, my Babydoll...?" "Yes my love...?" she moaned without even opening her eyes. She was still in an orgasmic haze, and she adored it when he called her that. "If you ever let another man finger your pussy, Jamie, I will never eat you out like that again." She opened her eyes, and smiled at him; his threat was very clear. She leaned her head to his ear and responded in kind. "And you, Mr. Alexander... if I ever find out that tongue was in another pussy, I promise you will never taste mine again." A Spanking and A Little More Then she softly kissed his ear and laid her head back on the down pillow, and was quickly fast asleep. * * * It was almost 2 AM as "the Phantom" washed his face and brushed his teeth in preparation for the sleep that he felt was approaching rapidly. It had been a long day, and a very strange night... and, he smiled as he recalled the evening's events, a very enjoyable one. His reflection stared back at him as he recalled how well things had turned out; so much better than he had ever anticipated. The full face Phantom mask he had chosen was like Lon Chaney's in the movie; and turned out to be an excellent choice. A mask modeled after the one the Phantom used in the Broadway production might have allowed Jamie to discern his identity; after all, he got much closer than he had planned... much closer. The hardest part had been keeping a straight face when he was dancing with her. Knowing that he had gotten away with molesting her in the lobby was extremely exciting, and his excitement had shown while he held her tightly while they danced. The dancing lessons he had taken on those afternoons instead of going to the gym had really paid off, and he felt her surrender to him on the dance floor; the first of several surrenders that evening, he smiled. Of course, the real key was to allow her to see the Phantom even while she was with others; that's where Bill the ballroom manager came in. About the same size and build as the Phantom, Bill was more than happy to occasionally walk around or stand about in the Phantom mask for a mere $100. Of course, neither of them had counted on Jamie's little show; that was a little extra bonus for Bill. The sight of her aroused wet pussy barely contained by the tiny thong while she was onstage was a sight that he would never forget. But it was her performance with Steve that was so incredibly amazing and erotic. He knew from watching her why Steve always seemed to be so excited around his wife; she had sucked him off like a woman possessed. It was certainly better than any porn he had ever rented, and it was only out of respect for Steve that he had been able to barely contain the urge to pull out his own dick and stroke it while he watched. And the final piece of the performance was also the hardest, and called for split second timing; one miscalculation or blown timing, and the entire jig was up. That afternoon, The Phantom and Bill had spent a couple hours with a special effects genius, Rex. It just so happened that Rex was in town promoting his new book and the Phantom's firm was handling the publicity for his book tour. He was more than happy to set up a few simple rigs for a nominal fee, more for the fun of it than for the money. In fact, he had insisted on donating his entire fee to the charity Steve's event had raised money for. The first device was a simple trap door; the idea was to allow the Phantom to magically appear and disappear at various places backstage as needed. After that, it was a simple matter of running between them, and handing the mask with Bill when needed Originally, the script called for a simple Phantom sighting, but that all changed with Jamie's response to the sexy apparition. The Phantom had improvised after her backstage blowjob of Steve and decided to take it a step further than he had planned; that's when the Phantom's fingering of Jamie's sweet wet cunt took place. He was so incredibly aroused by the erotic turn of events, he almost took it a step further and fucked her against the wall. His cock was already again hard and throbbing at the thought, but he knew others were watching for the grand finale of the evening, so he forced himself to withdraw. Steve's voice calling out to Jamie was enough to distract her while the Phantom disappeared and made his way from one trapdoor to the other, where he emerged in the dark mere seconds later. From there, Jamie and Steve joined Bill in the ballroom where he regaled them with his story of the Phantom's demise in the 1985 fire. The Phantom then initiated the finale by pressing the remote Rex had set up for him; first it powered up the holographic image of the Phantom in the balcony, it then opened the outside door. The second button powered up the fan that billowed the curtain, and then it slammed the door shut. Jamie had quickly decided it was time to leave, and Steve was happy to oblige. As he watched his sexy victim walk across the ballroom, the Phantom slipped Bill another $50 and winked... despite the knowledge that he had gone further than he was supposed to, and seen much more than he should have. As Steve looked down at the Phantom mask in his hand, and smiled again. He'd tell Jamie the whole