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Spank!

By: English Lady



I had a dream last night, I know not the most original of first lines but stick with me: I promise it gets better. I was walking down a long corridor with a lush red carpet and orange toned walls; people were milling all around me, entering doors or just walking like me. It was a while before I started noticing the signs on the doors I was walking past.

WATERSPORTS

HORSE RIDING

FOOD

They all seemed quite innocent at first, then the signs started to become more blatant

BONDAGE

ANAL

RAPE

I watched people as they marched confidently into these rooms until I came upon one that made me look twice.

SPANKING

I felt undeniably drawn to this room, as if there was a force pulling me on. I walked forward and opened the door quietly and slowly, my heart thumping and my nipples hard with excitement and curiosity. As I walked in I could see nothing ahead of me, the room was quite dark and I couldn't hear anything, my heart started to beat harder as I felt more scared than excited. Abruptly a light was switched on and I blinked at the sudden change. When I fully opened my eyes I saw someone standing in front of me: a short plump lady in a leather halter, the leather barely covered anything, her large breasts and ass overflowed over the sides. The hint of leather seeming to make you notice her nudity more than if she wore nothing at all. She said not a word but took my hand and led me to a low sofa, sitting down she left me standing in front of her, feeling self conscious as I towered above this lady. I nervously ran a hand through my brunette curls.

"STRIP."

The abruptness and loudness of this command took me by surprise, I jumped slightly startled by this order.

"STRIP NOW" she reiterated, and as a woman in a trance I begin to unbuttoned my blue cotton blouse, dropped it to the floor, followed by my lacy bra. Letting my large breasts free, showing to all how hard and aroused my nipples were. Next I slipped out of my long black skirt, kicking off my shoes as I did so, till I was stood in only my panties, the tell tale damp spot showing to anyone who cared to look. After only a second of hesitation I began to ease the white material off my hips, slipping them over my thighs then kicking them away. Fully exposed I stood holding my head high and noticing my breath coming fast and erratically as the leather lady eyes me up and down her hand between her legs. 

The other hand snaked out and pulled on my nipple.

"OUCH"

I screamed as she pulled me towards her, angled me over her lap, pulling me down until I was resting over her legs. I struggled slightly, I am not a woman's woman if you know what I mean, but she held me fast as her hand slapped down with a resounding "CRACK" on my bottom.

I gasped at the sudden impact, I barely had time to recover before "CRACK" that firm hand slapped at me again "CRACK" and again "CRACK" and again.

My ass was starting to sting and my cheeks are flushed from the compromising position I am in, Somehow though I am getting a perverse thrill from this situation, It was a dream afterall So I decided I might as well go with it. 

After what seemed like an age the leather lady stopped hitting me and pushed me off her lap and I sprawled on the floor at her feet. I felt a pair of hands grab my waist and pull me up into a kneeling position. I looked up, twisting my head, but I couldn't see my assailant, though from the strong hairy arms I could glimpse and feel I took an educated guess that it was a man.

"Cute Ass." My assailant finally spoke, a low sonorous sound confirming his man hood. "It looks good in red, though I think a deeper shade would suit you better."

I gasped as I heard something whistle through the air then land across my buttocks.

"Owch!" I exclaimed ,my bottom burning from the slap, It felt like a belt or something similar, over and over my bottom it slashed and slapped and I scream and groan with each swat of this unknown torture implement. Amazingly through the pain I felt myself getting wetter and hotter the heat from this punishment turning me on.

Hearing a low guttural moan, I looked up and saw the leather lady with her fingers buried inside her sloppy pussy, the leather outfit pulled to the side as she finger- fucked herself watching my poor ass being mutilated. My eyes became glued to her crotch, those fingers plunged in and out of her wet hole, her legs spasmed as she came close to exploding. I was so engrossed in this shameless show that it took me a while to latch on to the fact that my ass was no longer being whipped. 

Just as I began to move, I felt those strong hands encapsulate my hips, gripping tight so I couldn't move. I felt something rubbing up my bum, across my red sore abused skin and concentrating between my buttocks. I moaned loudly as I realised this big, faceless stranger was going to fuck me, his hard cock pressed against me and I pushed back. I was so hot and horny by that point I wasn't thinking.

Suddenly that hard thick cock speared my cunt. I screamed as I felt myself filled from behind, hard hands gripped my hips and my cunt flexed around this intrusion. My eyes stayed glued on the lady in leather who was moaning loudly and stroking her clit. I could feel my orgasm building from the combination of this stranger fucking me and the sight and smell of the masturbating woman just a few inches from my face. He sensed I was close to cumming and I felt him up the pace, drilling into me even further with each stroke. 

I screamed as I erupted, my whole body shook with the impact of it, I felt strong hands pinching at my hips and heard a low guttural sound merging with the high pitched yelp spewing from my mouth. I felt him pumping his hot cum inside me, and opened my eyes just in time to see leather lady creaming all over her fingers.

And then I woke up, Bugger. 

Spank a Waitress Wednesday



Anyone who has spent over six months searching for a job that pays enough to cover all of their expenses, without conflicting with other commitments, can understand the frustration that led Denise Byers to apply as a waitress at Joe Bambino's.

Joe Bambino's was a men's interest restaurant themed on Las Vegas cocktail bars- men's interest being- that the waitresses were thin, young, and attractive, and were required to wear extremely revealing uniforms.

Denise was qualified for the job. Not only was she thin, young, and attractive, but she had six years of experience waitressing at other restaurants, though none that were modeled after Las Vegas cocktail bars.

So Denise wasn't concerned she wouldn't get the job. In fact, she was fairly certain she could edge out any of the competition. Denise was concerned that her life situation had cornered her into this option.

She turned in applications all over. She was waiting for a callback from Charley Muir's, and she even applied as a receptionist at SBH Unlimited- a very successful computer company. 

Yet, it was only Joe Bambino's that had offered her an interview, even after persistent calls to every other restaurant in town.

Denise dressed up for the interview. Why shouldn't she? Just because it was a sleazy joint for infidelious husbands or lowlife jerks who could never be with any woman they weren't paying to be with didn't mean she shouldn't treat the occasion with the respect she showed to all of her prospective employers.

She might have to work half-naked if she got the job, but damn it; she was going to look as refined as she could while applying for it.

The interviewer, a tall, scruffy haired man who went by the name of Jake Russier, looked over Denise's resume with a look of complete boredom on his unshaven face.

He set her resume aside and stared at her blankly.

"So," he began. "You got a lot of experience waiting tables?"

Wondering if he was asking that as a question, or mentioning it rhetorically after reading her resume, Denise deducted he hadn't really read her resume at all. 

"I worked at Coney Island for three years, and Alfoncino's for two years after that," Denise said. "I also have one year of experience working at a Pub at Great Oaks Mall."

Jake nodded.

"Good, good," he said. 

Denise waited for him to ask another question, but he just sat there, as if he had just awoken from three days of sleeping. Denise was about to elaborate on her past jobs when Jake finally spoke again.

"Given what you've seen at this restaurant, just walking through it to my office- does it look like something you want to do?"

Denise took a breath. This was one of those parts in every job interview- the part where you have to BS it. She needed this job; there was no doubt about that.

"I think it seems like an exciting place," Denise said. 

It was like an out-of-body experience, hearing herself lie to land the job. Denise continued, painting the rosiest picture of herself she could to get Jake- whatever his last name was- to like her enough to hire her.

"I like the atmosphere, and the people here seem nice. I'm sure I'll have a great time working for you, Mr. Russier," Denise said.

Jake nodded again.

"Good," he said. "I just got to make sure, you know. I got to make sure that you're aware of what kind of place this is, and the kind of expectations I have of all my ladies here."

"I am aware," Denise said.

"I don't know how many girls who've quit cause they couldn't take the pressure, or didn't like the way the customers talked to them, or the other expectations we have of them."

"I can assure you that will not happen with me, Mr. Russier," Denise said. "I plan to stay here on a long-term basis and I always grant my employer's two weeks notice before departures."

"That's good," Jake said. "I'm glad to hear that. Now I should go over, just to make sure you're aware of all the expectations at this restaurant."

Jake coughed, and held up a fist, and extended his index finger.

"Number one- you got to wear the outfit. It's small, it doesn't cover much, but its what the customers want and you got to give it to them," Jake said.

"Not a problem," Denise said.

Jake continued to hold up his index finger, and then extended his middle finger as well.

"Number two- you got to be able to put up with the comments. The guys here are going to talk like- well guys. They're going to talk about your body, and they're going to ask you for your phone number and all that shit. Whether or not you want to give them that information is up to you, but you got to take it with a smile. You got to flirt with them. It's part of the job," Jake said.

Denise was apprehensive about this, but decided it was worth it if it helped her pay her rent.

Jake raised his ring finger.

"Number three- and this is the one the girls hate. I've lost a lot of waitresses because of this one, but it's an important one, to our business," Jake said.

Denise wondered what Jake was talking about.

"About a year and a half ago, we enacted this new event, every Wednesday night. We called it, Spank a Waitress Wednesday," Jake said.

"I beg your pardon?" Denise asked. She was certain she'd heard him correctly, but this couldn't be real.

"Spank a Waitress Wednesday," Jake repeated. "The way it works is, every Wednesday night, the customers can buy a ticket and throw it into a bowl. We draw a name out of the bowl, and the winner gets to spank a waitress."

Denise blinked.

"You actually do this?" she asked.

"It has done- amazing- things for out business. Wednesdays used to be really slow, and now, they are- our busiest day of the week. The place is packed, every Wednesday night."

Denise didn't know how to respond.

"So anyway, every waitress on the clock that night has to put her nametag in a bowl. The winner gets to draw one tag from that bowl, and the waitress he picks gets spanked," Jake said.

Denise tried to imagine this happening, but couldn't.

"So, does she have to bend over his lap or something?" Denise asked.

"No, no, she goes on stage. She bends over a table, and the winner is given a Joe Bambino's paddle. The waitress has to lift her skirt above her waist, and the winner gives her twenty swats. The audience gets to watch and everybody cheers afterwards."

"Wow," Denise said. "I did not know about this."

"Well, that's why I'm telling you now," Jake said. "If you accept this job, Wednesday nights, this is an official job requirement. So before I hire you, I got to know if you're okay with this." Thoughts poured through Denise's head. Her rent, her car payments, her college classes. Denise took a breath and responded.

"I am totally okay with that," Denise said.

Jake smiled.

"Good," he said.

Denise set her car keys on the kitchen counter of her apartment. The red light on her answering machine was blinking. Denise set down her purse and pressed the button.

"Ms. Byers? This is Chris from Charley Muir's," the answering message said.

Denise perked up and listened more intently.

"We read over your resume and we thought you'd be an excellent employee. Unfortunately, were a bit full on waitresses with now and were cutting back hours. I'm sorry, but we'll call you in a few months if we need the help."

Denise kicked off her shoes and they slammed into the wall.

"What's the matter?" Ally, her roommate said, wandering into the room.

"Charley Muir's doesn't need me," Denise sulked.

The answering machine beeped, and another message played.

"This is Joan Everson from SBH Unlimited, calling for Denise Byers. We'd like to tell you we've accepted you for an interview," the message said.

"Oh my God!" Ally shouted. 

"If you call back, we can arrange an interview time. Our pay begins at $7.50 an hour, though raises will be given for good performance at regular intervals. If you have any other questions, you can call us back at 396-555-0982."

Ally smiled with excitement.

"You go the interview! Way to go!" Ally said.

Denise did not smile.

"What's the matter?" Ally asked.

"$7.50," Ally said. 

Ally's smile drooped into a comical frown.

"Not enough?" Ally asked.

"I have to make at least $8.50, remember we calculated?" Denise said.

"Oh, that's right," Ally said. "Well, you did get that job at Joe Bambino's right?"

"Yeah," Denise said. "Unfortunately."

Ally skipped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"So what's the matter with Joe's? Don't you get to wear the cute uniforms?"

"The uniforms look like stripper outfits!" Denise said. "Look at them!"

Denise opened her handbag and pulled out the official uniform that Jake had given her at the end of the interview. The uniform consisted of a black low-cut halter-top that was tied to a frilled miniskirt. The outfit left a bare mid-rift, and included a black hair tie with the words "Joe Bambino's" written in gold cursive across the front. The outfit also included two pairs of black thong panties to be worn underneath.

Ally sucked on a Popsicle and looked at the outfit.

"It's cute!" she said.

"You think everything's cute," Denise said.

"Put it on! I bet you'll look gorgeous!" Ally said.

Denise rolled her eyes. After picking it up, Denise took the uniform into her bathroom and slipped in on. It fit right, but as intended, it left her very uncovered.

"Denise!" Ally shouted from outside the bathroom door. "Let me see!"

Denise opened the door and stood before Ally.

"Sexy!" Ally said. "I want to wear it!"

"I can't believe you," Denise said. 

She walked across the room. A draft from the window made her skirt fly up, exposing her even more.

"You see that?" Denise said. "They design these outfits to expose us! How am I going to be taken seriously if I do this for a living?"

Ally walked over and gave Denise a hug.

"Come on dear," Ally said. "It's all about attitude."

"The hell it is," Denise said.

"Listen to me," Ally said. "On your first day there, you walk in and tell yourself you'll enjoy this job. If you mean it, you will. Trust me."

Ally rocked Denise back and forth in her arms.

"I'll try," Denise said.

It was a Monday when Denise began her first shift at Joe Bambino's. Denise opened the side door and entered the dimly lit, smoke-filled restaurant. She was already dressed in her uniform, and she hoped to find Jake before any of the diners saw her.

She made her way into the backroom, walking briskly past several patrons who were enjoying their drinks and making passes at the waitresses.

The diners were mostly middle-aged men, many of them truckers, who smoked cigars or cigarettes and while they waited for their drinks.

Old-fashioned paintings of beautiful women wearing lingerie or nothing at all adorned the walls the establishment. A bar sat at one end of the restaurants, and a stage at the other. 

Round tables were arranged about the restaurant.

Denise found a door near the bar that led to the backroom, where she first interviewed with Jake.

In the backroom, two waitresses stood and smoked cigarettes. Denise smiled and said hi.

"Hey," one of the waitresses replied. "Are you Denise?"

"Yes," Denise said.

"Hi, I'm Marissa," the waitress said. "This is Candace. Jake's not here right now, but he told us to get you situated here."

Denise smiled. Marissa seemed to be nice.

After a brief explanation of the job requirements, Denise made her way to the floor. She didn't need much explanation, as she had done this for many years, but Marissa's explanation of how the restaurant worked helped Denise get started. 

Denise came to a table of four semi-formally dressed gentlemen.

"Can I help you?" Denise asked.

The man to her left looked at her.

"You're new here, aren't you?" the man said.

"Yes, I just started today," Denise said.

The man smiled.

"You're a fine-looking woman," the man said. He had a necklace with a silver eagle head on it, and he had a gray bushy beard that hung down to his chest.

"Thank you," Denise said.

My colleagues and I will have a gin and tonic each," the man said. 

"Four gin and tonics," Denise said, not bothering to write it down.

"Thanks baby," the man said.

"You're welcome," Denise said. Denise tuned and walked back to the bar. She heard the men behind her whistling and she walked away.

"Why did I come here?" Denise asked herself.

She passed another table, where she saw Candace serving food to a table of two young men. As she leaned over, a man at the table behind her watched her from behind. 

Due to the shortness of the skirts on the waitresses' uniforms, leaning over caused the waitresses' thong-covered bottoms to be exposed. One of the men behind her lifted Candace's skirt up and admired her uncovered rear.

"Still red from last week, eh Candace?" the man said.

"Thanks to you," Candace said, looking over her shoulder at them man, still holding her skirt above her waist.

The man gave her a smack on the bottom, and Candace winced in discomfort.

"Ow, it's still sore, Rick!" Candace said.

"I know sugar, that's why you like it," the man said.

Candace walked away, rubbing the spot on her bottom where she was smacked.

Denise followed Candace into the kitchen. After ordering the drinks for her table, Denise turned to Candace.

"So you got spanked last Wednesday?" Denise said.

"Yeah, I got picked," Candace said. "Third time in two months. What are the odds?"

"Can't you get Wednesday's off?" Denise asked.

"Everybody's got to work Wednesdays, it's our busiest night," Candace said.

"Great," Denise thought to herself. She read on the posted schedule that she was assigned the following Wednesday, but she was hoping to get them off in the following weeks.

Denise brought the four gin and tonics out to the floor on a round platter, and took them to the table occupied by the four esteemed gentlemen she was serving.

Denise set each beverage in front of the men, as they stole glimpses down the front of Denise's low-cut uniform. Denise served the drinks as fast as she could so she could stand erect, but she only had three drinks on the table before she felt a hand pulling up the back of her skirt.

"Now that's a nice ass," a voice behind her said.

Denise turned around indignantly, nearly dropping the last drink onto the lap of the eagle-necklace man.

"Do you mind?" Denise asked.

The man facing her was in his early thirties, had dark hair and a clean-shaven face.

"You haven't gotten the paddle yet, have you?" the man said.

"No, it's my first day," Denise said.

The man grinned.

"You're working Wednesday, right?" he said.

"I suppose you're thrilled about that?" Denise said unenthusiastically.

"You bet I am," the man said. He looked at Denise's nametag carefully. 

"Well Denise B., I hope I'll be seeing that name tag again soon," the man laughed.

Denise turned around and set the last gin and tonic in front of the eagle necklace man.

"Let me know if you gentlemen need anything else," Denise said, and walked away.

"Jerks," she cursed to herself as she walked back to the kitchen.

Denise's shift ended at 10:30, and she finally made it back to her apartment at 11:00. 

As she walked into her kitchen, she could hear Ally's voice coming from the bedroom.

"Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!" Ally shouted, as a smacking sound came after each number she shouted.

Denise noticed a familiar leather jacket lying over the couch, and recognized it as Ally's boyfriend's.

Denise groaned, knowing this meant she might have to listen to the two of them fooling around all night.

Denise dropped her keys onto the kitchen counter and the counting in the bedroom stopped.

"Oh, sorry baby, Denise is home," Ally said. "Call me tomorrow, and you can give me the rest of my punishment some other time."

"She wants him to punish her?" Denise thought to herself. "That lady is something."

Ally walked into the kitchen, wearing only a t-shirt and panties.

"Hey, how was your shift?" Ally said in her usual bubbly voice.

"Hellerific," Denise said. "Men are pigs. Swines."

"Not if you find the right one," Ally said dreamily. Her boyfriend, Derik, strutted into the room. Derik was a strong, handsome man in his mid-twenties, who worked as a runway model. Derik was only wearing underwear, and made no effort to cover up despite Denise being in the room.

"I'll call you tomorrow, babe," Derik said, and gave Ally a slap on her bottom. Ally giggled.

"Can't wait," Ally said. She wrapped her arms around Derik's neck and slowly kissed his lips. Denise turned away and went into the bathroom and peeled off her skimpy uniform, which was now drenched in her own sweat. After changing into her nightclothes, Denise emerged from the bathroom and found Derik was now dressed and leaving out the front door.

"Bye!" Ally said. " I love you!"

"I love you too!" Derik said, and closed the door behind him.

"He's sweet," Denise said.

"I know," Ally said lovingly. "Guess what?"

"What?" Denise asked.

"We did it!" Ally said.

"You did it?" Denise said. 

"Yes, finally!" Ally said. "I've been waiting for months!"

Denise was confused.

"I thought you two had sex on the second date," Denise said.

"No, I don't mean sex!" Ally said. "Tonight, Derik spanked me!"

"You're excited about that?" Denise asked.

"Yes!" Ally said. "For months I've been trying to tell him how much I wanted it, but I couldn't get the words out. But you helped me!"

"I helped you?"

"Yes!" Ally said. "I told him how you had that spank a waitress day and that got him on the subject. I was finally able to tell him how much I enjoy being spanked, and he went for it!"

"Whatever floats your boat," Denise said.

"You don't understand!" Ally said. "It was so sensual! He took me over his knee and caressed my butt with his hand, and he slowly pulled my panties off. And then, with my bare bottom exposed he smacked me right on the butt!"

Ally smacked her hands together for emphasis.

"And then he made me count off each one! It was so sensual!" Ally said. "I am not going to have sex with him ever again unless he spanks me beforehand like he did tonight!"

"Well," Denise said. "I'm glad my difficult time at work has helped you live your sexual fantasies."

Ally walked over to Denise and put her hands on Denise's arms.

"Sweetie, don't worry about Wednesdays," Ally said. "If your name gets picked, just go along with it."

"Like I have a choice?" Denise said.

"You have a choice about what attitude to have about it," ally said. "You know, there's a chance you might actually enjoy it."

Denise brushed Ally's hand off her.

"I don't think so," Denise said.

Ally smiled at Denise.

"You might be surprised," Ally said.

Denise remembered Ally's words, but that did not make the next day of working at Joe Bambino's much easier. Denise suffered through another eight-hour shift serving drinks and occasional food, listening to lewd comments, and getting her bottom pinched as she made her way between the tables carrying large platters of food and drinks. Denise was finally starting to get used to the regimen of this restaurant when she finally arrived to work for her first Wednesday shift.

She arrived in the early afternoon, and the day started out like any other.

Waitresses were gathered around, and some of them were whispering how they didn't think they should have to get picked this week.

Jake was here today, and he informed Denise that she should offer every table she served a chance to buy tickets for the Spank a Waitress raffle. Denise kept a roll of tickets in her apron, so she could offer them to any diners who were interested.

"Can I interest any of you gentlemen in tickets for the Spank A Waitress raffle?" Denise asked a table of three men in their early thirties.




Spank a Waitress Wednesday



"Spank a waitress? Hell yeah," one of them men said. "How many can we buy?"

"No limit. Tickets are two dollars apiece," Denise said.

"I'll take ten," one of the men said. He handed her a twenty-dollar bill, and Denise tore off ten tickets and gave them to the man. Denise took the tickets with the matching numbers and placed them in a fishbowl that was located near the bar, with a sign on it labeled "Spank a Waitress tickets" on it. 

By four o'clock the bowl was nearly full, but Jake packed them all in with his hand to make room for more.

It was a quarter to eight in the evening when Denise realized she had personally sold over three hundred tickets in the past six hours, and the fishbowl was overflowing. Every table in the restaurant was full, and Jake opened up an outdoor patio that had a view of the stage to fit more customers in.

Denise was on her way back to the bar to pick up another roll of tickets when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Denise turned around to see Marissa.

"Denise, it's time," Marissa said. "You need to put your nametag in the bowl in the kitchen."

Denise's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my God," she thought to herself. "Please don't let it be me. Not this time."

Denise walked into the kitchen and saw another fishbowl, this one full of nametags. She saw Candace take the tag off her uniform and drop in into the bowl.

Denise walked up to the bowl and looked inside. There were about fifteen tags inside, with more to come. Denise unclipped the nametag from her uniform and held it over the fishbowl.

"If I get picked, I hope Ally will be right," Denise said, and she let go of her nametag. 

The nametag plopped into the bowl, hidden among the others. Denise turned around and went back to work.

At eight o'clock, Jake appeared on stage, and the room quieted.

"May I have your attention?" Jake said. "May I have your attention? It is now time for our weekly Spank A Waitress raffle."

The audience cheered, and Jake continued.

"The lucky winner will get the opportunity to give one of our waitresses a paddling on her sweet heinie. The winner will also get too keep our complementary Joe Bambino's paddle!" Jake said.

He held up a wooden paddle, which had the Joe Bambino's logo painted across it, and placed it on a table on front of him.

"Would my lovely helpers please bring forth the fishbowls?" Jake asked.

Marissa and another waitress emerged from the kitchen, carrying the fishbowls. Marissa carried the bowl with the nametags, while the other waitress carried the one with the tickets. Denise quietly took some drink orders while she watched her coworkers carry up the bowls.

The waitresses placed the bowls on the table in front of Jake and stepped off the stage.

"It is time," Jake said. "To select this week's winner. Choosing the winner will be our esteemed waitress, Miss Marissa Lackey!"

The crowd applauded as Marissa stepped onto the stage. She reached into the bowl, fished around for a good ten seconds, and withdrew one ticket. Marissa read the ticket aloud.

"184739," Marissa read into the microphone. "Would the owner of ticket 184739 come to the stage, you are our winner!"

The diners looked at heir tickets, when one diner stood up.

"I've got it! I am the winner!" the diner said. He was a young man in his early thirties, with blonde hair and long sideburns. He walked up to the stage and handed his ticket to Marissa. Marissa examined his ticket and nodded at Jake. Jake handed the man the Joe Bambino's paddle.

"Congratulations sir," Jake said. "What is your name?"

"Mike Waters," the man said,

"Well Mike, you've won our complementary paddle," Jake said. "But more than that, you win the opportunity to use it. Go ahead and pick your girl."

Jake slid the bowl with the nametags towards Mike, and Mike stuck his hand in the bowl and fished around. Denise's heart raced and she walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the drink orders.

Mike read the nametag aloud.

"Candace Levine," Mike said.

"Candace!" Jake said. "Our lucky girl is chosen yet again. Candace, would you please come to the stage?"

Denise breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the kitchen, and saw Candace standing there absolutely enraged.

"I got picked again? What the hell is this?" Candace screamed to herself. "I'm telling Jake this is complete crap."

Candace walked up to the stage and the crowd applauded as she ascended the steps up towards Jake.

"Congratulations Candace," Jake said. "You're getting the paddle once again."

Candace did not have a microphone, so Denise could not hear what Candace was saying to Jake. She did not look happy. Candace and Jake argued for a few minutes before Jake took up the microphone again.

"I'm sorry, folks, but we need to do a redraw," Jake said. 

The audience booed.

"I know, I know, we all love Candace, but she's right. She just got chosen last week and she's still little sore," Jake said. "Mike, you go ahead and choose another girl."

