3 comments/ 19394 views/ 18 favorites Ashley Meets her Match Ch. 01 By: spankprof32 Ashley was used to being the prettiest girl around. Period. She always had been - at least ever since she'd been an age to be conscious of those things. And she'd used this power to get what she wanted for just as long. Now that she was 19, and a sophomore in college, she was just coming into her own when it came to manipulating other people (mostly men) with her looks. She could get into bars even though she was too young, she never paid for drinks, and if she was ever bored or lonely she could count on any of her "guy friends" to come over at a moment's notice to shower her with attention, without the need reciprocate in any way. She was confident that her looks worked to her advantage in her classes as well. She could tell that she turned the heads of many of the male instructors, and sometimes she would even dress a bit provocatively on days when she thought it could work to her advantage, like when she had to give a presentation. The only teacher she hadn't been able to manipulate had been an openly gay man who was completely impervious to her sex appeal. That is, until she met David. He was her writing professor, and he wasn't gay. Or if he was, he was still married to a woman, which made it highly unlikely. But if he was straight, something was wrong with him, because he'd given her nothing but a string of "Ds" and "Cs" on her papers, despite her best efforts to sway his grading through the blatant flaunting of her body in class. He barely seemed to look in her direction! And when he did, it seemed like his eyes held nothing of the discomfort or even blatant lust that so many other men had betrayed when their gazes had met her flirtatious, upturned eyelashes over the years. Something must be wrong with her approach, she thought. She decided to try an experiment. That day, she wore a denim miniskirt with torn black tights and a matching top that hugged her figure. Flashy, unnaturally red lipstick completed her look, which was clearly designed to do nothing else but gain attention for its wearer. But during class that day, David barely looked her way. At the end of the period, he handed back her homework from the day before. "F." The bold red letter burned her eyes. She resolved to play her trump card. Feeling her eyes well up, she approached her teacher as he hastily packed away his papers and prepared to leave the classroom. "David," she began. Then she started the show. Two plump tears snowballed down her round red cheeks, each smacking audibly onto the fake wood of the classroom desk. She leaned in close to him and then looked up, making sure he had a good view of her cleavage as well as her large brown eyes, both now ringed with run mascara. "Yes?" His tone was curt, almost rude. "I wanted to talk to you about my grade." "Which one," he replied, without bothering to look at her, "we've had around seven assignments already this semester." "This one," she said, extending the paper, her hand trembling in sympathy with her lower lip. "What about it?" he looked at her now. She couldn't read any hint of interest - or even appreciation - in his gaze. "You gave me an F," she stammered, barely suppressing a sob. Two more tears traced the perfect contour of her face, trickling into her cleavage where they glistened enticingly. David's eyes didn't move a millimeter in their direction. "I didn't give you anything. You earned an 'F'," he said matter-of-factly as he closed his messenger bag. "But I tried my hardest!" she protested, "I worked on it for hours!" "If that's the case," he said, looking at her again, "I suggest you either find a tutor or reconsider your college career." He took two strides towards the door and then turned. "If you want to discuss this any further, I have office hours tomorrow." Now her sobs were real. She could scarcely believe it, but his cutting remark had temporarily pierced her carefully tended psychic defenses. As she wiped away the tears and checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror, she posed a silent question to her reflection: had she finally met her match? Impossible, of course. No man (well, no straight man, anyway) had ever been able to resist her. Even the ones who'd put up a fight at first had always come around eventually. It was just a matter of figuring out what each of them would respond to: a tilt of the head, a twirl of the hair, a well-placed laugh, a glimpse of leg... She just had to figure out what appealed to David. She'd tried cleavage before, so it was time for another tact. The next afternoon, she twirled in front of her dorm mirror to check her outfit. The black mini skirt clung to the ample curve of her ass, stopping just as her thighs began. Once again, she'd chosen black tights, but this time they were completely new. She applied bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow, slowly preening in the mirror before grabbing a tiny purse and heading for the door. No need for her school bag today, she thought, she'd finally convince David to do what she wanted without handing in a single assignment. The door to his office was open when she arrived. At first, she thought the room was empty, but then she caught a glimpse of David, hunched over his desk working quietly. "David?" she called. "Yes?" He swiveled in his chair to face her. "Do you have office hours now?" "Yes," he sighed, "come in and have a seat." Her heels clicked against the cold tiles of the floor as she approached him. "Where should I sit?" she asked coyly, "here?" - she turned slightly to indicate a chair nearby, ensuring that he got a nice glimpse of her backside in the mini skirt - "or would you like me to be closer to you?" "Wherever is fine." She lowered herself slowly into the chair right next to his. "Oh!" she said, "should I have closed the door?" "It's against university policy to meet with students behind closed doors," he replied. "It's just that...," she started, twirling her hair with her right hand, "what if we have something more...private to discuss?" "I can't imagine what that would be," said David, "and besides, almost everyone's left early for spring break. If I didn't have office hours today, I would have left too. In retrospect, I should have canceled them..." "Oh!" she said, reaching out and touching his shoulder lightly for a brief moment, "I'm so sorry to inconvenience you. I don't mean to be a burden." "If you really mean that, then why don't you tell me what this is about?" he said, unable to conceal the hint of exasperation in his voice. "It's about my grade in your course." "Ok," he said, opening a spreadsheet on his computer, "so far your average puts you solidly in the 'D' range. I don't have time to calculate your grade any more precisely at this point, but that's a pretty good estimate." "No!" she said, "that's just not going to work. I have a scholarship, you see, and if my GPA falls below a 3.0, I automatically lose it." "I'm sorry to hear that, but it's not my problem." "Listen," she said, leaning in closer to him, "I'm sure there's some way we could work out an..." - here she paused, flipping her hair quickly and then placing a hand gently on his thigh - "...extra credit arrangement?" "I'm not sure what you're suggesting," he said, picking up her hand firmly and placing it back on her lap, "but I'm a happily married man. I'm also not about to risk my career for a whore like you." Ashley gasped, drawing back in shock at his words. Never had a man dared to call her a name like that! The nerve. She felt tears come to her eyes. "But...," she sputtered. "But?" "But I'm not a...," her voice was a hoarse whisper. "Whore?" "Yes." "I assure you you are. You just tried to barter sex for a better grade. It may as well have been money." "No I didn't! I was just trying to...," the tears started to roll down her face. "Trying to manipulate me," he finished her sentence for her. "No!" she said, reaching out to touch his thigh again, "please, you've got to believe me. I just really don't want to lose my scholarship." "I think that's a foregone conclusion now that you've offered me sex. In order to protect myself, I'm going to have to file a report with the dean of students." She was shocked. Genuinely shocked. No man had ever