story in the morning... maybe. A Spanking for a Bad Kitty Sometimes. . . I tease. Sometimes. . . I love to be teased. He’s not at all the kind of man I fantasize about. Nothing of my dreams. Just a friend. A silly little virgin. So naive and clumsy. I adore an experienced man. Not a virgin. After a couple bowls, we went back to my house. I stretched out on my bed to relax, while he perched on the edge. Like some people I know, he just loves my ass. Not that I mind. So the next thing I know, he’s pulling down my PJ bottoms to expose my milky white cheeks. Smack! to my right cheek. And smack! to the other. I moan and raise my hips slightly enticing him to punish me more. The one thing this boy knows how to do, is to spank my ass. I got off the bed to turn some music on, while he stared at my voluptuous derrière. Next thing I know, he’s pulling me down onto his lap, so I teasingly gyrate on his crotch to the music. Giggling, I stood back up and asked if he wanted to get something to eat. He agreed so I started to look for something to wear out in public. Before I can even find an article of clothing to wear, he’s behind me, gently bending me over the bed. Hand connecting with my ass again. Slap SLAP! The humiliation I felt at being so turned on by this boy, made me cream. My thighs trembled with every slap on my ass cheeks. I was aching for him to kiss the round fullness of my body. I needed to feel a wet tongue sliding down my crack along with two strong hands pulling me apart to expose my lusty virgin asshole to him. Rational thought and lust were at odds in my body. At that moment in time, I craved having a thick, hard cock in my ass, but knew I couldn’t have it. He might’ve been able to provide me with a small butt plug and that’s about it. Then and there I decided two could play this game. Slowly I ground over and over again into his crotch, thinking of your big strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto your cock. Gently slipping up and down my wet slit. The head of this beautiful cock dipping into my hole to gather the sweet nectar, making me moan in pleasure. Slap! Another smack to my ass. “Mmmmmmm.” Eyes closed, bathing in the simultaneous sensations of fact and fantasy. Gently and slowly entering me as my wetness allows full access. Crashing over and over again in waves of electricity. You build up speed with every trip into my tightness. Grunting and growling as you plunder your willing victim. You grab a handful of my hair and pull as you slam deeply into me. “Oh FUCK me! HARDER!” I growl out as you ravage my tight little pussy. SMACK! Smack! I bite my lower lip as my pussy trembles, pierced by you. Four quick thrusts into my soaked little box and you grab my cheeks tightly. I cry out in pain as you stretch the tender flesh of my ass. A shocking blast of cool air hits my rosebud and my body tenses up. Next, I feel searing hot breath around my crinkled little hole as your lips plant little kisses all over. Your wet tongue darts out and rims my asshole. “Ohhhhhhhhhh god,” I sigh out as I relax my body for your curiosities. I rock back closer to you in animal hunger. Taking the hint, you push the tip of your tongue into my darkness. With a sharp tongue, you stab into my ass repeatedly. A raging fire sweeps through my being. You slide your hot tongue as far into my inner space as you can. Curling and wiggling around, while you press your finger to my dripping wet clit. I gasp as another wave ripples through my being. The way you rub my clit and finger my pussy, while tasting my nether regions sets me ablaze. You decide it’s time for a little more and slip one of your fingers up to replace your tongue. Pushing your way into my ass and slowly retreating. Twisting your finger over and over, corkscrewing past my anal ring. You breathe into my ear and tell me to relax. . . “I’m gonna get you ready for my cock. Okay, baby? You want my hard cock in your ass?” I stretch and relax back down again moaning, “Mmmmmyes. . .” You slather another finger in my cream and slowly slide it in next to the other. Slowly and gently gyrating and parting your fingers to loosen my ass a little for your throbbing cock. The sensations are so intense, my heart is racing and it feels so good it hurts. A few minutes later, I feel a draft as you move away. Your fingers teasingly move swiftly over and into my pussy, only to leave me wanting more. I whimper into the bed. Then the burning tip of your raging cock. You melt my resistance with your power. You urge the moistened head of your cock to stretch my tiny opening for you. As I exhale, you slowly push your way past the anal ring. Quaking thighs and a tight virgin pussy, make it very difficult to retain composure. You begin to drive your cock deep into me. Stopping every inch or so to let me adjust to the new sensations. You’re just dying to drive yourself into me over and over again. Molten lust about to boil over. You rub more of my juices on my ass and your cock, then slide back down to greet my clit. The way your fingers slip and slide feels so good as you push more of your thickness deep within my bowels. You begin to pump in and out of me building up speed and intensity. You grip