Mike reluctantly reached into the fishbowl as Denise emerged from the kitchen, carrying drink orders towards her table.

Mike removed a nametag, and looked at it. It was blank.

"What's this?" Mike asked. Jake looked at the tag.

"Sorry Mike, a blank one must have gotten in there," Jake said. "Go ahead and choose again."

Mike reached into the bowl a third time and drew out another tag. Denise set the drinks onto her table and braced herself.

"Denise B.," Mike said.

Denise's heart sank. The men at her table knew her already, and they looked at her and smiled. Denise didn't know what to do but smile nervously back at them.

"Miss Byers!" Jake said. "Would Miss Denise Byers please come to the stage?"

Denise backed away from her table. She knew Jake couldn't see her in the dark crowded restaurant. She looked to the door.

"I could run for it," Denise said to herself. "I could make it to the door and never come back."

Denise slowly tuned around, and walked inconspicuously towards the exit.

"Denise Byers?" Jake repeated. "Would Denise Byers come to the stage, you are our winner."

Denise walked towards the exit, only to have someone block her path.

"Marissa!" Denise said.

Marissa stood between Denise and the door.

"Denise, what are you doing?" Marissa asked. "Go up to the stage!"

Denise froze.

"I don't want to, Denise said.

"It's okay; everybody gets nervous," Marissa said. "Come on, I'll walk you there."

"No!" Denise said, pushing her way to the door. "I don't want to do it!"

"Denise Byers, where are you?" Jake said.

"She's here, Jake!" Marissa shouted, waving her hand to get Jake's attention.

"Denise! There you are!" Jake said, looking right at Denise. "Please come to the stage."

Denise didn't know what to do. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at her. Denise couldn't leave, but didn't want to stay. Marissa put her arm around Denise and began to walk her up to the stage.

"Don't mind her folks," Jake said. "Denise is a little shy, but she'll warm up to all of us in a few minutes."

The audience chuckled as Marissa led Denise up to the stage.

"I don't want to!" Denise whispered. 

"It's okay!" Marissa said. "I've been spanked twice in the past year; it's not a big deal. It hurts a little, but you'll be fine."

Denise walked up the steps and stood on the stage.

"Let's all give Denise a big hand!" Jake said.

The audience applauded, and Denise turned to face Mike, who had the paddle in his hands and Denise in his sights.

"Denise, I'd like you to meet Mike Waters," Jake said.

"Pleased to meet you, Mike," Denise said.

Denise and Mike shook hands, and then dropped their hands idly to their sides.

"All right, Denise, all we need is for you to bend over this table, and we can get this spanking underway," Jake said.

Denise walked over to the table, and bent all the way over, placing her arms out in from of her.

"No, no, Denise," Jake said. "You need to turn so you are facing away from the audience. Let them see your backside."

Denise couldn't believe he was saying this. Denise had her side facing the audience, but she got up and moved so she was faced way from the audience. The people on the patio had a clear view as well.

"Good," Jake said. "Would you please raise your skirt?"

Denise didn't have a choice. She found her self reaching around, and lifting her skirt all the way up and exposing her thong-covered bottom to the entire room.

"Let's tuck that away so it doesn't fall back down," Jake said, as he tucked Denise's skirt into her apron string, preventing it from falling back down.

"Okay Mike, she's all yours," Jake said. "Swing away."

Mike did not need to be told twice. He raised the paddle high in the hair, and brought it down against Denise's exposed bottom.

SMACK! The sound of the paddle striking Denise's bare flesh shook the room. The audience cheered while Denise cringed.

"Did that just happen?" Denise asked herself. The force of the paddle left her in a state of shock. 

Mike swung the paddle again, and smacked Denise's buttocks a second time.

SMACK! The second stroke confirmed Denise's worst fears. This was not a dream; she would not wake up from this. She was actually being spanked in front of a room full of people.

This realization made Denise suddenly feel very self-conscious and exposed. She wanted to cover herself, both to protect her bottom from another stroke of the paddle as well as from the watchful stares of hundreds of people.

SMACK! Denise cringed. This was both painful and humiliating. When would it end? How many strokes would she receive?

SMACK! Marissa and Candace watched from the floor. 

"She's reddening already," Marissa said. "You can tell it's her first time."

"Better her than me," Candace said. Candace wasn't even watching the action; she continued to take orders from customers while they kept their eyes focused on the stage.

SMACK! Denise clutched the table, but the pain sunk in anyway. She needed a way to escape this. She needed a way to have this whole situation disappear.

SMACK! There was no way out. Denise was stuck here, stuck on this stage, bent over, getting her backside paddled by this man she has never met before. Denise kept her legs straight, and her whole body was tense. The muscled in her bottom were tighter than they had ever been in her life, as she tried to subdue the pain.

SMACK! Tensing up only made it worse. Denise's bottom was bright red, and she knew that unless she relaxed, the pain would drive her crazy.

The crowd was hooting and hollering, absolutely loving every second of it.

"Take off her panties!" Denise heard a man in the audience shout.

"Oh God," Denise thought. "Don't make me take my panties off. Please, let me keep my panties o-"

SMACK! The stroke of the paddle cut Denise's thought short.

Denise clutched the table with her hands. She could not believe this was happening. Denise closed her eyes, and blocked out everything. Everything but the painful burning of her bottom.

"If I can just hold still like this," Denise thought, "and block out everything, I can last until this whole thing is over."

Denise froze completely still, and she was able to block out the cheers and shouting from the excited audience. She almost would have blocked out the pain as well if not for one cry that got her attention.

"Pull off her panties!" she heard someone shout again. The rest of the audience cheered in agreement.

Jake took the microphone.

"I'm sensing a consensus here," Jake said. "Do we want Miss Byers to lose her panties?"

The crowd cheered with excitement.

"You heard them Mike," Jake said. "Go ahead and pull them off."

"No," Denise cringed. "I can't believe this."

Mike set his paddle aside, and grabbed the waistband of Denise's panties. Denise squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to dissuade him from pulling them off. Sensing her resistance, Mike gave Denise a hard pinch on her buttocks.

"Come on babe, let 'em go," Mike said.

The pinch hurt, almost as much as the paddle. Denise realized there was no fighting this, and she relaxed her muscles. Mike pulled the waistband towards himself and easily slid Denise's panties down to her ankles. The crowd cheered when they saw Denise's completely naked bottom.

"There you go folks," Jake said. "Mike, take it away. You got twelve more to go."

"Twelve more?" Denise thought. "I'll never make it."

Mike looked at Denise's bare bottom and smiled. He was enjoying this, and was in no hurry to finish. He raised the paddle high in the air, and took another swing.

SMACK! Without the benefit of panties, Denise felt the sting of the paddle much more distinctly against her exposed buttocks. Mike swung again.

SMACK! 

Denise was trembling. Everything about the situation made her uncomfortable. The pain, the humiliation, and even the fact that the other waitresses showed no signs of sympathy.

SMACK!

Each stroke felt worse than the last, and she could feel the blistering on her bottom begin to set it. A gush of air from the kitchen door opening and closing gave Denise a feeling of much needed relief as the draft soothed the burning in her buttocks.

SMACK!

Mike spanked Denise again and again, and Denise was certain she had gotten the twelve strokes that were promised.

"Last one, Mike," Jake said. Denise breathed a sigh of relief. "Make this one count."

Mike wound the paddle and swung as hard as he could.

SMACK!

The sound ricoched off the walls and the force reverberated throughout Denise's body.

"Well done, Mike!" Jake said. "Take a look at that derriere. That's what I call red!"

Denise's bottom was as red as the evening sun, and it stung worse than a sunburn. Denise struggled to bring herself to her feet.

"Give her a hand folks," Jake said. "She took all twenty and she's still looking fine."

Denise rose to her feet and faced the audience. Everyone cheered, and Denise realized with her skirt folded up and her panties still around her ankles, she was completely exposed from the waist down. Denise stooped down and pulled up her panties, and groaned and she pulled them back over her sore bottom. She then untucked her skirt and let it cover her once again.

"Denise, I want to thank you for being such a good sport about this all," Jake said.

Denise forced a smile, and Jake wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. Denise awkwardly accepted. Jake turned back to Mike.

"Mike, once again, congratulations."

Mike's friend howled as he walked back to his table smiling, holding his prized paddle. He passed it around the table for everyone to admire.

Denise didn't make eye contact with anyone. She stepped off headed straight for the kitchen, rubbing her bottom the entire way.

"You know you're allowed to go home early if you've been spanked," Marissa said as Denise walked by.

"I didn't know that," Denise said.

"Well, go home, get some rest."

Denise didn't look back. 

Despite her humiliating experience, Denise Byers continued to waitress at Joe Bambino's for another year. She was selected for a spanking on numerous occasions over that time, and she accepted each one with grace. Before long, Spank a Waitress Wednesday became a media sensation, and Joe Bambino's was put on the map. Several other restaurants in the chain adopted the event, and soon it went nationwide.

Denise eventually got a job at a law firm. Despite enjoying her new job much more, her experiences at Joe Bambino's were the ones Denise Byers never forgot. Denise's roommate, Ally, eventually applied for, and got a job at Joe Bambino's. After she broke up with Derik, Joe Bambino's was Ally's only source for the spankings she sorely needed.

The End



Spank & Cum



Michael and I are in to some kinky shit. My name is Tammy and I have long red hair and nice tits with cute little nips, but my best feature is my round, tight ass. I love being spanked, I love to feel the initial sting and then the slight jiggle of my cute little butt all the way up my spine. It's like a good hard spanking connects all my sexual points, my nipples get hard like little pencil erasers, my pussy juice starts dripping down my inner thighs, and my cute little asshole quivers.

Spankings and pink ass cheeks along with a big cock used to get me off, but we wanted to try something a little different. I told Michael to think of something clever, and surprise me.

The next night Michael told me not say anything, just to listen and do what he said. I was totally in the dark and I was getting aroused just thinking about what might be in store for me. My lips got all warm and flush. 

"Listen Tammy, this might seem strange at first, but just try it, I think you'll like it. If you don't like it we'll never do it again."

"What exactly did you have plann..."

"I told you not to talk Tammy, now take off your blouse and that sexy little skirt and bend over the bed."

I did as I was told, I was really curious now, and my heart was beating faster partly out of nervousness and partly out of lust. 

In this position, almost fully exposed to him, I began to take off my yellow see through panties. 

"Did I tell you to do that?" he stopped me. I knew not to talk, this was a fun little game. He removed a blindfold from his pocket and put it on me. 

"Spread your legs as wide as you can."

I did as I was told and immediately felt a piece of string or something around my right ankle. And then my left ankle. He was tying me to the bed! And it was a queen bed, so the posts were quite far apart, making me spread my legs so wide that I could feel my inner thighs being stretched hard. My pussy was swollen and wide open, totally exposed. I could feel the cool air from the AC vent on my hot pussy and asshole. One drop of juice fell from my pussy onto the floor. What I didn't know was that he had placed a cup right under my pussy to catch all the pussy cum. He tied my arms to the front bed posts, so I was bent all the way over, my tits and face pushed into the mattress. I could have cum right then from being this exposed and not being able to do anything about it even if I wanted to. 

"I'm sitting in a chair right behind you. Your pussy lips are quite red and swollen and you're dripping. Are you coming already? I'm going to spank you now, but you may not cum no matter how much you want to, or you will have to do something very naughty."

I heard the chair slide backwards and he got up. 

Smack! He used his entire hand on my ass cheek right on the fleshiest part...smack! I was in a blissful state of ecstasy after about 10 hard slaps. He would pull my ass apart and slide his finger past my pussy just to tease me. I needed to fucking cum, I wanted to squirt all over the floor right then and relieve this tension in my aching pussy. But I was not allowed. 

Suddenly the door opened with a creak. 

"Who's there?" I said...

"Don't talk! I already told you not to..."

"You don't know us, we know Michael from the office and he said we should stop by...and you are every bit as hot as he said you are. Our names are Lindsay and Meagan."

My heart stopped. And then pounded harder. What the fuck? He brought in two girls while my ass was up in the air all pink and my pussy was dripping all over the floor? 

"Let me out of these restraints." I said very nervously.

Michael took off my blindfold.

"That's all you get though, the strings will stay on for now. And if you talk again there will be consequences. I don't believe you've been properly introduced to Lindsay and Meagan. Look behind you."

There were two incredibly hot girls with giant tits and candy glossed lips, completely naked, rubbing each other. I had no idea who these people were. But I did not dare talk again, he would do something for sure this time if I did.

Lindsay sat on the bed and spread her legs in front of me, revealing a glistening, beautiful pussy. I had tasted pussy before in college, but only once. I wasn't too sure about all this, but I didn't really have a choice. 

"Lick it...go on...give it a lick. You'll like it."

I became very flush and embarrassed about seeing her like this. Cautiously I stuck out my tongue and placed it on her pussy. Just as I was about to lick upwards, I felt something warm on my asshole. Meagan was licking my back door! She playfully bit my ass and giggled and continued stimulating me anally. It was weird, but I was so hot I just wanted to cum. I couldn't care right now. I dove into Lindsay's slippery pussy with my tongue. I could feel the warm, almost salty pussy lips on both sides of my tongue as I stuck my tongue in half way, then all the way inside her. 

"UNNNnnnh..." she moaned as I wiggled it around slowly inside her little cunt. If I couldn't cum I wasn't going to let her either. I licked slowly but surely, little circles around her clit. My asshole was quivering and my pussy felt like it was going to spray sticky, hot cum all over her face. If she would have licked my pussy just once...I couldn't handle her going at my ass like that, spreading my cheeks with her hands, her tongue fully extended flickin up and down my hole. I plunged my tongue into Lindsay's pussy with full force. Her pussy lips were wrapped around my tongue and my lips were sucking them into my mouth. I sucked and licked her until I thought she was going to cum in my mouth, then slowed down until she couldn't stand it anymore and would beg for me to make her cum. 

“I think she needs an ass fucking!” giggled Lindsay.

I felt the prodding on my asshole stop, only to feel Michaels cock pressing into my little ass opening. Oh shit, this was going to hurt a little. I love to be fucked in the ass but it hurts at first. He slowly stuck it in, pressing past my sphincter all the way inside. My asshole stretched to accommodate his thick cock.

"Mmmmmmmmmph!" I let out a moan as he pressed into me. I was about to cum. I just wanted him to touch my pussy, even just rub it with his leg, and I would have exploded. On the first thrust of his dick inside my butt, Meagan vigorously pressed her tongue and lips into my pussy. 

"You are not allowed to cum yet," Michael said. But it was too late. I couldn't take her tongue in my slit, and I began to buck back and forth moaning loudly, not caring anymore about the stupid consequences. I began to cum inside of her mouth, and suddenly she stopped slurping and used three fingers, rubbing hard and fast, to stimulate me. I was still cumming and began to squirt hard...thick, creamy pussy cum..."uunnh uumph! ummmph!" I felt her press something hard against both sides of my pussy, wait a minute, it was a glass! I couldn't stop cumming...bucking my hips back and forth on her fingers. Michael was thrusting in my butt harder than he ever had before, aroused and about to explode inside me. My ass was sore and stretched, but it felt spectacular. I was still cumming so hard…”OOOHHhhhhhh!” “UUUuuhhhh!” I came and came until all my juice had flowed out of my cunt, my tension being relieved. Michael felt me cumming and exploded inside my ass on the first spurt. The second spurt, however, he made to the already half full glass. His sticky white goo floated on top of my cum in this clear glass. How disgusting! 

I knew what was next...that bastard. When I refused to drink it he stuck his dick back in my sore ass and said if I didn't he would fuck my ass until he came again, which wouldn't be for a while. It hurt so badly...I had no choice. 

I looked at it, smelled it, raised it to my lips...the thought of drinking my own cum and his cum combined disgusted me...and there was so much of it! I thought I was going to gag. I tipped my head back and got the first bit in my mouth...Michael rubbed my pussy softly. It was not that bad, tasted like pussy. I felt it slide down my throat, all warm and sticky. Michael's finger in pussy made it easier to drink, if you're hot and stimulated pussy juice tastes great. Still I couldn't believe I was drinking this. Meagan took the glass from my hand and told Lindsay to lie down on the bed. She took a sip, twirled her hair playfully, smiling, and spit it into Lindsay's mouth. Lindsay swallowed, and told Meagan it was her turn now. She told Meagan to bend over. Lindsay grabbed to little funnels and hoses, and stuck one in Meagan’s ass, and one in Meagan’s pussy. Meagan looked and Lindsay and said “oh you dirty girl!!!” They smiled at each other as Meagan played with her nipples. Lindsay poured the remainder of the cum filled glass, about a quarter of a cup, into each of the funnels, slowly, while massaging Meagan’s pussy.

"It feels disgusting inside me, it got cold. It’s cold inside my ass and cunt…" 

"Don't worry, I'll help you get it out." 

She slurped on her pussy until the cum came out into her mouth. Meagan’s pussy contracted and she came, gushing her own cum into Lindsay’s mouth. Lindsay looked very satisfied at having sucked the cum out of her pussy. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Meagan.

"Fuck you I'm not doing that."

"Aww c'mon sweetie..." Meagan rubbed Lindsay's pussy and nips.

Reluctantly, with Meagan spread eagle and standing up, Lindsay spread Meagan's ass wide open and stuck her tongue in her butt. She sucked, I could hear the slurping sound. I saw the cum dribble out of her ass into Lindsay's mouth. She swallowed disgusted, but turned on. 

Michael was still rubbing my pussy and watching those two drink cum from pussy, ass, and cock, turned me on. I had another little orgasm, I didn't explode this time, but I gently pumped a steady stream of cum into Michael's eager mouth. He swallowed it happily.

We had all drank cum, and it had been a disgusting cum filled night. I have never done that again...I just like to be spanked. But it was fun once.



Spank Me



"Spank me" I said with a glint in my eye and an impish smile playing across my lips. You look up at me and sigh, clearly exasperated by my antics then turn back to your work. "you're interrupting me pet. I advice you not to test me."

I walk up behind you at your desk and place my hands on your shoulders, gently kneading the taut muscles I can feel bunching at your neck. A sure sign of your mood. Yet.......That need, that uncontrollable need to push you never leaves me. Knowing how dangerous a game I play, knowing how much I risk losing should I push you too far one day, does nothing to quench my desire to be over your knee, feeling the burn of your hand. Perhaps one day I'll won't have this hunger anymore. But not today.

I lean over and whisper in your ear..."spank me" again. I feel your shoulders tense even more, if that is possible, and I still my hands.

"Pet", your voice is low, barely controlled..I should be scared, but I"m not. I'm aroused. "I have work to do here, I won't tell you again. Now leave me an I'll deal with you later." A final warning. If I persist, I know you will be very angry. How angry though? There are two ways for this to go. You could either give in, and vent your anger on my ass or you could banish me from your office, ignoring me for God knows how long afterwards. A fate far worse. Do I risk that?

"spank me." Decision being made, I voice my request one more time into the all too silent room. Your head slowly comes up. Nothing. You don't move, or speak. Complete silence. I'm starting to regret my childish behavior. You do need to work. I'm being totally selfish. Shame, and guilt wash over me. You have always been loving, caring and attentive to me. And now, I pay you back by disrespecting your wishes..I start to back away but before I could take a step, you stand up so abruptly your chair is pushed backwards, throwing me off balance making me scramble to keep my feet beneath me and with one wide swoop of your arm you swipe everything from your desk. Papers flutter about, the lamp crashes to the floor, pencils, books, calculators, everything is sprawled about the floor leaving the room in a post hurricane state. Then you turn to look at me.

I gulp, breathing heavy. My hand instinctively going to my throat. Your eyes are burning a hole through me, your nostrils are slightly flaring in your angry state as you attempt to control your breathing, your racing heart, your mounting rage.

"Pet" I think I heard you call me. I'm not sure. The sound was so low, almost inaudible. Or perhaps the tempo of my own petrified heart is so loud I didn't hear you...It doesn't matter though for in the next instance, you reach out and grasp my wrist..... "No"... I croak out over barely repressed tears. And I start to pull back in true fear. But you are much stronger. You drag me to you, slamming me up against your chest. I can feel your breath on my cheek, feel your heart thumping against my breast. You hold me there, trapped for what seems like eternity. Finally you speak. 

"Say it again." you command. I shake my head vehemently. I can't, I won't. Your grip on me grows tighter. Almost painful as you pull me closer to you as if that were possible. "Say it again." you repeat in that same emotionless tone. I start to shake. I've never seen you this angry. "Please" I whisper..."Please I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

"You didn't mean to what?" you cut me off. "You didn't mean to push me?" Then you chuckle. How you can find humor in this is beyond me. "No, my sweet little liar. You most certainly did mean to push me. And you've succeeded." You lower your mouth to my neck and gently nipped at the curve of my throat. I close my eyes at the sensation. You are confusing me. You are angry, very angry with me, yet you show me this small token of affection. Suddenly, you leave my throat, lift your lips to mines and brutally ravishes my mouth with your tongue. I whimper and fall into you, unable to hold my own weight as your tongue rapes the inside of my mouth over and over again. This is not a kiss of love or passion, it a kiss of possession by force. You are taking me, leaving no doubt as to who is Master. And you are doing it methodically. It is cold, and calculating and I shiver at it's implications. 

Finally you release my mouth and I cry out. Tears freely flowing down my cheeks. Your cold treatment of me tears at my heart.....Then just as brutally as you took my mouth, you very gently run a finger down the side of my face, catching a tear and bringing it to your lips to tastes......"sweet" you murmur.

I've never seen you like this before. This is a side of you that is foreign to me, yet, familiar. Strange, but always I instinctively felt your darker side. Now I am seeing it first hand. Before I could think further on this, you spin me around and push me over your desk. You are not gentle about it either. I feel the edge of your desk cut painfully into my lower stomach. I feel you press your hand to small of my back, the cold hardness of your mahogany polished desk is oddly comforting pressed against my cheek. I dare not move.

"Say it again." you say for the third time. I relent......"spank me" my voice quivers.

"Louder" You insist......I swallow hard, my body pressed against your desk gives an involuntary shudder..."Spank me." I repeat, my voice a little stronger. You remove your hand from my back, but I dare not move.

"Good" you say. Then I hear it. The sound of your belt being unbuckled. The low swooshing sound as you pull it through your pant hoops sends fear racing through my veins. You've never spanked me with a belt. Always your hand. 

"Now my sweet, you shall get what you asked for." You say from behind me. Desperately I want to turn my head to see your face. Gauge your expression, but fear keeps me still.

"you have two choices in this matter" I hear you say from my right. "you can either remain perfectly still, and take your spanking, the one you relentlessly begged me for, or you can move, and lose my trust" The implication was clear. To lose your trust, would be to lose your love. This is a test. A test I asked for. A test I can only hope to pass. With the last bit of bravado I possess, I answer......."spank me" The room stills, minutes pass, finally I hear you say...."Good girl". The next thing I hear is the sound of your footsteps leaving the room. God I can't take it! What are you doing? How long will you leave me here? Will you really spank me with the belt? The not knowing is worse than any previous punishment I've received from you. After what seems like an eternity, I hear you re-enter the room. 

Suddenly I feel your hands on my thighs under my skirt, lifting it up and over my back. Then I feel your fingers dip into the waist band of my panties and pull them down around my knees. Next I feel you slide your hand under my stomach, lifting me from your desk as you place a small pillow beneath me, before settling me back over your desk. I'm grateful for the cushion. I am also, it would appear, ready for my spanking. There is something so erotic about the feel of cool air over your bare ass and I can't help but become aroused even though I know this spanking will be like non other.

"Now pet, remember. You are not to move. Understood?" I take a deep breath, bracing myself. "Yes Sir, I understand" I say. "To make sure pet, say it again" God he was torturing me! "spank me" I say, then add, "please"

I heard it before I felt it. A strange sound, one I'm sure I'll never get used to. That deafening "WHOOSH" as the belt slices through the air. Then the first blow lands, dead center across my ass. "WHACK"! I can't help but cry out. The pain slices through me. The tip of your belt reached around to the side of my hip and struck it before it was pulled back from its mark. Before I could regain my breath the second blow lands, this time off to the left of my ass. "WHACK!" again a searing pain, followed by a burning sensation spreads across my ass. I pull my hands up and grasp the desk for support. I won't move, I chant to myself, I won't move, I won't move...

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three mind boggling blows land. I have no idea where they are landing at this point, my whole ass is on fire. The burning sensation is moving down my legs, around to my stomach, and yes, even to my sex. I can feel it burning, deep, and everywhere.

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" You continue. I'm babbling now, tears streaming down my face, incoherent pleas escaping my lips, and still, I hold on, not moving. The pain, the oh so excruciating pain fills me like nothing I've ever felt before. The pain is owning me. It's taking command of me. I submit to it, for I have no choice really, and it becomes my Master.

"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" Mindlessly, I wonder how I can endure this. I drift into a state where the pain no longer matters, the possession, the total surrender, is my center. The burn is there, the pain is there, but dominating it all, is the feeling of complete surrender. And somehow, this makes me euphoric. I don't know how many blows with the belt I receive. Somewhere from the recesses of my mind I realize the spanking has stopped. I hear your voice, as though it is coming through a tunnel, whispering words of comfort to me, and approval. Joy fills my heart at your words of praise.

I start to get feeling back into my ass, I didn't realize it was numb until the pain came rushing back with a vengeance as you rub some kind of ointment on me......"Shhh......baby...." I hear you murmur. "it's all over now. you made me proud" You say and I melt. Your hands feel so good now, easing the pain, yet creating another one One that I would not think possible in this situation. But then again, you never cease to surprise me. Your hands are working magic on me. Soothing the fire in my ass, while starting one in pussy. I arch my ass towards you and purr seductively. "Yes" you rasp and chuckle.."That's my girl" You continue to work your magic on me with your hands, soothing, and arousing. Such a strange wonderful feeling. Taking one hand, you cup my sex, while you run the fingers of your other hand up the crack of my ass, now slick with the oil you've been applying to the abused area. "ohhhhhhhh,,,,,,," I moan out loud. You laugh..."easy girl, we have to take this easy." you scold. I start to grind my pussy against your hand and you slip a finger into my vagina feeling my wetness.."My but you did need a spanking didn't you?" You tease. I smile into your desk.

