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Madam Veronica Ch. 01

By: TalentedMistress



She was a striking woman to look at... she stood 5'8, and while not thin she was not overly big either. Lush would be the word to describe her curves, lush and womanly... She flared out where a woman should and dipped in at the right places. Her face, while not classically beautiful still drew the eye of everyone when she passed... high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that held hidden promises but often shielded by her long lashes. Her hair was as black as night and when not bound in a chignon hung down her back in rippling waves... settling at the top of her firm buttocks. Her legs were shapely if not overly long, but when encased in silk could not help but be noticed. 

Veronica's normal mode of dress was silk and lace as a rule... She loved the feel of the materials as they caressed her skin, so soft and sensuous, keeping her in a state of constant feeling, her skin sensitive and aroused. However today she had clad herself in leather... black, soft, form fitting leather. She wore what looked to be a suit that covered her from neck to thigh. However if one looked closely seams in the leather revealed carefully hidden clasps that would transform the suit into a combination of different outfits. Panels could be removed to expose different parts of her body. Complementing this suit were a pair of thigh hi leather boots. Five inch spiked heels flowed into the softest of leather that caressed her legs all the way up until they flared around her creamy white thighs. All that could be seen of her legs was a thin strip of flesh between where the boots ended and the bottom of the suit began. That small glimpse of flesh was enough to tantalise and tease...

The reason for the leather on this particular day was the arrival of a new submissive. Whenever Veronica met a new submissive for the first time she liked to make them as comfortable as possible and past experience had told her that dressing in a certain way or smelling a certain way would help in this endeavour. Today's new arrival resulted from a recommendation from a friend. Jonathan, or MasterJ as she teasingly called him, had, from time to time, recommended female submissives that might please her. And apart from one disastrous encounter, his recommendations had been very good. However, this time he was sending her a male. This in itself was a departure from the norm but Jonathan had assured her that he knew she would be delighted with his find, a young man called David.

As was normally the case there had been emails back and forth between Veronica and David. From what she had read it did seem as if he would be an ideal candidate as a submissive, despite his inexperience. Veronica glanced at the clock and noted than in ten minutes David would be at her door and the first true tests would begin. The emails had given David precise instructions for his visit... how he was to dress, how he was to conduct himself and so on.

She took the time left to carefully go over everything that she had laid out ready for this first meeting... she idly tapped her finger against her lips, the colour of her long nails the exact red shade of her lipstick. After she was satisfied with all the items she gave a little nod and climbed the stairs to the first floor. She sat in her favourite chair to await David's arrival. She heard a noise at the front door and once more glanced at the time. There was three minutes to go. Silence... then a knock. She smiled to herself; the knock was at exactly the appointed time. David had already begun on a good note.

She leisurely rose from her chair and walked to the door, then opened it wide. Standing before her was a young, fit, almost impossibly handsome young man. His eyes were lowered correctly and this caused Veronica to smile again. She could see that his hands trembled slightly as he held them loosely clasped in front of him. "Good," she thought, "he is a little nervous." Stepping forward without a word she reached up and placed a collar around his neck. He gave an involuntary gasp of surprise before biting his lip to prevent more sound. David knew that he was not to make a sound until instructed to do so and something inside him cringed at the gasp he had made. However instead of the reprimand he expected he felt the cool touch of nails running across his cheek. He relaxed a little silently giving thanks that he would not be punished this time. He felt an overwhelming urge to look up; to look into the eyes of this woman he had agreed to submit to, but he dare not. He never knew how much of a struggle it would be. A little click told him that a lead had now been attached to the collar, the signal that his session would begin.

"KNEEL!" The command was sudden and forceful that for a moment David was scared. That did not stop him from immediately dropping to his knees as commanded. He could now see and smell the leather of Veronica's boots... leather was the one thing that excited David beyond all else. He breathed deeply, the aroma seeming to permeate his body, his excitement and arousal evident in his trousers, despite their loose fit. None of this was lost on Veronica. She raised one booted foot and gently nudged the semi hard erection, teasing it with the toe of her boot. The suppressed groan she heard delighted her so she nudged a little more. David's penis hardened. Veronica lowered her foot and stepped back a pace tugging on the leash. "Hands and knees," she commanded and David quickly placed his hands on the floor a little disappointed that all he could see now was the toes and heels of the boots. Veronica turned and began to walk away... David had no choice but to crawl after her. It was that or be choked and choking was not one of his desires.

