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Bedroom Eyes 23

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I had to think about the logistics of fucking Stephanie and Maires before lunch, since they didn’t seem to be interested in food. I was. Still, Stephanie and I were the last to have straight-ish sex, some time in the early hours of this morning. So it was Maires’s turn. On the other hand, Stephanie was still a guest, though she was losing that status and becoming part of the family. I decided her guest status still applied. So I’d fuck her first.

Anyway, I knew that’d make Maires complain, and I felt she deserved to have to wait her turn. I’d granted her authority over Stephanie, at least when I wasn’t present, so she needed to be set down a step or two. She’d still know she was doing all right. If she complained too much I’d make her join Stephanie getting the cane after dinner, and she knew that. 

That left positions. I thought about having the both of them bend over the bed side by side, and taking them, one by one, from behind. That didn’t seem to offer Maires much sensory input or participation while I fucked Stephanie, even if I stroked her.

So I rolled onto my back, nose and cock pointed at the ceiling. “Maires, you need your cunt on my mouth. And Stephanie, I think you know what to know.” 

Maires kissed me. “In a moment, Master. I think you want to watch first, while Stephanie sits herself down on your cock.”

I looked at her, surprised. “You’re right, I do. Stephanie!”

Stephanie straddled me, cunt not quite toucing the tip of my cock. “This will be the first time I have your cock in me, as my Master.”

“Yes.”

“I just like to mark these steps.” Maires smacked her bottom, and Stephanie lowered herself onto me. I watched my cock disappear, gasping at the sheer enveloping pleasure of it, of her. She lowered herself very slowly, millimetre by millimetre, wet soft skin taking in my harder skin, staring into my eyes.

At last she settled herself, my cock entirely inside her, her thighs holding me. “Uh,” she said happily. She stayed still for a long moment, then lifted herself and settled again. “Master?”

“Stephanie?”

 “Maires smacked me. She’s not allowed to do that when we’re all three together, is she?” 

I laughed and she rode, cowgirl-like, to stay in place. Every movement of her cunt was excruciatingly pleasurable, almost too much to bear. “No, you’re right. That’s two girls for the cane after dinner. Maires, stop beating your sister. Unless I’m not here.”

“Sister?” Maires smacked Stephanie’s bottom harder, so the room rang with it. “I suppose we’re sisters.” She smacked Stephanie’s arse again, then got up onto her knees and kissed her. “But you’re going to be one sorry sister, once I get you to myself.”

“You want the crop, Maires?” She’d long ago lost all fear of the cane, but the riding crop still gave her pause. 

“No, Master. Please not. I’m sorry.”

“Then get up here, and get your cunt licked. Stephanie needs something to hang on to, anyway.”

“Master is kind.” I can pack a lot of disdain into four syllables, but Maires is better.

I had things to say, but Maires lowered herself on all fours, thighs straddling my neck and shoulders, cunt pushed wetly against my mouth. She put her hands on the sheet, over my head. I’d been about to tell her she was a tissue’s width away from getting the crop instead of the cane after dinner. But I knew she knew that.

I pushed my tongue and nose against her, and devoted myself to making her stomach muscles tighten and her breath harsh, while Stephanie rode me. 

Time passed,while Stephanie fucked me, making full, wiggling use of her fulcrum, and I pleasured Maires. I could feel my own orgasm slowly gathering itself, not yet urgent. I wondered how Stephanie was.

More time passed, and at last I smacked Maires twice, as hard as I could, which made her close her eyes and lift her face to the ceiling, exposing her throat. I smacked her again, then pushed her back so she sat on my chest. She made a querulous sound.

“Sorry, love. I want to watch Stephanie come.”

Maires paused for a second, her expression changing from mock-aggrieved to conspiratorial. She slid off me, then leaned down and kissed Stephanie’s thigh. She lay down, arms holding my face and chest, her body pressed against both of us.

Stephanie’s eyes were still closed. What was important was moving inside her, in at least two senses, and I wasn’t sure she’d even noticed Maires’s departure. She made a little vocal sound as she rode me, like a gargle, then suppressed it.

She worked harder on me, sometimes swinging her hips sideways while working back and forth. Her breathing was louder and rhythmical, like a very small steamtrain. 

I reached up and held her breasts, then clamped her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. That had worked well before, but this time the effect was extraordinary. She opened her eyes wide and screamed, “Yab! Arb! Oaawwb!”

She fell forward onto me. I held her ass tight and hard. We pumped together, Stephanie still making strange noises that always ended in “b”, and at last I added my own bear noises. She bit me when she came. I hadn’t expected that. Then I came in her, while the world seemed to swirl in red and black for those orgasmic moments, before I couldf again see Stephanie’s golden hair, dishevelled and mine. 

We lay still, Stephanie’s weight on me. Maires raised herself and kissed Stephanie’s face, then mine. “You two. You two. You’re rather lovely, together.”