Then you slip a finger into my ass. "Arrrrhhhhhhhhhhgggghhhhhh!" I groan. The feeling is so incredible. You find a rhythm as you finger fuck my vagina and ass at the same time. "That's it baby, let go......" you urge me on. I feel it build, the sweet exquisite pressure. It's taking control of me and I start humping your hands like a wild woman. A wanton woman.. I can't hold on, "Please,,," I beg, "Please......" "What? Tell me.." You command, your voice sounds rough, evidence of your arousal. "Please fuck me." I answer. I hear you breathing heavy, I feel your breath on the back of my neck. "Where" you ask and the mere question almost sends me over the edge. 

"In my ass" I say. lost in desire, lost in lust. "Yes, take me, make me yours" I plead. "Whose ass?" you ask, ever so demanding. even now, when I know your lust must be upon you, you demand more of me. You demand total submission first. "Your ass." I answer honestly. With that admission, you remove your fingers, leaving me feeling painfully empty and pull your pants down. With one swift stroke, you enter my well oiled ass......"oooooooooohhhh!" I scream out at the intrusion. As ready as I was for you, your swift, deep entry took my breath away.....again I grabbed the edge of your desk for support and sucked my breath in. 

"Mine" You growl before you begin to claim what is yours in the ultimate way. Over and over you bury yourself fully in me, pulling out only after feeling you can't go any deeper only to rebury yourself into me. The small pillow, still cushioning my stomach, first from the assault of your belt, now from the assault of your cock is quickly becoming drenched with my juice. The harder you pound into me, the more aroused I become. Then, just when I think I can't stand it any more, you reach under me, and rub my clit. 

"Cum" you command, and I do. An orgasm more powerful than anything I've ever experienced before rips through my body and I cry out with it's force, shaking uncontrollably. On and on, it seems to last forever. And through it all, I feel you ravishing my ass, over and over until finally, you still, grab my hips, pull my ass as tight as you can against you and yell out your release. Spent, I feel the pulsing of your cock in my ass as you release your sperm into me. 

Sweat covers my body. Minutes pass where nothing could be heard but our combined breathing. Soreness and complete utter satisfaction fills my body and soul.

You pull yourself from me and lift me from your desk, turning me around to face you. Gently you kiss my lips and wipe the sweat from my brow.

"I'll go run a bath for you. You'll be sore for a few days" you say. I lean against you loving the feel of you. "I know" I say, and smile into your chest.

"You made me proud" you whispered into my hair, your voice choked, filled with pride. "I know" I say impishly. You laugh in my hair and pat my ass gently.. "Ouch that hurts!" I protest. My ass surely would be sore for days.

"You know pet, I just love hearing you say those words" You tease.

"What, that hurts?" I ask 

"No" you say, "spank me"



Spank Me!



Dear Reader. This entry in the Summer Lovin' contest was written as a satire, inspired by recent news events revealing certain high profile "family values" Christian conservatives to be closet sex perverts. If you are offended by such subject matter, please don't read this story. Thank you for stopping by.

*

It was a week after the funeral, but Heather was still wearing black at the insistence of her dad, Father Petri. The death of Heather's mom was devastating, but car wrecks are like that, and Heather had already gotten past the crippling grief that still had Father Petri mired in misery. 

Heather always did have an astounding ability to endure, whether it was the tempestuous relationship between her dead mother and Father Petri, or the spankings he had been administering since she was a child. Stiff upper lip was Heather's coping mechanism, and she was good at it.

Father Petri, on the other hand, was a bit of a lost cause. He was weak when it came to women. All through his first marriage it was a struggle to keep his eyes on the Lord rather than the busts of the women of his congregation. Shortly after his first wife died, he ran across the future Mrs. Petri number two at a homeless shelter. Recognizing her potential as a breeding partner (his first wife had failed at this activity) and mindful of the cost of tattoo removal and the fact that he could get the church to pay for it, he cleaned her up, bought her some hot outfits, and started a family with her.

Since the funeral, Father Petri had taken to the wine, an activity that had been forbidden during Heather's Mom's tenure in the household. Even Father Petri knew if a young woman had a propensity for alcohol abuse, keeping the bottle out of reach was a much more effective deterrent than relying on willpower or the benevolence of the Savior. Unfortunately, it was now Father Petri who needed a higher power to temper his alcoholic intake, and that higher power was conspicuously absent.

"Heather!" he bellowed, pushing himself back from the dinner table, "see what you did?" 

Heather knew perfectly well what she had done: nothing. It was Father Petri who had knocked over the vase of chrysanthemums, something that happened fairly frequently when he was in an animated conversation with himself railing at the immorality of the "damned liberals" and waving his arms around

"I'm sorry," she said, hanging her head.

"Shut up! In my study. Now!" 

She watched him stagger across the hall and into his dark, musty study. Then she waited, giving him a moment to take off his jacket, roll his padded chair out from behind the desk, and prepare himself for the task at hand. Father Petri was a man of habit, and Heather knew how important it was to not interrupt the precision of his routines -- especially his spanking routine.

She entered his study and found him sitting with his left leg crossed over his right, waiting for the weight of her tummy to settle there. She stood before him, said the obligatory "forgive me Father for I have sinned," and proceeded to bend over his knee. Once she was settled onto his leg, he jerked her hip up tight against his groin and let his fingers settle softly on her backside. She waited. And waited. Finally, his deep voice rumbled through the study like God Himself.

"You know what this spanking is for, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied, afraid to look at him, "it's because of the chrysanthemums."

"No it is not!" he said emphatically. "It's because of these!" As he said it, he jerked her black formal dress up to her waist. "Did I give you permission to wear pantyhose? You're not old enough to wear pantyhose!"

"But... I'm eighteen, Father."

"Don't disrespect me, young lady," he snarled, giving her a swift swat on the rump. "Take those infernal things off this instant." 

"Yes Father," she sighed, hoping not to rile him up further. She tried to shimmy the pantyhose down her hips, but it was a struggle with his leg in the way. By the time she had inched them down past her butt, she could tell her panties had inched lower too -- quite a bit lower -- but it was too late to do anything about that. 

"You're useless,!" he snorted, grabbing at the mess of panties and pantyhose and ripping them clear down to her knees. "I'll teach you, you little pantyhose-wearing slut."

Heather froze, caught in a rush of adrenaline. Father Petri had never pulled her panties down before. Could this really be happening, or was it just a bad dream? As the sound of the first smack echoed off the walls of the study, she realized it was indeed not a dream. 

She waited the split second for the pain response, but this time, it felt different. Perhaps because of the adrenaline, or the embarrassment of baring her bottom, the swat didn't sting so much as send a surge of energy coursing through her pelvis, giving her a feeling like she had to pee. She let out a startled sob.

"Two," father Petri announced, landing a solid blow to the other cheek. This one was just like the last one, except the pee sensation lasted longer and was more intense.

"Three." As the blow landed, she let out a quiet squeal, not because it hurt, but because she was trying so hard to not let the pee escape from her bladder. While waiting for the fourth swat it occurred to her that she had just peed ten minutes ago. This eased her mind somewhat, but it didn't make the urge go away.

"Four." This time, she tried to relax and absorb the blow, rather than tensing up and deflecting it. Perhaps because of this, Father Petri's hand remained buried in the softness of her peachy bottom, his fingers digging into her flesh, and down between her legs. This only made the pee sensation last even longer, and an involuntary quiver shook her hips.

"Five!" Her pitiful warble caught in her throat like it does after a fit of crying, and her pelvis felt like it was going to explode. At this point, she didn't care if she did accidentally pee herself. She just wanted to let it out.

She waited for swat number six. And waited. And waited. She could hear Father Petri's ragged breathing as his hand slithered around her bare butt, pausing here or there to explore a crease or crevice. The tension was unbearable. She wanted him to finish. She needed him to finish so the pent up feeling between her legs would finally be released.

"Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve!" It happened so fast, she was totally unprepared for it. The sensation was like a wave crashing through her body, a tingling rushing wave that made her ache all over. But it was a sweet ache, an ache of pleasure streaming out from between her legs. She heard herself sobbing, she felt her body quivering uncontrollably, she imagined a puddle of her pee soaking into his slacks.

It was then that Father Petri grabbed her hip and jammed it even tighter against his body. She just assumed it was his signal that she was not yet allowed to get up. She waited, the wave of release still rolling through her body, and she noticed the wave seemed to be transferring to Father Petri's body too, creating a similar quivering sensation. 

Suddenly, Father Petri gave her a swift shove, sending her sprawling onto the carpet. She just lay there, helpless, her dress still bunched up under her bust line, her panties and pantyhose still down around her knees. 

"Be gone, you insolent Jezebel" he sputtered, sending his spittle sailing clear over onto her bare hip. She felt it dribble down into her close-cropped bush. "Be gone and pray for Jesus to save your soul!"

She tried to get up, but she was so weak she had to grab the edge of the desk for support. Struggling to her feet, she noticed there was no pee stain on Father Petri's leg, but there was a wet spot in his lap, which she assumed was from the wine.

"Cast your eyes away from me!" he demanded, quickly shuffling a newspaper into his lap. Heather complied, hobbling towards the door. It wasn't till she was out in the hallway that she dared pull her pantyhose back up, and even then, she didn't pull them all the way up. She felt so sensitive down there, so alive and tingly, she didn't want to ruin the feeling by covering it up with her underwear.

As she stumbled up the stairs, stopping every couple of steps to grab the railing while her body shuddered, she came to the conclusion that God had something to do with what had just happened. In her prayers that night she thanked God for helping her through the spanking, and she asked God if it would be okay if she slept with no panties, since she was still tingling down there and she didn't want to ruin it.

*****

After the funeral, the spankings seemed to occur roughly twice a week, depending on what sort of imaginary infraction she had involuntarily committed. The spankings in the middle of the week would usually occur upstairs in her pink bedroom, the spankings on Sunday would take place in his study.

"Heather!" he would say, after his third glass of wine, "do you see the spots on this glass? Your mother never left spots on the wine glasses." 

Heather would hang her head during these humiliating episodes, acting as if she was dreading her punishment, when, in fact, she was now looking forward to it, even relying on it. She had tried -- oh how she had tried to replicate the bare-bottomed spankings in her bedroom, but to no avail. She would pull her panties down and whack her bottom, but nothing would happen. She tried it with a rolled up copy of "The Christian News" -- nothing. She tried it with a ping pong paddle -- nothing. She tried it with a belt -- nothing. It was frustrating that the only time she could get relief was when Father Petri did it.

Sometimes, during a very busy week, Father Petri would be too preoccupied with other matters to find fault with his daughter, and it would throw her into a mild state of depression. She'd sulk around the house, trying to think of something really naughty to do to rouse his ire, but she was not a naughty girl. Heather was a good hearted soul, totally incapable of manipulation. In fact, unbeknownst to her preacher dad, she was probably closer to Jesus than anyone he had ever known, but this is something he would have to learn over time.

When the spankings finally did occur, she much preferred them to take place in her upstairs bedroom. The main reason was the height of the bed. It was low enough so that rather than dangle over his knee, she could fold herself over his leg and rest her elbows on the floor, which made it much more comfortable. She'd known this all along, but by a simple twist of fate, the floor became a key ingredient in enhancing the pleasure she now depended upon. 

It was a hot Wednesday evening, but her nightie was in the laundry, so she was wearing a baggy T-shirt instead. Father Petri marched into her bedroom, sat down on the bed, pulled her panties off, but when she assumed the position over his leg, her loose T-shirt slithered all the way up to her armpits, allowing her bare breasts to dangle free, her stiff nipples just barely grazing the rug.

With every swat of his hand on her bare bottom, her body lurched forward and the tickling of her nipples rubbing the carpet seemed to travel straight down to the place between her legs, that place from which the unimaginable pleasure radiated from. Then, when he was through with her, and he sent her sprawling to the floor, and she instinctively covered her breasts with her hands, she discovered that smashing her nipples prolonged the release. She further discovered that after Father Petri had left the room, if she pinched her nipples in a certain steady rhythm, the sweet ache of release would start up again in earnest.

Curious about where this feeling of release was coming from, she sent her fingers exploring down there one night, and discovered a certain small area, a little bump, if you will, that seemed to act like a switch. If she worked the switch correctly, she could prolong the aching feeling of release, turning a two minute encounter into a twenty minute orgy of pleasure. Unfortunately, through extensive trial and error, she learned this little switch only worked after a spanking, which made Father Petri's discipline routine absolutely imperative in maintaining her well-being and peace of mind.

Because of Father Petri's important position with the church, he would invite a fellow pastor from out of town to stop by and have dinner now and then. Depending on who this dignitary was, (or, Heather would soon realize, if he was with his wife) Father Petri would request a certain dress for Heather to wear: "The red satin one," or "the shimmery blue one." These were all dresses her mother used to wear, but they were ill-fitting on Heather's curvy frame. In fact, Heather thought the dresses looked stupid, like in Victorian times, when a woman's chest was all smooshed up on the verge of escaping from its containment system. She shared her concern with Father Petri, but there was no arguing with the man.

"That dress doesn't fit me," she would say softly, so as not to annoy her very persnickety father. "It's too small, and I'm afraid my bust is going to pop out."

He would lower his spectacles and look at his daughter adoringly. "We're honoring you mother's memory dear. Now run along and get changed, and put on that pretty red lipstick. You're looking more like your mother every day."

She had no choice but to do as her father asked, even if she couldn't wear a bra underneath her Mom's dresses. She would put the dress on and adjust it so that her nipples weren't showing, but her nipples were always mere centimeters from revealing themselves. It was nerve-wracking, and she took to having a glass of wine whenever she was required to dress that way.

"Go ahead and refresh Bishop Oglivey's glass, darling?"

Feeling the comforting buzz of the wine cushioning her every move, she would bend over at the Bishop's side, her quivering breasts inches from his face, and minister to his needs. 

"You're such a pretty girl," the Bishop would say, talking to her breasts instead of her face. "You're going to make some lucky young man very happy one day." Then he would lean back in his chair and adjust the napkin in his lap while she refilled his wine or removed his salad plate.

She readily accepted the woman's role of subservience because it seemed to lead to more attention. She liked having these strange men tracing their fingers across her bare shoulders and along her collarbones, or grabbing her around the waist and plopping her in their laps. It made her feel special, loved even, and wasn't that what Jesus wanted for us all?

While Father Petri's taste in dinner dresses was rather liberal, he was not as accommodating about swimwear. He would have no part of this new, modern-day trend with women revealing every inch of their sinful bodies in a tiny bikini. He was adamant that Heather was to wear her old red speedo, the one she got during her sophomore year at the Christian Academy she had just recently graduated from.

"But father," she would say, turning around and showing him her backside, "see how it's too small? If I take two steps, it rides up between my bum cheeks." Then she would face him. "And here?" she would say pointing to how her breasts were bulging out like squished water balloons overflowing the top of her suit, "don't you think it's too small for me?"

"You look, wonderful dear," he would say, slipping his finger under the shoulder strap and checking the tension. He didn't think it was too small, he thought it was perfect, because he thought Heather was perfect, and you can't blame him for that.

With summer approaching, Heather realized it was time to get serious about trimming "down there." She was always conscientious about her pubic grooming, but no matter what she did, there was always evidence of unpleasantness showing when she'd don the red speedo. Finally, one night, after she'd had a glass of wine to alleviate the pressure of one of Father Petri's dinner parties, she took a razor and shaved herself bare. 

She immediately regretted it, not because she didn't like it. She loved it. She loved it so much she spent the next three days shoving her hand down there to feel it whenever she could get away with it. Her regret was the anticipation of Father Petri's reaction. Would he approve? Would he disapprove? Would he spank her with the ruler? She found out the next night, up in her bedroom, when Father Petri jerked her panties down and gasped. 

"Oh my," he said in a whisper, followed by silence. Heather held her breath, hoping to God he wasn't mad. Finally, he spoke, tenderly, lovingly. "You look just like your mother." Tentatively, he let his bony finger explore the new hairless area, delicately caressing her secret folds and crevices that had heretofore been hidden. Heather loved this part of the ritual, the innocent touching, the tender caresses that preceded the spankings. It made her feel beautiful when her Father fawned over her like this, saying things like "such a pretty pretty girl" or "such perfect skin -- smooth as glass," and tonight was no exception. 

She was a little startled when he leaned in and brushed his lips across her special place, the place where her switch resided. It wasn't a kiss so much as a caress with his lips. She giggled, and the giggle made her feel like she needed to pee, but that was normal. Sometimes, just thinking about Father Petri pulling her panties down and spanking her made her feel like peeing, but she accepted it, knowing that at the worst, only a few drops would leak out, and she was pretty sure it wasn't pee. 

With the issue of her hairless area now resolved, Heather was looking forward to pulling on her red speedo and going to the annual pool party up at Jim Clips' residence in the foothills. Pool parties were one of the few times she was afforded the opportunity to socialize with her peers, and Jim Clips threw the best pool parties in town. He was a well-known local car dealer, a generous donor to local charities, and a pillar of the Republican Party. His guest list included certain church dignitaries and select members of the congregation, as well as several local politicians and a couple of radio DJs from the right wing talk shows he often appeared on.

Jim Clips called his annual pool party "Summer Fling!" The event coincided with his birthday, but the real purpose of these pool parties was to allow the men of the church to show off their pretty daughters -- or trophy wives in some cases. (Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.) It was sort of a right of passage for these young lovelies who were preparing to meander off into the world of college, or marriage, or the sweet nothingness of wealth enjoyment. 

Swimming was expected, and the pool would be populated almost entirely by gorgeous young women, all of them in one-piece swim suits, since it was important to retain the decorum and dignity expected at a gathering of conservative Christians. Surprisingly absent from the pool area would be the aging wives, who would be shuttled off to a rec room to drink various beverages and play bridge.

Jim Clips liked to have different themes for his annual "Summer Fling!", but the recurring theme that seemed to be the most popular was "Island Time!". For an "Island Time!" party, the caterers would prepare Hawaiian food, and the servers would all be dressed up in corny native garb. Heather always thought it was strange that although she was required to wear a stupid one-piece swimsuit, the ladies serving cocktails and horderves would be wearing very low-riding grass skirts with nothing but a tiny string thong underneath, and vinyl coconut bras that would in no way accommodate the physiques of these busty young women, but Heather didn't question the motives of the church elders. Her task was to learn, not complain.




Spank Me!



Always one to maximize the impact of such an event, Jim Clips would organize a sort of informal diving competition for the ladies. All the elders of the church would line up like Olympic judges, sitting in their deck chairs in the shade, taking notes on who did the most graceful swan dive, or who had the best form doing the jack knife. Then they would award the winner a Hawaiian leigh, which would elicit quiet snickers from the teenagers and applause from every one else.

Prior to the diving competition, open swimming was encouraged. Horseplay was frowned upon, but not forbidden, it was simply seen as bad decorum. Unfortunately, at this particular "Island Time!" pool party, Heather was unconcerned with decorum. It had been a week since her last spanking, and because of this, she was out of sorts and cranky. Well, to be honest, she was on the verge of spinning out of control. 

After a few minutes of polite swimming and gossiping with people she didn't know very well, Heather snapped. She grabbed the stupid beach ball they were tossing around and hurled out into the cactus, where it deflated with a pitiful "ffffffft". Then she grabbed the nearest lady in the pool, Patricia, and pulled the straps of her swimsuit clear down to her waist. "Help!" Patricia cried, sinking underwater to pull her suit back on. Already Sis had moved on to her next victim, Constance, and freed one of her perky breasts from her speedo. 

Eyeing her third victim, Heather's attack was thwarted by Warren, a very eligible young bachelor who attempted to grab her from behind. Without even looking, she swung her elbow behind her and it landed a direct hit on his right ear. Stunned, Warren blubbered under water and emerged ten feet away, looking like a dog that had just been kicked by its owner.

"Heather!" Father Petri's voice boomed over the screaming and crying, "Get out of the pool. Now!" 

She complied, suddenly feeling calm, serene even, knowing the discipline she so desperately craved would be imminent.

"What's gotten into you, young lady?" Father Petri scolded, grabbing her by the ear. "This is unacceptable behavior. You will follow me inside and apologize to our host, and you will be disciplined accordingly. Are you coming Jim?

"Well," Jim Clips drawled, "I reckon if she's got to apologize to me, I should be there."

As they marched up the path towards the main house, Ward Waxman, a deacon in the church, joined them. Ward Waxman had been to several of Father Petri's dinner parties, fawning all over Heather and holding her in his lap while his hot breath tickled her chest.

"Don't be too stern with her," Mr. Waxman was saying, eyeing her jiggling cleavage. "She was just having a little fun."

"He's right," Jim Clips said, in his southern drawl. "Where I come from, we give a girl a new car for that sort of thing."

"She has dishonored your house and your guests," Father Petri said, huffing and puffing as they neared the side entrance to the Jim Clips mansion. "She will do penance until you're satisfied,"

"I'm already satisfied," Jim Clips drawled, his eyes glued to Heather's bum cheeks leaking out of her swimsuit.

Jim Clips' library was literally the size of a small town church. The ceiling had to be at least twenty feet high, and the entire east wall was a bank of windows looking up at the Catalina mountain range. There was not a house in sight, just the prickly pear and saguaro cactus common to the Sonoran Desert. Heather couldn't help but wish she was living in such a house, instead of the stuffy confines of Father Petri's rectory. And so many books. Would Jim Clips have the Harry Potter series she'd heard about? She was dying to read it, but she wasn't allowed to indulge in that sort of secular entertainment.

"Heather?" Father Petri announced, in his booming voice. "It's time for your penance." The three men had taken their seats on the long couch at the base of the windows. Now, standing directly in front of them, she had to accept her punishment. "Well?" he said, a hint of a smirk on his lined face, "get ready."

"I am ready, Father," she said, trying to hide the fact that she was already trembling inside.

"No you are not ready," Father Petri said, his smirk suddenly gone. "You bare your soul to Jesus when you pray, and you bare your bottom to me when you're being punished."

"Jesus Christ," Jim Clips said, "you're still spanking your kid?"

"Spare the rod, spoil the child," was Father Petri's reply.

"And it's going to be her bare ass?" Jim Clips sat up on the edge of the couch. "Hoo wee. I've got to see this."

"But..." Heather stammered, realizing what she was being asked to do, "but..."

"Am I going to have to do it for you?" Father Petri said, preparing to get up off the couch.

She bowed her head and said the words. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned." Then she peeled her straps off her shoulders but that's as far as she could go. How could she go further? There were two strange men watching. Wouldn't it be a sin for them to see her with her swimsuit pulled down? Wouldn't that make her an immoral tart? Suddenly, she felt very confused.

"If that's the way you want it..." Father Petri said in disgust. He stood, grabbed the shoulder straps, and with a flick of his wrists, whipped her suit clear down to her waist. She flinched, pinching her knees together as the familiar twinge tickled that place between her legs. 

"Well I'll be dipped in shit," Jim Clips said, pulling a cigar from his pocket, "I haven't seen a pair like that since my first marriage." (In jim Clip's defense, Heather's breasts were quite stunning. The way they were pointed and yet full, with the stiff nipples splayed slightly outward, it was as if they were literally popping off her chest.)

"Are you sure about this,?" Waxman asked, his eyes glued to Heather's twin torpedoes.

"Penance!" Father Petri bellowed as he grabbed the suit bunched up around her waist. Heather waited, holding her breath, feeling like at any moment, the place between her legs would open, and the pleasure would come gushing out like a dam breaking. "Penance now!" he said as he jerked her swimsuit clear down to her ankles

Heather almost doubled over. She could already feel a dribble escaping from her pee place. Standing there, completely naked and exposed, it was as if the eyes of the men watching her were little fingers of pleasure touching her, tickling her all over. She was abuzz now, her body a simmering caldron of desire aching for release.

"Well fuck me naked," Jim Clips said, the unlit cigar now bobbing between his fat lips. "Ain't that the prettiest little gash you ever seen?

"I'd tap that, even if it had hair on it" Waxman said, during an obvious lapse of judgement. He was, after all, a deacon of the church.

Ignoring them, Father Petri continued with his task. "On my knee," he said calmly, arranging himself on the end of the couch. Heather obliged, shaking with nervousness and anticipation. As she lowered herself onto his knee and positioned her elbows so her dangling breasts were nudging the carpet, the other men sat up and craned their necks trying to get a better view of the pinkness between her legs.

Waxman nudged Jim Clips. "What's it smell like, Jim?" Waxman was down at the end of the couch, not quite close enough to fully enjoy the fragrant bouquet emanating from between Heather's legs.

"Vanilla?"Jim Clips said, leaning forward so his face was only inches from her baby-smooth bottom. 

Father Petri gave them a stern look, and then proceeded with the punishment. "Twelve blows for the twelve Apostles."

Heather waited for the slap, holding her breath, imagining the rushing sensation that would soon be taking over her entire body. It didn't matter that she was naked in front of these men. All that mattered was that she would soon be feeling the love of Jesus blossoming out from between her legs. She'd been waiting for this transcendent moment all week long. Finally, the punishment commenced.

"One!"

Heather gasped. Usually, it took several swats to prompt the response she so desperately craved, but today it was different. Today she was literally quivering before Father Petri even touched her. And now, this first delicious slap felt like it traveled from his hand into her body, got magnified by a factor of ten, and then escaped in a wave of wet pleasure out from between her legs.

