2 comments/ 32975 views/ 7 favorites Becky's Belt By: rick_oh "I spoke to you earlier today about your past week's demerits. Why are you here?" "To be punished, Governess," he answered with a quaver in his voice. "How did I punish you last week?" "You gave me a strapping with Becky's belt." "Now I want you to strip. Completely!" "Everything, Governess?" His insides fluttered. "Everything! Quickly!" Governess stood with her hands on her hips and watched him remove his clothes. Then she ordered, "Get Becky and bring her here. Tell her to bring her belt." "Please, Governess!" "GO!" Shamed by his nakedness, he walked down the hall of the large house and timidly knocked on Becky's door. No answer. He knocked again, a little harder. A moment later Becky opened her door. A look of surprise at his nakedness, and then she put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "Governess wants to see you in her study", he stammered. "And she wants you to bring your belt." Becky's eyes gleamed. The firm blonde retrieved the leather belt from her closet. It was long, straight, and slightly thicker than the usual fare. A little wider than two inches, it was a formidable instrument when doubled up and used on a bare bottom. She doubled the belt and swished it through the air a few times. "Let's go," Becky ordered. His naked shame increased as he walked ahead of her to the study. Governess smiled slightly when she saw the natural, comfortable dominance that Becky exuded. When they arrived, Becky stood at attention. "Becky, I'm rather tired tonight. I want you to give him his strapping. Fifty strokes. Take him to his room. Good night." "Good night, Governess," Becky said with excitement in her voice. She grasped his arm and, with her belt in her other hand, briskly walked him to his room. She arranged a cushion in the center of the bed and told him to lie on his tummy so that his hips were raised. He gave a sigh, and got in the humiliating position mandated by his erstwhile young governess. She produced several binding straps and secured his ankles and wrists to the corners of his bed. I don't know which I like more, she thought to herself, binding him so he can't get out of position, or watching him struggle to keep his bottom presented. He almost visibly trembled. The last time he had been strapped with Becky's belt, he got thirty five strokes. He was sure he didn't want to go through that again. "You're going to get fifty with my belt!" The eager and athletic young dominatrix teased. "Try not to move too much. If you do, I'll bring Trisha to help hold you in place." She sensed his humiliation at the thought. Becky doubled the belt and took her position as disciplinarian with one foot slightly in front. She focused on her charge's pale, naked nether globes and bent her knees slightly. In a space of a couple seconds, she raised her arm, struck the belt across the male's bare bottom, and swiped with a complete follow-through. As a flash of pain exploded on his backside his whole body jerked and he exclaimed, "AAAH!" Not even two seconds elapsed before the next stroke of leather planted its hot kiss on both nether cheeks. Becky continued in that fashion, and energetically leathered his backside as his movements became pronounced and his exclamations more shrill, until she had given him twenty five. Becky looked with satisfaction at the red tracks that her belt had made. "You're wiggling too much. I'm going to get Trisha!" "NO! Don't! Please!" All was quiet for a few moments, until he heard giggling. "Oh, nice and red." It was Trisha's sweet voice. She ran her hands over his punished bottom, made some approving sounds, and then spread his bottom cheeks apart. He squirmed as a new wave of humiliation swept through him, and the femmes giggled again. Trisha leaned over and placed both hands firmly on the bound male's back, and nodded to Becky. With more force than before, Becky applied the belt to the bound male's naked bottom. His shouts were louder, his attempts to wiggle more pronounced. Trisha, though, firmly held him in place. Twenty five times the belt swiped across both sides of the male's backside, causing a strap-induced jiggle. Becky rested her strap across the captive male's waist and said, "We'll be back in thirty minutes to untie you." After the requisite time, the girls came back. "I did give it to you good," Becky giggled, and ran her hands over his well strapped bare bottom. Her taste for domination and humiliation was not sated, especially since her friend Trisha was with her. The girls unbound his hands and feet, and told him to turn over rather than get up. When they began to bind his wrists and ankles to the bed when he had turned face up, he had fear in his eyes. "What are you doing?!" Neither girl replied. What they did next caused his eyes to widen. Becky and Trisha reached under their skirts and removed their panties. They rubbed the panties on their recently jilled pussies. "You made too much noise when I punished you," Becky firmly stated. "Governess tells me that she wants to know if you carry on too much like you did. She'll increase your punishment next time if I tell her. Open your mouth!" Becky wadded up her well scented panties and stuffed them in his mouth. He caught the unmistakable scent of her feminine arousal. Trisha used her panties to hold Becky's in place, and tied them around the male's mouth and around his head. Becky's fascination with male anatomy came to the fore, and the girls giggled as they lightly handled his balls. When they had charmed his member to a turgid state, they delicately handled it. Their giggling, as well as the handling, caused it to become fully erect. After more teasing and giggling, Becky asked, "Do you like this?" "Ymmmmmf!" he nodded. "Do you want me to tell Governess that you yelled too much when I spanked you?" He shook his head while moaning into his panty gag, knowing that augmented punishment is severe. She got a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a healthy amount of it on the erect member which swayed before her. Then she wrapped one hand around it and gave it several teasing up and down strokes. His hips moved to meet her hand each time. "I'll tell Governess that you took your spanking well," she said. "But it will come at a price." She wrapped her hand around the head of his cock. Trisha picked up a rubber band and brought it close to his midsection. She stretched it and let it snap against his balls. "MMMMMMMMMF!" He pumped wildly in response to the exploding pain in his balls. Becky held her hand in place. Another snap, and he thrashed about several times, and pumped his erection into Becky's hand. Every time he recovered from the intense pain and settled down from his wild thrusting, Trisha snapped the elastic band against his nuts. Every time, he gave vent to an urgent yell into his