We met on the first day of
our freshman year at college. Amid all
the hustle and bustle of kids carrying bags and boxes, wandering lost around
the quad and seeking out their room assignments we ended up in the same room. I won’t say that we were instantly friends,
but it really didn’t take too long either.
In a lot of ways we were as different as night and day. There I was, 5’6, slender (a pole with tits
and ass as my girlfriends in high school used to say!), brown hair and eyes and
from a little place in
We had a great year, she
dated, I dated, we hung out together some – often catching a movie or going to
dinner together and by the end of the year we were both disappointed when we
found out that we wouldn’t be sharing a room the next year. We saw each other sporadically, no classes
together as she was in the Engineering curriculum and I was in the
During our junior year we
were both seeing guys seriously and pretty much exclusively. I had been dating the asshole who eventually
became my husband for several months and Ellen had been very steady with some
guy named Jan from the School of the Arts for quite a while – I knew she had it
for him in a bad way. Just after the
holiday break things really went south between me and “the asshole” and we stopped
seeing each other for several weeks (very sad that I wasn’t smart enough to
maintain that distance, but that’s another story in and of itself). I got a call late one night in February,
really late, it woke me up around
I consoled her, we laughed,
we cried and we ate…..god, we ate nearly everything in the room that
night! And somewhere around 4:30 or 5:00
in the morning it happened, we were sitting together on the couch eating ice
cream……silly enough, she was teasing me with the spoon, acting like she was
going to feed me a nice spoonful and then swooping it into her own mouth at the
last second. Well, amidst the
frustration and the laughter I decided that I was much quicker than she was and
when she tried it again I lunged at the spoon…..the result was my open mouth
over the spoon as it went into her mouth, and then, the next second….we were
kissing. No more laughing, no more
teasing, the ice cream, the Art guy, my asshole, hell, the entire world was
forgotten at that point. Nothing
mattered but the sweet, wet urgent kisses between two very close friends that
were about to become much, much closer.
We made love that night,
well – that morning - and off and on most of the next day. It was the first time with another girl for
both of us and it was fabulous.
We were both a little
awkward about it when we talked the first time afterward a couple of days
later. I called to check on her and make
sure she was still alright and after about 5 minutes of very painful small
talk, she finally laughed and said, “Okay, look, we slept together. I hope you liked it as much as I did because
I thought it was great – I’ve never cum like that before! Thank you Char, thank
you.” I breathed a heavy sigh of relief
and gushed my own soliloquy thanking her and telling
her how worried I was that I’d somehow taken advantage of her, blah, blah,
blah. We ended up laughing at each
other, and then spending the better part of an hour discussing the very
intimate details and how much we were both amazed that we could get off without
a penis involved!
About three weeks later she
came by my room one Thursday night unexpectedly. She was carrying a bag with two bottles of
wine and some bread and cheese. I opened
the door and she stood there, looking sheepish and she laughed and asked me if
her thoughts of seducing me were masked well enough or not. I laughed and let her in – she didn’t leave
until morning.
That became our pattern for
the rest of the year, and our Senior year as
well. One of us would show up at the
other’s place every 3 or 4, sometimes 6 weeks and we’d have a night together,
making arduous, passionate love to each other, as lovers, as equals, as best
friends. Even once the guys, my asshole
and her new male friend(s) came back into the picture we managed to get
together every so often. It never seemed
like cheating on them, or even wrong for that matter.
Finally we graduated, Ellen
as a chemical engineer and me with my business degree and we parted
company. We kept in touch, and even saw
each other now and again, albeit with spouses in tow over the first few years
we were out of college. Then my marriage
finally failed and I took a big promotion and moved from the
Over the years things
happen, my career went well, after my marriage to “the asshole” fell apart I
had a succession of so-so boyfriends and even a couple who played around tying
me up and one who spanked me. I mean he
really spanked me, it was the most painful and degrading thing I had ever
experienced – and god help me, the sex we had afterward was among the absolute
best I can ever remember. That should
have been a clue I suppose. On the
professional front I steadily moved up the corporate ladder until about 3 years
ago when I moved from the city to upstate to accept a job as the Vice-President
of Operations for a medium sized defense company. I was very self-satisfied professionally; I
had made VP by the age of 41.
Ellen was also doing pretty well, she finally moved out of the lab and into the
management chain and had progressed fairly well along that path also.
She called me last spring on
a Tuesday evening, I was instantly afraid something was wrong because we never
spoke on the phone through the week any more, always on the weekends. She was very excited; the first thing she
asked me was where it was that I was living again. I laughed; she couldn’t seem to remember the
name of the little town that I’d bought my house in for some reason. So I told her, just think of it as
I laughed again and told her
that yes, it was generally in the same area.
Well, she accepted the job
and by the end of summer she was moved in to a new house just outside of
Shortly after she moved back
she came out to my place for the weekend.
We had a ball, went shopping, went to the movies, went out to dinner and
generally had a blast, I was truly sorry to see her head back across the
thruway on Sunday afternoon. I promised
faithfully to visit her new house the following weekend, and then promptly
broke the promise. An unexpected
business trip came up at mid-week and by the weekend I was sitting in a strange
hotel alone in
I went over to visit her the
next weekend. We had another great
weekend. Friday night after I arrived we
had a late dinner of Chinese food and then watched “chick flicks” until the wee
hours. On Saturday we basically hung out
and then went to the supermarket. We had
decided that in honor of Ellen’s new house we should cook a nice meal and
celebrate – at least break in the dishwasher!
After a great meal of
grilled salmon with vegetables and salads, over which we shared a bottle of
wine, we cleaned up laughing and talking.
Finally, Ellen opened another bottle of wine and we went to sit in the
living room while the dishwasher hummed away in the background.
Ellen was telling me about
her new company, job, neighborhood, and all of that – to which I listened
attentively despite noticing how great she looked. She was sitting there on the end of the couch
beside me, one leg cocked up on the couch so that she faced me a bit and so
that a nice bit of her creamy white thigh was exposed. She was wearing a cotton skirt and a loose
peasant top. Ellen and I are nearly
opposite ends of the female body spectrum.
She still sported the blond curls that she’d had the first day I met her
and her blue eyes were literally dancing as we drank and laughed and
talked.
“I have to tell you
something” she suddenly turned almost serious as she looked at me.
“What’s that?” I asked.
She drew in a breath and
looked at me with a look that only a lover can give, and then exhaled slowly,
“I’ve missed you so much” she said. Just
that one simple sentence, and yet, we both knew exactly what she meant.
I smiled and ran my hand
over her arm on the back of the couch and said, “I know, I’ve missed you too –
a lot.”
