3 comments/ 10631 views/ 0 favorites The Naughty Step By: minxx66 She has been bad. She is sitting on the naughty step. Well to be more accurate she is chained to the short three-legged chair on the naughty step. The naughty step is a turn halfway up the stairs. The naughty step is in view of the front door. She is aware of this and it excites her. She is blindfolded. Her ankles are cuffed to a spreader bar. Her hands are also cuffed, with a chain running from one, through holes in the seat of the chair, to the other. She is naked, except for the purple beaded nipple clamps and the leather collar. The collar is also chained through a hole in the back of the chair. She is also aware that, due to the height of the stool and her ankles being spread, that her cunt is wide open to display. This excites her. She has been there for at least half an hour and she has heard the carriage clock in the dining room chime three times. HE has just started to mount the stairs, the second one creaks. Her breathing quickens because she still has no idea why she is there. "Do you know why you are here?" HE asks. She shakes her head. "Would you like a hint?" HE asks. She nods. HE grabs her hair. She feels his prick pushing at her lips. She opens her mouth. HE forces his prick in her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. HE withdraws and then pushes in again. Once again HE repeats the motion. "This is mine." HE whispers. HE then withdraws completely and sits on the next step up from the naughty step. He pulls her pussy lips apart and holding them open, HE pushes two fingers into her cunt. Her cunt is wet and as he strokes the front wall of it, she gets more excited. "This is mine." HE whispers again. "Your ass is mine." "Oh." She sighs from both the pleasure and the realisation of what she did wrong. "Oh? You remember? Tell me why you are here." "I didn't present my three holes to you for your pleasure when you came to the kitchen earlier." "That's right." ".....But I had a friend over and....." "There are no 'buts' you know the rules." HE stood and leant over her, to release her collar from the chair back. HE removed her blindfold. HE then released one wrist from the chain and pulled the chain free of the chair. HE took both her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Now you are to kneel" She knelt facing the top of the stairs. Whilst still holding the chain from her wrists in one hand, HE picked the chair up and put at the top of the stairs. HE threaded the chain around the newel post at the top of the stairs and then fixed it back onto the free wrist. She is now lying across the remaining stairs. HE goes down past her and down a further four stairs. She looks at him. "You know what the punishment is." HE says, stroking the riding crop across her ass cheeks. "It's just a matter of how many." "33." She says quickly. "Hmmm......and how did you get to 33?" "There are 10 for disobedience......5 for each of the reminders......and 8 for answering back." "Yes I like the idea of there being 3 reminders and not just the one." HE slid the crop between her legs and up across her pussy lips. He hit her ass cheeks twice with the crop. "1....2....." She said. HE hit first her left cheek and then her right cheek. HE then slid the crop between her legs and tapped her clit 4 times. "...3....4...." "The clit counts as well." HE advised her. "....5...6....7...8..." Before she had finished counting HE slapped her ass with his hand several times. HE stroked his hands across her gradually reddening ass cheeks and played with her pussy lips whilst she caught up with counting. "...9...10...11....12...13......14....15..........16" She sobbed slightly. HE picked the crop up again. HE swung the crop onto each cheek of her ass several more times, gradually hitting harder. "...17...18....19...20....21....22........" She inhaled a big sob. "..23.........24........25.......26.....27" HE sees the tears running down across her nose. She is still looking at him. HE puts the crop down again and rubs her hot red ass cheeks, before landing the remaining 6 slaps with his hands. "...28...29...30....31.....32.....33" She finishes quietly. She has not screamed and yelled and is pleased with herself for her control. HE steps up behind her on the turn in the stairs. HE puts his hands around her hips and pulls her to her feet. She puts her hands on the top step to support herself. HE opens her pussy lips and slides his hard cock slowly into her pussy. HE sighs. HE withdraws almost completely, before ramming his prick fully and hard into her cunt. HE withdraws again and drives back into her hot