my hips as you slam into me over and over again. Smack! Smack! A kiss planted upon my left cheek. Another slap. A torrent of lust. Muscles squeezing around your cock as you thrust. With every moan and growl you utter, I drip some more cream. Your balls slapping against my soaked pussy. The intensity of your cock plugging my ass and your fingers on my clit send me over the edge. My muscles spasm around your thickness as I cum all over your cock and fingers. That is enough to send you over the edge as you squeeze my hips and plow as deep as you can, squirting your seed deep inside me. There’s a popping sound as you pull the head of your cock out. You get a glimpse of my chute before it closes up tight again. A squeeze of my ass cheeks before another two slaps. SMACK! SMACK! Reality begins to take over again and I’m left horny as fuck and dying for some cock. Humiliated that I’m so easily turned on. Maybe someday you’ll pay me a visit. A Spanking For Susan You have been awaiting my arrival. We are going out to dinner at a quiet restaurant. Since you rushed home from work you were busy preparing yourself for your master. You showered and dabbed a little scent at your pulse points. You look at your naked form in the mirror. Will He be pleased at what he sees? Your hand moves between your legs. You know you are excited and you want to play. But you are not allowed to. Not yet. You choose the black dress, you know He will approve. After all, He bought it for you. You have no idea how he knew what size to buy, but you are touched He took the trouble to find out. It's been a lovely meal and now we are on the tube for the journey back to your apartment. You think back to earlier in the Restaurant, after you had eaten. Taking coffee and a brandy. You are not normally keen but He ordered it for you and it gave you a lovely feeling inside. The other customers had left but there were two waiters busying themselves with clearing the tables. They were unable to see that your master's hand was just as busy under the skirt. Fingers worked their way under your panties. A jolt on the train brings you back to the present. But His hand is there again. You look around and see the carriage is empty. You are unsure of your feelings on being exposed to others. You have yet to discuss this but, in any case, there is nobody else here. You know there are two stops before your own. Maybe He will cease those teasing movements when the time comes. The train comes to a halt...and the doors open. His hand is still there. Nobody enters. By now you have slid down the seat, your dress riding up your thighs. He has easy access to you and your climax is approaching. As is the next stop. You do not know what to do. "Oh my!" You think. "What if somebody should get on?" But you love the feeling and you realise the possibility of discovery excites you further. They are my fingers rubbing your clitoris, pushing inside you…but it is you who pushes yourself onto them, masturbating against my hand. You come, quickly. I smile to myself…you have just given me an excuse to punish you. I know I need no excuse, since you are mine anyway. You gave yourself to me so I may use you as I see fit. But a punishment is so much nicer if I can put the responsibility back onto you. You pull your dress back into place and sit up just as the doors open. But you catch that look in your Master's eye. You have displeased him. He gave you no permission to come. You lower your head in shame. Already you are imagining what will happen back at your apartment. That's where we are now. You stand before me, hands at your sides. I see you biting against your lower lip. "You wicked girl" I say to you, "When did I give you permission to come?" "But Sir" you begin…knowing this is a further mistake. "Your fingers felt so good…" and you lowered your head as you completed the sentence "…inside me." I place my finger to your lips, hushing you. "It was just another five minutes…that was all you had to wait." I had told you so many times, a delayed climax…a longed for orgasm…was so intense, if you could only hold it off. But you were, at least, improving. Maybe I was expecting too much too soon. And secretly it pleased me, that I could cause you to lose control. My fingers alight on your shoulders and I ease the thin straps down. Gravity does the rest as the black dress slips away. You were bra-less as requested and your breasts are full, topped off by pink nipples. Already they are erect in anticipation. "Look after your dress" I tell you and you bend to retrieve it. I have a splendid view of your bottom, that miniscule thong pulled right between your buttocks. I feel a stirring, as I watch you walk to the bedroom where you will hang your dress. It almost seems a shame that I will have to redden your bottom tonight. When you return, you find me sitting on the sofa. You know what is expected and you stand to my right. You lower yourself over my legs. The material is quite rough, grazing over your sensitive nipples until you have achieved the required position. That is with your ass held high. Your thong does absolutely nothing to cover or protect you, so I allow you to keep it on. For now. My hand slaps