Our eyes met and then her
arm moved out from under my hand and she put her hand at the back of my
neck. She slowly pulled me toward her as
she moved toward me, and in a slow, sweet instant she kissed me. The kiss was warm, soft, sweet and wet. I was immediately delirious with it, closing
my eyes as the sensations swept through me.
The kiss became more and more insistent and passionate, neither of us
breaking it, instead moving closer and closer until our breasts were pressed
against each other. She was leaning
toward me and into the back of the couch as she pulled me to her I half turned so
that I was facing her in the lip-lock, her other arm snaking around my back to
pull me closer.
It was at once familiar and
yet somehow very different. My mind was
racing as the heat and urgency rushed through me, my friend, my lover, my needs
and desires all desperate to come to the top.
She finally broke the kiss, pulling her mouth away from mine and
breathing deeply as she moved her lips over my chin and across my jaw line and
down to nibble at my neck. I threw my
head back reveling in the sensations of her kisses, my nipples hard and aching
as they pressed through my bra and shirt, and against her breasts. As her lips trailed over the flesh of my
neck, her tongue dancing on my skin here and there, she breathed heavily and
laughed a bit. Hissing in my ear, “I
mean, I’ve really
missed you hon.”
I smiled as she continued
her assault on my neck and murmured “ummm hmmm”, or
something equally verbose.
She continued, “you know, I
was very disappointed when you didn’t come over last weekend…….I’ve been
craving your company…….missing the old days…..you know?”
I groaned a half reply, “Ohh goddd” and then I knew for
absolute certainty that we were going to end up back in bed together.
She kissed me again, harder
and deeper than before, making my head swim with the force and passion of
it. Mmmm, I
thought, not the way I remember, but definitely good……..definitely good.
The hand she had on my neck
now moved slightly and gripped my hair, very firmly and her other hand trailed
over my back and down to squeeze and grope the cheeks of my ass, making me
gush, my panties now soaked under my dress.
Among all the sensations and images flashing through my sex drunk brain
at that point suddenly, prompted by the squeezing of my ass no doubt, there was
the memory of that spanking that I had gotten several years ago – the memory of
the ache, the burn, the arousal, the embarrassment. Jesus, Char, I thought to myself, you’ve got
to get laid more!
There we were, two middle
aged women making out on the couch like a couple of love starved
teenagers. My mind reeled to take it all
in, the sensations that were flooding through me, the heat in my loins, the desire in my mind.
She finally broke our kiss
again, and in a husky voice said, “Come on, let’s go to bed where we can do
this right.” Then she smiled at me as I
nodded, and she added, “I know just what you need honey………::a
very evil grin spread across her face:: …and I’m going to see that you get
it……good.” Her look and tone and her
words made me shudder involuntarily, my god, was she reading my mind? No, it couldn’t be, it had to be just a
coincidence that she would say something like that just when I was just
wistfully remembering having my ass tanned by a lover – well, maybe? Would she?
Maybe she’d slap my ass a little bit.
Jesus, what was wrong with me? I
tried to rationalize it down to blaming it on being without sex for so long as
we stood up and she took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her
bedroom.
She pulled me into the
bedroom and pushed the door closed and then she was on me again, pressing
against me, pushing me back up against the door she’d just closed, kissing me
hungrily. She run her hands up my sides
and took my breasts in her hands and squeezed and pushed on them as her tongue
ravaged my mouth. Then one hand dropped,
down over my belly, down my thigh and then back up, lifting my dress with it as
she sought out my drenched sex. Breaking
the kiss I gasped as her hand cupped my pussy right through my panties and
began a squeezing type massage sending chills through me.
“Ohhhhh
goddddd Ellen” I groaned as she bit and licked at my
neck and ear lobe again.
“See” she murmured in my
ear, “if you’d kept our date you’d have had this last
weekend” and then she growled and laughed a bit.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,
I know….” Licking my lips, I responded to her, my hips now grinding against her
hand like a woman who hadn’t had sex in 5 years rather than 5 months. “I’m so sorry Ellen……..I wanted to come
then……..” I was rambling and maybe playing along with the “I’ve done wrong”
game subconsciously as well.
She leaned back and I
willingly raised my arms as she lifted my dress up over my head and then
dropped it in a pile at our feet. She
looked at me with hungry eyes and very deliberately her arms went around me and
released my bra, freeing my pendulous breasts to her sight for the first time
in nearly 20 years.
She growled again and said, “Jesus, you’ve always had great tits!” as she swooped
her head down and caught on firm thick nipple in her hot mouth as she sucked
half my tit into her mouth. I threw my
head back again and relished the old and new feeling of my lover’s mouth. As she busied herself feasting on my left
breast her hand returned to my crotch, and resumed groping and rubbing me
there. Her teeth clamped onto my nipple
sending exquisite daggers of pleasure and pain through them as her tongue
lashed back and forth over the end of my sensitive nubbin.
I was going insane with
desire and then it happened. She
released my breast from her mouth, and pushed her hand down inside my soaking
wet panties to run her fingers over my bulging clit as she brought her mouth up
to my ear…….
“Do you want to cum char?”
“Unnnggggg…..ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh” I
groaned, grinding my hips at her fingers.
“Okay baby…..but I’m gonna spank your ass first.
You want me to spank your ass for you, don’t you char?”
“OHHHHH……” her words
exploded through the sexual fog in my brain and before I could even consider it
“yesssssssss, pleasssseeeeeee”
escaped from my mouth. Sounding like someone else, no, sounding like something else.
“That’s a good girl” she
said, and then she stepped back from me and took off her shoes then sat down on
the edge of the bed, still fully dressed – her eyes never leaving mine, even
for an instant.
“Come over here to me char”
was all she said, and I did exactly what she said. I walked over to stand in front of her in
nothing but my nearly dripping panties.
I knew she was about to put me over her knee and spank my ass, and I was
powerless to stop her, in fact, my stomach was churning and my clit and nipples
were throbbing with excitement over it.
She reached out and took my
hand, looking at me deeply again and said, “This is going to hurt, the price
you have to pay to cum for me…..and for disappointing me last weekend lover, but
I’ll make it hurt good too” and with that she jerked on my wrist and pulled me
down over her lap. My pussy convulsed at
her words, oh my god, I was going to be punished! Not just spanked by a friend, but I was going
to get my ass spanked as a lesson!
My head went nearly all the
way to the floor before my hands caught me, my feet
came up off the floor, presenting my pantied ass in what must’ve been a perfect
target zone for her. She pulled my wrist
and arm up and back, pressing it down against the center of my back while she
ran one hand over my upturned and very tense ass.