"Two!" Another swat landed and she stifled a sob. 

"Three!" Father Petri grunted, his fingers slipping down between her legs. Heather gasped, hanging her mouth open, marveling at the power of God's love emanating from between her legs.

"Four!" The release continued, forcing a spasm that raked her nipples across the carpet.

"Hold it a sec, Petri," Jim Clips said, the unlit cigar falling into his lap, "shouldn't we each get four swats? Why should you get to hog the girl? I'm the one who was offended by her unladylike behavior."

"Good point Jim," Father Petri said, as he shoved Heather to the floor. Her legs, shaking, her stomach spasming, she crawled on her hands and knees over to Jim Clips and got up on his knee.

"Holy Jesus," he gasped, sliding his hand all over her bum, "look at this ass." He touched her delicately, lovingly, tracing around her hips and down into her crack. Heather was ready to scream, she was so desperate to continue.

"You ready Doll?" he asked, his fingers still buried between her legs.

Heather looked back over her shoulder at him, but all she could do was nod. She was on the verge of tears -- tears of joy. 

"Five!" Jim Clips said, giving her a firm whack on her left cheek. Heather choked on a sob as the feeling of release returned.

"Six!" She felt it again, but stronger this time.

"Seven! Eight!" Two in a row and she had no choice. She let go like never before, a strange guttural warble escaping from her throat as the spasms wracked her body.

"Is she alright?" Waxman asked. "I've never seen a woman acting this way before."

"Seriously?" Jim Clips asked, eyeing Waxman suspiciously. "She's fine."

"If you say so," Waxman said, grabbing a pillow and plopping it in his lap. By this time, Father Petri also had a pillow in his lap, and the look of concern on his face was taking on a decidedly demented quality.

"Mind if I finish her off?" Jim Clips asked. Before Waxman even had a chance to respond, Jim commenced with the four final swats in quick succession. "Nine! Ten! Elven! Twelve!". Heather almost wretched, the release was so strong. It was as if her entire body was exhaling an unending breath of pleasure, and it was exiting from between her legs. 

"Jesus!" Jim Clips said, recoiling from the girl in his lap, "she's dripping all over me." He gave her a shove and she rolled over onto the floor, pressing her hands to her chest to protect her modesty, and also to prolong the feeling of release. She lay there for a moment, quivering, gasping...

"Oh My God!" A voice screamed from a door at the other end of the room. "Oh!" "My!" "God!" 

It was Clips' wife Patricia, standing there with her hands on her hips. "Jesus Jim. Now what have you done?"

"I just bought you that cruise you've been pestering me about," he said, picking up his cigar, not so he could smoke it, but so he could smell his stinky fingers.

"The only cruise we're taking is down to the divorce lawyer."

"Really Hon?" he said. "Are you bringing the pool boy? And his helper? At least I didn't stick my dick in this little cunt, as opposed to you, taking it in your cunt and your mouth at the same time. Or was it your cunt and your ass at the same time?"

"Humph!" she gasped, unable to speak. 

"Would you like me to call the pool service and have them send up the boys for an emergency visit, or can you wait till next week?"

Heather was oblivious to these unpleasant proceedings, laying there dripping on the rug, doing little stomach crunches as the release ravaged her body. In an effort at protecting her modesty, she had covered her hairless area with her hand, but now her hand was working on the little switch between her legs, and she was unable to stop. She just kept grinding, and the spasms kept wracking her body, and the juice kept dripping. It was as if the very hand of Jesus was down there between her legs, showing her what her reward in heaven was going to feel like.

Totally lost in her little world of pleasure, she became vaguely aware of voices. Many voices. Then she felt a table cloth flutter down on top of her, which was nice, because Jesus was still busy down there between her legs, and she sort of needed her privacy.

Some of the voices she was hearing were from the rest of the wives, who had been on a tour of the residence when they stumbled upon the scene. They were supposed to be playing bridge, but first, Patricia wanted to show off her latest collection of rare antiquities purchased on black market, and many of these pieces resided here in the library. 

Some of the other voices were EMT's who had been called to the scene to deal with Waxman and Petri, who had both suffered massive heart attacks when the wives walked in and caught them with a naked girl writhing on the floor and their hands buried in their pants.

Eventually, the maid gathered Heather up in her tablecloth cloak and directed her to a bathroom so she could clean up and put her swimsuit back on. Heather was still unaware of her father's grave condition, but it was probably for the best. He was never revived, and he had crapped his pants during the episode, and you don't want a daughter to see her dead father in such a disgusting and demeaning condition.

*****

One month later, the kerfuffle and been smoothed over, and Heather was now on the payroll at one of Jim Clip's car dealerships as a junior sales associate assistant intern with no duties to speak of, other than wandering around looking pretty and flirting with customers. She enjoyed the work, even though she was required to wear silly, low cut, bust-revealing outfits that sometimes forced a nipple to pop out when she was showing a customer where the jack was in the trunk.

What made the job bearable for Heather was Jim Clips discipline regime. He would stop by every couple of days, haul her into his back office, shut the door, and whack her into oblivion, regardless of whether or not she deserved it. He was so impressed with her as an employee, he put her up in a condo, took her shopping for new underwear, and he even introduced her to Warner, the young man at the pool she had accidentally cold cocked.

You would think a man like Jim Clips would have gotten jealous about hooking up Heather with Warner, but Jim Clips was a fine, upstanding Christian, and he was above jealousy. Plus, he had women like Heather stashed all over town. He was too busy to get jealous. What he did get was the satisfaction of knowing his annual summer pool party had netted him yet another lost soul to save, another searcher he could guide along the winding path to righteousness.



Spank Me



Authors' Note: This is a rough spanking story involving anal sex. Enjoy!

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Hannah shivered as she walked down the hallway to the Headmaster's office. She was a horny little slut and she often got in trouble... ever since the very first day that she'd arrived at the all girl's school at the tender age of 18. That day she'd gotten into a fight with a girl who thought she was snobby... and she'd gotten her very first spanking. 

It had shocked her how much she'd enjoyed the spanking... it had turned her on, something that the Headmaster had seen almost immediately. By the end of her punishment she'd been moaning and pushing her pink ass out for more... the Headmaster had pulled down her panties and seen her wet pussy. Telling her that she was a dirty slut who needed to learn her lesson, he'd pulled out his dick and taken her virginity then and there, spanking her throughout the entire thing. She'd cum incredibly hard and even played with herself some more as she'd sucked his dick afterwards. The very next day she was back in his office, in trouble again.

Now, at the age of 22, it was her last year there and things had escalated quite a lot over the past four years. She was addicted to her spankings, usually getting into trouble at least once every couple of days... on days when she was particularly horny it was several times a day. The Headmaster and her had become quite accustomed to each other's fetish's... Hannah got her tender ass spanked raw and red, and then he fucked it, spraying his cum inside her ass and on its red cheeks. He preferred anal sex to any other kind of sex, although she'd cried and fought the first time... now she loved it almost as much as she loved being spanked. Regular sex just didn't totally do it for her anymore, she was addicted to her anal pleasures.

Nothing satisfied her quite like that, and she didn't know what she was going to do when she left school... but while she still could she was gonna get it while the getting was good.

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Headmaster Charles welcomed her with a stern frown, giving her a lecture on behaving herself that was made totally inept by the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Mostly it just made her even more horny, and she wriggled in her seat, waiting for him to tan her bottom. He kept talking, knowing how much it turned her on to be made to wait, he could see her nipples poking through her shirt in anticipation. However, it wasn't her breasts that he was interested in.

Finally he had her stand next to his desk, bending over to grip the sides of it. Lifting her skirt, he pulled her panties down and off, instructing her to spread her legs. Holding the paddle that he always used, the Headmaster loosened his tie as he stared at her exposed, crinkled asshole.

"Oh God Headmaster," Hannah moaned, "Would you just spank me, PLEASE!"

THWACK!

She shrieked as the heavy wooden paddle came down, squarely smacking her ass. 

CRACK! SMACK!

Hannah began counting out the hard strokes in a broken voice, unable to explain to herself in her head why she was getting so wet from the beating. It hurt horribly, it was humiliating, but her nipples were now hard and rubbing against the desk through her blouse because she was leaning over so far, and her pussy was actually starting to drip down her thighs... even her voice was getting more and more excited with every sharp jolt of pain that wracked her body.

She knew that behind her the Headmaster's bulge was growing as he abused her. They both had some unexplainable desire for this, the beating and the violation... a kind of obsession with her ass. It was growing cherry red, almost glowing as he hit her harder and harder, in a kind of sexual frenzy that gripped them both.

"FIFTY... FIFTY-ONE!" She cried out, sobbing it as she squirmed beneath the hard paddle... oh God she was so close to cumming, and her ass was so sore, it hurt so much...

The Headmaster was panting behind her, looking at her swollen pussy and red ass, her tiny asshole that seemed to be begging for penetration. Hannah was obviously excited, her ass swaying as though begging for more punishment. She wanted it... she loved it.

At sixty, her eyes were practically glazed from the painful pleasure, her closeness to completion.

Headmaster Charles couldn't stand it any longer, not her cracked voice or her reddened cheeks, or the way she thrust her buttocks out for more... scrambling with his pants, he dropped them. Pushing into her vagina just once, he wetted his dick in her sopping juices and then pulled out and shoved into her tight schoolgirl ass.

Rutting her roughly, his hands dug into her tender ass cheeks and she howled at the indignity, writhing beneath him. His groin slapping into her red, swollen ass was another kind of spanking, and as he fucked her harder and harder. The young woman moaned in pleasured pain, her ass cheeks burning and the inside of her ass cramping and spasming. It felt so good, so wonderfully complete to have his swollen dick ravaging her ass.

The Headmaster wasn't paying attention to her pleasure at all, he was just intent on spearing her tender asshole with his lance, his hands roughly squeezing her red buttocks, making her writhe in pain before him. They both knew that the pain only helped her on her way to pleasure. The discomfort and red jolts of hot pain would mingle inside her body, wrapping around a hidden pleasure, her own little dirty secret fetish, and bring her to heights of ecstacy that she couldn't otherwise achieve. As his hands squeezed hard, his dick shoving deep into her rectum, Hannah gasped and humped and started to cum.

Howling and thrashing beneath him, she humped against him in her pleasure, rubbing her ravaged ass against his body as he sodomized her. Headmaster Charles couldn't take much of her slutty ways, or her tight gripping ass, and he grunted as he buried his cock into her tightest hole, feeling it ripple around him and clench hard in her orgasm... He began to fill her ass with his own cum. They howled together in mutual orgasm, her ass clenched so hard around his pulsing dick that they might as well have been attached there.

Panting heavily, Hannah lay on his desk as he collapsed on top of her, eliciting a moan of pain as his body fell onto her poor abused buttocks and his dick lodged itself even more firmly into her ass. A few last spurts of cum twitched inside of her and then everything was still....

The Headmaster pulled out and dismissed her. The young woman left his office with cum dripping out of her violated asshole, ignoring the smirking secretary's expression as she observed Hannah's peculiar walk. She couldn't sit down for the rest of the day... really, that made it a VERY good day.

She was so sore that she wasn't sure she'd be able to make it back the next day... but since this was her last year there was very limited time. Besides, she mused, if she did come back tomorrow, her ass already tender, it would probably just be even better than before...



Spank Me



"Spank me" she tempted, as she leaned over my chair and teasingly pulled up her nightie. Her nightie brushed her thighs and glided over her ass allowing a slight glimpse of her lace undies. He felt the blood rush to his penis and he felt himself getting erect at the mere thought of his hand against her tight tush.

"What's the matter" she purred, "Afraid if you touch me you won't be able to stop?" 

With that he rushed to her, grasps her hand and brought it to the bulge in his pants and said "What makes you think I want to stop." He then grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. Once there he passionately kissed her and then in one sudden movement lifted her nightie above her head. There she stood, in lace undies, her breasts ample and bulging. He quickly eyed her up and down before taking his lips to her nipples. He licked and sucked at them, gently tugging at them before moving to the next. He threw her on the bed, and as she started to protest, he said "Shhh... Just wait and watch". 

He then proceeded to remove his shirt, tossing it aside on the chair she was just leaning over. He took a step closer to the bed, and started to remove his belt. 

"Your being such a tease", she proclaimed. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants and just slowly took them down and threw them to the side. She hungrily starred up at him, in just his boxers with a heightening bulge. She then licks her lips and purrs for him to come to her. He removes his boxers and climbs upon the bed. The sight of her in just her lace undies is now more than he can bear, he rips them off of her. The animalistic instinct in him takes over and he scoops her in his arms and kisses her deeply, sending kisses down her neck, down to her stomach and wandering further down. She is withering at this point, begging for him to stop teasing her. 

"Is this teasing?" he asks as he lays her back and slowly starts to put one, then two, then three fingers in her. He slowly works his fingers in and out, curling them and hitting her sweet spot. 

"Oh god" she proclaims. Her heart beating faster, she arches her back upward, allowing him to work his fingers to hit her gspot. Faster and faster he works his fingers, she is moaning and wiggling, he proceeds to place one hand on her stomach to settle her. He then takes his lips to her clit, slowly licking and nibbling her all the while still thrusting his fingers inside her. She starts to quiver and he feels her juices exploding over his fingers and onto his face. He removes his fingers and keeps licking up her juices. She moans, having orgasmed in under five minutes, she coyly remarks "My turn". She grasps him by the waist and flips on top of him, kneeling about his stomach; she kisses his lips, still wet with her own juices. She then licks her lips as he stares at her. 

She takes her tongue and traces it down his stomach, back up circling his nipples, lightly biting them, and continuing down to his arched penis. She takes it in her mouth, slowly licking the tip. She then moves her mouth up and down at a rhythmic pace, twisting her tongue and sucking on his hard cock. She moves her lips down to his balls, lightly nibbling and kissing them. She slowly licks them, swirling them around in her mouth, then back up to take his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. He can no longer take it, he pulls her close to him, deeply kissing her until he whispers in her ear, "Fuck me, I want to feel you in me right now." With that, she leans back onto him, fully taking him into her. She starts rotating her hips, faster and faster, he breasts jiggling with each thrust. 

"That's it baby, ride my cock" he says, "Fuck me, fuck me hard". She goes faster, and faster, she can feel her own wetness oozing over his hard cock. She grabs his hands and brings them to her breasts. Even faster she goes now.

"That's it baby" he proclaims, "I'm about to cum..." He oozes inside her, grunting and moaning as they both climax together until they both collapse in a heap, with her still on top of him and him still inside her. 

She gently kisses his lips and moves off him, them both spent, she curls up in his arms and whispers " I'm glad you didn't stop" before peacefully falling asleep.



Spank Me!



Ever since I was a boy I had always taken my mother a cup of tea in bed on Sunday mornings. Then I'd sit on the edge of her bed and chat to her while she drank it, and afterwards I'd take the empty cup and saucer away and she'd go back to sleep.

I must admit that, apart from being a dutiful son, I enjoyed looking at her half-revealed body as she sat up drinking her tea - her nightdresses left very little to the imagination, and I was often treated to a glimpse of a naked breast, as well as feasting my eyes on her bare arms and shoulders.

And so it was one Sunday morning in my late teens: my mother was sitting up as usual, the bedclothes pushed down below her waist, and I could see her nipples poking against the thin cotton material of her nightdress. It was very low-cut, and one strap persisted in slipping off her shoulder to briefly expose even more of her breast before she hoisted it back up into position. 

I don't remember what we talked about - most of my attention was focussed on her body, but then after she handed the cup and saucer back to me her pillow slipped off the opposite side of the bed. She squirmed over to retrieve it: the bedclothes slid down even further, and I saw that her nightdress was rucked up, completely exposing her bare bottom.

Almost without thinking, I gave it a playful slap, but perhaps harder than I intended. My mother's body went rigid: I saw her fingers clutch the sheet, gripping it until her knuckles whitened, and then she turned back towards me, a strange unseeing expression on her face.

'Mum - I'm sorry - I didn't mean ...' I began, afraid that I'd hurt her, but she interrupted me, almost as if she hadn't heard me.

'Spank me! Spank me properly!' she whispered, and before I could answer she threw back the bedclothes completely and crawled across my lap, dragging her nightdress up around her waist. 

I rested one hand on her bare back, staring at her naked backside with my other hand on the backs of her thighs, and then I brought it down sharply on her bottom. Mum gave a little cry, and I felt her body shiver, and then I spanked her again. I don't know how many times I smacked her quivering buttocks, but soon they were glowing red, and my mother started to moan uncontrollably.

Suddenly her body began to jerk, and I stopped spanking her, instead letting my hand caress her bottom. Mum was gasping, and she struggled up beside me. 

'Hold me, darling!' she cried, and I took her shuddering body in my arms while she clung to me as her orgasm flooded through her. The strap of her nightdress had slipped down again unheeded, and I was unable to resist cupping her naked breast in my hand, fondling it as she turned and buried her face in my shoulder.

At last my mother stopped shuddering, and her breathing gradually slowed to normal. She smiled at me uncertainly, and stroked my face, and then her hand dropped to my groin. I was wearing just the trousers of my pyjamas, and Mum slipped her hand inside to grip my throbbing penis.

'My poor darling,' she whispered. 'Doing that to me made you excited, didn't it? I'll take care of you, dearest,' and with that she started to rub me slowly. My right arm was still around her, while I continued to fondle her bare breast with my other hand as I looked down to watch my mother's hand sliding up and down my rigid cock. I held back as long as I could, but soon I felt myself losing control.

'Mum - stop it! I - I'm going to come!'

'It's all right, darling,' she whispered, and then a great jet of my semen shot up and landed on her throat. She gasped as my semen continued to spurt over her body, and then she turned her head to kiss me passionately on the mouth as I gripped her naked breast, sinking my fingers into her soft flesh.

My mother kept rubbing me, her mouth working on mine, until my cock gradually started to soften. She still fondled me for a few minutes, then gently drew back. 

'I think you'd better go now, dearest,' she said, and removed my hand from her breast. She carried it to her lips and kissed it, then smiled at me.

'Please go, darling, before ...' she didn't finish the sentence, but she released my hand and moved away from me. I didn't know what to say, but I got to my feet and went to the door. I looked back at her briefly, just in time to see her pulling her nightdress, soaked with my semen, over her head, and I was able to see my mother's completely naked body.

I showered and shaved, made myself some breakfast, and then went for a long walk, re-living every moment of what had happened. My mother was still in bed when I got back: her door was locked when I tried it, and when I called out asking her if she wanted anything she just said she wanted to sleep.

It wasn't until the evening that I saw her. She moved stiffly as she prepared dinner, and when we sat down together I heard her catch her breath, then wriggle uncomfortably on her chair.

'Mum - I'm sorry if I hurt you,' I said, and she smiled.

'It stings a bit, and I'll be sore for a few days, darling - but it's lovely!'

She squeezed my hand across the table. 'Now you've discovered one of my vices - but we mustn't make a habit of it - although perhaps now and then ...' Her voice trailed away, and she squeezed my hand again.

'Did you like doing it to me, darling?'

I hesitated. 'At first I was a bit afraid of hurting you, but then looking at your bare bottom, and feeling it ..' It was my turn not to finish a sentence, and Mum caressed my fingers.

'It can become addictive - I should know, I've loved it ever since ...'

'Ever since what, Mum?' I asked.

'Oh - when I was a girl ... Dad was working in America, and Mum went out to spend a few months with him, and I went to stay with Uncle Jon and Auntie Sue. I was growing up, and I often caught Uncle Jon looking at my legs and my body - I didn't mind, I liked him looking at me. 

'One evening after dinner we were all washing the dishes together, and I dropped a plate. It smashed on the floor, and Auntie sighed in exasperation. "That was one of my best plates," she said. "If you weren't a big girl I'd get your Uncle to spank you!" "I don't mind being spanked," I said, "I deserve it!" I was really just thinking about him looking at my bottom, and feeling his hand on it, not about being spanked.

'I saw Uncle and Auntie looking at each other, and then Uncle said "Come on, then," and we all went into the living room. Uncle sat on the sofa, and I lay across his lap, and I felt him pull my skirt up. "Take her knickers down, and do it properly, Jon!" Auntie said, and I noticed that her voice sounded funny, somehow. I wriggled to help Uncle to get my knickers down, and I discovered that his dick was hard when I accidentally rubbed against it, and I started to get excited.

'Then he started to spank me - it stung at first, and then it felt wonderful. He spanked me for a few minutes, and then he let me up. I was disappointed - I wanted him to keep spanking me, but then Auntie told me to go and rub some cream on my bottom to stop it stinging. She winked at me and told me that he spanked her too, sometimes, and she knew what it felt like.

'I went upstairs and did as she suggested, and when I came down again I saw them both sitting on the sofa, and Auntie had got Uncle's dick out and was rubbing it. They didn't see me, and I crept away. Then a couple of nights later I heard smacking noises coming from their bedroom, and I could guess what was going on.

'Every Thursday evening Auntie went out to play bridge at a club she belonged to, and the following Thursday I took my knickers off and then went to my Uncle and asked him to spank me. This time it went on a lot longer, and it was lovely, and then I told him I'd seen what Auntie did to him, and I asked him if I could rub his dick too. He let me, stroking my sore bottom as I rubbed him. He told me to get a cloth from the kitchen, and it was wonderful, making him come like that.

'Afterwards, he spanked me often, sometimes when Auntie was there, and sometimes when we were alone, and when we did it on our own together I rubbed him afterwards and made him come I loved that!

'And then late one night Auntie came into my bedroom, wearing just her nightie, and she asked me if she could spank me. I thought for a moment and then said yes, and then she took her nightie off and asked me to do the same, saying she wanted to feel our bodies together with nothing on. I let her feel me all over, and I felt her too, and it felt nice, and then she started to spank me. It was different from when Uncle spanked me, feeling us both naked like that, and then she kissed my breasts, and I kissed hers, and then she spanked me again, and put her hand between my legs.

'Suddenly I saw Uncle standing in the doorway in his pyjamas, watching us. Auntie saw him too, and she carried on spanking me for a bit, and then she went to him and put her arms round his neck and rubbed her body against him, and whispered something in his ear. She was still naked, and she didn't bother to pick up her nightie when they went back to their bedroom, and I heard her moaning and crying while Uncle - did things to her ...'

I swallowed, thinking of my mother's naked body and her soft bottom, and wondering how many men - and perhaps women too, had spanked it, but then she took her hand away and changed the subject, looking embarrassed and saying that we mustn't talk about it any more.

Over the next few days I tried to touch her and kiss her a few times, but she wouldn't let me. Then one evening we were in the kitchen together - she'd just had a bath, and had on a housecoat she often wore. I was pretty sure she was naked under it, and on impulse I pulled the hem up before she could stop me. Sure enough, she wasn't wearing any knickers, and I slapped her bare bottom, hard. 

It was obviously the way to break down her resistance, rather than just trying to kiss her or something - she just looked at me, her breasts heaving, and I pushed her face down onto the kitchen table and pulled her housecoat right up. I savoured the sight of her nakedness for a moment, and then I started to spank her in earnest.

She cried out, and I could see her grinding her body against the table top as I slapped her quivering buttocks. I paused, stroking her bottom for a moment, but she looked at me over her shoulder pleadingly. 'Don't stop, my darling - smack me harder!'

I spanked her until her body started to jerk, and then I pushed her legs apart and cupped her sex with my hand, feeling her wetness. She cried out, and levered herself up, wincing as she rested her bottom on the table, then frantically fumbled with my jeans to produce my rigid cock. She kissed me fiercely and started to rub me as I stood there, my legs trembling, and then she broke away to tear her housecoat open, heedless of the buttons being ripped off, and I reached for her exposed body. 

Then she was kissing me again, and I could feel her shuddering as I fondled her, and then suddenly I started to come. Immediately my mother moved back a little to let my semen spurt over her body, and as my loins emptied she dropped to her knees to kiss my softening cock. 

After a moment she shakily got to her feet and looked down at her body. My semen was splattered all over her, and she smeared it over her breasts with her hand and suddenly smiled at me.

'Now I'll have to have another bath, darling!'

The following Sunday I took her tea in bed as usual, wondering whether she'd want me to spank her. She'd been out late the night before - probably with a man, I thought bitterly, and I couldn't help wondering if he'd made love to her. If so, she might be too tired, as well as sexually satisfied, and just want to sleep late.

But she sat up as usual and smiled at me as she drank her tea. But as she handed the cup and saucer back to me I saw a mark on her left breast, and for the first time noticed bruises on her shoulders. I banged the cup and saucer on the bedside table, then I dragged her nightdress down, leaving her naked to the waist. I caught my breath when I saw the bruises and bite marks on her breasts, and as I pushed her nightdress down even further I saw more of them on her belly.

My mother followed my gaze, and smiled.

'It was lovely, darling,' she said. 'I was with a woman and her brother. They were both in their sixties, at least, with wrinkles and grey hair. Her tits were sagging, but they felt nice when I sucked them, and his dick was enormous! It was wonderful when she told me to rub it against my face and my tits, and then they - they did all sorts of things to me, and made me do things to them. And then they tied me up, and made me watch while he - he fucked his sister - they said they loved to have someone watching while he fucked her!'

I couldn't help it - I just lashed out and slapped my mother's face, and then I pulled her out of the bed and across my lap. As I hauled her nightdress up I saw more marks and bruises on her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

'Oh, yes, darling,' Mum whispered, and I began spanking her. I didn't stop until she was bucking madly in the throes of an orgasm, and then I let my hands wander over her body. Her nightdress was just a rag round her waist, and I fondled her bare breasts and once again put my hand between her legs.

Then she crawled back on the bed and fumbled for my cock. I thought she was going to start rubbing me, but instead she lowered her head and started to kiss and lick my cock, running her tongue round its head and fondling my testicles.