down, taking you by surprise. Your left arm is trapped between our bodies and I have a hold on your right one. Two more in quick succession. Then my hand is lightly rubbing your behind. I slip my hand down the backs of your thighs. I know it stings more there, so I only swat you once on each. Your bottom bounces delightfully, but your left arm becomes dislodged. So you cannot protect yourself, I remove my necktie and tie it around your wrists with your elbows bent. I continue to spank you, three to the right and the same to the left. Your buttocks are turning a nice shade of pink.. I'm caressing you again. You are wriggling. It appears you are attempting to gain further pleasure, pressing into my legs, trying to rub your pussy on my knee.. "Be still Susan" I tell you. But I don't expect you to do so, especially when I tug the strip of your thong tightly, causing it to dig into you. You gasp. I release my grip and spank you quickly. Again, I am rubbing my hand over your cheeks, feeling the heat I have generated. Your breathing has become quicker. It will not be long now. I raise you, so you know you must now stand. I make you face me and I slip my fingers into the waist of your thong, quickly dragging the flimsy garment down to your knees. As you lift your leg to step out, I become aware of your aroma. Your pussy is almost bare, just a few stray hairs. I stand up and I reach for a handful of your hair. Pulling gently back I tilt your head and kiss you passionately. I pull back and watch your face as a hand reaches down between your thighs. My fingers search for entry. They succeed and soon you are riding them as you did on the train. "Do you want to come now, my pretty slut?" I ask…knowing what the answer will be. "Yes…Master…please…may I?" you manage. "Not yet" I respond, removing my fingers I bend and kiss your breasts. Because your wrists are tied behind you back, you are pushing them outwards, though I am not sure you wouldn't be doing this anyway. Your breasts constantly seek attention.. I suck a nipple into my mouth, doing the same with the other. I press ever so lightly with my teeth., then I bite…just enough to draw a short breath. I know you can take a little pain…the kind that will quickly turn into pleasure. It is time. I release your wrists and lead you to the back of the sofa where I have you bend over. I crouch behind you. "Spread your legs" I tell you. "MORE!" I command. With my left hand I cup your pussy as I spank over and over again. You are so hot. How can anyone doubt it's possible to come from a hard spanking alone. You are almost there. "Please may I come Master" you ask desperately. "In a moment" I say as I stand up. "Listen" You hear the sound of my zipper. Another intake of breath. Then I am up behind you. My cock is so stiff and now it is I who cannot wait. I feel where I need to be and begin to push in. Almost immediately, my cock is pushing into your cunt. You push back, fucking me as I fuck you. You feel the material of my trousers rubbing against your tender skin. A combination of that soreness and my hard cock inside you, takes you right to the edge. It is now I introduce a finger to your anus. It slips in easily…and you come…your whole body spasms with pleasure and I, too, come, ejaculating uncontrollably inside you. I lift you up and carry you the short walk to the bedroom and place you gently on the bed. I quickly strip and lay down beside you. We embrace. "You see how good it can be, Susan?" I say "Yes Master. I love you." "And tomorrow I am due to inspect you, my sweet slut. See that you have no hair where none should be." "Yes Master." Please vote on my story and check out the others I have here too. Feedback is welcome, good or bad. A Spanking for You A Story of Anxiety and Humiliation You have been warned on several occasions and now you lower your head in shame as you are instructed to report to the administrator's office. At first, you refuse to accept your fate and put on your best apologetic face, but you soon surrender hoping that your charm will save your ass from a beating. The passageway is long and vacant and you labor each step forward. Your mind races searching for excuses, but nothing but fear comes to mind. You open the door and walk in. The office is empty so you take a seat and wait. It is the anxiety of waiting that is the hardest. You bite your nails nervously listening, watching, waiting, and then you hear his footsteps. The are fast and heavy and depict anger and anticipation. Then as his shape looms in the doorway you look towards the floor ashamed to make eye contact. "So you have been sent to me for punishment?" he asks in a despicable tone of voice. "Yes Sir," you answer. Raising your head, you try to smile as you stumble for words. "But Sir . . . ." "No. There is no buts now. It is too late for apologies. You were given opportunities, but you failed. Do you know what happens when you fail?" You consider the question carefully. You know the answer, but your mind is still hoping for leniency. You pout and beg with your eyes, but it is to know avail. "You are to be spanked. You understand that don't you?" Your face flushes with blood and your breath quickens. A lump in