Across the entryway and down a long haul they went stopping only when Veronica came to the door that led to the dungeon. She assessed the ability of this boy to negotiate the stairs on his hands and knees and decided that he was more likely to fall down then crawl down. It was not her intention to maim him so with a tug on the leash she indicated he was to stand. Once this was accomplished she proceed to head downward into the dungeon. She led David to the middle of the room where a chain and ring hung from the ceiling. Reaching up she attached the leash to the ring then stepped back. Nothing was said for sometime. To David it seemed like an eternity, he felt the desire to fidget. Just when he was about to disobey and move veronica spoke. 

"Undress little one," her words softly spoken, in contrast to the commands she had given on his arrival. "Do it slowly so I can savour the moment." David's normally dexterous fingers suddenly felt as heavy as lead, felt as if they had thickened in size. He silently thanked the Mistress for her foresight in instructing him to wear loose clothing with no zips or buttons. He removed the shirt he had worn, a voluminous item that was secured by velcro. He carefully folded it and placed it on the ground at his feet. Next he slid the trousers down, embarrassed and ashamed that his erection was now full. As he stepped out of the trousers and began to fold them he felt the caress of a hand across his buttocks. He jumped slightly... he had been so intent on his task that he had not heard her move and her touch had surprised him. The low chuckle he heard reassured him that she was pleased.

Veronica began a leisurely inspection of David's body, her hands and fingers caressing, probing, and exploring. She took his penis in her hand and felt the weight of it as she admired its length and girth. At the same time she cupped his testicles and squeezed them a little. "Mmmm very nice," she murmured. "I am so glad you were honest in your description of yourself."

After she had completed her inspection she took a pace backwards. "David," she began, "From this point on you will be assessed to see if you have what it takes to be a good submissive, more importantly MY submissive. I will do with you what I will, within the boundaries that W/we have already established. You have been given the safe word to use if at anytime you wish to stop. Now before I begin I must ask you this. Do you wish to proceed?"

David took only a moment to consider the question, despite the fears in his mind he knew that he needed to know if this was what he wanted. So after only a short pause he answered, "Yes Madam Veronica, this humble submissive wants to proceed."

"Excellent!" Veronica approached him again and released the leash from the ring and started to walk towards a table set to one side. David sank to his hands and knees crawling behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and praised him, "Good boy!" Her forward momentum not slowing till she reached the table. Upon stopping she commanded him to sit and saw that he readily complied... sitting back on his heels, legs spread and his hands resting palm up on his thighs. Veronica saw that his erection had not yet subsided, if anything it seemed to be harder than before. With what she had in mind this could not continue. First she needed to get him limp.

She turned and leant back against the table her thighs slightly parted, "Look at me David." He slowly raised his eyes till he looked at her face, his mouth slightly open, as he was finally able to look at her fully in the flesh. The photos didn't do her justice was the thought that popped into his head. He opened his mouth to speak then quickly shut it, knowing he did not have permission. "You wish to say something little one?" Veronica asked. David nodded his head in reply. "Then say it," she said. 

"M-madam Veronica, this humble submissive would like to tell you how beautiful you are. And he thanks you for allowing him to look upon your beauty." All this said in a rush as his nerves took over. The smile she bestowed upon him warmed him and he tentatively returned that smile.

Veronica leaned down slightly as she spoke her next words. "Little one what I have in mind for you cannot be accomplished while your penis is so erect." David flushed with embarrassment. "This submissive is ashamed that it has failed you already Madam Veronica. He did not mean to be such a disappointment." He hung his head, so ashamed did he feel. "No little one, you have neither failed nor disappointed me," Veronica replied. She accompanied her words with a hand under his chin raising his face again. "However, W/we need to do something about your predicament before I can truly begin. Thus you will masturbate for me till you cum and your penis deflates enough to suit me."

"Y-yes M-madam Veronica, as you wish." 

"To help you in your endeavour I shall give you some visual assistance. A little something to inspire you." With that she undid the lower clasps of her leather suit and removed the panel. What it revealed was a smooth, shaven pussy framed by leather. As she parted her thighs a little more David could see that it was completed shaven; the inner lips were glistening and prominent. As Veronica shifted he caught her scent and groaned with pleasure. He thought he had never seen such a wonderful sight before. "Touch MY penis, stroke it while you watch me."