cunt, pulling her hips back to meet his thrusts. HE leans over her back and grabs her breasts. HE caresses them whilst alternately pulling the nipple clamps. HE is still fucking her, pulling her back by her breasts with each thrust. He wraps the chain from her collar around his right hand and then grabs her hair. HE pulls her head back by her hair, also pulling the collar a little tight around her neck. This frightens her but she is also surprised by the sudden surge of excitement that runs through her body. With his left hand again on her hip pulling her towards him, HE thrusts into her several more times hard and fast. "Push back hard now." HE demands. She pushes back hard onto his prick as he fills her with his cum. They stand like that for a few seconds before HE releases her hair and the chain. HE withdraws from her. "Now go to your room and rest up. You are working tonight." He says to her as her playfully slaps her ass. The Naughty Step "Alright sweethearts, one bedtime story, then it's bedibyes time," their grandmother insisted, as she tucked the youngest girls in immediately after supper, "and be quiet, darlings, your Mummy's sleeping." "Oh, Naaaan, I'm missing-" Grandmother tut-tutted, the eldest Arthur was always the loudest to protest, but usually the first to fold, "Now, Art, I don't want any arguments," she whispered, "tomorrow you can stay up, watch it on your ... whatever it's called." "iPlayer, Nan," Art grinned. Nan wasn't good with technical terminology, despite her computer maintenance course. Still, he admitted, she was a whizz repairing the old PC that Dad promised to fix but never did. She'd even upgraded its OS, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she'll do a course next year; she did several at once: keeping her brain working, she said. "Which story, Nana?" the youngest Jessica, freshly tucked in, asked. "I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses, shall I tell it?" "Pleeease," they chorused, including Art; age nine isn't too old for a bedtime story. So Nan sat on Jessie's bed, with Art on Frances's, and began. "Once upon a time there was a Witch and Sorcerer who were sometimes disguised as Dragons. Nearby was a palace where lived a beautiful baby Princess." The girls giggled, only one sentence in and they already had a witch, sorcerer, dragons and a princess. This was good. Nan continued, "But the King went away-" "To war?" Art suggested. "Probably, but it doesn't matter why he left," Nan continued, "leaving the Queen and Princess alone at home." "Did they miss him?" Fanny, the middle girl asked. "The Princess missed him terribly," said Nan, "But the Queen and Sorcerer were very naughty. And what happens when you're naughty?" Nan looked at each child in turn, while they looked at each other. Jessie spoke first, her lower lip trembling. "You have to sit on the naughty step, Nana?" Jessie ventured. "Exactly," agreed Nan, "and if you are still naughty?" "Off to bed with you," the children chorused in harmony, getting into the game, "with no supper!" "Shh!" Nan quietly hushed them in case they disturbed their Mummy, "But what if they were still bad?" This was new territory for the children. They looked wide eyed and nervous. The naughty step was the furthest they'd ever gone; nobody risked missing supper. "Well," Nan continued after a pause, "The Witch was very angry. She turned herself into a fire-breathing Dragon and burned down the Palace." "Wha-what about the ... Princess?" Fanny asked. "The Witch flew in on her broomstick and rescued her!" announced Nan. "Hooray!" "Shh" Nan put a finger over her mouth, "Mummy's sedated." "Wha-what's 'said hated'?" asked Jessie. "The Doctor gave Mummy something to make her sleep. Now, do you want to hear more of this story?" They all nodded. Jessie's eyes were half asleep, she really preferred cats to dragons; Fanny's eyes, however, were full of princesses in pink dresses; Art's brimmed over with fire and battles. "The Witch couldn't stay by the ruined palace, she flew back to Dragon Country and adopted the Princess as if she was her own daughter." "An' they lived happily ever after?" asked Fanny. "They were very happy, but it couldn't be for ever. Years later, a handsome Knight came, thinking he was rescuing the Princess from the Dragon." "Was there a battle?" hoped Art. "Well, the Dragon could see the Princess light up when she saw the handsome Knight, her lovely eyes dancing with delight. The Dragon loved the Princess deeply, but knew it was time to give her up. The Dragon thought it best to put on an act. So the Dragon and Knight battled it out in front of the Dragon's Lair." Art