“Of course, we have to get
rid of these, now don’t we?” she pulled one side and then the other, jerking my
panties down over my ass and then leaving them around my legs just above my
knees.
At that moment it occurred
to me that she was still completely dressed.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face as my cheeks burned with
embarrassment when she exposed me, treated like a little girl.
She leaned over me, one hand
still holding my arm in place, the other hand clutching a bare asscheek, and said, “Now char, ask me for your spanking so we
can move on to other things and you can cum.”
She was very matter-of-fact
about it, as if she had no doubt that I would debase
myself by asking her out loud to spank my ass.
My eyes went open wider and then suddenly I heard my own voice from
somewhere saying:
“oooohhhh godddddd, please
Ellen…..please spank my big ass…..spank it good for me”
“Ok char, ok girl.”
SSSSMMaaaacccccccckkkkkkk!! The first
blow landed dead center on my right asscheek and it
literally exploded through the room and through the meat of my ass! I jerked, my tits jumped around as the sting
and burn made their way through the skin and deep into the muscle of my ass - and
then from the muscle it seemed to make a bee line directly to my clit. It was painful and electric at the same time.
SSSSSSMMMMAAAaaaccccckkkkkk!!! A matching blow on the other cheek with the same result. My ass burning, my clit tingling and I could
feel my feet dancing in the air, being spanked like a naughty little girl.
“Here we go now girl, hang
on” I heard Ellen’s voice through the fog of sexual heat and humiliation, and
then she really let me have it. Her hand
lifted and came down repeatedly, smacks ringing
through the room and hand-shaped bites of flame spreading all over my asscheeks. I was
groaning and keening and must’ve been quite a sight, a 44 year old woman,
naked, laid over the fully clothed lap of another 44 year old woman, tits
flopping around wildly, legs and feet dancing in the air, ass burning and
cherry red.
Suddenly she stopped, and
rubbed my flaming cheeks for a moment and then her hand went down between my
thighs, my legs opening of their own accord and then she leaned over me
again. Her breath on my neck……and as she
spoke to me she roughly shoved two fingers deep into my drenched pussy. I gasped and convulsed to her words and
fingers, “Now, let’s have you cum for me, your ass is nice and hot……your pussy
is dripping…..tell me you want to cum.”
“NNNnnnngggggghhhhhhhh”
I groaned, “I w-wantttt to c-c-c-cummmmmmmmmm.”
With that she added a third
finger and her thumb pressed hard on my clit as she shoved them into me and
sent me right over the edge.
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh”
I screamed as my orgasm overtook me and my body stiffened and shook. She kept fingering me through my orgasm and
stroked my hair as I slowly settled down a bit, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
She suddenly released my arm
and pulled her fingers from me, and pushed me over off her lap onto the
floor. Laying there with my panties
still around my knees I half rolled onto my back to look up at her and was
rewarded by the sight of her standing and ripping her skirt off, dragging her
panties down and off and then straddling me.
No tenderness, no kissing, no preliminaries, she straddled me and knelt
across my chest with her knees on either side of my head and she looked down
into my eyes as she pulled my head up into her dripping quim. “Now, eat me char.” And I did, with abandon, until she gyrated
and jerked and rode my face and came with a shriek, screaming what a good cunt sucker I was, and how she knew I’d please her right
and finally filling my mouth with a scads and scads of her thick girl-cum.
(Where we left off….. She suddenly released my arm
and pulled her fingers from me, and pushed me over off her lap onto the
floor. Laying there with my panties
still around my knees I half rolled onto my back to look up at her and was
rewarded by the sight of her standing and ripping her skirt off, dragging her
panties down and off and then straddling me.
No tenderness, no kissing, no preliminaries, she straddled me and knelt
across my chest with her knees on either side of my head and she looked down
into my eyes as she pulled my head up into her dripping quim. “Now, eat me char.” And I did, with abandon, until she gyrated
and jerked and rode my face and came with a shriek, screaming what a good cunt sucker I was, and how she knew I’d please her right and
finally filling my mouth with a scads and scads of her thick girl-cum.)
We both lay there, me on my
back, with her straddling my face, my panties still around my knees. The intensity of the whole experience was
just incredible, my mind was racing through a heavy
orgasmic fog as she slowly moved off of me.
I realized she was taking the rest of her clothes off and then she
reached down and helped me up so that I was standing in front of her. She kissed me again, smiling wide and then
she led me to the bed where we spent the rest of the night. It’s all kind of foggy but I know that I ate
her to several more orgasms, and that at one point she had me on my back with
my hands holding the backs of my knees up near my boobs while she fingered both
my holes until I screamed.
I also remember at one point
she was feasting on my breasts, squeezing them together and biting and pulling
at my nipples and god it hurt. The
confusing part was that the more it hurt the more I felt like I wanted it.
We showered together in the
morning, and although I was feeling a bit self-conscious at first over the way
she’d taken charge of me, she didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned or
judgmental about it and we pretty quickly settled back into the comfort zone of
our friendship. We made love, well, if
you could call it making love, again after breakfast – right there in the
kitchen, she sat on the edge of the table with her legs splayed over my
shoulders as I knelt before her eating her to several orgasms. I was a little mortified when I thought about
it on the drive home realizing that I’d masturbated myself to another huge
orgasm as I did it too. My God, I’d
never touched myself in front of anyone before.
I made it home and spent the
evening in a bit of a daze, at points remembering bits and snippets of our
scenes together. I realized on the ride
home that my butt was kind of sore, and when I looked it over in my bathroom
mirror I understood why, I wasn’t really bruised, but it was kind of splotchy
and you could almost see Ellen’s handprints – how embarrassing!
When I got to the office the
next morning I had an email from Ellen in my box. She thanked me for the weekend and went on
about how great it was that we had time to spend together and rekindle our
friendship and how she loved me for it.
I was smiling to myself until I got to the bottom of the email, one
short line at the end set my nerves on edge and, god help me, caused a deep
tingle in my crotch – it read:
“I’ll be expecting you Friday night,
don’t be late, you know what happens to naughty girls.” J
To say that the next few
days were full of internal upheaval would be a bit of an understatement. On the one hand here I was, the successful
vice president of a large defense company, strong, confident decisive and even
somewhat powerful – no one would believe that I had allowed myself to be
stripped and spanked like a little girl, or that I’d cum like slut because of
it! On the other hand, just the thought
of the spanking she gave me last weekend, or the potential of getting another
was enough to set me to dripping no matter how disgusted I tried to be with
myself.
Then the rationalizations
began, “there’s nothing wrong with a healthy woman allowing and enjoying
whatever gives here sexual pleasure”…….and, my personal favorite, “oh, come on
Char, it’s just a little spanking for Christ’s sake! It’s not like you’re some sort of S&M
freak or anything.”