'They made me do this to him last night,' she said, looking up at me. 'Do you like it, darling?'

'Oh, God, Mum, it's wonderful!' I groaned, and then she started rubbing me and taking the head of my cock in her mouth to suck me at the same time.

I never wanted it to end, but when I finally erupted my mother pulled her head back to let my semen spurt over her face, as I gripped her naked breasts.

It was a few days later that my mother persuaded me to help her in the garden. It was a very hot July afternoon, and she was wearing a short denim skirt and a sleeveless blouse knotted below her breasts. The blouse was mostly unbuttoned, and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, even without seeing the way her breasts moved freely. We worked for over an hour, and I could see the sheen of perspiration on Mum's arms, legs and throat, and I watched beads of sweat trickle down between her breasts.

She must have noticed me looking at her, because she went into the shed at the bottom of the garden and busied herself doing something or other. I finished the weeding I was doing, and decided to prune the shrubs to take my mind off my mother's body. But to do it I needed the shears, and they were stored in the shed where Mum was working.

It was another excuse to look at her: the shed door was open, and she was standing with her back towards me, obviously unaware that I was there. Then I saw that she had a short bamboo cane in her hand - it had been used to tie up something, and the lower part was covered with dried mud. As I watched, my mother stroked her leg with the cane, leaving a smear of earth on her glistening skin, and then she transferred the action to the inside of her leg, dreamily stroking her thigh before sliding the cane up under her skirt.

I stepped into the shed and my mother turned when she heard me - I just looked at her for a moment and then snatched the cane from her hand. She just stared at me for a moment, then turned round and lifted her skirt. Without either of us saying a word, I pushed her knickers down over her hips until they dropped to the ground. Mum stepped out of them, then spread her feet slightly then bent over and gripped her ankles, her bare bottom raised invitingly towards me.

I moved to stand beside her, and then I brought the cane down sharply. Mum cried out, and I saw her head jerk, but then she settled herself more firmly and I started to beat her. The cane left smears of earth on her bare skin, and with my free hand I reached beneath her body and found her breast. I slipped my hand inside her blouse, feeling her naked flesh wet with perspiration, and I fondled her with one hand while I caned her with the other.

Eventually she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms round my thighs, shuddering uncontrollably. It seemed like a long time before she smiled up at me and started to fumble for my penis. She finally managed to free it from my jeans, and still on her knees she kissed it and looked up at me again.

'Have you ever done it with your dick down a woman's throat, darling?' she asked.

I gulped. 'No, Mum. Have - have you had a man's cock down your throat?'

She smiled. 'Lots of times. I had my tonsils out when I was a girl, and that helps!'

Then I watched breathlessly as she eased my cock further and further into her throat until her lips touched its base, and then she started fucking me like that. I gripped her shoulders as she knelt before me, leaning back against the bench to steady myself as I watched her head moving up and down.

When I finally came she choked and let my cock slip out of her throat so that she could suck me and swallow my semen, her blouse open as she rubbed her bare breasts from side to side against my trembling legs.

A few weeks later it was my nineteenth birthday, and it was my mother's turn to bring me tea in bed, carrying a card and a narrow parcel about two feet long. She sat on the edge of my bed watching me as I drank my tea. She was wearing her favourite housecoat again - she'd sewn the buttons back on again after they'd been torn off when I'd spanked her in the kitchen, but she'd left quite a few undone top and bottom. I could see a generous amount of cleavage, and when she crossed her legs the housecoat fell away from her thighs, and she smiled when I put my hand on her bare leg.

'Open your card and your present, darling,' she said.

The card turned out to be a picture of a naked woman seen from behind: I opened it, and as well as the usual birthday greetings my mother had written 'I hope this reminds you of me, darling! Happy Birthday!' 

I grinned and leaned forward to kiss her. 'It's lovely, Mum - nearly as good as the real thing!'

Next came the present: when I finally got the wrapping paper off, I discovered a short whip.

'I got it in a sex shop darling - you can use it on me whenever you like!' my mother whispered, and then she unbuttoned her housecoat completely, to reveal that, as I'd suspected, she was naked beneath it. 

She shrugged the housecoat off her shoulders. 'Why not start now?'

The weeks passed: I regularly gave my mother a gentle - and sometimes not so gentle - whipping. I used it on her bottom, of course, but also on her breasts and shoulders, and sometimes even between her legs when she parted them invitingly.

Then, I awoke one night to find Mum standing beside my bed. She'd been out that evening, but I hadn't heard her come in, and I guessed it was late. I switched on the bedside lamp and saw that she was naked, and that her hair was tousled, her mascara had run, and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth.

'What is it, Mum?' I asked, and she sank down to sit on the bed beside me. I saw her wince, and at once I knew that she'd had a spanking, and then I saw the bruises on her legs, arms and body. 'Mum - are you all right?' I asked anxiously, and she managed a weak smile and took my hand.

'Yes, darling - I'm OK really. I met a woman tonight - I answered an ad in the paper, and we talked on the phone, and I told her the things I liked having done to me. We arranged to meet tonight, and I went to her flat. She was gorgeous, with a marvellous figure and long flowing hair. She'd prepared a meal with a bottle of wine, and we ate sitting side by side, kissing each other, and she put her hand up my leg under my skirt and told me to feel her breasts.




Spank Me!



'After dinner she asked me to undress her but leave her shoes on, and then kiss her body, and then she made me take my clothes off while she watched. As soon as she saw me naked she went wild, kissing me and fondling me, and then she handcuffed me and started to whip me like you do, darling. It was wonderful - I had an orgasm the whole time, and it went on and on. Finally I couldn't take any more, and I begged her to stop - you know I don't do that very often - but she wouldn't, and just kept on alternately kissing and beating me.

'Eventually she got tired, and just wanted me to kiss her body, and then I got dressed and got a cab and came home. I loved every minute of it, but now I hurt all over, and I just need you to comfort me, dearest.'

I took her in my arms, and she murmured contentedly when I kissed her and gently fondled her breast, and she put her arms round my neck. After a few minutes I freed myself and stood up. I turned back the bedclothes and lifted her legs up onto the bed, and my mother lay there, naked, looking at me. Then her eyes widened when she saw me strip off my pyjamas.

'No, darling - please! I hurt so much, and I couldn't bear to be spanked any more!'

I lay down beside her and kissed her. 'I'm not going to spank you, Mum, at least not tonight.'

Then I gently parted her legs and slipped my fingers into her. My mother jerked slightly, and then relaxed. 'She whipped me there, too, darling, and bit me, but your fingers feel nice.'

I kept on kissing her, and then I slowly rolled on top of her, my throbbing cock probing the lips of her vulva.

'Darling - you mustn't! You shouldn't ...' Then her voice died away as I slid my cock further into her, and I started to fuck her slowly.

'I - I suppose I always knew this was going to happen,' she whispered. 'My body is so painful, but it makes feeling your dick in me even better, darling. I know you shouldn't do this to me, but please don't stop.'

I kept fucking her gently, and she started to squirm. I knew that the way she was rubbing herself on the bed would make her body smart even more, and she groaned, but didn't she didn't stop twisting beneath me, and I fondled her breast and kissed her.

'God, I'm coming again,' she whispered, and I started to thrust into her faster and more deeply, and then she screamed when at last I exploded inside her. She lay there sobbing, her body writhing as I pumped my semen into her, and then later her eyes opened and she stared at me.

'You're still hard, darling! I can hardly bear it, and I hurt so much! Oh, God, yes, darling! It feels wonderful! That's right! Hurt me! Fuck me again!'



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Spank Me Again, I've Been Very Bad



After a dozen years, a retired teacher gives his student the spanking she deserves.

Barely 18-years-old and in the way of so many women my age, for as long as I can remember, I had a crush on my teacher, Mr. Martin. Actually, it was more than a normal crush. It was a sexual fantasy, even an anal fetish of sort. It all started when he spanked my ass with his bare hand through my clothes. Just as his spanking my ass enflamed my ass, his spanking aroused my sexual desire for him. His spanking my ass made me want to do dirty things to his body while he did dirty things to my body.

Fortunately, the spanking happened after school and, with no one else around, we were alone. No one saw him spank me. Thank God no one saw me get spanked. If anyone had seen me get a spanking, I would have been so embarrassed. Being so angry that he humiliated me, I probably would have reported him. Yet, with no one else witnessing the spanking, little did my teacher know that I enjoyed him spanking my ass, a gross understatement. I loved being spanked, punished, and disciplined.

What should have been just a spanking was so very much more than that. What should have been just punishment and discipline me was so much more than that too. I didn't realize what the spanking triggered in me then until now that I have this unrequited sexual desire for my teacher to spank me again. Twelve years later, married with children and poised at the precipice to find him and to contact him, I needed him to spank me again.

"Oh, yeah, slap my naked ass teacher because I've been bad, very bad and I need to be disciplined. I need to be punished. I need to be spanked hard. I need to me your sexy slut."

I was 18-years-old, a high school senior and chomping at the bit to graduate that part of my life to go on to college. Having lost my virginity, even having already given my first blowjob after my senior prom, I thought I was so mature. I thought I was an adult. Tall, blonde, beautiful, blue-eyed, and busty, I thought I was hot stuff.

I never thought my high school homeroom teacher would dare spank me for something that I did so long ago but, long story short, I forced his spanking hand to spank my ass again. Being that I wanted him to spank me again and with him having no choice in the matter, I made him spank me again. I had been bad, very bad and I needed to be disciplined. I deserved to be punished. Now married with children, I needed to be spanked. Even though I was no longer an 18-year-old slut but a thirty-year-old, bore, lonely, and horny housewife, I needed my teacher to spank my naked ass. For once and for all, I finally needed to experience my sexual fantasy.

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"You wanted to see me Mr. Martin?"

I looked at him sitting behind his desk probably for the last time. Not a bad looking man, he was so anal, so precise, and so exacting. Saying what he meant and meaning what he said, he was articulately educated. Even his enunciation of words told me that he had a private school education and, just as I was jealous of his large vocabulary, I envied his command of the English language.

With his hair always parted just so, he always wore a colorful bowtie. His herringbone and tweed jackets resplendent with elbow patches were always marked with white chalk. He looked a bit like a younger version of Bill Nye the science guy. For the life of me, I really didn't know why I had a crush on him but I did. Jealous that she was married to such a splendid man, I couldn't help but wonder what his wife looked like. I couldn't help but wonder what he did for fun after school. Maybe he disciplined and punished his wife by spanking her. I imagined his wife wearing an apron while standing at the kitchen sink to wash dishes and purposing breaking glasses while washing them for him to spank her.

"You were the one who put the tack on my chair last class Susan," he stared me down with a look that told him that he knew I did. Someone had ratted me out no doubt.

When he wasn't staring at my pretty face, he was staring at the huge impressions my big tits made in my blouse. When he wasn't staring at my tits, he was staring at my panties. Sitting in the first row, I was always flashing him my panties. 

"Pardon?" Not knowing what else to say, I looked at him as if he was crazy. Deny, deny, and deny was my only defense.

"I have it here written in my book. Tuesday, November 14th, 2000. I sat on yet another tack. Note to self," he said while looking up at me. "I need to check my chair before sitting."

Duh, I wanted to say but didn't. Forget about mere thumbtacks, after the invention and with the popularity of Super Glue, who doesn't check their check before sitting?

"That wasn't me. I didn't do it," I said denying that I had put the tack on his chair when I did and, obviously, he knew I did. "I'd never do something so childish as putting a thumbtack on the teacher's chair. Nope. That wasn't me," I said knowing that I was denying a bit too much but I couldn't stop talking. I couldn't just shut up about the stupid thumbtack.

"I write everything in my book," he said holding his stupid book up to my face. "And this is the errant thumbtack," he said opening his desk drawer and pulling out the tack that was confined in a plastic bag as if he was a forensic detective preserving fingerprints.

Errant thumbtack, meaning naughty, badly behaved, sinful, wayward, and delinquent. Who refers to a stupid thumbtack as errant? I had to go home and look that word up in my Funk & Wagnall's dictionary. Gees, making a federal case out of it, enough about one lousy thumbtack already.

"I'm sorry," I said unable to continue a lie and owning up to what I did. "My friends forced me to do that. They thought it would be funny."

"It wasn't funny that I had to go to the emergency room for an infection that I received from that rusty tack. They gave me a tetanus shot," he said grimacing from the memory of the pain I put him through. "The emergency room isn't covered on my medical. I had to pay a hundred dollar co-pay."

"I'm sorry," I said embarrassed and feeling worse than I would have felt because I had a crush on him.

As if wanting to make the memory of his thumbtack pain on his ass go away by kissing his lips, I remember having this urge to lean down and kiss him. So very long ago, I really don't remember what the Hell I was thinking to put a thumbtack on his chair and to even have a school girl crush on him in the first place. In hindsight, he was such an anal asshole.

"Your friends forced you to put a tack on my chair?"

"Yes," I said feeling so much like a foolish child instead of a mature woman who was no longer a virgin and who had already given her first blowjob. Back then, with sex my definition of maturity and being that I was so popular with the boys, I was having plenty of sex. Counterintuitive to my emergence from a school girl to a sexual woman of the world, how dare I do something so stupid.

"So...if your friends told you to jump off of a bridge..."

"Of course not. I wouldn't leap off of a bridge because my friends told me to jump off a bridge," I said making a sour face. "I'm not stupid," I said.

Yet I was stupid compared to him, an educated, enlightened, well read, and well traveled man of the world. An unappreciative, bothersome, spoiled brat of a nuisance, I was a nothing and a no one in his shadow. Little did I know then, he was to be my master and I was to be his mistress.

"Then what's the difference with you putting a tack on my chair because your friends told you to do that and you jumping off a bridge."

"At the time, I thought it funny to see your reaction. I'm sorry. I didn't actually believe you'd sit on it without even feeling it pinch you and walk around the room for the rest of the day with the thumbtack stuck to your ass," I said with a little laugh and a smirk that obviously angered him.

I should have known, he wouldn't notice that tack until later with his thick corduroy pants. He always wore corduroy pants. Evidentially, he knew that I wasn't sorry, just as he knew I'd do it again if I could.

"You need to be disciplined," he said pointing his finger at me as if I was late for class and he found me wandering the hall. "You need to be punished young lady," he said raising his voice.

Suddenly, as if I was a little girl, I was afraid. He frightened me when he took that tone with me. I couldn't believe it when he reached around me to slap my ass through my short skirt. 

"Ow," I said rubbing my behind.

Remembering it now as if it happened yesterday, I was embarrassed. I was mortified. I was humiliated. I was shocked. Yet, even more than all of that, never having been spanked before, not even by my parents, in the way of having bittersweet chocolate or something that's so sweet and yet so sour, I liked the feel of his hand on my ass spanking me. Never would I have known that I'd be the type of women who enjoyed being spanked until my teacher spanked me.

Unable to protest, I just stood there and stared at him while rubbing my ass through my short skirt. Then, when he pulled me by the wrist and put me across his knee and started slapping my ass really hard, I felt like that actress, Maggie Gyllenhaal playing Lee Holloway in The Secretary when Mr. Grey, played by James Spader, spanked her naked ass for making a typographical error. Fuck me and I wished he would have taken me right then and there. I would have allowed him to bend me over the desk and fuck me not in my pussy but in my ass. Never having had anal sex before, after having my ass walloped, I wanted to experience it now. Already so very sexually excited, I only wished he had pulled up my short skirt and slapped my ass through my panty.

I would have liked him to have seen my round, white, bikini panty clad ass. I would have given anything for him to pull down my panties and slap my naked ass. I would have liked for him to have seen my naked ass. I would have liked for him to see how red he made my naked ass after spanking me. He spanked me half a dozen times and every time his palm hit my firm ass, I thought I'd cum. By the time he was done spanking me, if he asked me to, I would have sucked his cock. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Martin," I said crying after he finished spanking me and allowed me to stand.

I could have had him arrested. I could have had him fired. I could have sued him civilly for spanking me. Instead I wanted to have sex with him while he spanked me again and again.

"Get out," he said.

The fact that he was so abrupt with me, as if he was angry with me, by dismissing me in such a hostile way, made me want to offer up my ass again for him to spank me again. I so wanted to tell him that he could pull up my short skirt and pull down my panty to spank my naked ass but I feared he'd think there was something wrong with me for telling him that. What he did was a disciplinary action, physical punishment, and something that had nothing to do with sex, or did it? I always wondered if he was as sexually aroused as I was. I always wondered if he thought about spanking my ass in the way that I always thought about him spanking my ass. Maybe his thing is spanking too. Maybe he's been lusting over spanking my round, firm, tight, little ass the entire school year in the way that I'm wanting him to spank my ass again now. 

"That really hurt," I said, rubbing my ass through my clothes. "I'm all red," I said turning my ass to him and lifting my skirt up enough for him to see the bottom of my panty. I so wanted him to see my panty, touch my panty, and sooth my red hot ass through my panty with his meaty hand. I so wanted to lift my skirt to my waist. I so wanted to pull down my panty to show him my red ass but I was afraid to do that.

"Get out," he said again.

More angry over how he talked to me than I was over how he disciplined me and punished me by spanking me, when he stood and turned to erase the board, I don't know why I did it but I stole his Parker pen.

Replaying the incident over and again in my head, I masturbated to Mr. Martin spanking me for years. It didn't matter that I allowed my husband to spank my naked ass after that. It wasn't the same as when Mr. Martin spanked my ass through my short skirt. It didn't matter that I participated in the swinging lifestyle with my husband before he was my ex-husband and had numerous men spank my fully clothed ass and naked ass. None of those men spanking me made me as sexually aroused as having my teacher spank me. The one who I really wanted to spank my naked ass, was the one who didn't spank my naked ass. I needed Mr. Martin, my old teacher, to spank my naked ass.

I wanted him to spank me again. I wished he had raised my skirt and at least spanked me through my panty. I wished he had lowered my panty to spank my naked ass. I wished he had unzipped himself and pulled out his cock for me to suck him while he spanked me. I swear to God that I would have sucked him. Allowing him to cum in my mouth while he felt my big tits and fingered my nipples, I would have swallowed every drop of his cum so long as he promised to spank me again.

After waiting twelve, long, sexually frustrating years, now married with two children, I went to see Mr. Martin when I read a blurb about him retiring. He was 65-years-old and I was 30-years-old. Not knowing what I'd say when I saw him, I just wanted to see him again. Hoping beyond hope that he'd spank me again, really wanting to kiss the hand that spanked me, I wanted to shake the hand that spank me.

Wearing my preferred outfit of choice, a skirt that was too short with bright, white bikini panties underneath, a button blouse like the one I wore in school, and my D cup bra, I wasn't wearing very many clothes but for my bobby socks. If I was playing strip poker, no doubt, depending who I was playing poker with, I'd lose. He opened his door as soon as I pressed his doorbell.

"Susan! How nice to see you," he said recognizing me immediately. I saw him stare down at my big breasts before looking back up at my eyes. I thought that maybe my big tits were my dead giveaway to who I was after not seeing me for twelve years. "Come in, come in," he said.

"Hi Mr. Martin."

"Please call me Paul," he said with a smile while staring at my tits again.

"I just made some fresh coffee," he said talking to my tits before talking to me. "Would you care for a cup?"

"Sure," I said wanting to delay my stay so that I could summon the courage of saying what I needed to say before leaving. "Even after having rehearsed it, I really didn't know what the Hell I was going to say."

"Come in, come in," he said. Make yourself comfortable on the sofa," he said, "while I get our coffees."

He returned with the coffee and a plate of cookies. He sat across from me in his comfortable looking, overstuff recliner. Unable to control myself, using this personal, in home visit as my wicked opportunity to expose myself, every time I leaned forward for a sip of coffee, I parted my knees enough to give him a view up my short skirt of my panties. When I wasn't sitting there with my knees open, I was slowly and deliberately crossing and uncrossing my legs.

Maybe because he was looking, he was always looking when I was sitting in front of him in class, I wanted to flash myself to him in the way that I always did when sitting in the front row of his class with my legs parted and my skirt raised. I wanted him to see what I wanted him to see twelve, long years ago. I wanted him to see my panties up close. I watched his eyes dart down from my eyes to my crotch and back again before darting down again and before settling on my big tits. Based upon his stare, he was getting a good look of me between my legs. Based upon his leer, he caused my nipples to make their appearance known through my bra and blouse.

"Is Mrs. Martin home?" I couldn't help but wonder what his wife looked like.

"Mrs. Martin? There is no Mrs. Martin, other than my mother," he said with a little laugh. "I never married. I never felt the need for a wife and children. I was always too busy assigning assignments and correcting homework. After father died when I was just a boy, I was content enough living with mother, until she passed a few years ago," he said.

I couldn't help but wonder how content he really was living alone with his mother all these years. I wondered if they had a sexual relationship. I wondered if she was the one who got him into spanking. I could only imagine her ordering him to strip bottomless and bend over her knees while she paddled his naked ass before sucking his erect cock. Gees, what's wrong with me to think these terrible things about my teacher and his elderly mother? Only, no one knows what goes on behind closed bedroom doors. 

"I see," I said suddenly feeling sexually invigorated that he was unmarried and we were alone.

"So, what's the purpose of your visit?" He smiled an endearing smile. "Did you stop by to wish me a happy retirement?"

When he wasn't staring at the mountainous impressions my tits and nickel sized shapes my nipples made through my bra and in my blouse, he was staring in between my legs at my panties. His obvious sexual lust for me was making me wet. I wondered if he's been thinking of me as much as I've been thinking of him. I wondered if he's masturbated over spanking me in the way that I've masturbated over him spanking me.

"No actually, Paul. I wanted to apologize again for putting a thumbtack on your chair," I said.

"Oh, that," he said waving a hand. "Don't be silly. That was so long ago Susan," he said. "Water under the bridge, it's all water under the bridge."

Not wanting this little exchange to end before it even got started, as if my words were an undertow, I needed to stir up that water that lay dormant for so long under the bridge.

"I also have a confession to make," I said feeling myself getting sexually aroused merely by the thoughts of what I was about to disclose to him.

"You do? And what might that confession be," he said with a knowing little laugh in the way that he laughed at us in class as if he knew everything.

Only, without a doubt, he didn't know what I was about to confess. Hoping that what I was about to say would put him over the edge and anger him enough to spank me, I parted my knees just a little more. In the same way he stared at my panty, he stared at my tits. In the way that he stared at my tits, I knew he could see part of my bra and cleavage through my buttons that never closed all the way. I purposely wore a blouse that was a size too small and as if my breasts were his eyeballs in the way that he strained to see more of me, my breasts threatened to pop a few buttons.

"I'm the one who stole your Parker pen," I said watching for his reaction.

He stopped staring at my breasts and at my panties to stare up at me.

"My Parker pen? You stole my Parker pen? Extruding just the right amount of ink, not too little and not too much, I loved that pen," he said looking at me as if I just stabbed him in the heart with that damn Parker pen. "That was my father's pen," he said getting noticeably annoyed, an understatement, before raising his voice in the way he raised his voice when he told me to get out of his classroom.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry?" He looked at me as if he hated me. "Do you know that my Dad was a prisoner of war in Viet Nam?"

"No, I didn't know that," I said suddenly knowing I had done a terrible thing by stealing that Parker pen. I wondered if they still made them. I wondered if I could run out to Staples and buy one to replace the pen I had stolen so long ago.

"My father hid that pen up his ass for two, long, miserable years so that the Viet Cong wouldn't confiscate his pen as a weapon? He hid that pen so that when he returned home and I was old enough to care for and cherish that pen and possibly pass it on to the son I never had, he'd present it to me and he did, on his deathbed, the day that he died."




Spank Me Again, I've Been Very Bad



What? Seriously? C'mon, are you kidding me? Something he stole from watching Pulp Fiction when Christopher Walken tells Bruce Willis that he has his father's watch and that he kept for him up his ass for years, my teacher has the same, sad story. Only, in the way he told it, I more believed my teacher than I did Christopher Walken when he regaled his tale.

"Sorry, I'm so very sorry. I had no idea. I didn't know that. How could I know that? Assuredly, if I had known your father lived with that pen up his ass for two long years, I never would touched it, never mind taken it," I said.

Suddenly, I felt horrible that I had taken his father's most cherished possession. For his father to hide that Parker pen up his ass for two, long, uncomfortable years, that pen must have meant a lot to him. Moreover, I felt sick to my stomach that I actually held that excrement covered Parker pen in my hand.

"It's been washed, of course, sterilized actually. Do you still have it? Is that why you're here to return my Dad's Parker pen because I'd like to have it again. May I see it? May I have it?" He put out his anxious hand and my look foretold and precluded his disappointment.

"No," I said. "I'm sorry. It's long gone. I was so angry with you that you spanked me that I tossed it in a sewer," I said watching for his reaction.

"You threw my father's Parker pen in the sewer?"

"Yes I did Mr. Martin and I'm so very sorry. I'll buy you a new Parker pen."

"It's okay. A new Parker pen can never replace that specific Parker pen," he said looking at me with sadness. "You had no way of knowing what that pen meant me. Assuredly, if you knew you never would have taken it nor would you have thrown it down the sewer," he said looking as if his father had died in vain.

"My mere apology isn't good enough," I said puffing out my chest enough to pop open two of my blouse buttons. "I deserved to be discipline. I deserved to be punished," I said standing.

As soon as I parted my knees more to stand, no doubt forgetting all about his father and that shitty Parker pen, I really must have flashed him my panties because his eyes bugged out of his head.

"Water under the bridge," he said with sadness. "What's done is done," he said with a wave of his hand. Only, I could tell his was angry.

"I need you to spank me for what I did Paul," I said while watching his eyes widen as if I was sitting there topless.

"Pardon?"

"Spank me again," I said suddenly showing as much sexually excitement as he was showing. "I've been bad, very bad and I deserve to be spanked."