told her "no" in no uncertain terms. "But I didn't offer you sex," she said, trying to collect herself, "I just..." Her voice trailed off as she looked into his eyes, finding herself strangely attracted to his stubbornness and resolve. "...besides," she continued, "what will the dean say when I tell her that you called me a name." "What name?" "I'm not going to say it," she said, suddenly feeling her defiance return. "Yes you will," he said, folding his arms, "in fact, I'll forget this whole conversation even occurred. All you have to do is look me in the eyes and say, 'I'm a whore.'" There it was. A way out of this predicament. Ashley was tempted for a moment to take him up on his offer. But then she realized that it would have amounted to admitting defeat. And what was worse, it would have shattered the image she'd carefully built of herself over the short span of her adult life. She was a temptress, a seductress to be sure. A pretty girl who got the things that she wanted. But a whore? Never. "No," she said, sitting back and folding her arms, "I'm not going to say it. We can take this to the dean if you want. I don't care." David smiled, as if he admired her resolve. "Don't think I wouldn't," he said, "but I think you'll change your mind." Ashley wondered what he meant. She'd already said "no" in no uncertain terms. She grabbed her purse and stood, walking past David as she headed for the door. Suddenly, she felt her legs go out from under her and the blood rush to her head. The next thing she knew, she was staring at the floor. "What the -," she gasped. Her exclamation was cut off by the feeling of a sharp blow across her ass. Then another. And another. She attempted to catch her breath and to free her wrists, which David held firmly behind her back. She struggled as well with the reality of what was happening to her, the humiliating position she found herself in. As if in slow motion, the realization dawned on her. David was spanking her. Over his lap. Like a disobedient child. She wriggled and cursed, to no avail. After a faint glow began spread across her bottom, she managed to catch her breath. "Fuck," she grunted, "that hurts! Stop!" David stopped. "I'm going to continue in a moment," he said, transferring his spanking hand to her wrists and grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck with his other hand, "but I wanted to give you a chance to stop this." "Fuck you!" she cried, almost sobbing, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" "I'm spanking you," he said, "like a spoiled brat. I have a feeling if a man had taken the time to do this in the past you wouldn't be so bold in trying to manipulate everyone around you with your looks." Ashley, even in her humiliating state, had to admit that David had seen through her. He had read her (and resisted her) like no man ever had before. "I'm not a brat," she sobbed. "Quite right," said David, "children are brats. When they turn into grown women, they become entitled whores." "Stop it!" she cried, managing to free a wrist for a moment and hitting him in the leg. He laughed, tugging on her hair quickly and then releasing it in order to regain control of her furiously flailing arm. "The door is open," she cried in desperation, "someone will hear us. Someone will see me. I'll scream!" "To be honest," said David calmly, "you have quite a reputation around here. I actually think that some of my colleagues might be pleasantly surprised to see you getting your comeuppance." "But I'm sorry," he said, releasing her hair and freeing his hand once more, "I was going to give you a chance to stop the punishment." "Please," she moaned. The humiliation hurt more than the pain of the spanking itself. "Ok," he said, "just tell me that you're a whore and I'll stop." "No, please," she whined, "don't make me say that. Anything but that." His response was another series of sharp smacks to her backside. "This is -," she started, "it's illegal." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! David ignored her plea. "You know what to say." "Fuck you." "That wasn't it." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears were streaming down her face. The humiliation of the whole event was too much for her to take. As soon as she was through, she was going to call her mom, hire a team of lawyers, do something, anything to see that this bastard didn't get away with treating her like this. SMACK! SMACK! "You're a whore, Ashley." SMACK! SMACK! "It's time someone told you the truth. I guess I'm going to have to be the one to do it." "Stop!" she squealed, "please just stop it. I'm begging you. I'll do anything." SMACK! SMACK! She felt him shift her on his lap, then reach down under her skirt. "What are you doing?" she sobbed. RRRIP! He tore her tights along the seam, leaving her ass totally exposed. "I've got no choice," he said, "I can't convince you to see the light any other way." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The tights had barely been protecting her before, so it wasn't as if these blows hurt more than the previous ones, but the humiliation of having her clothes torn off made Ashley even more desperate for the punishment to end. "Please stop," she begged, "I'll do anything." "Is that another offer of sex?" "No! Yes? Anything you want." She was desperate. "I want you to get down on your knees, look me in the eye, and tell me you're a whore." She sobbed uncontrollably. Why hadn't anyone heard them? From her place across his lap she could see that his office door still stood ajar. He pulled her off his lap, retaining a tight grip on her hair. Finally, she thought, he's had enough. He's going to let me go. She found herself, however, on her knees in front of him, not on her feet. "Ashley," he said, cupping her chin in his hand and raising it so that her tear-stained eyes met his, "have you learned your lesson today?" "Yes sir," she whispered. "Sir?" David chuckled, "I like that!" Then a stern look crossed his face. "Tell me what you are, Ashley." She looked at the ground. "I'm a whore." She couldn't believe the words that had come out of her mouth. No, that wasn't quite true - she could believe them, because she had to admit that they contained a grain of truth, even if she had never exchanged sex for money. She had always used her body to try to get what she wanted, and this was the first time that a man had told her no, in unequivocal terms. It was a powerful feeling. A strangely safe feeling. And, yes, an arousing one as well. "Good girl," he said, releasing his grip on her chin and helping her to her feet, "have a nice Spring Break. See you in class on Monday." She gasped. That was it? He'd just helped her reach an epiphany in her life and then wanted to get rid of her? "But -." "Yes?" "It's just." "You're not getting a better grade." "I know," she said, trying to peel off her tattered tights, "I just thought there would be...more." David smiled. "You really did think I was going to fuck you, didn't you?" Ashley blushed. David smiled. "You have to earn that right, young lady. Just like you have to earn your grades. That's the real world." "How?" David looked into her eyes, as if in the midst of making a deeply difficult decision. His gaze was so intense she had to break it. "You'll just have to give it some thought." There was nothing she could say. Her eyes rested on his black leather shoes, and for the first time, she noticed his impeccable sense of style. Masculine, classic, restrained: was she falling for him? "See you in class." He gestured to the door. Ashley gathered her things and headed for the women's restroom, as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her. Ashley Meets her Match Ch. 02 It was late in May, and the semester was over. The last few weeks in David's class had been horrible for Ashley. Anytime he was close to her she felt herself starting to get wet at the memory of the spanking he'd given her. But he'd studiously avoided looking at her or addressing any questions to her for the remainder of the semester. Ashley had failed David's class - that was no surprise - but hadn't done too poorly in her other subjects, mainly due to her skill at manipulating everyone, even her female instructors. If David's punishment had taught her anything, it was that