gag and his hips pumped wildly. In spite of the intense pain Trisha inflicted, he began to feel the sweet sensation of approaching ejaculation from his frenzied pumping into Becky's closed fist. A few more snaps and his moans became those of pleasure. His ejaculation came suddenly, and he recklessly spurted over himself and Becky's hand. The girls again giggled and made comments about the translucent substance that he squirted. Becky kept her hand around his cock until it started to deflate, and then wiped the spunk on his legs. They quickly untied him, had him give back their panties, and they left. In bed that night he tried to digest his first taste of sensual female domination, and felt a mixture of different emotions as he lay on his tummy. For several days the soreness from his severe strapping served to constantly remind him of his experience. Several days hence, as he was getting in bed, he found a pair of panties under his pillow. He slowly picked them up and brought them to his face. Several times he inhaled the scent of Becky's feminine arousal. His cock became hard, and he looked toward the bottle of hand lotion. Meanwhile, Becky convinced their governess that she should be the one to discipline their male housemate, since it increased his humiliation for a female closer to his age to administer. Governess agreed as she saw Becky's hands absent mindedly stroke her belt. Becky's Best Birthday Locked together in their lust filled passion they hadn't noticed how warm the room really was. They didn't care. Their bodies glistening and slippery seemed to make the coupling even better. He had worked his arms under hers and reached up and locked his fingers with hers to hold her, as if she might get away. He was thrusting as hard as he could, trying to get even deeper inside her, and she was arching up against him to eagerly receive his massive feeling cock. His mouth on hers muffled some of the gasps and moans and other guttural sounds and their tongues frantically danced with each other. He could taste the Brandy they had been sipping. 'Well, 20. That's not too young for a drink, not really, not at home,' he thought. "My God!" she gasped. Her head now rolling side to side with her eyes closed while licking her lips. She was in the throes of her second orgasm and he could feel her body quiver. She pulled her hands free and moved them down to grasp his ass as if she could pull him even deeper into her. He raised up and gasped "I'm going to cum Becky!" He was tensing up and getting that amazing feeling that comes when his balls were filling his cock so his prostate could shoot it all into her. Often he had thought 'Thank God it still works.' She could feel him tightening and looking in his eyes she said "Cum baby, let me have it." He was breathing hard and gasping as he continued his internal assault on her lithe body. Thrusting, grunting, thrusting, moaning, thrusting, gasping, thrusting...... He looked almost as if he was in pain and then he asked, like always, "It's ok? It's ok if I cum in you? Tell me." "Oh yes hun!" she gasped out. "Cum. Cum inside me. I want your cum in me. Deep in me. Fuck your hot, wonderful cum deep into my womb!" Her words was what he needed. He bucked and pushed hard and with a loud "YES!!" he exploded inside her. She was clawing him as his climax had tossed her back over the edge and she was engulfed by her 3rd and largest orgasm. She arched and moaned and bucked against him as he drove harder, deeper and continued to unload into her...then another thrust and a final surge of his still potent cum before he relaxed, spent, exhausted. He gently lowered down onto her and she wrapped her arms around him pulling him tight to her. Their bodies melting together while their breathing tried to catch up with itself. He was licking his lips and realizing how dried out he was now. "I can't move. I can't get up. You just got all my strength. You'll have to push me off." He relaxed more and let his weight push her down into the mattress. "No," she said simply. She hugged him tighter and wrapped her legs around him as if to hold him so he couldn't leave. "I want you right where you are. I wish you could stay right here, in me, forever." Raising just enough to look into her eyes he smiled and nodded. Yeah, what a thought. He wished he could stay right there too. Locked up with her, in her, warm, safe and loved. But in a couple of minutes he was losing what was left of his erection and was about to slide out. She did push against him and said "Sorry but forever is over now." He laughed with her and rolled over on his back beside her. "My God you are incredible," he finally spoke. "No, you are incredible," she replied, "Three terrific orgasms. Count 'em, three." He laughed and rolled onto his side to face her. "Happy Birthday Becky. I hope it was a good one." She rolled on her side to face him and put her nose to his and licked his lips. "I love you so much. I will never be able to thank mom enough for agreeing to share you with me. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel." He started putting little kisses all over her face. "I love you too baby. You were always my favorite and I still can't believe sometimes that you come to me and allow me to be inside you." His eyes were searching hers as she moved closer and pushed her ample breasts against his chest. Her body now fully up against his while she traced some frown wrinkles with her finger. He continued "I would have taken you many years earlier but I had to wait until your mom approved." She smiled and whispered "I'm glad she did. And I always get a kick out of you asking me if you can cum. You know you can. You always can. I do and it would only be fair." "Oh, I know." he replied, "But maybe because our first couple of times you didn't want me to so now I always want to give you a last chance to say no." She looked a little sorry. "I wish I had let you cum in me then. I think I was nervous or scared or something. But not anymore. I love the feel of you cumming in me. And how big and hard you are when you first enter me, it's wonderful." He laughed. "For now. What happens when I can't get it up anymore? I'm getting older you know." She backed away a little. "Older? You are so hot and always so hard. I can't believe I wouldn't be able to help you get it up." Now he did laugh. "You are awesome! Your mom says the same things. She says she doesn't see anytime when I wouldn't be able to satisfy her. I love you both so much. But..someday..I mean I'm 61 now. Are you ever going to stop coming to see me?" Becky looked deep into his eyes for what seemed like eternity. She put her gentle hands on each side of his face and leaning in she kissed him, tenderly and lovingly. "I will always come to you," she whispered "If the day ever comes that you can't be my lover you will always be my grandpa."