January 11, 2008

• The Spanking

  He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

  “You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

  “Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

  “Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

  “Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

  “Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

  “Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

  His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

  “Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

  Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

  “Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

  He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

  “You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

  He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

   

  His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

   

  Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

   

  He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

  “Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

   

  He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

   

  Chapter 2

   

  She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

   

  She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

   

  “OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

   

  She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

   

  He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

   

  He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

   

  He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

   

  She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

   

  He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

   

  “It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

   

  So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

   

  Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

   

  “I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

   

  Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

   

  He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

   

  The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

   

  John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

   

  Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

   

  “I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

  • 9:57 pm
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