she just had to try harder to get the things she wanted. She simply couldn't accept defeat so easily. That was why, that bright Spring day, she rang the buzzer to David's apartment, and announced herself to the female voice that answered as one of his former students. "He's not here right now, but you can come up and wait for him," she said, before buzzing Ashley in. When Ashley reached the door with David's last name on it, a woman just a few years older than her answered it. Ashley's heart sank. This woman was beautiful! Her long, naturally blond hair fell halfway down her neck and her pale skin was complemented perfectly by the blue sundress that matched her eyes. Ashley might have had a better body, but David's wife certainly gave her a run for her money. No wonder she hadn't been able to get his attention, with a woman like this at home! But then Ashley remembered the one thing that she knew for certain about men: they like variety. And ever since the day he'd spanked her, she had been determined to be that variety in David's life. "I'm Melanie, David's wife," explained the blonde, "does he know you're coming over?" "Yes," said Ashley, "I mean, no - he doesn't know I'm coming. I just wanted to drop off this card to thank him for being such a great teacher this semester." "That's very sweet of you. He's a popular teacher. He should be back any minute." Melanie gestured for Ashley to enter, and then indicated a place for her at the cozy kitchen table in the sunlit apartment kitchen. "I'm having a tea," said the older woman, "would you like one?" "What kind?" "Oolong." "My favorite!" "Mine too." Soon, the two women were making small talk about their plans for the coming summer and their shared passion for several local pastry shops. To Ashley's surprise, Melanie saw nothing strange or suspicious about her husband receiving visits from attractive female students. In fact, she seemed excited to talk to someone, as if she'd been shut in alone all day. "When David comes back, we should totally go out for cake and coffee," Melanie exclaimed excitedly, "you could give him the card then!" "Sounds great!" said Ashley. Just then, a key turned in the door, and David walked in. His eyebrows hit the ceiling when he saw Ashley sitting at his kitchen table, but his mouth betrayed not a single sign of consternation. He walked into the kitchen and leaned in to kiss his wife before extending his hand in greeting to Ashley. "Hello, Ashley," he said, "I'm surprised to see you here!" "She has something to give you," said Melanie, "but let's get out of the house first." "But I just got home." David's blue eyes were sharp as icepicks. "C'mon," said Melanie, standing up from the table, "we'll go to the place Molly works. You know you love their chocolate torte. And more importantly, so do me and Ashley!" "Well..." David's face furrowed skeptically. "C'mon, teach," teased Ashley, "we already discussed it, and we won't take no for an answer. You wouldn't refuse two women chocolate, would you?" "I guess not," David said, smiling as his wife hooked her arm into his, "it's a beautiful day. We could sit outside." "Exactly." And that was the beginning of Melanie and Ashley's friendship. That day, they sat at the cafe, discussing their favorite TV shows and local stores. David almost seemed to fade into the background. That is, he would have, if Ashley had been able to forget the way he'd punished her in his office. She stole several glances at him while she chatted with his wife. If he was uncomfortable in her presence, he wasn't showing it. But that was exactly what she liked about David. His complete control of the situation. In her stolen glances, she began to notice things about him, things that had never stood out to her when he was her teacher. His muscular arms. His defined chest. His thick brown hair and the blue eyes that shone against it in such wonderful contrast. When he stood to go to the bathroom, it was all she could do to stop from following his tight buns all the way down the hall with her gaze. Though she hadn't planned on becoming friends with Melanie, over the next few weeks Ashley almost forgot her nefarious plan to seduce David and began to genuinely enjoy the other woman's company. Ashley had never had many close female friends. She ascribed this to jealousy on the part of other women, of course, but it might just as well have been her haughty behavior towards them. Melanie was good looking and confident enough, however, that she didn't see Ashley as competition, and Ashley saw her as someone able to empathize with the trials of being a beautiful, desirable young woman. And, of course, they were both in love with David. But Ashley did her best to conceal that aspect of their relationship. In fact, when Ashley saw Melanie, she almost never saw David. He was typically off somewhere working - writing academic articles or preparing teaching materials. Melanie, on the other hand, worked a typical 9-5 job managing the HR office of a local insurance company, and was always happy to go for drinks with Ashley whenever she got off work. Occasionally, David would join them for happy hour, but when he did he was always careful never to be alone with Ashley. His demeanor towards her was friendly but distant. Not disapproving, exactly, but also not overly enthusiastic about his former student and wife's new friend. He seemed to be an entirely different person from the man who had so thoroughly dominated her in his office earlier that year. Every once in awhile, though, she would catch a glimpse of that man: in the way he held his drink, the way he adjusted his watch, the way he carried himself, the authoritative tone in his voice when he retold a story or ordered a meal. These brief moments were enough to keep Ashley going for days, and keep her dream of seducing him (and surrendering to him) alive. Any man who'd seen the three of them together at the bar after work would have been green with envy: David sitting there with two stunning women, a blonde and a brunette, both laughing at all of his jokes, hanging on his every word. "David is sooo funny!" gushed Ashley one night after he'd gone to the bathroom. "I know," said Melanie, "that's why I married him. That and ...," she giggled. "What?" "I'm not going to tell you or you'll try to steal him away from me!" she shrieked, play-punching her younger friend in the arm. "C'mon," pleaded Ashley. "You'll just have to use your imagination." "Aww..." Just then, David returned. "You know what we were just discussing," said Melanie, changing the subject back to what it had been before the suggestive turn in the two women's conversation, "what if we, the three of us, took a trip to the beach tomorrow?" "The beach?" David was clearly less than enthusiastic. "C'mon," said Melanie, almost spilling her gin and tonic out of eagerness, "what could be so bad about seeing two hot girls in bikinis?" Melanie pulled Ashley in close to her and the two women each gave David big smiles. "You're only allowed to look at me, of course," teased Melanie. "Of course," said David. None of them knew how much this single decision would affect their lives. The next day, David and Melanie's car pulled up outside Ashley's front door. She bounded down her apartment steps, almost tripping in her enthusiasm. They drove to a beach that was usually not very heavily frequented due to its out-of-the-way location. Today, however, there were more people than they'd ever seen before, probably because of the nice weather. Ashley and Melanie were wearing bikinis under their clothes - almost identical ones, as it turned out. The two friends giggled hysterically when they noticed the coincidence. "Now we just have to get you one of these," said Melanie, grabbing David playfully around the torso. "Yeah, that'd be great! Know where I can find one?" joked Ashley, "you don't have a twin brother, do you?" "Ha ha," said David, "if I did, he'd be way too old for you anyway." The bikinis, both black, complemented each of the women in different way. Melanie's pale skin and blond hair stood out in sharp contrast to her suit, while Ashley's suit brought out the intensity of her black hair and full red lips. David was wearing a pair of blue swim trunks. Ashley's gaze traveled swiftly over his well-defined