Despite myself, I knew that
I’d be headed back across the thruway on Friday and even managed to arrange my
schedule so that I’d be sure and be out of the office a little earlier than
usual.
Ellen and I talked on the
phone on Wednesday evening for an hour.
Very much our typical chats, talking about what we’ watched on
television, what was going on at the office, and everything else except
sex. I was feeling much better about the
impending weekend until she called on Friday morning.
“Hello, this is
“Hi char, how are you this
morning hon?”
“Oh, hey, I’m doing fine, I
think – it just might be too early to tell yet though!” I laughed a bit at my
own response.
She laughed too, “I know
what you mean, listen, I’ve only got a minute or two just wanted to touch base
and let you know that I’ll be waiting for you this evening, what time do you
expect to leave there?”
I smiled, “I should be out
of here by
“That sounds great hon, I’ll
be waiting for you. Have to run – you
know me, always in a hurry!” and laughing she hung up.
I had put together my bag
for the weekend last night, on impulse throwing in a negligee that I’d had for
quite a while but had never really worn.
I blushed when I put it in the bag purposely leaving the matching thong
in the drawer. Then took it out and then
finally convinced myself that there was nothing wrong with a grown woman
wanting to look and/or feel sexy – no matter who it was for.
I pulled out of the
underground parking lot of my building at
Of course this was the
Friday evening when the highway was full and at one point backed up for a
couple of miles. By the time I’d gotten
through all of that and stopped to pick up a couple of salads and some
jambalaya (we both have a weakness for anything Cajun!) it was just past 7 when
I pulled into Ellen’s driveway.
I grabbed the food and my
little overnight case and Ellen met me at the door. She was looking down at her watch and then
she smiled at me and kissed my cheek and told me she’d been worried about me
and inside we went.
We had dinner on the floor
at the coffee table in the living room over a bottle of wine, laughing,
chatting and generally enjoying each other’s company. A couple of times I caught her looking at me
with what can only be called lust in her eyes and I knew it was going to be
another sex filled weekend…and my clit tingled at the thought. I became very aware of my backside all of the
sudden. The remnants of my last visit
had cleared up by Tuesday and suddenly I was wondering if she was going to
spank me again. My cheeks flushed a bit
at the thought and even more when I realized that I hoped she would.
We cleared away the dishes
and containers and poured the last of the bottle of wine.
“Thanks for dinner char, it
was great” she smiled at me. Then her
smile slowly turned into a somewhat lecherous grin, “it’s almost time for
desert now.”
“Ohh,
you’re welcome El…..ummm, desert?” I blushed.
“Yes, desert, but there’s
something we have to take care of first.”
She looked over at me and grinned widely as she slid a bag out from
under the couch where we were sitting, “I bought you something this week. I didn’t realize that I’d need it this soon,
but there IS the matter of how late you were this evening.” She was watching me carefully as I opened the
bag.
My eyes widened, my nipples
stiffened and my face went beet red as I opened it and saw that she’d bought a
leather paddle and a short leather tipped crop.
“Oh god El, I know I was
late, but the traffic…….I mean, it ….. I couldn’t go any faster……and then the
restaurant…….” I stammered, knowing
immediately that she intended to punish me.
My clit was suddenly throbbing at the thought and I realized that
somewhere down inside I was hoping she was going to be vocal about it. My God!
I thought, what in the world has come over me I wondered.
She looked over at me, her
nipples now hard beneath her t-shirt too, “Those are just excuses aren’t they
char? A good girl would’ve considered
all of the potential delays before setting and arrival time, wouldn’t she
have?” Her eyes boring
steadily into mine as she waited for my answer.
I drew a breath, and dropped
my eyes a bit, “Umm, yes, I should’ve thought of those things…….. I’m sorry
El.”
“Well, I know just how to
deal with your oversight – hand me that paddle char.” She stood up from the floor and waited for me
to hand it over to her.
With shaking hand I took it
out of the bag and handed it up to her, remaining there on the floor beside the
coffee table. She took it and walked
across the living room to where the formal dining room table and chair sat in
the dining room.
“Alright char, take your
blouse and pants off and come over here.”
She was very assertive, almost demanding and I thrilled to it even as I
was embarrassed at the thought of standing there and taking my clothes
off. I mean, to strip off in the heat of
passion in order to make love was one thing, but the dynamic of this was
entirely different, I dreaded and reveled in it at once.
I stood up and began to
unbutton my blouse, as she busied herself moving chairs out away from the
table, laying the paddle on the table. I
took my blouse off and laid it on the couch and unsnapped and unzipped my pants
and stepped out of them. There I was,
now standing in her living room in just my lacy purple bra and matching hi-cut
panties. My nipples were so hard they
hurt.
She stood there at the table
and looked me in the eye, “Come here char.”
And I did, walking over to
stand next to her. I swear I could feel
the heat coming off of her as I stood there next to her in my underwear.
She moved closer to me, her
hand running up my back as she spoke softly in my ear, “Now char, the only
proper way to punish you is naked don’t you think? Take off your bra and panties too – now.”
I couldn’t speak, a lump
formed in my throat as my clit buzzed like a vibrator was pressing against
it. My arms were acting on behalf of the
dark side of my subconscious at this point and I reached behind me and
unsnapped my bra and took it off, freeing my heavy tits. The panties went next. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid
them down my legs, bending to step out of them.
They were deposited with my bra on one of the chairs next to me and I
stood there nude. Blushing like a
schoolgirl, one who was about to be punished by the headmistress!
Her fingers on my skin were
electric, running up and down my back and tracing light circles on the top of
my fully exposed ass.
“Now ask me for it char, go
ahead, you know what I want to hear you say.”
I swallowed hard, knowing
full well what she meant. She wanted me
to ask her to paddle me, my god, how humiliating is that? My mind was screaming on one side but my
pussy suddenly went from pretty damp to soaked.
In a small voice I said, “Uhhhhhmmmm….El…….can I have my p-p-punishment, please?”
Her voice was thick with
lust, passion, something as she said, “you certainly can. Now, lean over and put your tits on the table
char, and grab the other side – and don’t you let go, do you understand me?”
Gulping hard as the thrill
ran through me again, her hand moving from the top of my ass up my spine to my
neck guiding me as I moved up to the edge of the table until my thighs touched
it. Then she pushed on my neck “helping”
me to lean over. My nipples were pointing
straight downward as my tits sagged into the cold surface of the wood, and I
gasped at the sensation of my own weight pressing them into the hard
surface. I stretched my arms out in
front of me and curled my fingers around the opposite edge. Thinking to myself, she really knew what she
was doing because in this position my ass was now very prominently displayed up
higher than my back.