"I can't spank you," he said with hopefully expectant eyes. "You're a grown woman," he said looking up at me as if waiting for me to give him permission to spank me.

"Spank me," I said walking over to him. I lifted his hand in mine and slapped my ass through my short skirt as he did in his classroom so long ago.

As soon as he slapped my ass through my skirt, my skirt jumped high enough for him to see my panty clad ass cheeks.

"Yes, you were very bad and you need to be disciplined," he said looking up at me before starting at my tits again. "You need to be punished," he said getting himself into the role and into the mood. "You need a good spanking for stealing my father's Parker pen and for throwing it in the sewer," he said raising his voice while pulling me down over his knees.

Putting two and two together, never married and living with his mother, it was then that I realized that my Mr. Martin was a pervert. No matter. I didn't care if he was a pervert or not. Right now, a perverted man is who I needed to spank my ass. As soon as I felt his hand on my ass through my skirt, I was sexually excited. Only, my sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't believe it when he flipped up my skirt all the way to my lower back to expose my sheer, white, bikini panty. Then, pausing to stare at all that I was showing, he spanked me through my panty.

"Mr. Martin. I'm all exposed," I said feebly protesting.

"You're not as exposed as I need you to be," he said.

Then in one, straight pull, he yanked down my panty. I couldn't believe it. Finally, he was seeing and spanking my naked ass. I was so sexually excited. With every slap he spanked me I became even more erotically aroused.

"Paul!"

"You've been a bad girl Susan, a very bad girl," he said spanking my ass red.

Finally, when he stopped spanking me. When he allowed me to stand from his lap, slow to pulled up my panty, I gave him a long look at my blonde, trimmed pussy. I was on fire literally and figuratively. 

"I need to suck your cock Paul," I said as if he had unleashed the beast in me and, no doubt, he had. I unbuttoned my blouse to expose my cleavage and bra to him as if I was letting my two beasts of breasts out of their bra covered cage.

"I'd love for you to suck my cock Susan while I fondle your big tits and finger your hard nipples," he said lifting up my bra and watching my D cup breasts fall as if they were two bowling balls falling from the ball rack. "I've been thinking about this day for twelve, long years, ever since I spanked your ass through your short skirt. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbating over spanking you."

"Oh, Paul. I've been thinking about that day too," I said. "I've masturbated too over the thoughts of that day."

"Remembering that day as if it was yesterday, I so wanted to pull up your short skirt and spank your ass through your panties. I so wanted to pull down your panty and spank your naked ass. Now that I've finally experienced my sexual fantasy of spanking your naked ass, the only thing left is for me to cum in your pretty mouth," he said unzipping himself.

Then, when he pulled out his stubby, little cock, I stared at it before reaching out my hand to touch him, feel him, hold him, and stroke him. I fell to my knees while stroking him and kissing him before leaning down to take him in my mouth. Oh, my God, I couldn't believe I was blowing my old teacher. Waiting so very long for this moment, I couldn't believe that I was finally living out my sexual fantasy.

I sucked his cock while he played with my tits and fingered my nipples. As soon as he started moaning while humping my mouth, I knew he was on the verge of cumming. Wanting him to cum in my mouth, I stroked him faster and sucked him harder. What I wanted to do twelve years ago, I was doing today. As if he had been saving his cum for years, he exploded a giant load in my mouth, almost too much to swallow. As soon as I released his cock from my mouth, he exploded a second load all over my hair, face, and breasts. I've never seen so much cum.

Now that I've experienced my sexual fantasy, I visit my old teacher regularly, whenever I've been bad and am in need of a good spanking. Only, instead of ending our student and pupil sessions with me blowing him and him cumming in my mouth, I've been allowing him to fuck me in my ass. It seems appropriate that after he's spank my ass that he'd want to fuck my ass too. The only man I've ever allowed to fuck me in the ass, if there was a spanking class, I'd definitely earn and A.

THE END



Spank Me, Daddy



"How many times have I told you, Dani, curfew is at midnight!" Terry yelled as he caught his daughter stealthily creeping through the back door at 3 am... again.

"Jesus dad, I'm 18, I think I'm old enough to decide how late I can stay out!"

"Listen to that attitude. What's been getting into you lately? First dressing in all those slutty clothes, then swearing at your mother, and now this! I would say you're grounded, but that hasn't been deterring you at all!"

Dani rolled her eyes. "Look, dad, do whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a shit anymore."

"Jesus, listen to what's coming out of your mouth! Am I going to have to do what I used to when you were little and wash it out with soap."

"Good luck!" She scoffed as she marched down the hall, stilettos clacking on the hardwood. "There's no way in hell I'm gonna let you do that!"

"Maybe I should!" He huffed, following her. He finally caught up with her in the kitchen and grabbed her arm. "Or maybe I should just give you a spanking. That always seemed to work when you were little!"

"Just try it, old man. I'll call child services and get your ass arrested for child abuse. You need to wise up to the situation. I'm the boss of my own life now and there's nuthin' you can do about it!"

Terry's face went red with anger and he spun her around and bent her over the kitchen table. Her red miniskirt rose up giving him a perfect view of her firm ass. He held her down with one hand and gave her a good smack with the other.

"What the fuck?" She hollered as his hand landed on her cheek.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Jesus, dad..." She said as he kept spanking her. She'd let her boyfriend slap her ass when they were having sex, but not this hard. As she felt the stinging on her skin, she began to feel a tingle in her pussy. She couldn't believe it. She was actually getting turned on by her daddy spanking her.

"Yeah, how do you like that!" he growled as he smacked her again and again until her cheeks turned as red as her skirt.

She didn't say anything as he kept on. The more she focused on the feeling of his hand hitting her ass, the wetter her pussy got. And the more she reminded herself that this was her dad and not her boyfriend, the more turned on she got. The thought of her daddy giving her a hard spanking was making her pussy ache for a hard cock.

"I said how do you like that!" Terry hissed again. He gave her ass one final, hard slap before resting his hand on her swollen cheek. He ran it down her ass to the crotch of her thong and felt the wet spot. "That wasn't here when I started."

"I know," Dani panted. "Do... do it again."

"What?"

"Spank me, daddy."

"What... you liked it?"

"Yeah... please, do it again," she begged as she rubbed her ass against his crotch. 

He pushed her down harder against the table as he thought for a moment. He hadn't had any pussy in months and he hadn't had a young tight pussy in years. The feeling of his baby girl's ass against his crotch was so good. God, he couldn't imagine how good it would feel to fuck a tight 18 year old pussy. But she was his daughter. He couldn't, could he?

"You want more, Dani?" He said finally.

"Yes, daddy. Spank me, daddy."

He raised his hand and brought it down hard against her ass.

"Oooh!" she gasped as she gripped the sides of the table, bracing for more. "Yeah, daddy."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oooh, daddy!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ohh, fuck yeah, Spank me more daddy!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oooohh, yes! Oh that feels so good, daddy!" She moaned rubbing her ass against his crotch, feeling his throbbing dick beneath his pants. It was so big. She knew she had to have it in her pussy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She couldn't take it any more. "Oh, daddy... fuck me!"

"What did you say, little girl?"

"Fuck me daddy, I want your cock!"

"You dirty little slut! You really like getting your ass slapped, huh?"

"Yeah, daddy. It feels so good when you spank me."

"You fuckin want it... then you're gonna get it." He growled as he unzipped his fly.

He pulled aside her thong and slid his fingers into his daughter's hot pussy. For being such a little slut, it was very tight -- tighter than any pussy he'd ever had.

"Mmmm... yeah fuck me daddy!" She begged.

"Tell me how much you want my cock, you little slut."

"Oh, daddy, I want your cock so bad. I need it! I need to be fucked hard. Please, daddy, give it to me!"

He took out his cock and stroked it a couple times before he slid the head into her cunt.

"Ohhh yeah," he groaned as he slowly pushed his dick deep into his little girl. He knew it was wrong. He knew he was taking advantage of her. But he didn't care. He was going to fuck her little cunt until it was sore.

"Ohh, god, daddy, its so big! Yeah... yeah... oh, it's stretching me out... ohhh daddy!" She had never had a cock this big, and it felt so good. And the image of her daddy mounting her like she was his bitch in heat made her even hotter. She wanted to be used by him. She wanted to be his little slut.

He smacked her ass one more time before he grabbed her tiny waist and started slamming his cock in and out of her. It hurt her a little at first, but after a few strokes, her body got used to his enormous size.

"Oh, you like that you little slut?"

"Yeah, daddy, oh god that feels so good. I'm your little slut, daddy." She said as he pounded her, fucking her so hard the table refused to stay still.

"Yeah, you like being called names?"

"Yeah, daddy, it gets me so hot."

SMACK! 

"I bet it does, you little bitch."

He kept smacking her ass as he pounded her little cunt. "God you're so fucking tight."

"Ooooh, yeah, you like tight young pussies, daddy? You like fucking your little girl?"

"Fuck yeah, you little slut!" He growled as he slapped her now bright red ass.

The more he spanked her, the closer she came to cumming. The pain of him spanking her combined with the pleasure of him fucking her was just too much. She gripped the side of the table as the first orgasm of the night hit her.

"Ohhhh, daddy... I'm cumming!!!!!"

He reached up and grabbed her long blonde hair as he felt her muscles contract around his cock. It was almost too much for him, but he managed to hold back. He had many more nasty things planned for her tonight.

"Yeah, cum on my dick you little bitch!"

Finally, after her orgasm subsided he pulled his still hard dick out of her dripping pussy.

He grinned devilishly. "I've got a really filthy idea for you."

"Mmm... what is it, daddy." She said as she turned around and rubbed her clit.

"Not yet... first get on your fucking knees and suck me."

She immediately obeyed wondering what the filthy idea was. She dropped down and came eye to eye with his huge prick. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, tasting her pussy juices that covered him.

"Ohhh, yeah, you little cunt. C'mon take it."

He put his hand on the back of her head and started pushing her down on his cock. He'd always loved getting deep throated, something his wife would never do. He'd always hoped he'd find a young slut to do it. It was quite a surprise, though, to find out that little slut was his little girl.

She slurped on his cock as he pushed her head farther down until the head of his dick was in her throat. She loved the feeling she got whenever she deepthroated a guy. The groans he made as she sucked him and let him use her mouth drove her wild. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she finger fucked herself.

He finally let her head go and her lips slid off his slick cock as she gasped for air.

"Oh my god, daddy, your cock tastes so good. Mmmm..." she said as she sucked the head, strings of saliva dripping off of it every time she took her mouth off. "If I had known this, I might have had you spank me sooner."

"Jesus christ, you are a little whore aren't you?" he said stroking her blonde hair as she wrapped her bright red lips around his cock.

"Oh, daddy, you have no idea how dirty I can be."

"We're gonna see about that." He smirked. "Let daddy fuck your little throat, baby girl."

She opened her mouth willingly as he gripped the back of her head once again and started sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He loved the gagging sounds she made as he humped her little face. He saw her fingering herself into another orgasm as he used her mouth and groaned loudly, still not able to believe what a slut his daughter was.

"Fuck, I'm almost there, bitch!" He groaned as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face.

"Oh, daddy..." She said as he shot his first stream of semen onto her pretty little face.

She opened her mouth, desperate to taste some of her daddy's cum. He shot some on her tongue, and the rest all over her face covering her with his hot sperm.

"Yeah, you fucking cumslut. Oohh, you love it don't you?" Terry groaned, still in disbelief that he was cumming on his daughter's face.

"Ohh yeah, daddy." She said as she swallowed the cum that was on her tongue. The taste drove her wild; made her want more of her daddy's sperm. She raised her hand to scoop the rest into her mouth, but Terry stopped her.

"Uh-uh, baby girl, I've got other plans."

"Oooh, what daddy?"

"Get on all fours, and put your face right here." He said pointing to the puddle of her juices that was on the floor. "I want you to lick it up, slowly, while I fuck you."

Her eyes sparkled when he told her what to do. She immediately got on all fours and as soon as she looked down at the puddle, her daddy's cum that covered her face began dripping to the floor below.

Terry stroked his cock hard, and after only a minute of looking at his daughter on all fours eating her and his cum off the linoleum, he was rock hard again. He slid his cock inside her pussy only a few times. Just enough to get it nice and slick.

"So tell me, Dani, how much of a slut are you?"

"Oh, I'm really dirty, daddy." She said as she eagerly lapped up the cum like a kitten lapping up warm milk.

"Are you this dirty?" He asked as he slid the head of his cock into her tight asshole.

"Oh, daddy!" She gasped raising her head up. She pushed back on his cock and begged. "Yeah, daddy, I'm that dirty. I'm totally an anal slut. Fuck my ass daddy!"

He mounted her and pushed her head back down into the puddle of cum. "Keep eating it. Clean it all up."

She lapped up another glob of hot cum as she felt him push the rest of his cock into her ass. She wasn't an anal virgin so it slid in nice and easy.

"Ohh yeah," he groaned as he pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt. "I haven't fucked an ass in so long."

"Ohhh, daddy that feels so good. You can fuck my little ass any time." She said as she licked up more of the cum. It tasted so good and felt so warm sliding down her throat and into her tummy. It made her feel like a dirty slut, and she fucking loved it!

He drilled her ass as he held her head to the floor with one hand and spanked her with the other.

SMACK! SMAKC! SMACK!

"Yeah, you like taking it up your ass?"

"Yeah, daddy! I fucking love it up my ass!"

He watched as she finished eating the rest of their cum off the floor, but kept licking it, desperate to have that bitter taste on her tongue as her daddy fucked her ass.

"Ohh, spank me daddy! Spank me hard!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh, yeah you fucking bitch!" He growled, shouting every obscenity he could think of at her as he felt her cum again. This time he couldn't hold back. The contractions of her muscles were just too much for him. He grabbed her hips and humped her ass hard. 

"You want me to cum in your ass?"

"Yeah, daddy, cum in my ass, please! I want to feel it!"

"Yeah, you little whore, here it is..." He stabbed his cock in one final time, as he pumped more hot cum into his daughter. He let out a devious chuckle as she milked each drop with her muscles. She quivered as her daddy's cum splashed inside her ass. It was so warm and thick. God, it felt so dirty. She loved it.

"Oh, daddy, your cum feels so good in my ass!" She cried as her orgasm subsided.

He pumped the last two spurts into her before he pulled out. "Now come clean it off..."

She quickly got onto her knees and took her daddy's cock into her mouth. He pushed it down her throat as she cleaned it for him.

"Do you like tasting your ass, baby girl?"

"Yeah, daddy," she said as he let her up for air. She kept licking his cock until it was soft then she looked back up at him and said, "I'm gonna be such a good little slut for you, daddy." 



Spank Me Daddy



My name is Angelica Rowens. You could call me a rebel, you could call me an angel. I don't give a damn. I slid my iPod into my pocket, and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. Dress code busting shorts, nearly transparent cami, hot pink push-up bra. I looked sexy. And I loved it. Being a C cup really had its perks. I was a senior at Mountain Valley High. And I couldn't wait to get out of there. 

I ran downstairs, and my dad looked up from the kitchen table. "What the hell are you wearing, Angelica?" he asked in what he thought was a calm and scary voice. 

"Um. Clothes?" I answered sarcastically, and ran out the door before he could yell at me. 

It was a Friday, and Friday meant partying at my school. Being one of the popular ones, I was the first to be invited to all the parties. 

Back in my room after a long and incessantly boring day of school, I lounged on my bed in total boredom, just thinking about the party tonight. I loved the heat, the sex, the boys. But... the boys were so immature. And inexperienced. I wanted an older guy. A college guy. As I thought about sex and older men, my finger slipped under my bra and rubbed my hard nipples, the horniness fading as I slipped into sleep. 

At 9, I woke up, and decided to get ready for the party. I checked my closet, and opted for the short, black miniskirt and tight corset top. It didn't matter, it'd be coming off soon anyway. 

I didn't bother with thongs, the guys ripped them off without a second glance. 

I grabbed a pair of stilettos and went downstairs. My father was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I passed by him without a word. But a jolt of my wrist held me back. 

"You are dressed so inappropriately, I'd be surprised if you weren't a hooker." my father growled under his breath. I angrily tried to yank my wrist away, but he was a strong man. 

"Let me go, Daddy." I said, my blue eyes flashing. 

"You don't ever listen to me. Why should I listen to you?" he asked icily. His face changed into one of thought. "When you were little... when you didn't listen to me, I'd have to spank you. And then you would behave like a good girl."

I listened with a growing sense of horror. He wouldn't spank me, right? I was too old for that now...

"Now are you going to change into something more appropriate, or do I have to spank you?" he asked. I looked into his blue eyes for a spark of humor. There was none. I became defiant.

"I am NOT changing. You don't care. You haven't cared since mom left!" my voice increasing with emotion. 

"That doesn't mean you can wear whatever you want and do whatever you want when you go to parties, Angelica!" he yelled. 

"I AM NOT CHANGING." I said, and stood defiantly. 

"...Fine. Then i'll just have to spank you." he yanked my wrist toward him and I fell onto his lap. 

He skillfully pushed me into the position, and all my resisting, and struggling had no effect against his muscular chest. 

My dread increased as he pushed my skirt up. 

"No panties. Just as I thought." he said, anger dripping from his voice. My face was red with anger and humiliation. Not because my butt was ugly. Oh no. I stair stepped every day and ran track. I had a nice butt. But I blushed because this kind of turned me on. 

His rough, calloused hand touched my smooth butt for a second, before it slammed down, and I squealed in pain. The pain brought me back to my senses and I started screaming again, struggling against his hold. I started flailing with each slap, I knew my ass was red as a tomato by now. My entire body fought against him. 

With a jolt of shock, I realized my huge C-cup tits had spilled out of my top, and with each spank, my breasts bounced. And I knew my father noticed. 

The moment his arm loosened its hold, I kicked myself off and rolled over on the sofa, trying to get away. His eyes widened in shock, and he grabbed my stilettos and pulled my towards him. My legs were in the air, my open pussy bared to him. 

I blushed, and he pinned my legs down with his forearms against my inner thighs, placing his head dangerously close to my open and wet slit. 

"Don't you dare try and fight me, you whore." he growled. "Do you see why you need to dress appropriately now? What if a rapist was doing this to you? You're practically asking him to do this.." his hand reached up and grazed my left breast. "..And this.." his fingers grabbed my hard nipple, and tweaked it. I squealed in pain and pleasure. 

He moved closer, so that his body was between my legs, and his other arm moved up to grab my tits in his large hands. He kneaded them together harshly. I saw the lust in his face, the lust I had mistaken for anger. 

"W- what else would he do, Daddy?" I asked, my body pulsing with lust. 

His hand moved down my body and rubbed my pussy. I threw my head back and groaned. His fingers found my hole and he started pumping three of his fingers in there. My tits bounced erotically. 

His head moved down to my chest and he started biting and sucking on my breasts and nipple. His hand released my and ripped the corset and skirt off my body. His pants came off, and then his boxers. 

I squatted, my stilettos gripping the carpeted floor, and started sucking his long, hard cock. I blew him, stroking his balls with my fingers until i felt them tighten. I pulled away, and watched as his load came all over my tits. I rubbed them seductively, and shoved me down to the floor, before putting his penis in my vagina, and pumping, grabbing my tits and yanking me up and down and all over again, pounding my clit. 

My body pulsated, orgasming over and over with his experienced thrusts, filling me. As we came for the last time, he bent down and kissed me softly of the lips, before standing up and walking away. 

I sat up, the cool air drifting past my sticky boobs, my pussy throbbing. I bit my lip, and went back up to my room, throwing out my corset and skirt on the way up.



Spank Me, Fuck Me, Make Me Yours



I was so scared. As I approached the apartment building, on the nondescript street, I began to question myself. Did I really want this? How did I know that this was the Dom I was looking for? Was submitting myself to her really going to be what finally got me off?

I had found Ali through a friend, a fellow sub - is that what I was now? She had introduced us over the phone, and we had spoken quite a few times. She was everything I wanted in a Mistress and a lover, but that was on the phone. What was I getting myself into going to her apartment? I had never even met her in person, and now I was supposed to bend to her will. As twilight waned, I rang the doorbell to the penthouse.

"Yes?" Ali said, in a low sensual voice.

"It's me, Rose." My voice was trembling.

"I'll buzz you up." 

The door buzzed, and within 2 minutes I was in her apartment, looking into the eyes of the sexiest woman I had ever seen. She was about 5'8, and built like a dancer. She had long limbs, full lips, and billows of long, black hair, and best of all, bright green eyes, that were undressing me in seconds.

"Welcome Rose." She stated. "Please sit." 

I did as she said, settling on the large, cream sofa that she gestured at. 

"We have spoken many times, Rose, and I have made my wishes and intentions clear. I will outline my expectations for you once more, and if you agree to them, we will begin."

I sat silently waiting for her to begin, staring into her eyes, and feeling the wetness begin to pool in my panties. 

"You will call me Ma'am, and if I choose to collar you, you may call me Mistress, but that is only if you please me. If you disobey, you will be punished, and if you are too disobedient, you will leave me. You will make eye contact with me, unless I state otherwise. The caution word is yellow, and the safe word is red. I do not take these lightly, and expect you to accept the pleasure and pain that I give you as the gift that it is. Do you agree to these terms?

"Yes ma'am."

"Then lets begin. Remove your clothing and let me inspect you."

I took off my light summer dress and dropped it at her feet, I slid out of my heels, and finally, I removed the white lace thong I was wearing. Ali scanned her eyes up and down my body, taking in my 5'1 frame, pale skin, and blond hair. I have a thin frame, but there is definition to my muscle. She felt that as she ran her hands down my back, and squeezed my ass cheeks, hard. 

"Rose, go into the bedroom, the door on the left. Open the French doors and kneel on the floor, in front of the balcony."

I did as she said, kneeling on a small throw rug on her wooden floor. The cool night breeze played on my skin. She approached me from the other room, removing her light silk robe, and revealing her matching silk teddy. 

She looked at me for a long minute, taking in the fear in my eyes, as my naked body was on display for neighboring buildings to see. 

"On all fours, Rose."

I did as I was told, and she stood behind me.

"You are a naughty slut, look how wet your pussy is for me, and I haven't even touched you yet." She ran a finger from my clit to the bottom of my soaked pussy. She took her wet finger and smelled it. "I am going to taste you, you had best hope you please me."

She knelt behind me, and smelled my pussy, skimming her lips against mine. She then dipped her tongue into my wet lips. I moaned, I couldn't help it. This woman, with her huge tits, and commanding demeanor was licking my pussy.

"Rose, I didn't ask for any commentary."

She slapped my ass, hard. I moaned again, flinching slightly. 

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

"I am sorry ma'am, thank you for correcting me."

"Lets make sure you remember to keep quiet, shall we?"

She walked out of my view and grabbed something. Then I felt a sharp sting across my ass, grazing my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to be still and silent. Again and again she slapped my ass and legs with her belt, heating the skin, and making me wetter and wetter.

After 20 blows, she stopped to admire her work. "I am very partial to the color of your ass when I spank it." She purred. "Do you like that my neighbors can hear me slapping your ass, and you moaning like a slut? Beg me for more!"

"Please ma'am, please spank my ass, make me your slut." I moaned, loud enough for others to hear, outside on the street below. I didn't care, this had made me hotter than anything in my life. I wanted her to completely make me hers. I was rewarded with a slap on my pussy. The wetness making a satisfying "smack" as she hit me again and again. I was moaning uncontrollably now, and I didn't care. 

I felt her lips on my ear. "People can hear you, you know, and you are putting on quite a show for the party across the street."

I inhaled sharply, embarrassed, my cheeks staining crimson.

"Good, now your cheeks match your ass. I think I am ready to cum, and if I like you, you will too, but not until I say."

She walked to a large bed, and laid on her back, head against the pillow, spreading her legs, revealing her beautiful, wet, lips.

"I want you to lick me, suck my clit and make me cum. If you do it well, I'll fuck you with a dildo until you squirt. What do you say?" 

I was now kneeling on the bed, my face before her slick, wet, bare folds. I looked her in the eyes and said; "thank you ma'am, your pussy is gorgeous, and I want to please you." I slid my tongue between her lips and lapped at her clit. She moaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair. The pain drove me, and I started suckling at her clit, moaning, and rubbing my face in her wetness, wanting to be covered with her scent. I slid two of my fingers into her pussy and she arched her back and yanked my face from between her legs, grasping my hair tightly.

"Did I tell you to finger me?" She asked calmly.

"No ma'am." I said

"Lucky I like it, keep it up, and if I cum, you'll get your reward."

She loosened her grasp, and I returned to my task, burying my face once again against her. I fucked her with my fingers, putting pressure on her g-spot, and licked and sucked her clit for all I was worth. She started moaning, and clenching on my small fingers. I slipped one more into her, and that was all it took, she started bucking against my mouth, and spasaming around my fingers. I was rewarded by a gush of warm, salty, cum flowing out of her pussy onto my waiting tongue. I cleaned her gently with my tongue as she came down from her climax, removing all traces of her juices, and then I removed my fingers from her, and sucked greedily at them, cleaning them as well, all while she started at me with heavily lidded eyes.

"You did well. Lay on your back."

Again I obeyed without a word, laying on my back I n the center of her bed. She pulled my wrists behind my head and handcuffed me to the metal bars of her headboard. 

She then picked up a dildo off the bedside table. It was huge, larger than any I had ever used. My eyes widened, looking between it and her.

"Scared of a little toy? I want to see how much you can take." She kneeled between my legs, forcing them apart. I was soaked for her, and she spread my juices on the mammoth cock. Raising an eyebrow, she started sliding the cock into my swollen lips. It was tight. She got about an inch in, and then slid it out, slowly fucking me with it. She then withdrew it, and pressed it to my lips, and I licked my juice off of it. Returning it to my pussy, she pushed it harder against my opening. I moaned, pleasure and pain mingling. She slid about 6 inched into my pussy and began fucking me faster and faster. She leaned into my lips, and whispered "fucking moan for me." 