"Yes Madam Veronica," was all he could manage to say.

As he watched Veronica took one of her red tipped fingers and slid it between the lips of her pussy, running it the full length... down to her anus then back up to her clit. Up and down, the finger sliding easily so aroused was she. She watched as David began to stroke his hard penis... his hand wrapped around it as it moved up and down the shaft in slow firm strokes. She noticed precum already oozing from the tip and she licked her lips in anticipation of the moment she would taste it. But that was later. Now she had to concentrate on reducing his erection.

She settled herself more firmly against the table and spread her thighs wide, affording David a clear view of her entire pussy. Using the fingers of one hand she spread the lips apart and inserted a finger, pushing it up high inside her, working it around then removing it. It was coated in her cream, thick and white. "Would you like a taste?" "Oh yes please Madam Veronica." Veronica push her finger back inside her to coat it some more before holding the finger to David's mouth. He lapped at it greedily, his tongue licking furiously as if he had to get it all before it was snatched away. At the same time the tempo of his stroking had increased, his hand moving faster and faster on his erection. Veronica leant back against the table and this time began circling her clit with the nail of her finger, pressing on it around it, beginning to rub it harder and harder. She moaned loudly as she felt herself nearing orgasm, the noises emanating from David matching her own. With a cry she felt herself release, the small trickle down her leg indicating that she had had a good one this time. David missed none of this. His hand now a blur, As veronica licked her hands and fingers clean she commanded' "Come for me little one, come for Madam Veronica!" With a few more furious strokes and a primal cry David came, spurting in a stream that landed at her feet. "Thank you Madam Veronica," he panted "Thank you for allowing this submissive to receive pleasure." 

His energy spent for the moment, David slumped where he was, his breathing ragged and for now his erection no more. Veronica moved quickly before his penis could stir back to life. With sure deft movements she placed a chastity device on him and locked it in place. It was a clear tube that fit neatly over the shaft and a ring circling the balls. The locking device was on top and in this instance was secured with a small brass lock. It had the delicious name of The Curve and veronica knew it was a very effective tool to use in training. As she looked into David's eyes she could see fear mingled with desire and smiled her enigmatic smile. She patted his cheek and said, "Now W/we can begin your training."

To be continued...

Madam Veronica Ch. 02



Madam Veronica – David’s session begins.

David looked up at Veronica briefly before dropping his eyes to the device in which his penis was now encased. His hands moved as if to touch, but a cough reminded him of where he was and in whose presence he was. And his fingers twitched but no more. As Veronica gazed upon him she could see his inner struggle… it was there in the twitching fingers and in the slump of his shoulders. She smiled to herself… remembrances of past ‘boys’ that had been in this same position. Some had continued and some had not. She was as yet unsure of David but he showed promise. The mere fact that he remained on his knees, unprotesting, was in his favour. That and the fact that he was as yet unrestrained. 

Veronica stood to her full height and turned to the table behind her, her gaze roaming over the various pieces of equipment, deliberately taking her time in selecting the first. With and almost imperceptible nod of her head she made her choices. She picked up a set of wrist cuffs that were joined by a short chain, ankle cuffs, a spreader bar with chain and a suede flogger. She carried the items to the flat wall just to the left of the table and laid them down. Returning to where David knelt she grasped the leash in her hand and tugged on it. David began to rise to his feet, but with a one-word command, “Crawl!” Veronica began to walk over to the wall. 

In his confusion, half-standing, David stumbled as the leash tightened and pulled on the collar around his neck. He had two choices be dragged unceremoniously across the floor, or do as he was told and drop to his hands and knees and crawl. The second option seemed the most palatable and without further thought he dropped and crawled as fast as he could behind Veronica. Part of his mind registered to sway of her hips as she proceeded him. Noticed how the stiletto heeled boots accentuated her behind and increased the sway of her hips. But only a small part. The feel of the cold, hard floor beneath his hands and knees blocked out almost any other conscious thought. The floor was surprisingly smooth so it did not tear at his skin. However, he was unused to moving around by crawling and all he could focus on was how hard the floor was, focus on crawling without stumbling. So intent was he that he barely registered that Veronica had stopped, and he managed to halt his forward momentum only inches from crashing into her legs. His breathing was slightly laboured from the effort of crawling and from the near miss, and he could hear the loud pounding of his heart.