SSSmmaacckkkk!! Her bare
hand connected with my right asscheek, echoing
through the room as I gasped loudly. “I said, do you understand me? You have to answer me char,
your punishment will get worse every time I have to remind you. Do you understand?”
She was next to me, leaning
over so that her voice was loud in my ear as her hand never left my ass,
squeezing and grabbing at the spot where she’d slapped me.
“Unngg…..yes,
y-yes….i understand” I
managed to utter, my voice cracking slightly.
“Good girl.”
And then she began, with her
hand, lightly slapping first one cheek and then the other, talking to me during
and in between the blows.
“I’m going to warm your ass
up first, and then you’ll get your paddling.”
I felt myself wincing
slightly with each new slap to my asscheeks, they
weren’t hard, but they weren’t soft, and just as she said, in a very short time
I could feel the heat beginning to build up in my backside. My nipples were pressing against the smooth
hard surface of the table and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter
between the legs.
Gradually she began to slap
me harder, the sting growing and the slaps ringing a bit louder through the
dining room. I was exhaling with each
slap now, a slight involuntary grunt beginning to become audible as she worked
my middle aged ass up to temperature.
She stopped, “Now, that’s a
good shade of pink to begin a paddling with.”
She reached over beside me and picked the paddle up off of the
table. It was black leather, must have
been about three inches wide and maybe a foot long with a padded handle to
grip. She moved the paddle over in front
of my face, my eyes widened at the close up view of what would soon be beating
against my tender backside. I thought it
had the look of something that could be either tender or brutal depending on
how it was controlled, I was about to find out.
“Show me you’re going to
take your paddling like a good girl char, give it a kiss.”
My eyes widened, as the
immediate thrill and dread of humiliation spread through me yet again. Oh god, did she know how she was pushing my
buttons?! My mind reeled and my pussy
dripped at once. I somehow knew that
this was a milestone of sorts, if I showed my willingness to submit to her
demand to kiss the paddle I knew that it was only the beginning. I was both terrified of what it meant and
utterly desperate for it as well.
I strained my head up and
stretched forward an inch or so and kissed the cold smooth leather that would
soon be thumping against my ass.
CCCraaccccckkkkkk!!! The first
bite of the paddle came in the exact center of my left asscheek. The sound resonated through the room and I
groaned out loud as the force of the blow made me rock forward a bit creating a
new and slightly unpleasant pulling kind of pressure on my aching nipples. A split second later the white hot pain
exploded across my ass and I wailed louder.
CCCCrraccccccckkkkkkk!!! The second
was a mirror of the first on the opposite cheek. OH CHRIST!! I suddenly thought maybe I’d
gotten myself into something I wasn’t ready for as the second wave of blistering
pain soaked through the other half of my ass.
Through the building fog of
pain I could hear Ellen behind me, “Now, I’m going to make sure you don’t
forget this lesson char, we can’t have you being late when I’m waiting! Can we?”
CCCCCCCCCCCCraccccccckkkkk!!!
“AAaaaaaaaaaarrrgggggghhhhhhhh……n-n-nnnooooooooooooooooooooo” I wailed louder in response.
Then it happened, what she
said next changed the whole tenor of my reaction up to that point.
“NO, we can’t have that – I
have no patience for late SLUTS!!”
She called me a slut! My god, my mind raced….she called me a slut!! And before I could register any indignity my
pussy suddenly buzzed with a wave of electric hot passion. So degrading…….so humiliating to be stripped
and leaned over to take a paddling…….like a slut………..from somewhere I heard my
pain/passion constricted voice.
“NOooooooooo,
we can’t have it………this S-S-SLUTTTTTTT is sorrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!”
That must’ve set her off
too, because she growled at me, “Yes, and I’m going to be sure that you’re
really a truly sorry slut!”
And then suddenly the paddle
went berserk all over my ass, one blow falling before the last had fully
registered. My ass was afire in a
constant wash of new and growing pain, and the more it hurt, and the more I
shook it and danced around (without letting go of the edge of the table!) the
more my pussy ran. It seemed as if I
could feel my heartbeat in my clit in between the explosion of each new brutal
stroke of the paddle on my burning ass.
Each of those explosions seemed to spread quickly through the muscle of
my ass and then buzz directly into my scalding sex.
I’m not sure how long it was
between the time she stopped beating my ass and when
her voice registered in my brain, but suddenly I was aware she was talking to
me again, and her hand was in my pussy.
“Christ, you’re wet to your
knees you slut” she purred in my ear.
“Does my slut want to cum?” Her
fingers playing over my puffy, soaked lips, her fingernail teasing at my hyper
sensitive clit, making me jerk and writhe anew.
“Unnnggggghhhhhhhhhh………yesssssssssssssssssssssssss” I groaned and hissed in
response.
“Good girl…….now cum on my
hand. NOW!!” With that she shoved two fingers deep up into
me as a third rubbed over and pressed down on my clit.
And I did. My body jerked and shook and contorted all
over the table as stars exploded in my head and I felt like a nuclear explosion
had gone off between my legs! I
screamed, as she roughly fucked her fingers in and out of me, the walls of my
pussy grasping at them with each new invasion.
Spending stream after stream of my cum juices
all over her hand and running down my legs.
Finally she slowed her fingers and withdrew them slowly as my orgasm
settled back into something nearing earthly proportions.
The next thing I felt was
her other hand grabbing my hair and lifting my head up. She covered my nose and mouth with the slimy
hand she’d just pulled from my cunt and I heard her
voice in my ear once more.
“Now, clean up the mess your
slutty nasty cunt has made
on my hand girl.”
My reaction was
instantaneous and volcanic. My mind went
blank and a new involuntary orgasm shook through me at the humiliation and
degradation of her words and actions. My
mouth flew open and I sucked and slurped and tongued at her hand, tasting my
own pussy for the very first time.
She finally pulled her
glistening hand away from my sucking mouth and then pulled up on my hair. She guided me up off the table on very shaky
legs and then pushed me down to my knees.
She pulled my head back so that I was looking almost up at the ceiling
as she moved closer and straddled my face.
I realized that I had no idea when she’d stripped but she was naked now
too.
“MMmmmmmmmmm”
she moaned as she settled her pussy down onto my face “now, you can thank me
like a good little slut should.”
My mouth opened and my tongue
pushed up into her very wet sex as she ground down onto it. She grabbed my head with both hands, fingers tangled in my hair at both sides of my head
and began to ride my face like it was a man’s cock.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
that’s it……….c’mon………suck my cunt
good char……..ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..real good
now………..” she
spewed in a lust thickened voice.