 

Bedroom Eyes 22

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We woke about lunchtime. Stephanie was stirring, between Maires and me. She felt me looking at her, and turned to me. Then she looked at Maires, who was still sleeping. She smiled, then widened that to a grin, then chuckled. She was happy to be here.

“Good morning.” She hesitated. “Sir.”

I reached to touch her mouth. “Morning, little love. Welcome.”

“That was an amazing night. I’ve never – I’ve never done any of that. It ever occurred to me that I would. Will you have me? I mean, often? No, I mean permanently?”

“I was hoping you’d want to stay with us. Live with us. We might have to find a new place.”

“I can go house-hunting with my Master, and, well, Maires is my mistress sometimes. That could be fun.”

“All right. We’ll do the steps, give notice here, and we can start our hunt this weekend.”

“Shit. I thought you’d want to think about it.”

“Stephanie-love, having you in my life with Maires. That took about a nano-second to decide. I expect Maires will do it quicker. The only thing that could be better than last night is lots of nights like last night. Beautiful girl.”

She nodded at the compliment, then kissed her fingers and put them to my mouth.

“Maires calls you Master. Should I?”

“Do you want to?”

“I was shocked the first time I heard Maires say it. But yes, it makes sense. I like you telling me what to do. I like you beating me, whether I do as I’m told or not.”

“I’m always fair!”

“You cheat a bit. You like my ass. Anyway, now I think I’d be happy. You’d be an accessory, beating, commanding, and fucking me. And kind of sweet. So, yes, I think a Master could be kind of useful. And you seem to be good enough at it. And you enjoy it. So if I must have a Master, it might as well be you.” She smiled, crookedly. 

I’d thought I was too fucked out to be turned on. But she was offering me something too wonderful and too hot not to react. My cock, under the sheets, not touching her, was getting hard. I moved closer, so my cock touched her thigh.

She nodded, reached down and stroked me. “I like that you enjoy it.”

“‘It might as well be me,'” I half-quoted. “You’re going to get the cane today. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“No. Tried once. Hurt too much.” 

“I am going to cane you. I’m serious about that. For being a bit cheeky just then, and because you should know what it’s like. And yeah, I’ll also enoy it, and love the marks afterwards, and I’m sure that’s part of the decision.”

“Does it hurt? No, that’s silly. Of course it will. I suppose it’s not up to me anyway, is it?”

“Nope. Not your decision. Be ready after dinner tonight. Then I’m going to fuck your stripey ass.”

Maires opened her eyes. I knew she’d been awake for some of that conversation, quietly listening. I said, “Good morning, Maires. We seem to be a threesome.”

“No,” Stephanie said. “We were a threesome last night. The fuck was a threesome. But when we live together, we’re a menage.”

Maires said, “I like a pedantic girl. But I’m still glad Master’s going to cane and buttfuck you. You need to be kept in your place, you do.” Stephanie snorted, and Maires kissed her. “Master, if you’re not around and she gets up herself, do I have spanking rights?”

Stephanie said, “No! Just Master.” 

So I said, “Yes, of course, Maires. She needs constant watching, I think. Just your hand, though. If you want to use an implement, you’ll have to ask my permission.”

Maires climbed over Stephanie to kiss me. “Morning, Master. You’ll always give me permission when I ask, though, won’t you?”

Stephanie said “Hey!”

“Hey, ‘Mistress’, to you, Stephanie. Is that right, Master?”

I thought about that. I wasn’t sure I wanted a rigid hierarchy. “No. When you’re both with me, you just use your names. When I’m not there, then Maires, you’re in charge. Stephanie, when it’s just the two of you, you obey Maires, you accept discipline from her, and you address her as Mistress. Is that clear?”

Stephanie and Maires said, “Yes Master,” more or less in unison. It’s easy to be a popular Master when you’re doing what the submissives want. Power, in bdsm, is never quite where it seems to be. I’ve never minded that. Maires reached down, and her hand joined Stephanie’s, stroking my cock. 

“Master, you’ve got duties. Two girls. We need fucking. Old-fashioned. P in V. I do and I’m pretty sure Stephanie does.”

Stephanie held my cock tight, then relaxed her grip. “This is true.”

I’d hoped I’d get lunch first. I thought I’d probably have to do something gymnastic, so that wherever my cock happened to be I was with both of them. I had no ideas yet. But I said, “OK.”

 

Bedroom Eyes 20

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I kissed Stephanie’s bottom, blazing hot after a hand spanking and twelve strokes with my belt. Maires had been kneeling in front of Stephanie, to watch her face and give her reassurance while I was belting her.

She kissed Stephanie’s forehead, then her nose. Then, because this seemed to be well received, she kissed Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie took her hands off the floor, to hold Maires’s shoulders while the kiss held.

I let Stephanie down then, back across my knees, and stroked her cunt. She was a wet girl. The muscles of her buttocks tightened, and she sighed into Maires’s mouth. I smacked her bottom lightly, affectionately and then held her in the bowling ball grip, my thumb into her ass and two fingers in her cunt. Her eyes widened as she felt my thumb enter and she gurgled, still into Maire’s mouth. 