Veronica turned to him and with an upward tug on the leash said, “Stand!” David scrambled to his feet, inwardly cringing at his lack of grace. He longed to look at Veronica’s face to gauge her reaction to him but he was fearful of seeing disapproval. So he continued to keep his eyes downcast and silently prayed that she would be forgiving of him, as he was a novice. Veronica bent from the waist to pick up the wrist cuffs, knowing that her backside would be directly in David’s line of sight. Slowly she bent and just as slowly she straightened up. The indrawn hiss of breath told her that David had not only seen but also appreciated the view, the small gasp that followed indicated that his penis had also reacted to the sight. 

She walked behind this sweet boy and caressed his bare ass for a moment before directing him to put his arms behind his back. She deftly snapped the wrist cuffs in place and then moved back to the assortment of things on the floor. Once more she slowly bent, this time with her legs slightly apart giving David a glimpse of her shaven pussy. As before her movements were slow and deliberate as she reached for the ankle cuffs and spreader bar. She heard another small moan of pain before she straightened then moved to attach the ankle cuffs and then place the spreader bar between his ankles. David was now effectively immoblised, his every movement limited and controlled by her. Still behind him Veronica took the chain between his wrists in one hand as she pushed gently on the backs of his knees with one boot and whispered, “On your knees slave boy.” David sank to his knees with her assistance and waited in anticipation for what would come next. Veronica took the chain attached to the spreader bar and fixed it to the chain between the wrist cuffs. His back was now slightly arched and he could feel the pull of the chains. The slightest movement made David aware of his predicament.

Prior to his arrival he had done much reading on the subject of submission and while he had an intellectual understanding of what could go on, he was beginning to realise that reading about it and actually experiencing it was quite different. He could feel panic start to well up in him and he opened his mouth to speak. Before one word could pass his lips he felt Veronica’s warm breath in his ear before he heard her soft whisper, “So slave boy is this how you imagined you would find yourself? Trussed up like an animal at my mercy?”

“N-no Madam Veronica, y-yes Madame Veronica,” he stammered. He felt her breath again as she gave a soft laugh. “Well what is it slave boy, yes or no.” David’s panic grew larger, his mind unable to function, his throat suddenly closing allowing no sound to escape. Veronica laughed once more before running her hand over his ass again, this time down the crack between the cheeks and then continuing between his legs ‘til her fingers touched his balls. Then she took them in her hand and began to squeeze, her hand opening and closing on them, gentle squeezes, then harder squeezes. “Well slave boy?”

David said the first thing that sprang to mind, hoping it was what she wanted and would cease her actions. Not that her hand was painful, but the effect of her touch on him was causing his penis to harden… except, of course, it could only harden a little before the chastity device made its presence known again. “Madam Veronica, this slave boy could never imagine the delights you wish to bestow upon him.” With a last squeeze Veronica let his balls go. The feeling of loss that went through him surprised David. Although it had been uncomfortable and slightly painful due to his penis reacting, he had been excited at the same time. Her whispered, “Good answer, slave boy.” sent a frisson of pleasure through him.

Taking the leash in her hand, Veronica seated herself in a chair. It was one of those old-fashioned leather chairs with the big arms, the winged headrest, and the seat wider than an ordinary chair. As she settled herself, she draped on leg over an arm of the chair. In this position her pussy opened, clearly showing it in all its glory. “Move closer, slave boy,” she directed, “And listen closely. I have a short explanation of what will happen and why.” As David shuffled awkwardly toward her he became aware of several things at once.

Firstly, he found he could only move in an awkward, slow shuffle… his bindings restricting his movement. A feeling of helplessness and vulnerability washed over him. A feeling so unlike anything he had ever felt before in his adult life... and yet it felt right. He felt his body suffuse with warmth and joy, a sense of homecoming. A smile spread across his face and David renewed his efforts to get as close to Veronica as she would allow… to get as close to this magnificent creature who was releasing his deepest desires.

The other thing he was most aware of was her scent. That unique womanly scent that he was sure was designed to drive a man to distraction. He inhaled deeply as he got closer, the smell seeming as if it was reaching him through his pores. 

As he moved Veronica began to speak. “You have been placed in this chastity device for one reason and one reason only. From now on your sex is mine to control. Your penis belongs to me and it is I who will decide when or if you will have an orgasm. One of your main tasks is to pleasure me as and when I say. You are to use your tongue and mouth to bring me to orgasm. At times your hands will be freed so you can use them as well. If I am pleased with your efforts you will be rewarded,” she continued. “However, if you do not please me sufficiently you will be punished. Do you understand, slave boy?”