I did, I moaned into her mouth and she nipped at my bottom lip. As she kept fucking me, harder and faster than anyone had ever done, she started rubbing my clit with her free hand. I moaned and bucked my hips. She slapped my clit, reminding me that she was my Mistress, and I needed to submit to her will. 

"Rose, cum for me." She moaned.

I did, my orgasm exploding, and my pussy clenching her toy. She slowed her pace and slid the monster out of me. 

"It looks like my neighbors liked you." She said with a menacing smile on her face. "Lucky for you, I do as well. Come to the shower with me, and we can discuss your collar."



Spank Me in Front of Your Friends



Susan wants her boyfriend to pull down her panties and spank her in front of his friends.

"What? I can feel you burning a hole through my newspaper Susan," said Lance looking over his newspaper at his blonde bombshell of a girlfriend. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason Lance. I was just thinking," she said giving him a sexy look.

"Thinking? Bullshit. I know that look," he said. "You're up to no good. What's' going through your pretty head?"

"If I tell you," she said biting her pouty lip, "you'll get mad." 

"I'll get mad if you don't tell me," he said staring at her long legs with a patch of panty showing between them.

With her shapely thighs and panties so exposed, he loved when she sat like that with her knees up. He wished she'd sit like that in front of his friends. His sexual fantasy is watching his friends gangbang her but, a one man woman, she'd never go for that. She'd never have sex with anyone but him. If nothing more than his sexual fantasy, he'd loved to watch one of his friends take her from behind while she blew the other before switching off until all of his four friends had their cock in her mouth and in her pussy. He could just picture her sucking them before fucking them. He could just picture them cumming all over her face, her hair, and her breasts and giving her a real cum bath.

"Really, it's nothing. I was just thinking. Go back to reading your newspaper. I promise not to stare at you," she said with a little laugh.

"C'mon tell me. I'm curious now. What is it?"

"Well," she said pausing to take her finger to her lip as if she was about to suck it. "I have this sexual fantasy. I've had it for a long time and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Okay," he said folding his newspaper and putting it down. "So far so good. Why would I get mad over you having a sexual fantasy?"

"Because," she gave him a sexy smile along with a look of wickedness.

As if she was a little girl, she lifted the hem of her skirt to play with the material. He could really see her panties now and she was making him horny. He wondered if she was teasing him on purpose. She always makes him horny whenever she teases him. She's just so damn beautiful that he wished he could have sex with her every day.

"Because what?" Sometimes it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of her. He seldom knew what was on her dirty mind.

"Because my sexual fantasy involves your friends?" She giggled out the word friends. He loved her giggle.

"My friends? A sexual fantasy with you and my friends?"

Now he was the one looking at her, staring at her actually. Was his sexual fantasy about to come true. Finally, was she willing to agree to have a gangbang?

"Yes," she said flipping back her long, lush, blonde hair with a toss of her head and a gentle wave of her hand.

He imagined her flipping back her blonde hair while one of her friends was fucking her from behind and just before taking another one of his friend's cock in her mouth. God, she was so sexy. He'd love to watch her having sex with his friends.

He imagine her naked in a room with his four, horny friends. He imagined her sucking and fucking one after another before they all piled on top of her touching her, licking her, and fucking her. He imagined videotaping the whole thing to play over and again while masturbating to the naked sight of her as she serviced his four friends.

"A gangbang? Is that it? You want to pull a train with Michael, Bill, Glenn, and Ron? Oh, boy, hot damn. Holy shit. I've always wanted to watch you with my--"

"Slow down cowboy. I bet you'd wish I'd agree to being gangbanged," she said with a laugh. "Just because you believe that a gangbang is every woman's sexual fantasy Lance, I can assure you that it's not mine."

"What is it then?"

He looked at her while wondering what a woman who looks like her would sexually fantasy about when rubbing her clit and fingering her nipples. Do beautiful women have sexual fantasies too? He wondered about rich and famous women? Do hot, female celebrities have sexual fantasies too? Why would anyone who was rich and/or famous have a sexual fantasy when they could have anyone at any time?

"I'm not sure if I want to tell you now. With you thinking that the only sexual fantasy me worth having his being gangbanged by your friends, I'd rather not tell you what my sexual fantasy is now."

"C'mon Susan. Tell me. Please? I promise I won't laugh," he said.

With the gangbang out of the question, the image of his four naked friends with his super hot girlfriend faded from his mind. Even though he still wondered what she was thinking, she was right, he didn't care as much now what her sexual fantasy was now that she wasn't thinking about being gangbanged by his four friends. Still, not a man unwilling to listen to his woman's sexual fantasy, he was curious to know what it was just the same.

"Promise you won't laugh at me," she said putting her feet on the floor and denying her a look between her legs.

"I promise I won't laugh. Now tell me," he said staring in her blue eyes.

She stared at him as if wondering if she should tell him or not. Then, she just blurted it out as if she was telling him what she wanted for breakfast.

"I want to be spanked."

"Pardon. Sorry. I though you said that you want to be spanked."

"I did. I want to be spanked. My sexual fantasy is wanting to be spanked."

As if he was an American Indian about to put war paint on his face to go to war, Lance removed the elastic from his long, black hair. Proud of his hair, he had beautiful, blue black hair. After learning what her sexual fantasy was, he looked at her with new insight and a renewed sexual appreciation of her. From the first day he met her, when she asked to drive his car and drove it faster than he ever could, this woman was always so full of surprises. Always enjoying flashing her sexy body, she took him with her on flashing adventures he never thought he'd enjoy. He always thought he'd be jealous if another man looked lustfully at his girlfriend. Instead, he was sexually excited that she was willing to try something new, even if it was her flashing her hot body to other mend now being spanked instead of being gangbanged. Nonetheless, he wondered where his friends fit in with her being spanked.

"Lemme get this straight so that I understand and there's no misunderstanding. You want to be spanked? Is that it? Do I have that right?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," she said with a sexy laugh.

"You mean, spanked through your clothes, your pants or your short skirt?"

"No. Spanking me through my clothes is like you kissing your sister, although knowing you, you'd probably enjoy kissing your sister," she said with a laugh.

"Ha, ha, very funny. So, back to your sexual fantasy, you want me to lift up your skirt and spank you through your panties?"

"You're getting warmer," she said with a dirty laugh while putting her finger to her lips again.

"Fuck me. No way. You want me to lift up your short skirt, pull down your panties to expose your naked ass and your trimmed, blonde pussy before spanking you?"

"Yes."

"Fuck me. I hit the jackpot. I just died and went to Heaven," he said with a laugh before looking at her with a question. "Only, I don't understand. What does your sexual fantasy of being spanked have to do with my four, horny friends?"

"I want you to spank me in front of your four, horny friends," she said looking at him as if she had just done something wrong instead of about to do something good, so good that it was bad, very bad.

"Just so I understand and there's no misunderstanding late when I do this to you and you hit me over the head with a frying pan..."

"Yes?"

"You want me to put you over my knees,"

"Yes," she said getting more sexually excited.

"Lift up your short skirt, pull down your panties to exposed your naked ass and your pussy to my four, horny friends..."

"Yes," she said putting her hand between her legs and slowly rubbing herself through her panty.

"...before spanking you in front of my four, horny friends? Is that it?''

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes," she said throwing back her had as if she had just had an orgasm, "but," she said looking at him. 

"But what?"

"I get to chose which friends."

"Which friends? I only have four friends Susan."

"That's true but Michael leers at me. Bill never stops staring between my legs as if waiting to see my pussy magical appear. Glenn stares at my tits all the time. And Ron drools."

"Before I invite them over I'll talk to them. I'll tell Michael not to leer at you, Bill to stop staring between your legs, Glenn not to stare at your tits, and Ron not to drool. Okay?"

"Okay. Only, I'm concerned about Bill."

"What about Bill?"

"He's a pussy man and what if he goes crazy when he sees my trimmed, blonde pussy?"

"I'll talk to him. Okay? Don't worry. I'll explain that if he wants to be part of our little showing there's no sniffing, touching, fingering, and licking. Okay?"

"Okay," she said. "Oh my God. I'm so excited that you're going to finally spank me in front of your four friends. How hot is that?"

"Actually, that's my line Susan. How hot is that? That's hot," he said with a laugh.

"I do have one condition though."

"One condition?"

"Yeah."

"What's your condition?"

"Tit for tat."

"Tit for tat? What's that? What does that mean?"

"If you spank me I get to spank you."

"Even though I'm not really into being spanked, that's your thing and not my thing," he said as if pondering being spanked. "Yeah, sure, what the Hell? No problem. It that's what it takes for me to spank your naked ass in front of my friends, you can spank my ass anytime baby," he said with a satisfied smile.

"Moreover, I get to spank your naked ass in front my friends," she said with a sexy smile. "Just as you spank my ass in front of your friends, I spank your ass in front of my friends."

Not thinking that her sexual fantasy of him exposing her naked body could get any better, it did when she wanted to expose his naked body to her friends.

"Just as you got to choose which of my friends will watch you being spanked, do I get to choose which of your friends will watch me being spanked?"

"You said it yourself Lance. You only have four friends. My choice wasn't much of a choice. And no, you don't get to pick which of my friends to watch you being spanked. Not all of my friends are as open minded as I am when it comes to sex, especially when it comes to sex," said Susan.

"Okay, you can spank me in front of whichever friends you choose," he said with a pause and a smile, "so long as you understand it's a little different for a man than a woman."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that my chances are good that with your spanking my naked ass in front of your friends that your friends will see more than my naked ass. They'll see my erect prick and balls too."

"So, what's so different with me spanking you and you spanking me? The chances are good that you're friends will see my naked, wet pussy," she said with a smile of touché.

"Hot damn," he said studying her. "Can I show them your tits too?"

"My tits? How are you going to do that? Strip me naked?"

"I'll figure something out."

"I don't know if I want your horny friends seeing my tits."

"Why not?"

"Because they stare at my tits now through my clothes. What are they going to do after they see my big naked jugs? Besides Glenn would have a heart attack if he saw my big boobs. He'd want to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them," she said closing her eyes while rubbing her panty again."

"Which of your friends are you going to invite to watch you spank me?"

"I don't know yet," she said.

"You know, I was just thinking..."

"What?"

"It's up to you but..."

"What?"

"In addition to your friends, if you wanted to invite your mother and your sister to watch you spank me I would be adverse to that," he said with a sly smile.

"My mother and my sister? Eww. God, you're such a pervert. It's not enough that you can't wait to expose your cock to my friends. Now you want to show yourself to my mother and sister. You're unbelievable Lance."

"Hey, what can I say? You inspired me," he said with a laugh.

She gave him a naughty look. 

"I can't promise you anything but I'll ask them. I just have to think of a way to put it. I mean, I just can call my mom and sister and say, Mom? Sis? Would you like to come over to watch me strip Lance naked while I paddle his ass. Only, when he's all exposed, don't stare at his cock and balls too much," she said with a dirty laugh.

"That works for me," said Lance.

*   *   *   *   *

That Friday night, Lance invited his four friends over to his apartment. Thinking they were getting together to play poker, he didn't tell them that he was inviting them over to watch him strip Susan naked and spank her naked ass. Lance at arranged four chairs in a semi-circle while his chair was positioned further back and in the center. He took his seat and motioned to the others to take their seat too.

"What is this a classroom Lance?" Michael looked at him as if he was joking.

"I thought we were playing cards," said Bill.

"What's with the chairs?" Glenn looked from the chairs to Lance.

"Where's Susan?" Ron wiped a little bit of drool from his lip.

"Susan? Where are you? Are you ready?"

"I'll be right there," she said from behind the closed bedroom door.

"We've arranged for a special surprise for you guys," said Lance.

"Surprise?" Michael looked at his friend with trepidation. "What kind of surprise?"

"So long as the surprise involves Susan, I like surprises," said Bill.

"Me too," said Glenn. "Any surprise with Susan is okay with me."

"What's the surprise Lance? I can't wait to see," said Ron wiping away a little more drool again just as Susan opened her bedroom door and emerged with a dress not much longer than a belt.

"Wow," said Michael. "That's some dress Susan."

"Holy crap Susan. I don't know how you're going to sit down without exposing your panty clad pussy to us," said Bill. "I just love pussies," said Bill to Glenn and Ron.

"Nice stems," said Glenn while staring at the big impressions her breasts made in her dress.

"What's stems?" Ron looked from Susan to Glenn.

"Her legs," said Glenn.

"Oh," said Ron. "Nice stems Susan," said Ron wiping a drip of drool from his lip again.

"Susan has a sexual fantasy," said Lance looking from Michael to Bill to Glenn and to Ron. "Her fantasy is that she wants to be spanked in front of you guys."

"No way," said Michael.

"Fuck me," said Bill.

"Holy shit," said Glenn.

"Can I masturbate while watching you spank her," said Ron.

"Do you mind if Ron masturbates while I spank you Susan?"

"Me casa su casa," said Susan.

"Yeah, sure Ron, you can masturbate. Here's a napkin," said Lance.

"Thanks Lance, you're a pal," said Ron.

"Anyone else want to masturbate while I paddle Susan's round, firm ass."

"I'll pass," said Michael.

"I'll wait until I get home," said Bill.

"I don't mind if I do," said Glenn accepting a napkin from Lance and unzipping himself before looking at Ron already holding his cock in hand.

There are rules though to Susan's spanking and public humiliation. Okay?"

"What's the rules?" Michael looked at Ron and Glenn with their cocks in their hands and rolled his eyes.

"When Susan is over my knee, there's no sniffing, no touching, no fingering, and no licking."

"Fuck," said Bill. "That takes nearly all of the fun out of seeing her naked pussy."

"Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah," said Glenn and Ron together as if they were about to run a race.

Lance stood and gave Susan a long, wet kiss before reaching his hands down to the hem of her dress and lifting it all the way up to her shoulders.

"Holy shit," said Michael unzipping himself as soon as he saw Susan in her panty and bra. "I'm going to need a napkin Lance," said Michael accepting a napkin from Lance.

Then, with a quick pull, Lance pulled Susan's panty down and off.

"Fuck me," said Bill, once he saw Susan's naked ass and pussy. "I'm going to need a napkin too," said Bill accepting a napkin from Lance.

Ron and Glenn were stroking to all that they were seeing.

"Assume the position Susan," said Lance. 

As soon as Susan draped her body over her boyfriend's lap, Lance reached down and lifted her D cup bra. As if he dropped two nuclear weapons, her big breasts fell before hanging in mid air.

"Oh, my God," said Glenn. "Wow! Look at the size of her tits."

"Thank you Jesus," said Ron while stroking himself harder and faster.

True to his word, Lance spanked Susan's naked ass a dozen time. With Susan's ass, pussy, and tits in plain view of the four men, it didn't take the men long to ejaculate their cum in their napkins while Susan had an orgasm over experiencing her sexual fantasy.

"Thank you Lance for giving me my sexual fantasy," said Susan giving her boyfriend another big, wet kiss before turning to face Glenn while pulling her bra over her big tits and bending at the waist in front of Bill to pull up her panties before pulling down her dress. One by one, she walked over to Michael, Bill, Glenn, and Ron. She wrapped her fingers around each of their cocks to stroke them a couple of times before taking them in her mouth to suck them for a couple of seconds. 

"Thank you for being part of my sexual fantasy," said Susan to the four men before disappearing in her bedroom. "Maybe next time, we can have a gangbang," she said. "I'll think about it."

"A gangbang! Oh my God, Susan, that would make me so happy if you gangbanged my four friends," said Lance.

"Me too," said Michael with a laugh.

"I second that," said Bill.

"Ditto for me," said Glenn.

"What's a gangbang," said Ron.

"It's where we all have sex with Susan," said Glenn.

"No way," said Ron. "Are we having sex with her now?"

"No," said Glenn. "She's going to think about it."

Their cue to leave, Susan and Lance had hot pillow talk over all that happened before having even hotter sex.

*   *   *   *   *

The next night, Saturday night, Susan's mother and sister accepted Susan's invitation to watch Lance being spanked. Susan also invited her best friends, Marsha and Elizabeth over for some sexy fun at Lance's expense. With the chairs arranged in the same way they were staged the night before, everyone took their seat to watch Susan as if she was sitting up on stage.

"I invited you here because as part of my sexual fantasy that Lance was good enough to satisfy last night..."

"What's your sexual fantasy?" Susan's mother looked at her daughter with love."

"To be spanked," said Susan.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child, I knew I should have spanked you when you were a little girl," said her mother.

"It's not the same then as it is now, Mom," said Susan's sister. 

"What do you mean?" Susan's mother looked to both of her daughters for enlightenment.

"Spanking is a sexual thing," said Susan's sister.

"Oh. OHHH," said Susan's mother. "I didn't know that. Duh," she said laughing and making everyone in the room laugh.

"Without any further buildup or delay, I give you my boyfriend, Lance," said Susan as Lance emerged from the bedroom wearing just a towel.

"Hi Lance," said Susan's mother. "We can wait until you get dressed. There's no hurry, is there Susan? I mean, his ass will still be there now or ten minutes from now," she said with a nervous laugh.

"I am dressed," said Lance releasing the towel.

"Oh, my," said Susan's mother.

"Lucky you," said Susan's sister.

"Gees, he sure has a big cock," said Marsha to Elizabeth.

"I wouldn't mind feeling that monster in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy," whispered Elizabeth to Marsha.




Spank Me in Front of Your Friends



"The other part of my sexual fantasy is that I'm to spank Lance. Assume the position Lance," said Susan paddling his ass with her soft hand a dozen times and having to switch hands when her hand became too sore to continue. "Well, that's our little show," she said to her mother, her sister, and her two friends."

"What about us?" Her mother looked from one daughter to the other daughter before looking at Susan's too friends?"

"What do you mean, what about us?" Susan looked at her mother.

"Yeah, what about our sexual fantasies?" Susan's sister stared at Lance's cock while running a slow tongue across her red, full lips.

"I'd like for Lance to give us a sexy dance as if he's a CFNM dancer," said Marsha.

"And I'd like for Lance to give the audience members a special, private show, if you know what I mean," said Elizabeth holding her hand to her mouth and moving it back and forth as if she was giving a blowjob.

"It's only fair Susan," said Lance. "Just as I sacrificed my naked body for the sake of your sexual fantasy Susan, I'm willing to sacrifice the rest of my naked body for your mother's, sister's, and for your friend's sexual fantasy and sexual enjoyment," he said walking over to Elizabeth first.

"I bet you would," said Susan giving him a dirty look before relenting. "Well, it's only fair, I guess," said Susan folding her arms, "after I gave your friends what they so wanted in their sexual fantasies too."

Elizabeth grabbed his cock as if it was the door prize at a holiday fair. She stroked him while staring up at him before taking him deep in her mouth. Stroking him harder with her hand while moving her head back and forth, she was sucking him, really blowing him before letting go of him to give her friend, Marsha, a turn at his cock. Marsha sucked Lance as if she was a woman just released from prison after serving a long stretch. Then, Susan watched her sister take her boyfriend in her mouth while stroking him too. Susan's mother, ready to join in the fun, already had her blouse and bra off.

"Play with my titties Lance while I suck my future son," she said sucking Susan' boyfriend. 

Lance touched, felt, fondled, and caressed Mommy tits while pulling, turning, twising, and fingering her hard, erect nipples. Unable to hold back any longer, Lance put a firm hand to the back of Mom's head and let go with a huge volume of cum. She continued stroking him while sucking him until she swallowed all that he gave.

"Maybe next time, Lance," said Elizabeth, "your fantasy should be to fuck us."

"I'm game," said Marsha.

"I could use a good fuck," said Susan sister.

"Why wait? We're all here. Let's fuck him now. Get him ladies," said Susan's mother chasing Lance in the bedroom with Elizabeth, Marsha, and Susan's sister diving on the bed after them.

"Well, everyone has a sexual fantasy I guess," said Susan looking out to her Literotican fans "What's yours?"

THE END 



Spank Me, Please!



I heard the door open, and looked up. There he was, right on time. At 7:55 each morning, Joshua came into the coffee shop near campus, where I was working as a barista. I'd been there about six months, since the start of the school year, and had gotten to know several of the regulars pretty well. But Joshua especially. He was an attractive man, which had gotten my attention initially, but more importantly, we had instantly hit it off.

We bantered back and forth in our brief conversations each morning, obvious chemistry fueling our jokes and stories. He had an uncanny way of remembering everything I'd ever shared with him about my life. From a series of two-minute interactions each day, he had pieced together enough information about me to come up with surprising insights now and then, and he was one of the few people who always noticed if I was especially happy or a bit down.

And then there was his meticulous persona, which fascinated me. He was always impeccably dressed, his tailored suits showing off his strong physique. He always kept the same routine, arriving at the same time and ordering the same drink: a grande low-foam latte, at exactly 169 degrees. And believe me, as charming and friendly as he could be, he wasn't afraid to send back the drink if it wasn't exactly as he liked it. This behavior in itself could have been irritating, or at least comical. But he also had an easy-going confidence that was endearing.

Joshua was 39, he had shared one day, to my 20. He was a divorced businessman, and I was a single college student. But in spite of these differences, our friendship was easy, never forced. Our banter sometimes bordered on double-entendre, and I'd noticed him checking me out now and then, but somehow it didn't bother me the way it might with other guys. He never failed to pay more attention to my mood or my words than my chest, and that was enough for me to trust his motives.

I should probably explain that I am an unusually attractive young woman, so attention from men is nothing new. I'm 5'8" and sexy, 36-28-34. My most noticable features are my natural red hair, which I wear long and in waves, and my big blue eyes. As a somewhat jealous friend said to me once, quoting her favorite 80's movie, "I don't think it's a matter of opinion, empirically you are attractive." 

Which was all well and good, but I tried to explain to her that it didn't automatically bring me what I wanted from a relationship. Believe it or not, a girl can grow tired of guys obsessing over her perfect body and doing everything in their power to get her in the sack.

Joshua interrupted this daydream with another of his uncanny comments.

"So, Amanda. How's life? Do you have all that you want and need?"

I blushed. How did this guy always seem to know what I was thinking?

"Well, I can't say I have everything, but I can't complain, either!"

"That's a great attitude, but a beautiful, talented young woman like yourself shouldn't settle. You should go for what you want."

"Well, OK, but I don't know if I can do that right here in the coffee shop," I replied with a wink, a deliberate attempt at double entendre.

Smiling, Joshua made the most of an opening I hadn't even realized I'd given him. "Well then, perhaps it's time you let me take you away from here, so that we can talk more about exploring your desires in life. Let me buy you a drink sometime?"

I blushed again. I had told myself when I took this job that I wouldn't date customers. But this was different - it was Joshua, who had become my friend. And it was also Joshua, a very attractive and intriguing man I'd be happy to have a drink with. What the hell.

"OK, sure, I'd love to!"

"Great. Shall we say tomorrow evening? Looking forward to it already, Amanda."

The time passed like molasses. I have to admit, it surprised me how much I was looking forward to the date, like a giddy schoolgirl. Would I enjoy his company as much on a 'real date' as I did in our brief moments together at the coffee shop? Could he possibly offer me something I hadn't yet found in a relationship? That element that was missing with the younger guys I'd been out with recently? 

We had agreed to meet at the bar. I was so nervous that, even after taking an hour to settle on my favorite little black dress, I still showed up 15 minutes early. I ordered a glass of red wine and waited. When he arrived, right on time of course, he spotted me instantly, and gave me a warm smile and wave from across the room. He joined me at the bar and ordered a drink - Maker's Mark Manhattan, straight up, with a cherry. Of course.

"So, Amanda, you're looking lovely this evening. How are you?"

Still waiting for the alcohol to calm my nerves a bit, I babbled. Told him about my classes that semester, about the phone conversation I'd had with my mom that day, about tensions between baristas at the coffee shop. When I realized I'd talked for ten minutes straight, I came up with an open-ended question for him, hoping he'd take over.

"So, how did you get into the construction business?"

I knew he owned his own construction company, but had no idea of the story he shared with me now, about how he had started at the very bottom, as an hourly worker on jobsites, and worked his way up. I studied his strong hands as he talked, and admired his ability to move from grunt work to company ownership.

He then moved on to sharing a bit more about his divorce - it came up because he'd had a phone call from his ex just before joining me that evening. She was a 'good woman,' but there were certain unmet needs in the relationship, and it just wasn't working out.

"So, Amanda, let's get back to our conversation yesterday. It's clear to me that there's something you want out of life that you're not sure how to get, or you're afraid to ask for."

Again, just as I had yesterday, I blushed. Did that give him a clue?

With a wink, he asks, "Surely a hottie such as yourself is able to get laid anytime she likes, so that's not the problem?"

I laugh, and confirm that indeed, I have no trouble finding men who want to get inside my pants.

"But I notice that you didn't object when I brought up sex, so that makes me guess that your unfulfilled desire is sexual, perhaps something you think is a little kinky?"

This time, I blush hotter than I have before. I feel like my entire body must be bright red. Before I can stop myself, I nod, confirming that he is on to something.

"Since you're here with me, I'm assuming your desire isn't to be with another woman?"

"Right."

"And more to the point, since you're here with me, there's something that intrigues you about being with a strong, exacting man."

After a long pause, he continues, "An older, demanding man. You want to be spanked, don't you?"

I immediately break eye contact with him and look down at the table, humiliated. He's right, of course, but I hadn't admitted it even to myself until I heard the words come out of his mouth. And his perception has left me feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable.

"Look at me, Amanda. Amanda. Look into my eyes. You don't need to be ashamed. Tell me what you want."

I blush once more, and squirm in my chair, but don't take my eyes off his. 

"I want you to spank my ass."