chest and arms. She tried to resist the urge to glance down at his package to check if that was perhaps the salacious secret that Melanie had hinted at the night before. Soon they had found a place on the sand. David set up an umbrella and insisted that everyone apply sunscreen. "Ok, Dad," joked Melanie, "you really can't stop being a teacher can you." "C'mon," urged David, "people as fair-skinned as the two of you have to be really careful." "Ok, ok," said Melanie, flipping open the cap of the lotion bottle and squeezing some into her palm. She passed the bottle to Ashley, then began to spread the lotion over her pale arms and chest. "Wait a second," she said, as Ashley, too, massaged the lotion into her skin, "this isn't secretly a way to rub us both down, is it?" David chuckled. "You'd like that I bet," said Ashley, joining in on the fun, as she flipped over onto her stomach and reached back to unstrap her top, "but maybe you'd like to watch your wife rub me down just as well." "He can look, but he can't touch," said Melanie, "let me help." Ashley's gaze met David's as Melanie massaged sunscreen into her back. His square jaw was set firmly, a perfect poker face. After a round of swimming, David reclined under the umbrella to read while the two women walked ten minutes or so down the beach to a concession stand to buy popsicles. "Hey," said Melanie, "check this out." She then proceeded to swallow the entire length of the popsicle, down to the very end of the stick, before letting it glide back out of her throat. Some men standing nearby whistled. "Perverts!" called Melanie, laughing. "I can do it too," said Ashley, "watch this." Ashley proved no less adept at deep-throating the popsicle, though she gagged a bit at the end. "Nice!" said Melanie, "I bet the guys love that." "I never do it for guys," she said, "if you look like me, you don't have to!" Melanie laughed, "and if you have a husband like mine, you can't even physically do it!" Ashley laughed too. "So is David...?" "Mmm hmm...," she said, "but he's kinda embarrassed about it, so don't let him know that I told you." "It'll be our little secret," said Ashley. "Make that our BIG secret." Arm in arm, the two women walked to the umbrella where David was waiting for them. "I'm going to go swimming again," said Melanie, "anyone else want to come?" "No," said David, barely glancing up from his book. Ashley was shocked. Would he really consent to being alone with her for the first time in months? "No thanks," said Ashley, testing the waters, "we'll just watch you." "Suit yourselves," said Melanie, bounding off along the hot sand, becoming almost invisible as she reached the water's edge. "What are you reading?" said Ashley, after a long pause. "What do you think you're doing?" said David, putting his book down. "Asking you what you're reading." "No, I mean here. With us. With me and Melanie." "That day in the office, you said that there were things that I had to earn," Ashley said, moving in closer to him on the blanket, "and I intend to do just that." She extended her arm, grabbing his leg playfully. "Careful, Ashley," he said sternly, "I know what kind of girl you are. And I know how to treat girls like you." "That's exactly what I want," Ashley replied, licking her lips. "Let's get one thing straight. I might have put you in your place before, but I would never endanger my marriage for a girl like you." "I wouldn't expect you to." "Then what are you doing here?" Ashley was silent. It was the first time that David had admitted, even indirectly, that he had feelings for her. She felt her bottom throb the way it had the time he'd spanked her. "You know what I think?" she said, putting on a defiant face, "I think that that whole 'dominant' thing you did back in your office was just a front. I think you really did want to fuck me, but didn't have the balls to just take what you wanted. And what's more, I don't think you will now, either." David watched her calmly, as if mildly amused by what she had to say. "And you know what else? I think you're pathetic. You're probably not even man enough to please Melanie. You're a fake." "Careful, Ashley. Remember what I told you," said David, who returned to reading his book. His demeanor was furious for a moment, but then Ashley thought she saw a smirk flit across his face. She decided to go for broke, to provoke a reaction out by any means necessary. "You're a loser, David. A limp-dicked loser." She threw a bit of sand in his direction for effect, and then ran off to join Melanie. About an hour later, the three of them were ready to leave. They gathered up their things, collapsed the umbrella and made their way back to the car, which was parked in a wooded lot nearby. While they packed, Ashley studied David's face carefully, looking for any trace of the anger that she knew her tirade must have instilled in him. She saw nothing. As usual, he never lost his cool. As they approached the car, Melanie suddenly stopped short. "Sorry," she said, "I have to pee so bad. I know I should have done it before, but I really can't hold it any longer. You two can wait a few minutes for me, can't you? Don't be mad!" "Sure, we'll pack the car," answered David, going around to the back of the hatchback and popping the trunk. "'Kay. Be right back!" Then they were alone again, David and Ashley. Under a canopy of trees in the beach parking lot. There were other people in the distance, including the figure of Melanie disappearing in the direction of the public restrooms, but no one in their general vicinity. The tension in the air was almost too much for Ashley to take. Merely being in David's presence now excited her, and she was sure that her string of insults would have an effect on him, even if it was delayed. She didn't have to wait long. "Ashley," he said, "would you put this in the back seat for me?" He handed her the tote bag they'd used to carry their things. "Behind the driver's side." As she leaned down to follow his directions, she heard David come around behind her. Then she felt him grab her hands, holding them securely behind her back while he pushed her forward into the car. "Ow! What are you..." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three sharp blows landed across her bikini-clad ass. The small piece of fabric did little to shield her from the force of David's open hand. Ashley shrieked into the interior of the car. "What the fuck?" she stammered, gasping to catch her breath. "You want to be treated like a slut?" David growled, "I guess I'll have to grant your wish." While he held her wrists in place with one hand, he used the other to tear her bikini shorts down her legs all the way to her ankles. Then he parted her thighs roughly, pushing his thumb inside of her while his middle and ring fingers teased her clit, spreading her natural lubrication across her labia. Ashley gasped at the sudden penetration, then kicked back against him, her heart racing. Despite the unexpectedness of his advance, her body was positively vibrating with lust. "Good little whore. You're already wet, as I suspected. Lucky for you, because I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not." The next thing she knew, he was inside of her. She may have been wet, but she was in no way prepared for his girth, and he gave her no time to adjust to his size. He simply pushed against her pussy lips until they yielded to him and allowed his thick cock to slide into her tight tunnel. Ashley's head was reeling as she felt the coarse fabric of the car's interior against her cheek. Her nipples, taut against her bikini top, were pleading for attention, attention that David have no intention of giving her as he plunged the entire length of his angry member into her from behind. He fucked her mercilessly, holding her hands behind her back with one hand while the other held her hair, keeping her body pressed against the back seat. He clearly had no concern for her pleasure, or even her comfort. To anyone passing by, the scene would have looked and sounded like an assault: a beautiful woman crying out, struggling against a powerful man who held her down against her will and took his pleasure with her. But Ashley knew it wasn't rape, and so did David. Far from it. It was the culmination of weeks of tension between them, the logical consequence of what they had begun in the office. "Take this dick you fucking whore," David growled, "you fucking wanted it, now you've got it." SMACK! SMACK! He released his grip on her hair to spank her ass once more. There was no mistaking his intent: to punish her, to hurt her. He continued to ram his dick home with ferocity, calling her more obscene names that came so quickly Ashley could hardly register them. "Cockteasing whore," he snarled, his thighs slapping into hers, "you fucking love this dick. Admit it." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ashley screamed in pain and pleasure all at once. David's assault was so quick and furious that she didn't have time to think about what was happening, to adjust her reaction in any way. She felt almost outside of her own body as he thrust into her savagely. Her instincts took over completely. She had no choice but to submit. Her back arched in pleasure as her body took over complete control of her rational mind. Her fingernails dug into the back of the seat, almost tearing into the fabric as she wallowed in her lust. "You wanted to get fucked," he groaned, his voice low and throaty, "now you're getting what you wanted." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! David spanked her three more times. She burst into tears, even as she felt herself on the edge of orgasm. "Fuck," moaned David, "I'm going to come." With one final push, he pinned her face down across the back seat as he pumped his seed into her. She could feel his cock twitch as his balls shot spurt after spurt of semen into her young, potentially fertile womb. She wasn't on birth control. David, of course, hadn't bothered to ask her about the pill or to use a condom. For some reason that excited Ashley even more. In fucking her without protection and coming inside her, he had proven himself willing to risk everything. It was such a primal feeling, this sense of being overpowered and conquered by a strong man with an even stronger will. He was simply taking her, taking control of her, perhaps even giving her a baby. That feeling, more than any physical sensation, caused Ashley to come harder than she ever had in her life at precisely the same moment as David. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, squeezing the last drops of seed from his still-throbbing member as a series of feral cries escaped her lips. Ashley Meets her Match Ch. 02 "AAAAHH!" she bit into the fabric of the seat. "Take that load you little slut," he gasped. David spanked her three more times, pulling out and leaving her laying across the back seat, tears running down her face, slowly recovering from the waves of orgasm that racked her body. He tucked his cock back into his swim trunks. "Get dressed. Melanie will be back soon." Ashley whimpered softly as she reached back to pull up her bikini bottom. Then she turned herself gingerly onto her side and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her bottom stung pleasantly, as it had in the aftermath of her previous spanking. She could also feel David's seed begin to trickle down along her thigh. A feeling of deep satisfaction like none she had ever experienced before permeated her body. She spread a towel on the car seat for the ride home, and had just finished wiping off her face, when Melanie opened the front passenger-side door and took her seat next to David, who leaned in to kiss her. "Did you miss me?" "Yeah, but we managed to entertain ourselves," said David, glancing into the rearview mirror and meeting Ashley's eyes briefly. "Great!" They drove towards Ashley's house, but just as they had turned down her street, Melanie had an idea. "Hey," she said, turning around to face Ashley, "it's going to be a nice night. What if we go to our place for cocktails on the balcony. Why stop the fun now?" "I- I don't know," said Ashley, unsure if she could take the erotic tension of being close to David after the heroic fucking he'd just given her, "I'm kinda tired." "Me too," said David, "I don't know about tonight." "C'mon you two. It's supposed to rain for the next week. This could be our last chance. Ashley, you can take a shower at our place if you want to wake yourself up." "Well... I guess..." "Great!" said Melanie, "turn around, David." David turned into a nearby driveway and set the car back on course for the couple's apartment. Ashley sensed that it was going to be a long night. Ashley Meets her Match Ch. 03 "I think I'll take you up on that shower offer," said Ashley to Melanie, as soon as they'd climbed the stairs to the couple's apartment. "No problem. There are towels in the hall closet. Did you bring something else to change into?" "Just an extra pair of underwear," said Ashley, sheepishly, "I wasn't planning on going anywhere after the beach." "That's ok," said Melanie, disappearing down the hall to the bedroom, "I've got plenty of things that will fit you." David had already gone into the kitchen. For a few moments, Ashley stood in the hall alone. Then Melanie emerged holding a yellow sundress. "It might be a little tight in the bust," she giggled, "but I think you'll look great in it. So good, in fact, that maybe I should call Brad from work and have him come over..." Brad was a cute guy she worked with who Melanie had mentioned to Ashley on a couple of occasions. It was almost like Melanie wanted to fuck him by proxy through Ashley. "Ha ha," said Ashley, "maybe not tonight. My hair will look weird after I shower." "Suit yourself. But you'd like him. I swear." "I don't have any trouble meeting guys," she giggled, "remember this?" She made a sweeping gesture indicating her body. "You're so bad!" grinned Melanie, "I love it! Just don't flaunt it too much around my husband." A wave of guilt rushed over Ashley. What had she done? She'd fucked the husband of a woman she now considered a friend. She truly was a filthy slut! "Ha ha," she hoped Melanie didn't detect how forced her laugh was, "I'm not into older men." Melanie laughed melodiously as she walked into the kitchen, "did you hear that, David? Ashley's not into older men, so don't get your hopes up." She gave him a playful peck on the cheek. He was slicing limes. "Caipirinhas ok?" He directed the question to Ashley. Ashley was too proud to admit that she didn't know what he meant. "Yeah, of course." "Great." A few minutes later, Ashley was alone in the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and turned to inspect her ass in the mirror. Just as she had suspected: it was still red. David had left quite a mark on her, and not just in a physical sense. She stepped into the shower. The hot water on her ass felt almost scalding. It reminded her of the way David had fucked her. Manhandled her. Used her. She closed her eyes and let her hand travel down to her clit as she imagined his hand coming down across her ass again and again and again, his cock thrusting into her as she lay there, face down and helpless across the back seat of the car. So vulnerable, so degraded, so horny for his big hard prick... About half an hour later, the menage-a-trois was gathered around a table on the apartment balcony, watching the brilliant summer sunset. Ashley found she liked the sweet tartness of the drink, even if she couldn't pronounce the name, and soon felt comfortably warmed by both the alcohol and the setting sun. "Fuck," said Melanie, whose sudden vulgarity amused the two others in the group to no small extent, "what a fucking great day." She and David had clearly already gotten a head start, so to speak, while Ashley had been in the shower. "Watch your language, honey," teased David, who also seemed sillier than normal, "Ashley here has very sensitive ears. She's only - how old are you?" He turned to look at her directly in the eye, for the first time since the rear-view mirror that afternoon. His gaze had almost the same effect on her as his hands. "Nineteen." He smiled. "Nineteen. We're breaking the law by giving you liquor." He let his eyes dip briefly to her chest before turning back towards the sunset. Melanie had been right about the sundress. Ashley looked stunning in it, and she knew it. And it was tight across the bust, in a way that accentuated her cleavage to an extent that any man, even one as