your throat is keeping you from answering. "Answer me, young lady!" His voice booms through your ears and you jolt. "Yes Sir." He stands and walks over to where you are sitting. His hand grabs your lowered chin and jerks it up. You look into the eyes of your disciplinarian still pleading with remorseful eyes looking for mercy and leniency but only heartlessness reflects back from his cold scowling eyes. "You will learn a lesson here today. I am going to spank your bare bottom until you have learned not to break rules in this establishment. Stand up!" You stand and watch as he moves around the room closing mini blinds that darken the room. Your last bit of hope is fading like the sunlight from the windows. "Come here," he says as he pulls out a chair. He grabs your arm and pulls you over his lap. You shutter inside knowing that all hope is lost and a tear is welling up in your eye. You are embarrassed when he lifts your skirt. You look back over your shoulder as he tightens your lacey panties across your vulnerable bottom. You quickly turn away and shake your head in regret as his arm raises high above your butt. You are surprised when the first slap crashes against your young meaty skin. Shock waves of pain wash up your spine and you barely have time to compose yourself before the next one cracks down harder. Again and again and again the merciless swats come. You give way to your emotions and cry out, "I'm sorry!" You fight back tears that are burning in your eyes. Your breath shudders. You begin to squirm and kick to break free of his grasp, but he has you locked in tight in a scissors grip. You've lost count now as more hard smacks torture your soft ass. Suddenly he jerks down your panties and you feel him twist as if he is reaching for something. You look back just as he produces an old ping pong paddle. Stubborn tears begin to run down your cheeks as he blisters your bottom with a volley of hard smacks. Tiny blood vessels in your buttocks have surfaced and your whole backside is pulsating with stinging pain. "Stand up," he commands. You stand and rub your burning bottom. You look at him expecting a good chewing out but you are disappointed when he motions toward his desk. "Lay across my desk and raise your skirt.!" Your lacey panties hang at your knees as you hesitantly walk over and position yourself on the desk. Your bottom feels exposed as air from a ceiling fan blows down on it's nakedness. You wonder if he can see your vagina and you tighten your legs together in shame. Grabbing the edge of the desk you pull yourself up higher on the desk and lay your head to the side. He is holding a thick leather strap in his hand and you whimper as tears stream from you eyes. Then you tighten your buttock muscles as you anticipate the first lash. You barely have a chance to take a shuddering breath as two and three and four more strokes crack down on your tender ass cheeks. The stinging pain is turning to pleasure, emotional pleasure. Your brain squirms as harder well-positioned licks of the heavy strap shock you into submissiveness. You suddenly love this man who is disciplining you. You want to stand and throw your arms around him a release a river of penitent tears on his shoulder. You are beginning to feel a new emotion, a sexual emotion that is contrary to your situation. Your modesty is lost as your legs flail wildly exposing your wet pussy. You find yourself lifting your bottom in eagerness of the next whip of the strap. You have a strong urge to touch your vagina. When you wiggle your hand under your belly and find your magic button your hand fills with creamy secretions. Impervious to the constant whips of the leather strap you concentrate on your wetness and gratification. Your belly swells with ecstasy and your whole body stiffens as a pleasurable wave of tingling sensations rip through your body. At last the punishment ends. You are made to stand facing a corner and to keep your skirt lifted up. Your bottom is throbbing from the whipping, but you feel wonderful all over. You feel refreshed. You feel forgiven. You feel disciplined and you feel loved. A Spanking From Aunt Susie I wouldn’t say that what happened to me had ever been expected, it came, like a good slap, out of nowhere. My name is David. I won’t bore you with the details of my life; all you need to know is that I was an only child, back home from university one Easter break and my Aunt Susie was staying with us. I’m average height and build, nothing much to write home about and I liked it that way, I was left to get on with my studies and nobody bothered me. University had given me however the freedom I’d needed to indulge in my own particular pleasures, the opportunity to fuel my imagination and desires. I had a thing about being punished and dominated by women and at University, where I was so anonymous, I could buy, rent, watch and read all the filthy S&M material I could get my hands on. When I got home to my parents I had to be careful what I kept under my bed. Select magazines were brought home and secreted away, ready for nighttime reading. My bedroom was on the ground floor, out of the way. My gasps and groans weren’t heard down there, I had my own