He smiled, and let my admission float in the silence of the air for a moment before replying.

"I thought you looked like you needed a spanking. Why don't we finish up here and go back to my place?"

After a short drive, we arrive at his place. Nothing about the apartment surprises me; it is impeccably tidy and organized, but also very warm and inviting, with beautiful artwork gracing the walls and candles, which he proceeds to light, everywhere.

He leads me to the bedroom and asks me to sit on the edge of the bed. Moving slowly and methodically (or does it just seem that way to me, my heart racing), he opens his closet door and then the lowest drawer of a dresser within. One by one, he pulls out various objects and places them gently on the bed next to me.

A silk cloth. A belt. A leather paddle. A long, thin, carved piece of wood. A small metal rod. A plastic ruler. I'm terrified, but also intrigued. And wet.

Standing over me, Joshua asks, "Amanda, are you sure you're ready to do this?"

I nod, looking up at him with a combination of bewildered innocence and excited lust.

"OK, then I'm going to ask you to follow my instructions. Keep in mind, you need to trust completely and follow instructions exactly, otherwise the punishment may be even greater."

I nod again, and await his first instruction.

"Stand up, turn around, bend over, and keep your hands on the bed."

When I did so, I realized that I could no longer see Joshua, or the various implements he had set out on the bed. It was then that I truly realized my vulnerability. With no way to anticipate what was coming next, I couldn't possibly prepare myself. I was completely at his mercy. 

SLAP. I recoiled, jumping away from the pain, but quickly remembering his instructions and resuming my position.

"Good girl. That was my hand. Would you like it harder? Softer?"

"Softer."

SLAP. His touch was ever-so-slightly less harsh. And so our rules were established. He was in charge, and I was to follow his rules, his directions. But he would ask what I liked, ask for my guidance for his next touch. If ever I forgot myself, and reached back in an attempt to take control, the punishment was swift. He would grab me by the hair, pressing his body into mine, and whisper into my ear, reminding me of our respective roles. His warm presence, his body enveloping mine, was a comforting but firm lesson.

One by one, he introduced me to each of his toys. For a time, I remained fully clothed. Then, without warning, he yanked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties down to my knees. Now I felt the harsher sting of each object against my skin - wood, metal, plastic. The pain was incredible, but the rosy warmth that took over after each swat melded with the psychological turn-on of giving up control, and before long I was begging for more.

I quickly learned that my favorite was his hand. He alternated between the lightest brushing of my skin, causing me to quiver with excitement, to the hardest slap of his big hand against my ass, and every touch in between. He would occasionally reward me by letting his hand travel to quickly brush or slap my clit, only to return his attention to my ass before I could move too far towards orgasm.

Suddenly, after a particularly hard slap that left me whimpering, he stopped. Seconds went by, perhaps a couple of minutes, I really couldn't tell. I knew better than to turn and look, and was left alone with my own thoughts and my oh-so-tender ass. Was it wrong to enjoy this so much? Should I worry about the dark reasons behind the fact that I had sought out an older man to spank me? Why was I turned on so much more by tonight's scenario than I had ever been by the standard dinner, movie, and a quick fuck with a guy my own age?

Just when I was on the verge of an answer, understanding that tonight's encounter involved more mutual respect and intimacy than your typical wham bam thank you ma'am, he was back. He pulled my panties all the way off now, helping me step out of them and tossing them onto the bed in front of me. He pushed my legs further apart, leaving my dripping pussy completely exposed.

I jumped as he pressed the cold metal rod against my clit, but began writhing against it as he left it there, pressed firmly against my skin. Just as I was getting into a groove, the rod was gone. Again, I whimpered. Then, silence. More empty time and space, as I wondered what was coming next.

I could feel his warmth as he approached me from behind. He was naked now, and I moaned with pleasure as his cock easily slid between my legs and came to a rest against my pussy. Then, another unexpected sensation, as I felt some sort of cool gel land on my lower back from above. He slowly began massaging my skin, starting with the small of my back as he rubbed his cock rhythmically on my pussy lips.

Soon, his hands were on my ass, but this time with no violent swats, only the gentlest soothing touch as the cool lotion served to ease the pain of my red-hot skin. Gradually, he worked his fingers towards my tight asshole, squirting more lotion there as he arrived.

"Relax," he whispered into my ear, and I responded instantly, my body melting completely into his. Had I known what was coming next, I might have risked the inevitable punishment to object, but by this point in the evening, I had given up trying to anticipate his next move.

He pulled his cock away from my pussy, replacing it with his hand, and thrusting three fingers into me. Groaning with pleasure, I ground against his hand, ready to move towards the orgasm that I assumed he would finally allow me to enjoy. Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled out his fingers and forced several inches of his hard cock into my ass. I cried out with shock and pain, and he froze, waiting for my virgin ass to adjust to his girth.

Soon, pleasure overwhelmed pain, and I allowed him to begin slow thrusts, first just a few inches, then finally his whole shaft. For the first time that night, I felt the roles of our little spanking game slip away. He was beginning to lose control, and was going to allow me pleasure unencumbered by instructions or suspense.

He was soon fucking my ass with total abandon, slamming into me with powerful, fast thrusts. After his hand had fallen from my pussy, I reached back to stroke my own clit, knowing he was too much in the moment to punish me for moving my hand. 

I began to succumb to a powerful orgasm, my entire body throbbing with pleasure. I squealed with pleasure as my juices shot from my pussy. Joshua quickly reached down, caught what he could with his fingers, which he then forced into my mouth as he finally let himself go.

He pulled out of me just in time to shoot his load all over my still-tingling ass cheeks. I collapsed onto the bed, and he soon followed suit, slowly stroking my ass as we both recovered from our powerful orgasms.

After making sure I was OK with what had taken place - and I assured him I was more than OK with it - and asking whether I would be interested in a sequel - an enthusiastic yes - he drove me back to my apartment. "See you for coffee tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, bright and early!" 



Spank Me, Please!



I am to be punished... with a spanking...

But, first... I am to stand in my corner, dressed as Master requested. My hair unbound, red and black striped corset, cinched tightly with black gartered hose and heels...my lower half bare... 

Master always makes me wait in the corner, sometimes for just a few minutes...sometimes for half an hour, longer it always seems. When I am in the corner, I never know just how long I have been standing unless Master tells me. The wait this time seems much longer than a half-hour, Master must really be disappointed with me... My legs are starting to ache from standing straight, I so want to bend them...just a little, to relieve the tension... but I dare not... To take my mind off the time and the stiffness... I look at the wall, my eyes following minuscule cracks...imagining they are little forms of creatures or some such thing... My mind drifted off and started thinking about the punishment spanking that Master was going to give me. I did feel very bad about what I had done...knew that I needed a hard spanking. My stomach felt like it was doing little flips as I thought about how much the spanking I was going to get would hurt... and what kind Master was going to administer... It frightened me and excited me all at the same time... My insides clenched with the anticipated pain and pleasure...My nipples hardened so tight, almost painfully so... I hesitate for a few seconds, listening... Then I slip my left middle finger between my pussy lips. Mmmm... they are so slick and swollen... Quickly I move my hand away. If Master caught me touching myself, I would get extra punishments... One of them is not being allowed to have an orgasm, no matter what Master did to bring it on...

I can hear Master's footsteps in the hallway... a wave of relief sweeps over me... I would be able to get out of my corner and have my spanking over with. I can hear Master open the door to the room and then silence... utter... complete... silence...

"Come here, Soumis..."

The suddenness of hearing Master's quiet deep voice startled me. I turn from my corner and feel Master's eyes on me as He watches me walk toward Him. I knew He was sitting on His leather couch...His long legs slightly extended out...I slowly went to Master's right side and stood... only looking down at His thighs and the tips of my high heeled shoes, as required. Master had the leather paddle in His right hand... noooo... He must be very, very disappointed with me... Remorse washes over me... a few tears well up in my eyes... slip over the edge and start to roll down my cheeks. 

"I'm sorry that I've disappointed you, Sir"... I say in a soft, trembling voice. 

"Yes... you have disappointed me, love. Very much so..." 

"Yes, Sir" 

"And..." 

I dread this part...why couldn't Master just spank me... not make me ask for my own punishment.

"Would Master please give His Soumis the spanking that she deserves..." the words tumbling from my lips in a nervous hurry.

"Oh... I will... Your Master will punish you properly... Now over my lap" 

I hesitated for only a split second...

"Now...or is my Soumis looking for more...?" 

I gingerly kneeled on the couch, settling myself over Master's lap... my hips over His right thigh. Master adjusts His legs so that His right leg is a bit higher than His left, pushing my bottom up. In this position my breasts spilled out of the top of my corset and onto the cold leather. It made me jump a little... Master pushed onto my tightly bound waist with his left arm and brought the paddle down hard across my bottom. I couldn't help myself... I yelped in surprise at the smack... and the pain...

"Do NOT test me... settle into position... now..." I could hear the impatience in Master's voice...deeper and quieter...

I quickly complied...stretching myself out... my arms pushed forward, my palms touching the arm of the couch and my ankles crossed...

Master's right hand caressed my stinging bottom... Above me His deep voice quiet... "I do not want to hear you... not a sound. You will not move unless I tell you... do you understand me?" All I could do was nod my head and whisper..." Yes, Sir..." His hand continued to softly rub my bottom... 

"Good girl..." and the sting of the paddle smacks flowed across my bottom in a wave of pain...

I tried to count the strokes but soon gave up, all I could think about was how much the paddle hurt... I whimpered each time the paddle came down... It hurt so...sooo bad...but I wanted the next one... I wanted the pain...my pussy clenched and little "shock" waves lit along my nerve endings... I tried to be a good girl and not clench my buttocks, but the paddle hurt so much...

"Ahh...ahh... not a good idea my little whore... It's just going to hurt worse..." I hear Master say above me...

Then He stopped... Blessedly He stopped... His hand slid along my bottom... His cool fingers felt glorious on my heated cheeks...the pain radiated wherever His fingers weren't touching... I whimpered and squirmed a little, just a little...

Master sighed... "What did I tell you...?" and the sting of the paddle smacks flowed across my bottom again in a wave of pain...

Master covered my bottom rhythmically with paddle strokes, from the upper side of the curve of my ass down to my lower cheeks, to just above my thighs. Tears welled up and spilled over onto my cheeks... I let out a soft cry... In response, Master raised His leg a little, pushing my bottom up, and gave me several more strokes across my lower cheeks. I clenched my bottom with the pain of each stroke and then relaxed a little just as it seemed He was going to slow down... He then deliberately gave my ass another very hard smack with His right hand... I flinched and cried out... 

Suddenly, Master's left hand was tangled up in my hair and pulling me back, arching my body tensely...

His mouth close to my ear..."Mm...mmm...mmmm...Soumis..."

His hand softly rubbing the sting... 

"Why..." His hand crashes down... His hand rubs softly... 

"Can't..." His hand crashes down... His hand rubs softly... 

"You..." His hand crashes down... His hand rubs softly... 

"Listen...?" His hand crashed down... His hand rubbed softly...

Master's hand came crashing down again and again. He paddled me harder than He has ever before, using the full swing of His arm to bring the paddle across His naughty girl's bottom. I started to sob... tears streaming down my face... it hurt sooo .. sooo badly... but I still wanted it! 

I tried to get away from His punishment... I uncrossed my ankles and pushed against the arm of the couch... Master roughly pulled me back further... He's enjoying my struggles... He's reveling in me trying to get away from His punishing strokes... I can feel His cock pressed hard against my side... I'm sure He could feel my body tense with the pain of each stroke as He pulled on me tightly with His left hand still in my hair...

"Mmmmm...is my slut trying to get away from her Master...?" His voice deeper... more aggressive... His hand roughly gliding long my cheeks...

"No...no...nooo... Sir..." I stutter tearfully...

Master's hand swiftly crashes down on my blazing ass cheeks... I jerk and screech in pain...

"Try again..?" 

His hand softly rubbing my screaming cheeks... He let go of my hair slightly... I slumped forward as far as I could go... I can feel Master's cock... hard... thick...straining against my ribs.

"Yes, Sir... I'm so very sorry, Sir..." my voice trembling with tears...

"Never lie to me..." 

Master counts out twenty-five strokes against my buttocks... the pain is excruciating, but with each one my pussy clenches and the ache inside get heavier... I whimper with each stroke, tears streaming down my face... and then He stops paddling me, letting go of my hair, my head falls forward. Master caresses my bottom with the palm of His right hand...then down over my upper thighs. I can feel the heat...the pain is intensifying wherever He isn't rubbing... I wiggle my bottom minutely... wanting His fingers to slide down further, towards another aching place.

"Please...Please...touch me..." I whisper under my breath...

"Is there something you want...?"

I stiffen slightly... afraid to tell Him... He said not to lie...

"Yes, Sir..." 

Master's right hand slides slowly down my cheeks... His long fingers spreading over my plump bottom...

"What is it, Soumis...? What is it that you want..?" 

His fingers sliding lower... the middle one slipping between my thighs... Oooh..yesss...my hips lifting ever so slightly...

"I .. I.. want..." I start to nervously stutter...

Master's hand slaps my ass with His left hand...

"How do you ask for something...especially from your Master...?" 

I hesitate... Again, Master's hand slaps my ass with His left hand... the pain is unbelievable, but yet it sends shivers through me...my nipples harden... my insides clench...

"Hmmm...? Do I need to make you tell me? I can spank you all night with this paddle..." 

His finger slides further down... where I want Him to go...

I didn't answer quick enough and Master's left hand delivers another series of smacks with the paddle... simultaneously His right hand roughly pushes my thighs apart... His fingers thrust into my quivering wetness. I cry out in ecstasy... pain... pleasure... then He stops.

"Is there something you want?"... with each word Master slides His fingers in further... Then He starts to slip His fingers out...

"No..no...no...please, don't stop..." I whisper softly... 

Master's fingers slide further in... I can feel His hand come off my ass cheek... "no..no..." I clench my muscles inside my pussy, around Master's fingers...not going to let go...

"If it pleases Master, His Soumis wishes to have release..." as I squirm against His hand, wanting it back where it was...I lift my hips up again, but only slightly... Hoping His hand would slide down...in further... to touch my pleasure zone...

Master's hand slows down... then quickens... His fingers finding all the right places... 

"What kind of release does my whore want?" He whispers in my ear...

"Master's Soumis wishes to cum..." I can barely say it...

"How badly...?" His voice gravelly... His tongue slides along the rim of my ear... my whole body shudders...

"Master's Soumis wishes to cum very badly... She is so close now..." my voice is trembling with my need. 

"Then, No..." and Master slides His hand from between my warm thighs...trailing my wetness across my stinging cheeks...I lay in stunned silence and in desperate need...

"Sir... have I done something wrong...?" I say almost tearfully...

"Of course you have... and now I'm going to punish you in a whole other way..." Master growls in my ear... "Now get up and sit on my lap with your legs spread over mine..."

I quickly do as Master bids... He adjusts His legs so that my feet sit on the floor... His cock is sliding up against my wetness... My ass cheeks hurt so badly as they rest against His legs... My insides ache for His cock to be inside...pushing up into me... fucking me...

After the pain delivered by the paddle, Master's caresses feel so very good. His hands slide across my painfully burning cheeks... soothingly... It causes me to squirm a bit... trying to rub against Master's very hard thick cock... Suddenly His hands grab tightly onto the sides of my ass cheeks... I yelp and jerk slightly... Master grabs a handful of hair and yanks roughly, pulling me back towards Him.

"Did I give you permission to move?" He growls into my ear...as He pushes His hips upwards, rubbing Himself even more against my aching wetness.

"No, Sir... " I whisper... my body bent backwards, it's painful on my back and my ass cheeks...it's torture feeling His length teasing me...

"Then don't..." 

Master lets go of my hair slowly... trailing His fingers down its length... Sliding onto the sensitive middle of my back that the corset has left bare... It makes me shiver... He knows this is one of my erogenous zones... My nipples harden tightly and my insides clench tightly... He knows what He is doing to me, He knows it's pleasurable torture... It's soooo very hard to not move... His hands slide down my corseted back pushing me upright, slightly forward, then down further to hold onto the sides of my hips... His hips rocking against my wet opening... His movements cause the painful burning to start again. I moan softly as He rocks His hips harder up against me... Master swats my cheek hard and quick... Intensifying the pain more...

"Who owns you...?" His cock sliding against my wetness... "Who owns your body...your wants...your needs...?"

"Master does..." I moan... as He pushes me forward... His cock at the opening of my aching, wet slit...sliding it back and forth... just to the opening of my wet, aching pussy...

"I... own... every... Fucking... part... of... you..." Master growls deeply... As His cock slams into my wetness... I can hear Him inhale in a hiss as He buries Himself inside me...

"Not just your pussy... " He thrusts in deeper...

"Your mind..." another deep thrust...

"Your soul..." Thrusting deeper still... "You will never be free of me..." 

Master thrusts hard... so deep...I spread myself as wide as I possibly can as He impales me to my depths with Himself... He is so hard, so thick, so long... it hurts...I don't care... I want Him to bury Himself as deep and as hard as He can... I welcome the pain...

Wordlessly, Master grips my waist and rises up slightly and guides us to the floor... He is still buried deep inside me... I bravely rock my hips back... pushing Him further in... Master bends Himself over my back... His mouth at my ear... warm... nuzzling his tongue around the outside of my ear... He knows that I cannot bear it, it makes every part of my body electrified... I try to back away... but He follows, gripping my waist tightly...

"Mmm...mm...mmmm... Naughty Soumis... What did I tell you...?" as He speaks, He grinds His hips hard into me...

"Master said for his Soumis to not move unless told to do so..." I whisper in a quivery voice...

Master pulls out and slowly thrusts back into my wetness... my legs shake from the tension...

"Now... now, I am going to have to punish you...and do you know how I am going to do that...?" Again He pulls out slowly... and slowly thrusts back in... it's complete torture for me... I want Him to fuck me raw... fuck me til it hurts... completely take me over...

"No..no.. Sir..." I stutter... my voice quiet... but, I do know... Master is going to torture me slowly... Master won't let me cum unless He tells me I can.

"Ohhhh... but I think you do know... don't you my little whore..." He whispers into my ear... His hips thrust His cock deeper into me, grinding His cock up and into me deep... hitting the back of my pussy... Staying there grinding... thrusting...burying Himself deeper and deeper... His fingers slip up to the top of my corset and pull on it, spilling my breasts out... His hands envelope my breasts... squeezing them roughly... long fingers pulling on my nipples roughly... pinching them so hard it made my pussy spasm around His cock... Master continues to tug roughly at them... He's enjoying what it does to me... I want to cum so badly...

"No... do not cum unless I give you permission... Do you understand...?"

Master's hands tug harshly on my nipples... His mouth moves towards my neck... His teeth nipping at the skin as He moves his warm mouth along to the spot between my neck and my shoulder... He bites down roughly... Every part of my insides clench... A shocking, rushing cold shoots all over my body... Feeling like I'm dropping out of the sky... Every part of me is on fire and ice cold at the same time... I'm so close... so so very close... and He knows this...

Master thrusts Himself further into my quivering pussy... Every inch of Him is buried deep inside... His cock is grinding in so far and so hard it hurts... and I want more... I want it harder... I want it deeper... I start to push against Him trying to get His cock even deeper inside...

"You're getting close aren't you...?" I respond by grinding further back into Him. Master grabs my hair and jerks me back... bowing my back tightly... His other hand slides up my throat, His fingers wrap around and splay under my chin... He grinds himself deeper still...

"Do you want release...?" Master whispers in my ear... 

All I can do is moan and whisper back... "Yes..."

"Then beg your Master to let you have your release... I want to hear you ask Me for permission to let you cum..." His voice tense with need Himself...

"Please Master... I want release... I want to cum... Please." I whisper with so much need in my voice...

"How badly does My Soumis want it...? Do you want me to spill My seed inside you... To fill your hot... wet... pussy with My cum...?"

Master thrusts harder, almost savagely into me... slamming His cock to the very depths of my pussy...

"I'm going to send you home knowing that I've fucked another man's wife... Fucked her like he can never do... Her Master's cum dripping out of her..." 

Master's rhythm is becoming faster... rougher still... His grip on my hair... His fingers on my neck becoming tighter, the choking sensation is causing me to lose control quickly... 

"MY cum... No one else's..." 

"Oh... Yessss... Please Master... I want it all... I need to cum... I need release... I can't wait..." I could barely speak...

Master's hands gripped me even tighter as He slammed into me harder than He has ever done...all I can do is whimper as His cock abuses my insides... It hurts... there's pain... I don't want Him to stop... I want the pain He gives me... I want the ache it will bring afterwards...

"Yesss... that's it my little bitch... I'm your Master... Let it go...give it to Me... everything...!"

Every pore in my body suddenly screamed... Fire raced over my skin... then ice cold... the light headedness starting... my fingers tangle into the carpet, gripping them fiercely... my body shook with spasms that hurt... my insides clench around my Master's cock as I cum all over Him... 

My orgasm sends Master over the edge... His body grinds into mine as His grip tightens on my neck and pulls hard on my hair... Master lets out a deep guttural groan and His hips rock as He spills His seed deep into me... It's so forceful I can feel it deep against the walls of my pussy... I can hear His groan of satisfaction as my pussy flutters around his cock in aftereffects... 

Our breathing heavy... Our bodies damp... Master's voice rumbles in my ear...

"Good girl..."



Spank Me Red



We made plans to get together for lunch when she off from work at noon.

Meeting at the local subway shop, we got sub sandwiches and decided to picnic at nature trails.

Starting the conversation I asked." Where's the best place to invest your money, stocks or CD's?"

"I like CDs best because they're safer and easier to cash in." Mikki replied. "What about you?"

"I like collecting wines and cars," I said.

"That s a safe investment in this shifting economy." She agreed.

We decided to walk along the trail at the river walk. "I like you screen name spank-me-red." I said.

She didn't answer but her face turned bright red. We walked on until us standing in front of a willow tree.

I took my pocket knife out of my pocket and cut three branches off of the tree.

Her breath quicken as we walked. "What are you going to do with those sticks? "She asked.

I took her sweaty hand and lead her into a wooded part of the trail. "I know what you like Mikki."

I turned and looked at her and couldn't help but notice a couple hard nipples strained against her silk blouse.

"But we have just met Jack." She protested weakly.

I released her hand and continued into the woods. "Ok Jack, Wait for me."

We stopped in front of a large tree.

I used my knife and trimmed the small branches off the willow switches.

I heard her excited breathing and my cock began to harden. "Which one do you like best?" I inquired.

She selected the medium sized willow branch blushing bright red.

I gave the switch a good swish against the trunk of the tree.

It made a sharp pop. "This will do." I said, "Bend over and lean on the tree."

Mikki hesitated and then obeyed.

I gave her three strokes and hesitated. "Harder...harder whip me harder!" she pleaded.

I gave her two harder smacks with willow branch.

"Would you like some more?"

I asked her as I rubbed her quivering large bottom. I took her hand and walked her back to the car.

"How about a weekend getaway with me?" I suggested.

"Whenever you want to Robbie, you really do know me." "Not as well as I'm going too." I returned.

"I'll pick you up Saturday Morning."

We arrived in Canon City and checked-in to the No-Tell Motel.

I took her for walk along river and cut switches from various trees and bushes. We moved deeper into bushes and set down on the grass.

"Would you like to smoke some pot?" Miki offered. We laid back and got high and discussed our sexual preferences.

Cock sucking, pussy licking butt fucking...?

"Butt Fuckin? I always wanted to be butt..Fucked." She said, "Nobody ever wanted to butt fuck me."

"Isn't kind of dirty?" "Not the way I do it." I assured Mikki.

"Help me carry these switches back to room and try them out on your big butt "

Miki gathered up the rest of switches and carried them to the car with bright red blush on her plump face.

When we got back to motel we undressed and I told Mikki to lay face down on the bed.

I beat her fat cheeks, harder and harder until they glowed red.

"Oh Jack...whip me, whip me..!" Mikki screamed squirming all over the bed.

I stopped the whipping and rubbed soothing oil all over her bottom. "Thank you baby ..!"She said

As the oil oozed down into the crack of her ass, I probe her ass hole with one and then two fingers.

"Are you giving me butt fucking Jack..?" Mikki asked I returned from bathroom with an enema bulb.

"No, but I'm going to give you a good cleaning out for butt fucking."

I said as I pumped bulb-full soapy water up her ass hole.

I clamped her butt cheeks together with my hand.

"Oh.oh...oh I can't hold it in anymore..!"

She waddled to the bathroom holding her cheeks together.

I heard the shower running and waited for Mikki to come to bed.

"That isn't the only enema that I'm going to get is it?" she asked

"No."

"Good I kind of liked it."

We took a nap and resumed our enema later.

"Mikki come to the bathroom." I said "I'm going to give you a series of enemas to clean you out."

"Here I am Dr., clean my dirty asshole out."

"Spread your cheeks Mikki and say Ahh.h"

I inserted the well greased douche nozzle deep in her rectum.

I pumped bulb pump on the pink enema bag hanging on the shower curtain rod until she complained.

When her water ran clear , I insert a pink butt up her stretched ass hole.

I sent her to lay on bed and wait for the next spanking

I whipped her very lightly until she begged " Harder..Harder..Harder."

I pulled butt out, squirted bulb full warm oil up her ass, and replaced plug.

I rolled her over on her back and continued sucking her large hard nipples .

She said "let me up, I got to let this oil out..Of my butt..!"

When she returned I had her lie on her tummy and spread big cheeks wide over.

I stuck my rock hard cock slowly her gapping ass_hole.

The olive oil lubed pink brown hole accepted rampant invader.

I finally touched bottom and began a slow in and out.

She moaned with every inch in.. I pushed into her.

I felt the cum rising in my cock and when began shooting my load. I announced "I'm Cumming..!"