controlled as David, would simply have to notice. Melanie drained her drink quickly, and poured another from the pitcher. Soon, all three of them were in a giddy, inebriated state. "We've gotta find Ashley here a boyfriend," slurred Melanie. "Why don't you set her up with someone from work? How about that guy Brad you're always talking about?" asked David. "Stop it you two, I have no problem finding guys," insisted Ashley. "Finding someone to fuck, sure, I have no doubt about that," joked David, nodding as if in approval of her appearance. It was uncharacteristically lewd of him, but it was clear to everyone that alcohol was in play. "David!" shrieked Melanie, "don't talk to her like that!" "Ha ha," David chuckled, "I just meant that there's a difference between finding a hook-up and finding a boyfriend." "That's true," said Ashley, "cut him a little slack." "Fine," said Melanie, turning to Ashley once more, "so tell me, what do you look for in a guy?" "Well," said Ashley, looking at David, who fixed her with a slight smirk, "he's gotta be smart, or at least educated. Handsome of course. Funny. And," her voice trailed off for a moment as she took a drink, "have a nice..." Melanie clapped her hands in glee. "What, Ashley?" "Yes, what?" said David, smiling. "You know," said Ashley, blushing now. "Job?" ventured David. "Personality?" guessed Melanie. "Stop it guys. You're not going to get me to say it!" She downed her drink and rolled her eyes. "Cock," she said, "there you go, I said it." The couple burst out laughing. "It's just a word Ashley," said David, "and I'm sure it's passed your lips before tonight." "David!" said Melanie, shrieking in glee at the apparent double entendre. "Come on! I meant the word, not the body part. Though I'm sure plenty of those have passed her lips as well." "David!" Melanie scolded, "that's not nice." "Why don't you tell us, Ashley? You must have a number. Every girl does." Melanie giggled drunkenly, but waited for Ashley's answer. "I don't see how that's any of your business," Ashley said flatly, the mood having suddenly changed, "and frankly, I'm a little offended." "Sorry," said David, flustered for the first time that Ashley could remember, "I was just kidding." "Relax," said Ashley, after an uncomfortable pause, "I was kidding too! But gross! Like I'm going to tell you!" She kicked him under the table. Everyone laughed. Soon, it was clear that Melanie had had enough to drink for the night. "Time to go to bed," said David, grasping his wife under the arms, "you can return the dress another day if you want to go home." "Sure," said Ashley, her heart pounding as the thought of sticking around and trying to get David alone again flitted through her mind. "Ashley you can sleep here tonight on the couch. In fact, you should do that. David doesn't mind, do you David? We could go to breakfast tomorrow it'll be soo much fun!" slurred Melanie. "Goodnight," said David, looking back at Ashley as he maneuvered his wife towards the bedroom, "have a safe walk home." Still tipsy from the alcohol, Ashley walked into the living room and plopped herself down on the small loveseat, determined to wait for David. After the fucking he'd given her earlier, it was the least he could do to talk to her before she went home, wasn't it? And he must want to see her again after their encounter. He couldn't just use her like that, could he? Like some kind of cheap slut he'd picked up at a bar? After a few minutes, David still hadn't appeared. Ashley began to get impatient. She decided to go to the bathroom, which was right down the hallway from the bedroom, in the hope of finding out what was going on. If David came out, he couldn't be angry with her - after all, what more innocent reason could there be for lingering in his home than using the bathroom? As she approached the bathroom door, however, she was irresistibly drawn to the bedroom, where she could hear faint noises. She pressed her ear to the door and drew in her breath as she listened to Melanie moan in pleasure. "Fuck yes, David. Oooh fuck me," she groaned, in a loud, drunken whisper. "Give me that fucking cock. Oh yes. Oh yes. YES!" Ashley dropped to her knees on the carpet, reaching under her dress to massage her own clit. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in Melanie's place, her legs spread across the bed while David plowed his giant dick into her, his hands on her nipples, her stomach, thighs, neck and hair. "Fuck me. Fuck me David. God you know what I need. Fuck you know how to use that big fucking dick. Give it to me, baby." Ashley bit her lip as her fingers flitted across her clit. She reached into the front of the dress to pinch her nipples as she imagined her friends in her mind's eye. In Ashley's imagination, sometimes Melanie was on her back, and sometimes on all fours on the bed, David plowing her from behind. Ashley almost wished she could watch. Even though she was jealous of Melanie, the thought of seeing David in action was beyond arousing. She pictured his muscular buttocks flexing as he thrust into his submissive wife, pinning her to the bed with his powerful arms. "Ohh David...," she moaned involuntarily, stopping herself short to make sure that no one had heard. Luckily, Melanie was moaning even louder now, no longer even trying to be discreet. "Fuck David! Give me that big fucking cock. Fucking punish that pussy with your big fucking prick. Nail me baby. Yes." David, for his part, let out only a few short grunts and moans. He wasn't nearly as vocal with Melanie as he had been with her, thought Ashley. Did that mean something? "Oh David, oh yes! I love your cock. I love you and your big prick so much. Oh yes." The bed began to creak even faster and slam into the wall. Ashley began to gasp as she also started to reach the point of no return. "FUCK DAVID! FUCK ME! I'M COOOMING!" screamed Melanie. The bed cracked into the wall five times with incredible force, Melanie let out one final scream, and then the room was silent. Ashley bit down on her hand as she made herself come, falling to her side across the carpet under the force of her orgasm. She lay there, dizzy from booze, fatigue and self-pleasure, closing her eyes for just a moment... David was standing over her when she awoke. In the dim light, she could make out the fact that he was naked, his cock swinging freely between his thighs. He gripped her by the hair at the base of her neck. "Come with me," he ordered, leading her down the hall and into the living room. "Ashley," he said, once they were a safe distance from the bedroom, "what were you doing in the hall? I thought I told you to go home." Ashley folded her hands in front of herself, unable to look at him. "I told you to go home. Instead, what did you do? You listened outside my bedroom door and overheard a very private moment between me wife and I." "I was just -," she stopped herself, as if unable to speak. "You were touching yourself, weren't you?" A few moments passed, with the only sound the rasp of Ashley's rapid breath. "Weren't you?" He cupped her chin in his hand, raising her gaze to his. Even though the room was illuminated only by a small light in the kitchen, she thought she could see his eyes glow in delight. "Answer me." "Yes," she whispered. "Yes what?" "Yes, I was touching myself." He smiled in satisfaction. "You disobeyed me, Ashley. What do you think I should do about this?" "I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "You'll have to be punished. It goes without saying." "Yes, I guess you're right," whispered Ashley. "Good girl," said David, reaching out to stroke her hair, "you're starting to learn." She couldn't help but smile. "Listen to me very carefully. You are to go into the kitchen. Pick up the wooden spatula you find hanging on the wall there. Then meet me on the balcony." "But Melanie..." "...is asleep," he finished. She cast her eyes downward, as if ashamed. "I know it's hard to accept the fact that you need to be punished," he said, "that you need boundaries in your life. That's why I'm giving you a choice. I'm going to go sit on the balcony. If you want our relationship to continue, you'll follow my instructions and accept your punishment. If not, you may simply leave. The choice is yours." He looked in her direction