I was doing my best to
please her, and having trouble getting a breath, every time I moved my head to
one side or the other she jerked it back and rubbed her hot and slimy wet pussy
harder onto my face. She must’ve been
almost as turned on by my paddling as I had been because she suddenly stiffened
and screamed.
“AAAAAaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeee…….NOW!!! SUCK MY
CLIT!!!!!!” I moved slightly and wrapped
my mouth around her erect bud and sucked it into my mouth and she jerked and
screamed again.
“YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! OH GODDDDDDDDDD !!!!!!”
I could feel her pussy
contracting and sending rivers of cum and juices running down into my mouth and
over my chin. It was running down my
neck and all over my bouncing tits. She
was squatting on my face now, writhing up and down, slowing little by little as
her orgasm finally began to wane.
Finally she pulled my head
away from her crotch……and stood there, gasping and panting as she looked down
at me.
She knelt down in front of
me and took my head in both hands and kissed me deeply. A long time later, when she finally broke the
kiss she looked at me again and smiled a different smile than I’d seen before.
“Mmmmmmm
char, that was incredible – you make such a good submissive slut for me.”
I half smiled although my
face burned and I cast my eyes down.
Thousands of thoughts running through my head……….what did it mean? What came next?
CHAPTER 3
(Where we left off……
She knelt down in front of me and took my head in both hands and kissed
me deeply. A long time later, when she
finally broke the kiss she looked at me again and smiled a different smile than
I’d seen before.
“Mmmmmmm char, that was incredible – you make such a
good submissive slut for me.”
I half smiled although my face burned and I cast my
eyes down. Thousands of thoughts running
through my head……….what did it mean?
What came next?)
I didn’t have long to wait
to find out the answers to at least some of these questions. She held me there for a few minutes and then
kissed me again, savoring the taste of her own pussy on my lips – truth was
she’d covered a good part of my face the way she rode me so roughly and completely.
She leaned back and looked
at me quite seriously and as she stroked my hanging tits she said, “I want to
ask you something, and I’m completely serious about this char, understand?”
I nodded blankly, “Uh-huh.”
“Have you ever cum the way you
just did – so hard? Or so completely char?” Her eyes sparkled as she watched my face
redden again. I just wasn’t the type who
normally had a very sexually explicit conversation, with anyone.
“N-no” I mumbled in reply.
“Mmmmmmm, so you DO like
being my plaything? My slutty submissive
little girlfriend……::she laughed a bit:: you do, don’t you char?”
I reddened further, holding
my eyes down concentrating on the floor, unable to look directly at her.
“I could tell by the ocean between
your legs that you liked the spankings and you REALLY liked the paddling too –
didn’t you?” She poked at the breast
she’d been idly stroking with her finger, her nail pressing against my tender
flesh there. “Well, didn’t you char?”
In a very small voice I
admitted it out loud, “…yes…”
Her voice was changing
subtly as she moved right back into the dominant role between us. “And, tell me the truth now, you came again
when I wiped your cunt slime on your face and made you suck my fingers clean –
didn’t you?”
She waited a second, and
then two and then three, and then suddenly….
SSlllaaaappp!!! Her open hand connected with the side of my
tit, sending a shock of sting through it and making it swing obscenely to one
side and then back again.
“ANSWER ME. Didn’t you cum again with your own nasty fuck
juices in your mouth and all over your face?”
“Ohhhhhhhh…….” I expelled a
deep lungful of air at the slap, it reverberated through my hanging tit and
seemed to send a bolt directly back to my clit – again.
“…..yes……I did…….” Was the
half bawl that I answered her with.
SSSllaapppppp!!! She slapped the other breast.
“Yes, you did….just like a
little subby pain slut should………I bet your cunt is tingly again now – isn’t it
my slut?” She demanded.
“Nnnggghhhhh……” I groaned,
and nodded my head. What in the world
had happened to me? My mind was ablaze
with mixed and incomplete thoughts, the only constant was that it kept coming
right back to center on the growing heat in my pussy. Jesus!!
I DID like it………I WAS a subby pain slut, I must be……and suddenly I
wondered what other filthy uses she’d have for me………and then that thought made
my cunt leak again.
“Well” she said as she
leaned back a bit further and her hand dropped from my now warm tits and dove
between my legs. “Yes, exactly as I
thought” she said as she found my new wetness there. My hips jerked and ground against her probing
fingers reflexively.
“Enough for you my slut –
you’ll get some more of what you crave after I’m happy, your place here is to
keep me happy – understand slut?”
“….uh huh………” I half spoke,
half groaned.
“Good” she continued to
speak as she moved. She stood up and turned
away from me and walked back toward the living room. Then she moved to her hands and knees, and
pushed her gorgeous ass up in the air.
She dropped her head down to
rest on her arms and looked back sideways over her shoulder at me and said,
“Well, come on and get busy
then char, get over here and put that slutty cunt lapping tongue of yours to
good use now” she purred as spread her knees wider.
Somewhere in the back of my
mind I think I realized that this was a test of sorts, up until now every time
I’d pleasured her it had been her taking her pleasure from me – sitting on my
face, riding my tongue as a little while ago, etc. This was not to be like that, she was forcing
me to be a willing participant. I had to
openly acknowledge my submission to her.
She wanted me to willingly submit to her of my own desire, to crawl
across the room and put my head right underneath her ass, push my tongue up
between her pussy lips and eat her until she came on my face. Somehow this seemed far different than
“letting” her take her pleasure of me, or playing along so that she could
assert a right to spank me. I can’t
really describe the thrill that shook through me as I leaned forward and my
hands went down to the floor. It was
equal parts of arousal, dread, excitement and humiliation. She knew I was going to do it, and now so did
I.
As I slowly crawled across
the carpeted floor I was suddenly aware of my recently slapped tits swaying
with the effort.
“Hurry up char” she said,
waving her pretty ass back and forth in anticipation “come on and eat me good.”
I involuntarily sped up,
fully given over to the shame and admission of my status here. I was nothing more than the crawling
pussy-slut, being called over to do what she’s useful for. No more female executive, no more boss, no
more confidence, arrogance, self-importance.
I was reduced to my true inner self……and I relished it.
She kept me in that awkward
position, on my knees, bent over licking, sucking, lapping and slurping her to
several orgasms until my back ached and my jaw was sore from the effort. At that angle I basically had no choice but
to put my nose right up against her exposed dark brown hole in order to get my
tongue deep into her boiling pussy. I
came twice myself, once involuntarily and again time while furiously frigging
myself like a shameless wanton whore (per her direction of course) as I ate
her.