David swallowed once then answered with delight and adoration evident in his tone, “Oh yes Madam Veronica, this slave boy understands.”

 “One last thing at this point, something for you to think about. For every time you bring me to orgasm, I will let you out of the chastity device for ten minutes.” Veronica stated. She paused for a moment, then, “So slave boy, begin.”

David had always considered himself an expert at cunnilingus and he was confident that he could bring Veronica to orgasm many times, thus ensuring he would be released for a long period of time. With hardly another thought he bent to his task. His head was between her thighs and he turned it slightly so that he could kiss the creamy white flesh… soft butterfly kisses interspersed with small flicks of his tongue. He started kissing more firmly with his mouth slightly open, sucking at the flesh with his lips, his tongue now licking. He moved his mouth up her thigh licking and sucking, getting ever closer to the juncture. Just as he reached the crease between her body and upper thigh he moved so his breath blew over her pussy caressing the heat with cool air. Veronica’s hips shifted so that she was presented to him, and she held her breath waiting to see what he would do. To her delight he did not immediately touch her pussy but moved to attend to her other thigh. Once more using his mouth and tongue to lick and suck.

Veronica was appreciating his technique; it was making her hotter and wetter. She could smell the muskiness of her open pussy and with each swipe of his tongue, each suck of his mouth on her thigh, she widened her legs. Sliding a hand between her legs she stroked her pussy before slipping a finger inside. She felt herself contract around her finger and there was a slight sucking noise as she removed it and waved it under David’s nose, smearing it across his upper lip. She repeated the process several times, then whispered, “Does my slave boy wish to taste my pussy?”

“Please Madam Veronica. May your slave boy lap and drink at your pussy?”

“Yes slave boy. Come taste from the source.”

David needed no further encouragement and buried his face between her thighs. He groaned as he smelt her, the warmth of his breath eliciting a small sigh from Veronica. She rested her head against the chair and looked down to his head buried between her, waiting, expectant. Then she felt his tongue… a slow lick from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. Again and again he licked her with the flat of her tongue, tasting, savouring. Her low murmurs of pleasure encouraging him. On the next pass he stopped halfway and inserted his tongue into the opening of her pussy. He probed and began to kiss her, it was as if he were kissing her mouth, his lips dancing over her lower lips, his tongue swirling inside her. She whimpered and pushed her hips forward, “Mmmm such a good slave boy.”

David gave her one more lick before moving to her clit, which by now was hard and protruding from its hood. Standing at attention as if to say me, I’m next. David took her clit between his teeth and bit gently, tugging at the same time. Veronica moaned and her hands came to rest on his head pulling him closer. David suckled at her clit now, the sensation hardening her nipples, pulling at something inside. He then alternated between tongue fucking her and sucking on her clit. At one point he nuzzled her clit with his nose as he thrust his tongue in and out of her wet pussy. Her sounds of pleasure urging him on, her laboured breathing telling him he was close. Her cries of  “Yes slave boy, just a little more. Make Madam Veronica cum!” spurred him to greater endeavours. His tongue was getting sore, his face was covered in her cream but he didn’t stop, he sucked and licked and bit over and over. Veronica felt her body tighten and with a loud cry she let go… an orgasm ripping through her body, making her legs shake and her inner muscles quiver and contract as she spilled her cream into his mouth, over his face until she was spent. A soft “Enough,” uttered at the same time as she pulled on his hair. She gazed down onto his face, a face that was covered like glaze on a donut. She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips and thanked him.

David looked adoringly up at Veronica, partly because he was happy he had pleased her and partly because he knew he had earned ten minutes out of the restraint. He smiled inwardly as he thought about what had just occurred. He had been aware of his penis trying to become erect and how it was impossible with The Curve on. Apart from some discomfort he had not found it to be too much of a bother. He told himself that this was a piece of cake. I can handle wearing this thing, especially as I will now be out of it for ten minutes. The ever-astute Veronica could read his thoughts from the play of expressions across his face and she smiled. Veronica patted David’s cheek and said, “For your first effort that was really quite well done. As promised you have earned yourself a ten minute release from the chastity device.” David’s face lit up at her words. She went on, “And later today I will release you for ten minutes.” As if a switch had been thrown David registered her words and his face fell. 