grinned, and made sweeping sword moves with his hand. "Then the Dragon pretended to be beaten and flew away." Nan continued, "The Knight took the lovely Princess to his castle and in time they had three lovely children." "A boy an' two girls, Nana?" asked Fanny, hopefully. "Of course," Nan smiled, "a handsome young prince and two of the prettiest baby princesses you ever saw." Jessie grinned, sleepily snuggled down in her duvet with her Teddy, "That was a lovely story, Nana." "It's not quite finished," Nan said brightly, regaining their attention. "The Witch kept watch over her adopted daughter and baby grandchildren from a distance, and noticed the Knight was being naughty with ... a courtesan..." "Wha's a 'cutey-sand', Nana?" Jessie tried to get her tongue around the unfamiliar word. "Some common tart working in the Castle offices." Nan said, "So she lured the Knight to her lair, made him sit on the naughty step. But he laughed, said it was none of her business, he'd do as he pleased, so she turned back into a Dragon and burned him to a crisp." "Gosh!" exclaimed Art, the two girls open mouthed. "I suppose he deserved it." "And then they all lived Happily Ever After!" Nan concluded. "Yay!" "Shh!" warned Nan, "Mummy's asleep, she's had a shock." Nan kissed the girls on the foreheads and turned out the light. "Nighty, night, Nana," the girls said. "Don't let the bedbugs bite," replied Nan as the girls giggled. "We're not stupid, Nan," Art said, as he reached his bedroom, "Mummy told me she was adopted and couldn't remember her father or step-father. Didn't we have McDonald's to celebrate you finishing top of Advanced Electrician class last year? Dad was working late then of course, as usual. Mummy said Dad was helping you install new plugs after work. We're not going to see Dad again, are we?" "Oh dear, sweetheart, you've caught me out. What do you want to do?" "You have to sit on the naughty step, Nan." "But I have been very, very naughty." "Then off to bed," the grinning girls chorused from the doorway, "with no supper!" The end. The Naughty Stewardess If I'd known how wonderful it felt to kiss another girl, I would have tried it a long time ago. I've always been attracted to other women and have even fantasized about making love to them, but I never thought I would actually do it. I became painfully aware of my girl lust while in college, and that was due mainly to my roommate, Ingrid. I had flirted with and daydreamed about girls in high school, but none of that compared with the all-out lust I felt for Ingrid. It started the minute she walked into our dorm -- tall and blonde, with long athletic legs and a devious little smile. My heart fluttered as I stood to greet her, wondering why my clit was suddenly throbbing. I lay back on my bed, making small talk while she unpacked her things. Her mini skirt gave a generous view of her golden thighs, and I yearned for a glimpse of her panties. All of this was very confusing for a girl with such a healthy appetite for the opposite sex. I didn't get around in high school by any stretch, but I liked guys almost as much as they liked me. That first night in college, I stroked off quietly in my bed while dreaming of Ingrid's long, silky legs entwined with mine -- our pussies brushing together as we kissed each other passionately on the lips. I couldn't wait to see her perky breasts bare. Needless to say, it was a pretty exciting year for me. I met a wonderful guy who fulfilled my every romantic and sexual need. But I still couldn't keep my mind off Ingrid. We did all the things girl friends do -- gossiped about boys, painted our toenails, had pillow fights that ended in near kisses. I always loved watching Ingrid get dressed for dates. As she applied her lipstick in the mirror between our beds, I wondered what it would be like to press my tongue between those full, perfect lips. When she sat on the edge of her bed and slipped on a pair of sheer, black stockings, I had to struggle to suppress a moan. My pussy oozed as I watched her hook each stocking into her garter belt, knowing she wasn't wearing panties under her tight-fitting skirts. We've kept in touch since college, and I always look forward to meeting my old roommate for lunch. She's a stewardess for a major airline now, so she's often out of the country. I was so excited when I got an email from her last week saying she would be in town for a couple of days. When she walked into my apartment it was just like the day she entered our dorm. Like that first day, my clit hardened as I saw how gorgeous she looked, stepping through my door in her hot little stewardess