little world. A world that was going to come crashing down about me. Now Aunt Susie. Not Susan you understand, she liked the familiarity of the shortened version and she was, in my opinion, very attractive. Even though she was in her late thirties she was better looking than some of the students on campus. Aunt Susie was fairly tall at just under six foot, incredible legs that looked magnificent in the tight jeans she would wear around the house. My father’s sister, she’d just got divorced and was down to spend the holidays, mixing it with some business clients she had to see down our way. My Uncle Rob? We didn’t talk about Auntie Susie’s ex. Aunt Susie’s had shoulder length black hair, and dark green eyes. Breasts that she wasn’t afraid to make a big deal of. In short she was stunning and had naturally entered into my fantasies. I was a little shocked when I woke up one morning to find I’d dreamed of being tied up and made to eat my Aunt’s pussy. Too caught up in the moment to think about it, I reached down and grabbed a hold of my cock. Aunt Susie stood over me in traditional dom gear. Tight leather corset, shiny thigh high PVC boots, four-inch heel at a guess. Breathing slowly and carefully she’d placed the heel of the boot onto my chest and watched me squirm with delight. I kissed the toe of the boot and she smiled. She then moved up to standing over my face and slowly, agonisingly slowly, lowered herself onto me. I dreamed of kissing, lapping and sucking at that beautiful cunt for a long, long time. I could make out a hand reach down to her clit as my tongue probed and tickled at her. As we brought her to her climax I shot my load all over myself and bed. As I pulled some of the cum from my hair I realised that something special had happened. From that moment on it was Aunt Susie pre-occupying most of my thoughts, waking and otherwise. She must have wondered if something was up. I had become awkward at meal times, avoiding any eye contact with her, knowing that I would probably go bright red or give myself an erection that just wouldn’t quit. Over that last week I’d become quiet and withdrawn, my refuges being the bathroom or my bed. Aunt Susie was getting to me and I was beginning to wish I could get back to University, a safe place, away from the excitement and disturbance. One Friday, around a week and half after my initial descent into my reverie, my parents had gone out early to a dinner or something and my Aunt Susie was out on client business – “Back late” she’d said. I’d spent sometime in the guest room looking at her things. The business suits, the skirts hanging up, I’d fondled some of her underwear, resisting the temptation to wank with it for fear of an accident. I was hot and needed to relieve myself. I picked up a magazine and handkerchief from my room and took it the lounge. I laid back in one of the armchairs, unzipped the fly on my jeans and began to masturbate. My hand pulled and tugged at my cock as I looked at the images in front of me. Spankings. Bad boys and naughty girls, getting their arses slapped by a succession of beautiful dominatrixes. My Aunt Susie entered my mind as quickly as she entered the room. “What the hell are you doing?!” came the voice from the direction of the door. I froze initially before realising what was happening and quickly dropped the magazine and hastily tried to put my engorged prick back in my trousers. Her mouth open and expression incredulous, she walked towards me. “Aunt Susie-“ I began, trying to stuff the already wet handkerchief into my pocket. She kept coming forward. Aunt Susie was dressed in a black suit. A tight skirt that ended above the knee with a split in it showed off her legs. Her blouse was lower cut than usual framed by the black jacket. Her black high heels complete with wicked pointed toe and ankle strap made her taller than normal. She had dropped her bag on the floor and had now folded her arms. “What’s going on, David?” She knew exactly what I’d been up to. “It’s n-nothing,” I stammered. “Oh God, I’m sorry.” I went to get up, get out of there. “Sit down!” she shouted. I froze and then slowly dropped back into the armchair. She outstretched an arm. “Show me the magazine.” “It’s just a magazine,” I responded. I remembered thinking I should at least try some sort of defiance. “Give it to me NOW, David.” My defiant streak was rapidly coming to an end. The glare in those beautiful eyes said it all. I held up the spanking magazine to my Aunt. It was snatched out of my hand and quickly rifled through. The forthcoming conversation with my parents was going through my mind, their son a pervert, in need of therapy, probably. This was a nightmare. The magazine was thrown back at me. “You have more of these?” my Aunt Susie asked. I nodded. Why didn’t I just deny everything? Pretend this had never happened? “I want to see them. All of them.” “What?” “If there are more, I want to see them.” “But why?” “GET TO YOUR ROOM NOW, DAVID!” I leaped up. Nobody had used that tone of voice with me for years. My pulse was racing, I felt dizzy at the speed with which I got out of the chair, but I was no longer in control. The excitement and anticipation were mixing with the