“But Madam Veronica,” he began, then stopped, took a breath and started again. “Excuse me Madam Veronica, may this slave boy ask a question?” After receiving a nod of agreement he continued. “Madam Veronica, you said that if this slave boy brought you to orgasm he could be released from the chastity device.”

“Yes,” Veronica replied, “That is exactly what I said. But I did not say when the release would occur.” David realised that what she said was true and no matter how unfair he might think it, there was little he could do about it. Veronica leaned down once more and stated, “Don’t worry little one. By the time I have finished with you, you will have earned many minutes of release. But your training has hardly begun. There is much more to do. Just keep in mind the reward you will get.”

“Yes Madam Veronica,” David said, “You know what is best.”

Veronica got up from the chair and after removing the spreader bar and its chain, helped David to stand. His arms and legs began to tingle as the blood coursed through them. He had not been aware that they had gone numb, but as the numbness wore off he was in some pain. He let out a moan as the tingling increased. Veronica’s head snapped around at the sound of his moan and she said, “Quiet slave boy! You have not been given permission to make a sound.” She stepped closer and whispered in his ear, “For that infraction you will be punished… later.” David silently cursed himself and bit his tongue to prevent any more sounds escaping.

She led him to a half table that had been upholstered in a soft material. David stumbled along behind her, his legs and feet protesting with each step. However, he knew better than to utter another sound. Veronica had been very clear about punishing him and he did not want to annoy or disappoint her, thereby increasing whatever punishment she had in mind. The table was waist high and at the top were two rings, one in each corner. At the base a semi circle had been cut out. Veronica positioned David in the cutout part of the table then instructed him to lay his upper body down. She fastened each ankle cuff to rings positioned at the base of the nearest table legs; his legs spread the width of the table. She then removed the chain from between the wrist cuffs and attached each wrist to the rings at the top of the table. His penis still in his casing hung below the table; his ass was spread. As David lay on the table he felt on display. His ass cheeks were spread apart and his anus was visible to anyone who cared to look. The feeling of helplessness hit him again. And just like before he was awash with many emotions he could neither understand nor explain. The one word that seemed to echo in his mind was RIGHT. He lay as still as possible as Veronica prepared to start the next phase. 

As David lay half on the table, half-standing he began to question why he was here. He could at anytime use the word they had agreed on and this would end. But he remained silent. Everything that had been done so far pulled at his deepest desires… an untapped well that was being brought to the surface.

Veronica ran her hand over David’s now very taut backside. Softly caressing each cheek then down to his thighs, stroking the backs of them, the inner thigh, running her hand back up to his ass cheeks. She ran her hand between his legs and, using her nails, scratched his balls lightly. She tested the weight of them in her hand and was pleased to note they were heavy. Veronica then took a condom and slid it over his encased penis, ensuring that the top could not slide down. She smiled to herself and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. She had plans for what would eventually be in the condom.

Veronica moved to caress David’s ass cheeks again. Using one hand she gently spread the cheeks a little wider and using a finger from her other hand ran it lightly over his puckered ass-hole. She pushed it a little testing its resistance. David felt a wetness around his hole and then cool air. He realised that Madam Veronica had licked his anus and then blown on it. The sensation was very stimulating… his thoughts dancing here and there wondering how far she would go. Once more he could feel the probing finger and this time there was the feeling of something cold against his anus. David let out a small yelp and earned himself a slap on his backside. The slap was hard enough to warm and sting. It was a curious contrast to the cold finger probing his anus. David bit his lip to prevent any further involuntary outbursts. Another slap on the other cheek caused him to utter a muffled gasp but so low it was not heard. Two more slaps were delivered to each cheek and he could feel the heat on them, and he could imagine that they were looking a little pink. He moaned as more slaps were delivered and his penis began to stir. To his amazement this was beginning to excite him. 

It was only once the slaps had stopped that he could feel Veronica’s finger probing deeper into his anus. He could feel it moving in and out. It was not an unpleasant sensation just different; this was the first time this had been done to him. Although he was apprehensive, the stirring of his penis let him know that even if his mind couldn’t relax, his body was starting to enjoy this. Veronica pushed her finger as deep as she could, moving it around, searching for a particular spot. Just when she thought she would have to stop she found it. The jerk of his legs made her smile… she had found what she had been looking for… his prostate gland…

To be continued…