We finally went upstairs to
bed, she made me go up the staircase on my hands and knees. When I
moved to go toward the bathroom to wash up she firmly grabbed my shoulder with
one hand and my hair with the other and guided me back to the bed saying, “No
char, tonight you’ll sleep with my cunt all over your face. I want you to wake up in the morning and
immediately be reminded that when you’re here you’re my pussy girl.”
As we settled down to sleep,
both exhausted with the intensity of the past few hours, she sighed and gave me
one last thought to ponder as I drifted off into very dark and decidedly
perverse dreams.
“Mmmm, I think maybe I’ll
spank your tits and pussy tomorrow…..”
CHAPTER 4
(Where we left
off……
As we settled
down to sleep, both exhausted with the intensity of the past few hours, she
sighed and gave me one last thought to ponder as I drifted off into very dark
and decidedly perverse dreams.
“Mmmm, I think
maybe I’ll spank your tits and pussy tomorrow…..”
When
I woke up in the morning the first thing I was aware of was that I was still
naked and I was all alone in El’s big bed.
I lay there for a moment as the blurriness of sleep slowly faded away, I
moved to stretch. The dull ache in my
knees and my backside were instant reminders of the intensity of yesterday’s
activities. I rolled slightly and looked
back over my shoulder and gasped slightly at the sight
of my big round butt! I was still quite
red, and there were a few darker splotches, some in the shape of El’s new
paddle and a couple that clearly outlined her hand. My face flushed red as the images and
sensations of yesterday’s trip down submissive lane flashed through my
head. My god, I thought, what in the
world was happening to me? Even as this
thought went through my still slightly muddled brain, the secret thrill that I
had come to both dread and crave made my clit tingle a bit. I was suddenly aware that the room smelled of
sex. I flushed again, a bit deeper when
I realized that it wasn’t the room that I smelled already this morning, but my
own face. Her words replayed in my
head...”I want you to wake up in the
morning and immediately be reminded that when you’re here you’re my pussy girl”......
oh god.
I
got out of bed and noticed that El had left me a towel and a short robe laying on the bureau.
Good thing, I thought, as my own overnight bag was still downstairs
where I’d set it down all those hours ago yesterday when I arrived. I took a hot shower, the water cascading over
me and stinging my rather sore butt. I
dried off and ran my fingers through my hair – that’ll have to do until I find
my brush, I thought – and then I slipped on the silk robe and headed downstairs
to find El and some coffee. I half
chuckled to myself, good thing we’re such “close” friends as the robe only came
down far enough to cover my ass and pussy by a few meager inches! As I left the bedroom I glanced at the clock
on the headboard of the bed and realized that it was already after
I
thought I heard El’s voice as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs
to go into the kitchen, shuddering slightly when I glanced to the left and saw
the dining room table with it’s chairs still all moved out of place; and then I
blushed a bit as I realized that my lacy purple bra and matching panties were
still laying on the chair where El had made me remove them for my paddling last
night. I made a mental note to pick them
up when I went to get dressed in a bit.
I
walked into the kitchen, half thinking that El was on the phone and stopped
dead in my tracks. She was talking
alright, but there at the small breakfast nook table with a drop dead gorgeous
young girl who didn’t look to be more than about 20 years old. El was wearing a long t-shirt type nightshirt
and the girl was dressed casually in khaki shorts and a pale blue tank top. She must’ve been about 5’8 or so, and
probably didn’t weigh an ounce over 110 or 115 pounds or so. Her lustrous blond hair, partially bleached
by the sun, was only rivaled by her sparkling blue eyes.
I
was immediately embarrassed at my state of undress, and started to turn around
when I heard El speak to me:
“Well,
there you are….good morning sleepyhead!” she laughed a little bit, “Come and
meet Alicia.”
I
smiled and walked over to them, holding my hand out to greet her, “Hi Alicia,
I’m
She
smiled a bright and beaming smile at me as she stood up and took my hand,
“Well, hi Char, it’s very nice to meet you too.” Then almost conspiratorially she said to me,
“And don’t worry about being a sleepyhead!
That’s what weekends away from home are for aren’t they?”
I
nodded my agreement and we all laughed a bit.
I turned back to the counter to get a cup of coffee.
“I’ve
got to have my caffeine, either of you need a refill?”
“No
thanks, we’re good here, just filled up before you came down.”
I
got my coffee and went over and sat down at the small table with the two of
them.
“So
Char, Alicia here is the daughter of my neighbor just down the street. She goes to the
She
turned away from me and back to Alicia, “As I was telling you, Char is just
about my oldest and closest friend. We
went to college together and have been good friends every since.”
“Oh,
that’s so nice.” She studied me for a
moment and then looked back to El, “I’m sort of disappointed that I haven’t
really made any, what I would consider, “close”
friends since I’ve been in college.”
“Oh,
you will, no need to worry about that.” I piped in
with a smile. “What are you studying?”
She
got a sort of impish grin on her face and said, “Well, now don’t be put off, or
scared!” she laughed, “But I’m studying to be a therapist.”
I
laughed too, “Oh, that doesn’t put me off or scare me! I’m a surviving member of corporate
We
all had a good chuckle and went back to sipping our coffee. I had an odd feeling about the vibe between
the two of them for a second. Thinking
that it seemed odd that El would be any kind of “friends” with someone so much
younger than us, but I quickly dismissed it.
We
chatted about various things and drank our coffee for a while and I got up to
go get the pot for refills. I topped off
all of our cups and returned the pot, as I returned to the little table Alicia
gave El a look and a rather sly grin and asked her, “So, do you think she’d be
willing to help me out?”
I’m
sure a look of confusion crossed my face as I stood there for a second, “Help
you? What do you need my help with
Alicia?”
El
looked over at me as I sat down and said, “Char, Alicia’s doing her research
right now for her end of term paper in one of her courses.”
“Ohhhhh,
I see, and you need a questionnaire or survey completed or something to gather
data with?” I asked, looking directly at her.
“Well,
yes, I’m collecting data but it’s not really a formal survey or questionnaire
or anything.” She said.
“Char.” El spoke my name sharply….not really loud,
but more than a bit sharply and my head jerked around to look at her.
“I’d
like you to help Alicia out with her research, alright?”
Inside
my entire body slumped in relief, I would have sworn she was about to take the
dominant role with me again right in front of this young girl. I was aware of my cheeks coloring slightly as
the relief swept through me.
“Oh
sure, I wouldn’t mind at all. Just tell
me what you need.” I said.
“Good.”
El said, “What she’s going to need first is for you to stand up, turn around
and show her what I did to your ass last night.”