uniform, towing her flight bag behind her. Ingrid took off her hat and opened her arms for a hug. We're almost exactly the same size, so as I wrapped my arms around her waist, our nipples met, and I marvelled at how naturally our bodies fit together. I was wearing a little white tennis dress, and as she hugged me tighter, my nipples hardened against her and I could feel my dress riding up the backs of my thighs barely covering my white, cotton panties. "I hope you don't mind," said Ingrid, unbuttoning her jacket and heading toward the bathroom. "It's been a long flight, and I really need a shower." "Be my guest," I said, biting my lip as her skirt slid down to the carpet and she struggled to pull off her silky nylons. I creamed when I saw her perfect little ass emerge from her tights, and I realized she had just travelled from Moscow without any panties. As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, I lunged for her nylons, brushing the crotch under my nose and savoring her sweet, feminine smell. I pulled off my own panties and slipped on my former roommate's pantihose, fighting back an orgasm as her crotch covered my groin. I threw off my dress and pulled on her skirt, turning to look in the mirror as I zipped up the back. I was doing up her jacket and reaching for her hat as Ingrid emerged from the bathroom. "Well, well," she said with a mischievous grin. "You've missed your calling." My face turned red with embarrassment as Ingrid settled into an armchair and crossed her long legs, looking me over from head to toe. She was wearing a flimsy pair of my see-through, low-cut panties and a silk camisole that revealed her pretty pink nipples. "Miss!" she grunted in a business-man voice, snapping her fingers. "What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?" I turned and walked slowly to the kitchen, knowing her eyes were following the seams on the backs of my nylons. When I set the drink on the table next to her, she purred like an alley cat, running her hand up the back of my leg, from my calf to my rump, pushing up my skirt. I slapped her hand away and she laughed, pulling me onto her lap and sliding her hand up my thigh. "You're a feisty little bitch," she growled, still using her manly voice. "Maybe you need a good spanking!" I giggled and squirmed in her arms as her hand inched higher up my skirt. "I'm sorry sir. Have I been a bad stewardess?" I asked, biting the tip of my finger like a naughty school girl. My other index finger stroked her nipple through her camisole as her hand finally cupped my swollen mound. I was ready to cum when she leaned in and kissed me, her sweet, soft lips gently parting mine. My thighs gripped her wrist as our tongues met and I writhed in orgasm. I couldn't believe I was French kissing another girl -- a girl I'd been dreaming of since college. I sucked her tongue, lightly bit her bottom lip and savored the sweet taste of her lipstick. I could have kissed her for hours, it felt so incredibly sexy. When our lips finally parted, I kissed my way slowly down her neck and licked her nipple through the flimsy fabric of her camisole, rolling the little nub between my lips. As her fingernails clawed hungrily at the crotch of my nylons, I playfully bit her nipple causing her to gasp and dig her nails into my fattened lips. Taking a long sip of her drink, Ingrid growled "You call this a martini? I've had better stewardesses in coach!" "I'm very sorry sir," I cooed, rolling off her lap and crawling over to the coffee table on hands and knees. "I've been a terrible stewardess and I need to be punished." I leaned across the table, presenting my bum to Ingrid. I watched her in the mirror as she rose from the chair and sauntered toward me. I was so turned on by the thought of my ass being handled by a beautiful woman. Ingrid kneeled beside me, unzipping my skirt and letting it slide to my knees. "You're making a mess of my tights," she said, running her hand over my soaked, throbbing pussy. "Why don't you tear them off me then?" I said, yearning to be spanked, licked and fucked by my tasty girlfriend. But Ingrid grabbed me by the hair and forced my head against the coffee table. "When I want your advice I'll ask for it," she hissed. "The last thing I want from a stewardess is back talk." Still holding my head to the table, she delivered a stinging slap across my ass, causing me to yelp in pain. Ingrid giggled at my discomfort and it felt like we were playful roommates again. As she prepared to slap me again, I ground my bottom against her mound, parting the crack of her pussy with my ass. She spanked me again and again, gently humping