fear and humiliation and I was entranced. I walked slowly. All I heard was the sound of my Aunt’s sexy shoes tapping on the kitchen floor as I was pushed to my room. On opening the bedroom door I went over to the bed and pulled out the rucksack containing my fetish magazines, spanking books, porno. “All of it, David, on the floor.” Aunt Susie stood in the doorway. Arms folded again, foot tapping. As I bent down to arrange the collection on the floor I was aware that my erection had not left me and it mercilessly rubbed against my jeans. I sat up as she walked into the room and bent over to pick up one of the magazines. Her arse was beautifully curved, skirt pulled tight across, the heels making it stick out more than usual. She sat on my bed with a particularly nasty book on punishment and crossed her legs. Jesus, the split in her skirt went up to her thigh. She was wearing stockings. The suspender belt beneath it made me gasp. “Stand up, David,” she commanded, eyes not leaving the magazine. I stood now, nerves and adrenalin making me shake a little. “Do you think this is right, David? To have women degraded in this way? Getting punished by men?” “But, well-“ She cut me off. “’Well’ nothing, David.” That was wrong, there were plenty of men getting caned and slapped in that magazine as well as women. “That’s not fair-“ I began. Again she stopped me. “What’s not fair? That you like seeing women being punished? I’ll show you ‘fair’. Trousers off, David.” I didn’t move. Had she just said what I thought she said? “Trousers off now!” I undid the belt on my jeans and unzipped my fly. I bit my quivering lip, I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I hadn’t bothered for what I thought would be a quick wank. Now starting to sniff, knowing that tears weren’t far away, I dropped my jeans. My Aunt Susie smiled as my erect prick sprung out in front of me. “Oh dear, David,” she whispered. Her right leg was crossed over the left. She reached out to her right foot and pulled the shoe off. She then uncrossed her legs. Holding the shoe in her right hand she shifted back on the bed and then beckoned forward to me. “Over my lap. Now.” I walked forward in a daze. I positioned myself over my Aunt’s lap. She pulled me in tight to her, my prick rubbing against the stocking clad thighs. “I counted ten magazines. I think ten is fair, don’t you, David?” I made a noise from the back of my throat, as an affirmation. “Good.” CRACK! The sole of the high heel struck my arse with excessive force. I cried out as the pain coursed through me and my senses heightened. I swallowed. “That’s what it feels like, David.” My Aunt’s hand stroked my arse. The next two blows stung like hell. One on each cheek, quick fire. I was actually sobbing now. The intensity had built and prompted the tears. My Aunt Susie didn’t let up. A quick stroke of my arse, her fingers now travelling between my crack and then the shoe was brought down on my arse again twice. “I’m sorry…” I began, trying to create some distraction from the intense pain and pleasure that was ravaging my senses. My Aunt didn’t seem impressed and slapped my now stinging arse again. “I don’t want your excuses, David and I’m tired of your whimpering.” Her hand then grabbed my nose and pulling upwards forcing my mouth open. I almost gagged as she forced the pointed toe of her wicked heel into my mouth. I could only make incoherent groaning noises as she pulled off her other shoe. “Enjoy this, David.” THWACK! The heel now made me wriggle with pain, my prick getting achingly harder against the material on my Aunt’s thighs. I continued my restricted cries. CRACK! CRACK! I bucked up and down, aware now that I was wanking myself against Aunt Susie’s legs. “Bad, bad boy, David!” She hit me twice again. I now realised that I’d been given one extra spank. I heard one heel being thrown to the floor, the other was wrenched out of my mouth. I gasped and tried to catch my breath. “Stand up!” she commanded. Senses reeling, I stood in front of her, my cock was fat and still up right. My Aunt grabbed my prick and started jerking me. I didn’t have time to even catch up with what was happening. My Aunt Susie, legs crossed, skirt up round her hips, thighs, stockings exposed was wanking me. “What do you say, David?” she asked as her grip on me tightened. “Thank you…” “Thank you – what, David?” “Thank you, Aunt Susie…oh FUCK!” Her hand was now a blur and I couldn’t hold out any longer. My cum shot out all over her, she pulled her hand right back on my prick and milked the spunk from it. I watched with awe as the milky white liquid stained and splattered her pristine black jacket and even her face. I had never felt anything like it, the sheer power of my orgasm was mind-blowing. My legs went. My Aunt caught my body and brought me to the ground. She pulled me in close to her as I knelt in front. Her hand stroked my hair as my head spun. “Shh, David” she purred as she held me. “This is going to be our little game and secret from now on.” I looked up at her and she brought her mouth to mine. I kissed her with such passion, I think she even she was a little surprised. She pulled back and rocked me gently. “Shh, David. Good boy…”