My
heart stopped! My eyes froze wide open. Oh my god…..my mind screamed….Noooooooooo not in
front of her!!! I don’t know her, not to
mention she’s less than half my age! OH
MY GOD! I just stared at El for a very,
very long moment. Finally, my mouth
began to move – not my body – just my mouth as I began to mumble bits and
pieces of words.
“But…..h-how….?? I don’t…..underst……why?” My eyes imploring El to back off, or to laugh
and admit she was just teasing me. In
response her eyes narrowed a bit
“Char,
do as I said, I’ve already explained to Alicia about our relationship. So you should have no problem with doing as
I’ve asked, now should you?” she paused, “And you DO know what will happen if
you don’t....don’t you?” Oh god, there
was that tone, the one that cut through me, that frightened and thrilled me at
the same time….and right then I knew, I knew that I had no way out of
this. As she add
the thinly veiled threat I suddenly noticed the paddle was sitting there on the
table beside her. She was going to make
me display myself to this girl…….suddenly I drew in a lungful of air quite
sharply as I realized that was probably not all she was going to require of
me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks
as my face blazed red with embarrassment - both at my predicament and knowing
that Alicia now knew about El and I.
And, god help me, my nipples began to stiffen under the silk robe.
I
looked over at Alicia, she was smiling expectantly, knowingly, and with some
hint of coldness that rang through me and suddenly, at that moment I knew this
had been a setup, that she was dying to get her hands on me and that I was in
for a humiliating, painful and most probably very thrilling morning.
“Well? Do you?”
El’s voice was more insistent now, making me jump slightly as it brought
me back from my little introspective reverie.
“N-no,
El……um, I guess not.” I slowly pushed
back and stood up from the little table, my eyes pleading with her once
more…….please don’t make me do this……my face burned hotter with
embarrassment……my stomach in a very tight knot…….and my nipples now prominently
displayed through my thin silk robe.
I
took a deep breath, El nodded at me and I knew this was what she wanted me to
do and I slowly turned around to face directly away from Alicia’s seat. Time seemed to slow down measurably as I
moved my hands down to the bottom of the short robe. I could feel my heart pounding, my god am I
really going to do this?? Expose my
beaten ass to a near child??!! What will
she say? What will she think? It was one
thing that she might think that I was a submissive slut, but now I was about to
prove it to her.
Finally,
El cleared her throat and barked, “NOW char!”
My
body jerked and my shoulders jumped reflexively at the harsh command and I
closed my fingers around the end of the material of my robe on both sides and
lifted it up. In that instant, not only
did I expose my marked ass to a complete stranger who was half my age, but I
cemented my place with El. After this
there would be no going back to “equal friends” she would have the upper hand
with me now and forever…..and I was pretty sure that she knew it too.
“Ohhhhhh”
Alicia cooed at the sight of my ass being exposed to her, “Oh El, you did a
very nice job there, good color, nice spacing.
Um, could you have her bend over for me now? I’d like a closer look as I ask her a few
questions.”
Another
deep wave of humiliation washed through me, not even a thought of asking
me……just the presumption of fact that I would do whatever El told me to do –
and she was right. I could feel the degradation
in the pit of my stomach…..and as it went lower it got warmer and warmer and
warmer until it manifested itself in my now already damp pussy.
“Thank
you Alicia” El gushed at her, “I’m glad you approve, and of course, whatever
you want.”
“Bend
over char…..and spread you legs for us.”
Came the next direction. And I did.
I
slid my legs open widely and, holding the robe up above my ass, I bent at the
waist, further and further, feeling my heavy breasts dangling against the silk
of the robe, pushing my pussy back and spreading it slightly open to the both
of them.
I
felt rather than heard her move from the table to stand beside me, my body
twitched nervously as I felt her soft smooth hand cup my right ass cheek and
run lightly up and down over it. She
stood there, holding my recently beaten ass in her hand and bent slightly so
that I could feel her breath on my neck as she spoke to me.
“You
see, my thesis has to do with the sexual appetites of women at mid-life.” She laughed a bit and added, “I’ve already
done some research with El here and when she told me about you....and your
slutty cravings, I knew I had to add some more data.” She laughed again as she squeezed my ass
cheek a little.
“Now,
tell me.....Slut!” She punctuated the
“slut” with a hard slap on my already sore ass..... Cccccracckk!!
“You DO love to be used like the subby slut that you are, don’t you?”
“UUUUNnnggghhhhhhhh...” I groaned and expelled the lungful of breath
that I didn’t realize that I’d been holding.
Her words seared my brain, belittling, degrading...and absolutely
thrilling. I couldn’t believe it, El was going to let this girl have at me while she
watched. This girl who was less than
half my age was slapping my ass, calling me a slut....and I knew it was only
the beginning. My cunt drooled on my
leg.
CCCCrraaccccccccckkkk!!! She spanked the other cheek a bit harder than
the first.
“Well? Answer me Slut!”
“Uuuuuunnnnnnggggggggggghhh!!” I grunted
again at the blow, “Yessssss........A-A-Alicia.”
“Yes,
I thought so” her hand squeezed my now warm and still aching ass again and then
slipped down between my legs “otherwise your cunt wouldn’t be so wet, now would
it?” She massaged over my damp puffy
lips and then spread them open, very slowly, causing me to gush harder with the
pure nasty thrill of it.
Then
she leaned a little closer to my ear, her fingers playing up and down the
insides of my sopping cunt, “Tell me slut.....what did El promise you last
night?”
My
mind raced, trying to think through the fog of humiliation and desire, what??
What had she said? And then, suddenly,
her words exploded in my brain. My body
stiffened and quaked when I realized what she meant........Nooo....it couldn’t
be!! Dear God.....she’s going to spank
my pussy!!!!!
Her
fingers circled around the sides of my clit and then she pinched it with her
nails harshly and unexpectedly!
Oooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwww!! I groaned loudly as the burst of pain shot
through my clit.
“Well? C’mon slut!!
Speak up!! What are you going to
get today??” she demanded.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh...”
I panted and groaned, “I’m going to get....a .....spanking.....on.....my.......tits
and p-p-pussyyyyyyyyyyy” I cried.
Rubbing
her fingers around my clit, she chuckled.
“Yes,
that’s right. But, first.......you’re
going to have to beg for it! You DO want
us to believe that you want it, don’t you slut?”
My
mind went white, then black and then gray.
At that moment I finally understood that despite my career, my
upbringing, my so-called values and/or morals that I was going to do anything
and everything that either one of them told me to - no questions, no
resistance.......no limit.
“Ohhhhhhh....yessss Alicia......yesssssss please......PLEASSSEEE!!!”
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