briefly before he turned, opened the sliding door that led to the balcony, and went outside. Ashley stood silently in the living room, unsure for the moment about which door she would choose: the one leading out of the apartment, or the one leading to the kitchen. If she chose to leave, she would certainly never have sex with David again, but she might be able to continue to be friends with Melanie. Melanie didn't deserve to be cheated on, and what had happened had been just as much her fault as David's, hadn't it? She didn't want to be the "other woman," the one ruining a friend's marriage. If she continued to sleep with David, if she gave into her lust for him, her need to be controlled and used by him, she wouldn't be Melanie's friend any longer. Quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed to be an impossible dilemma. She slipped quietly into her shoes and opened the front door. The hall of the apartment building was bathed in pale yellow light. She stepped onto the threshold, and pulled the door shut behind her, but paused before letting the latch fall into place. This was her last chance to change her mind. If she let the door close completely, she wouldn't be able to get back in. "Fuck," she whispered to herself, "fuck, fuck, fuck." Images of David's strong, controlling hands flashed before her mind's eye. She turned, pushing the apartment door open and slipping back inside, letting it fall shut slowly and quietly behind her. She had made her decision. She would be a slut. A whore. David's whore. She entered the kitchen and fumbled for the spatula, finding it after a minute or so of frustration. Her heart pounded as she contemplated what he had planned for her. Then she walked into the living room, taking a deep breath before opening the door that led to the darkened balcony. David was there, still completely naked, waiting for her in one of the wooden chairs. He cleared his throat audibly as she closed the sliding door behind her. "Hello Ashley," he said, "glad to see that you've chosen to accept the consequences of your actions." She stood silently in the dark, gripping the spatula firmly at her side. "Did you get it?" "Yes." "Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot before answering. "Spank...," she stuttered, almost unable to pronounce the word, "you're going to spank me." "That's right," he said, "I'm going to spank you. Do you know why I'm going to spank you?" "For not leaving when you told me to." "That's right," he said, his expression difficult to discern in the dark, "but is that the only thing you've done to deserve punishment recently?" She racked her brains. "Yes," she said, finally, unsure of what he wanted to hear. "Really?" he said, "don't you think you're forgetting something?" "I - I don't know," she stammered, "that I touched myself?" "Good. What else?" "I - I really don't know." "Your little outburst on the beach. Something about me not really being dominant, not being able to satisfy my wife. Does that ring a bell?" He waited for her answer while Ashley squirmed in her sandals. She wasn't used to being held accountable for her outbursts. It was frustrating. "Yes," she whispered. "I thought it might. What was it you called me?" Ashley's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I don't remember." "Yes you do," he insisted, "tell me." "I," she started, "I'm sorry, I was just angry about being ignored." "Ok," he answered evenly, "just tell me what it was you called me." "Please don't make me say it again," she murmured. "Ashley," he said, "if you want the punishment to work the way it should, you're going to have to acknowledge what you did wrong, don't you think." The beautiful brunette nodded her head slowly. "Good. So what did you say?" "I called you a loser," she murmured, "a limp-dicked loser." "That's right!" said David, "you did remember after all. I thought you would." Ashley nodded, her gaze still downcast. "Ashley, I'm going to teach you some accountability now. You need to learn that actions have consequences. Would you agree?" "Yes," she whispered. "Good," said David. "Ashley," he said, extending his hand, "the spatula please." She handed it over silently. "Good girl. Now take off your shoes." She slipped out of her sandals one by one. "Now your panties. Hand them to me. The dress stays on." She reached up under the borrowed sundress and slowly removed the sheer thong underwear she wore, balling it in her hand then placing it in David's outstretched palm. "Good girl, Ashley. Now I'd like you to step forward and place both of your hands on the railing." Ashley stopped. Despite the humiliating aspect of the situation, part of her had been hoping that David would pull her over his lap as he had during the first spanking, back in his office. He was going to deny her even that bit of pleasure. "Go ahead," he ordered. Ashley stepped forward and gripped the cool railing of the balcony, her back to David now. From this position, she had a good view of two quiet streets below, where there were no cars or pedestrians to be seen at the moment. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief that at least there would be no witnesses to her humiliating punishment. "Very good," said David, "you are not to move your hands from this position unless instructed. Is that clear?" "Yes," whispered Ashley. "Good." She heard David stand and move around behind her. He put his hands on her hips, slowly walking her backward until she was in a position in which her ass was obscenely on display to him. It was then only a matter of a simple flip of his hand to expose her completely. Ashley felt the warm night breeze waft across her nether regions. She trembled in anticipation. "Ashley," said David, leaning in towards her ear, "I'm going to spank you now. But first I have to go over some rules with you, ok?" Ashley nodded. "The first, rule is that you will answer me clearly and distinctly when spoken to. Is that clear?" "Mmm, hmm," Ashley murmured. WHACK! The spatula came down across her ass for the first time. Hard. Ashley couldn't stifle a short, high-pitched yelp that echoed into the empty streets below. "What was that, Ashley?" "Yes, David," she panted, still recovering from the surprise of the blow. "Very good," he said, "the next rule, is that you will always address me as 'sir' from now on and in the future. At all times." "At all times?" "At all times." "Even when Melanie..." "Especially then," he stated flatly. "Yes sir," she said meekly. "Very good," said David, adjusting her dress so that her ass remained exposed. "The next rule," he said, "is that after receiving each blow, you will repeat the following phrase, clearly and distinctly: 'I am a manipulative cock-teasing slut.'" She turned her head, giving him a questioning look. "Say it now," he ordered. "I am a ma -," she stammered, unable to bring the phrase across her lips. "I'm a," she started again. He drew back the spatula once more. WHACK! Once again, a sharp sting spread across her ass. The humiliation of having to admit something so degrading, but so accurate, was too much for her to take. Her hands dropped from the railing. "I changed my mind," she said, "I've leaving." She turned and stared at him, awaiting his response, for some reason that she herself couldn't comprehend. Ashley Meets her Match Ch. 03 "I won't stop you," he said, "but think about what you're doing. Reforming yourself is a difficult thing to do. It takes time. And you can't do it alone." "Don't act like your actions are so pure, sir," she said, emphasizing "sir" derisively, "you're cheating on your wife with me now. And don't try to pretend you didn't like fucking me, even though I'm supposedly such a cocktease. In fact, I think you like me because I'm a cocktease." David was silent for a moment. "What do you want me to say to you, Ashley?" his voice was low and gritty, "that you're beautiful? That I'm not immune to your charms like any other man would be? I think that should be obvious to you by now." He moved towards her, holding her arms in both hands, "but I can give you one thing that you won't get from any other man out there, no matter how much they want to fuck you." He leaned in, and Ashley thought he was going to kiss her for a moment. "Discipline," he whispered, "now