her clit against my pantihosed bum. I watched in the mirror as her titties bounced with the force of each slap. When tears began to stream down my face, Ingrid took mercy on her naughty stewardess. Pulling my nylons down to my knees, she gently kissed my bare, tortured bottom. "That's a good girl," she purred. "Let Ingrid kiss it all better." "It tastes like candy," said Ingrid, drawing her tongue from the top of my thigh, over my cheek and down into the crack of my ass. "Open up and let me taste your asshole." Reaching back, I spread my cheeks, allowing her tongue to enter where no other woman had been before. As her sweet young lips explored my behind, I watched her every move in the mirror. I let out a gasp as she reached for her flight bag. Her lips and tongue continued exploring my body while her hand dug through her luggage. My hips quivered in orgasm when I saw what she was grasping for. Replacing her tongue with three fingers, Ingrid started slowly fucking me while stroking my ass with what I thought was a nine-inch dildo. "Kiss my beautiful cock," she growled, shoving the object toward my lips. I kissed the tip of her dick then slowly drew the head into my mouth with my tongue. The knob was as big as a plum, and the shaft was smooth and hard. She pushed it deeper into my mouth and I realized it was attached to a pair of black, lycra panties. Ingrid stood behind me and pulled the panties up her long, slender legs, snapping the waistband over her mound. Running her hand up and down her shaft while stroking her breast with the other, Ingrid admired her new look in the mirror. Grasping the edges of the coffee table, I raised my ass toward her and whispered "Fuck me Ingrid. You know what a stewardess needs." She dropped to her knees with one hand on her cock and the other reaching to spread my sweet little cheeks. When I felt the tip of her knob part my pussy lips, I pushed backward, taking the entire shaft inside me with one thrust. As soon as her soft, cheerleader hips grazed my bare ass, I started to cum violently, swaying my ass from side to side with every thrust. As Ingrid quickened her pace, I raised my shoulders, arching my back and yelping each time her dick hit bottom. I was soon humping as fast and hard as she was, my tits shaking wildly as I rode her to another orgasm. Letting go of the coffee table, I got on my hands and knees and crawled across the room with Ingrid still fucking me from behind. Standing at the mirror, I kissed and licked my own reflection, while Ingrid ran her hands over my bush, up my tummy and under my breasts. With her cock still buried inside me, Ingrid slipped my jacket off and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, freeing my perky tits. I pressed my nipples against the cool glass as she removed my shirt and stroked my ass, stomach and shoulders. Her silky blonde hair caressing my skin as she kissed the back of my neck. Each time she thrust her cock into me, I pressed harder against the glass, pulling away as she withdrew. I felt like I was sandwiched between two incredibly beautiful girls. She went on fucking me that way for such a wonderfully long time that I started to wonder why I ever bothered with men. We could kiss, stroke and screw each other all night and through the day if we wanted. My thoughts were interrupted by Ingrid's fingers stroking my clit as she quickened her thrusts, driving me over the top again. My knees buckled as my orgasm took over, and I fell to the ground, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. Ingrid dropped to her knees and pulled her nylons off me, stopping to suck and kiss each of my toes before kissing her way up my legs and abdomen, stabbing her dick between my legs as our lips and breasts met. As my tongue explored her beautiful mouth, I rolled Ingrid onto her back and straddled her dildo, riding her up and down as I stared into her eyes. She reached her hand between our clits and stroked as I ground my pussy against her mound. Leaning forward, I pushed up her camisole and finally tasted her bare, perfect breasts. I loved the way she squirmed and jiggled as her dick ravaged my slender frame. When I knew she was on the brink of cumming, I leaned back and slapped her hard across her tits, sending her into a mad-eyed frenzy of delight. She bucked so hard I had to grab her nipples to keep from being thrown. "You torrid little slut," she howled. "I am so going to fuck your ass when I get up!" I pinched her nipples hard and squeezed her hips between my thighs, my own orgasm squirting cum all over her pussy. Leaning forward, I whispered into her ear: "Is that a promise?"