put your hands on the railing and take your punishment like the filthy fucking slut you are." Ashley turned around and obeyed him. Her body would have forced her to, even if she'd been dead set against it. That was how powerfully she felt his command in that moment. Once again, her hands gripped the cool railing. The warm night seemed to surround her as she closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation. WHACK! She moaned softly. "I am a manipulative cock-teasing slut," she murmured. "Good," said David. WHACK! The spatula came down again across her bare ass. The sound of the blow echoed across the streets below. Ashley thought she could hear voices now. "I am a manipulative cock-teasing slut." WHACK! "I am a manipulative cock-teasing slut." Tears began to pour down her face now, products of both the painful spanking and the even more painful humiliation, which was also (as she now understood) the truth. The rest of the spanking blended together, and the humiliating phrase became something like a mantra to her. David was smooth, methodical in his spanking, never showing any anger or temper. He truly treated it like the punishment it was. Then it was over. Her bottom throbbed deliciously, and once the last of the sharp stings had stopped she felt a warm glow begin to spread across it. If she was completely honest with herself, she found the sensation exhilarating. Adrenalin pumped through her veins as she turned to look at David, who was standing behind her, sporting an enormous erection. It was the first time she had seen his cock in its full glory, and she could tell, even in the poor lighting of the balcony, that it was magnificent: a prominent, nicely plump and throbbing head crowned a thick shaft that pointed upward at a 45 degree angle. A transparent drop of precum leaked from the slit. Ashley licked her lips, transfixed. David smiled. "I see you've noticed what that spanking did to me," he said, "would you like to take care of it now? Finish making amends for your outburst?" "Yes sir," she murmured. "Good girl," he said. Then he reached behind his back and flipped a light switch, flooding the balcony with lights. Ashley was fully exposed, her reddened ass and tear-stained face on display for whoever might have been watching from the darkness below. And she had reason to believe that they had an audience. Soft sounds, like a group of people speaking in hushed tones drifted up to the balcony. Something about it turned her on. Something about doing something so slutty, so absolutely humiliating in front of strangers, while at the same time demonstrating her absolute surrender to David. She dropped to her knees on the cold concrete floor of the balcony and looked up at him. As she locked her lips around the head of David's cock, she knew that part of the taste in her mouth had come from Melanie. She thought again of what she had heard in the hallway, the filthy things Melanie had said, and the suggestive sounds that had fueled her fantasies. She also thought, of course, of the fucking he had given her in the backseat of the car earlier that day. It was as if she could hear the slap of his thighs against hers as he held her down and took his pleasure with her. She let a hand drift down to her clit, which was sorely in need of attention. SLAP! David's sharp blow across her ass broke her reverie. "You will not touch yourself unless I tell you to. Is that clear, slut?" "Yes sir," she whimpered, then pushed his cock back into her mouth eagerly in an attempt to make up for her momentary lack of attention. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of fullness in her mouth. "Look at me when you suck me," he demanded, pulling her hair back so that her gaze met his. "Mmm hmm," she moaned her assent, the head of his prick hitting her tonsils. She reached down and played with his balls with one hand. Melanie had been right. David was much thicker than the Popsicle. There was no way she was going to be able to deepthroat him easily. Still, she felt herself urged on by both a spirit of competition with the other woman, and an irresistible drive to prove herself worthy to David. She took a deep breath through her nose and pressed herself down, pushing his cock partway into her throat. She gagged, pulling herself back off of him quickly. David smiled down at her. "Good girl," he groaned, "gag on that cock. Show me what a slut you are." She felt his hands on the back of her head, forcing his cock into her throat. If he had been any other man, Ashley would have pushed back against him, fought him. But she was so determined to submit to David that she let him fuck her face like a cheap porno slut. Instead of resisting this humiliation, Ashley opened her mouth as wide as it would go, struggling to give him access to her throat. As she did so, she heard a whoop from the street below. Was it a coincidence, or did they really have an audience? Was there a group of people down there, possibly even people she knew, watching her degradation at the hands of her dominant lover? She didn't know if she wished for such an audience or feared it. A little of both, perhaps. She gagged as his cock entered the back of her throat. "Take that dick you slut. Show me that you're better than my wife." David's acknowledgement of Melanie sent a thrilling shiver down Ashley's spine. As ashamed as she was of the fact that she was sucking the cock of her friend's husband, she couldn't suppress a sense of pride in her ability to lure David astray. Obscene sounds of slurping filled the night as David had his way with her young throat. There were several times when he pushed her too far, and she pulled his hands off and dropped her head down, catching her breath. He always allowed her to rest for a moment, but never lost his dominant exterior. "Get that fucking dick back in your slutty mouth you little whore." He growled these, or similar words, each time she paused. Then he stopped for a moment, pulling his cock out of her mouth and reaching for something: the spatula. "Open up, whore," he ordered, pushing his cock into her throat while leaning down to bring the spatula into contact with her well-punished rear once again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Such a good little fucking slut," he moaned as he flogged her buttocks without mercy, "I own your holes now, whore." "Mmm! Mmm!" Ashley's scream of surprise was stifled by David's cock in her throat. "Yes," he groaned, pistoning his member into her mouth with no regard for her comfort or well-being, "yes, yes, yes!" "Woo-hoo!" came a cheer from below. Ashley was too busy to take much notice of it. After spanking her a few more times - hard - David pulled out of her mouth once again and jerked her head upwards to face his gaze, using the hand that also held the spatula. Holding her firmly in place, he used his other hand to brandish his cock like a club. "Tell me you want my cum, slut," ordered David, smacking his thick erection against each of Ashley's cheeks. "Yes, sir," she groaned obediently, ravenous with desire to please him, "please come for me." She took him between her lips again. This time, she was completely in control. Gripping his shaft with both hands, she stroked him into her eager mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He rewarded her with a throaty sound that seemed to originate in the pit of his stomach as he shot his load onto her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, careful not to let a drop of his precious seed escape her mouth. She wanted to please him completely, to leave him wanting nothing, to prove herself his perfect lover. The look of exquisite pleasure that crossed his face as he ejaculated told her that her efforts had succeeded. When he pulled his cock from her mouth, she chased after it, collecting the final drop on her lips. Letting his cum rest there for a moment, she looked up at him, then licked her lips in satisfaction, flashing him a smile afterwards. He stroked her hair tenderly. "Good girl," he whispered. A smattering of applause rose up from the street below. So they really did have an audience after all! Ashley felt slutty, but also secretly proud of her performance. "Let's go inside," said David, offering her his hand, "you can sleep on the couch."