I pushed my fingers deeper into her, then added a third finger for bulk, and started to finger-fuck her, slowly and forcefully. She raised her head and stared into Maires’s eyes, then dropped her hands from Maires’s shoulder, back down to the carpet to support herself, her fingers straight and spread.

Her toes curled tight and she undulated on my lap in silence, not even remembering to breathe until she suddenly had to exhale and take in a new gulp of air. 

Maires slid her hands under Stephanie to cup her breasts, then pinch her nipples until Stephanie gasped. Stephanie closed her eyes then and her thighs spread a little, her hips moving faster on my lap. I sped up to match. 

Stephanie gasped again when Maires, who had a cruel streak, twisted her nipples, still pressing them tight. Her mouth opened, she cooed one long, “Ooooo.” We lasted another few seconds, my hand tired but still moving fast, and Stephanie suddenly froze, her whole body tense on my knee.

She made a little squeak, then raised her face and her feet and screamed, as if she was terrified. She came, her thighs closed again. 

She lowered her head and her feet returned to the floor. I said, “Good girl,” because I approve of pleasure. Then, “I think you’ve got more.” I ignored the cramping in my fingers and pumped her, hard and fast as I could manage. The next scream, about thirty seconds later, was louder. The third took a minute, and was quieter, on a wailing, falling note. 

I pulled her up then so she sat straddling me, and lowered her onto my cock. I had to hold myself back, because I hadn’t put on a condom and though I knew we were both STD-free I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant. But we moved together blissfully, skin to skin, both agreeing that the other was a darling and a wonder. 

But after about two minutes I could feel my orgasm close and unavoidable. I bounced Stephanie off my cock, and she cried out, dismayed. Maires took my cock in my mouth, while I lent back taking Stephanie down on top of me to give Maires room. I lasted about ten seconds before coming. Maires’ took me all the way into her mouth, licking, suckling and swallowing. 

Stephanie straddled me, at my lower belly to give Maires room to work. She smiled down at me and put her hands down on the sheets on either side of my head. “You’re not done yet, my Sir. You have to fuck both of us properly, and you know it.”

“We’re not getting out of bed today, are we?”

Maires raised her head, kissing the tip of my cock. “I doubt it. We can get pizza later. If you haven’t fucked us both by then, I don’t like the pizza boy’s chances.”

 She crawled up beside Stephanie and me. “Actually, I reckon pizza boy is safe. I’ve known this bozo for years. He needs a little downtime, but he’ll be back in working order. But in the meantime … I have potions to rub into the amazing asses of superhot spanked girls. So they feel cooler. Would you like the Maires massage?” 

Stephanie, for no obvious reason, reached down to take my cock, wet, soft and still drooling come, into her hand. She squeezed me gently, then let me go. She looked down into my eyes. “Can you take my weight while Maires repairs my poor beaten bottom?”

“Sure, you’re a feather, you.” This was not true, but it’s the only thing to say.

Maires kissed Stephanie poor, beaten bottom, and my mouth. She winked at me, then got up and went to search in her bedside drawer.

 

Note

This is the first time in years that one of my posts hasn’t been listed with Marie Rebelle’s Wicked Wednesday. But like all good things, that wonderful forum has come to its end. 

Any suggestions re memes I can latch it to will be gratefully received.

Monica meets the wooden spoon

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So we lay in Monica’s bed. Danny the cat had looked death at me as my foot blocked the way just before the door closed. But I was happy with his absence even if he wasn’t. Monica might have lost a smidgeon of protection but she didn’t seem to mind.

Monica had already been nearly naked before I tipped her onto her bed, but I had to pull off my shoes and socks, jacket and shirt, and pants before I joined her. While I was undressing Monica turned over onto her hands and knees and waggled her arse at me. She was right: I was hard again, wanting her, only about ten minutes after I’d come in her mouth.

So I lay down beside her, on my back, and pulled her over my lap, her hard little arse jutting gloriously upwards, Monica looked up at me.

“I know what this is! I’ve never actually been in it before. But this is the Famous Spanking Position!” I could hear the capital letters.

“Yeah.” I slapped her bottom lightly, then caressed her. She felt wonderful, firm and soft.

She said, “And you’re happy.” She meant she could feel my cock, hard, under her belly. I reached my fingers into the crevice between her lower buttocks and ran them further down, spider-walking with my fingertips until I touched her cunt. She jerked at the contact, my fingertips now a little wet and slippery, and then relaxed as I stroked her, very lightly. Her knees and her forehead dipped and rested on the sheet, all her consciousness, I expected, focussed on her cunt and my fingers.

Then, without warning I suddenly smacked her left cheek, hard. She sang, “Yiii!” But she looked alarmed only for a microsecond, then she grinned. It hadn’t hurt. Far from it.

I said, “‘Thank you, Sir; may I have another?'”

She looked at me, again with only a microsecond of disbelief before she nodded. “Thank you, sir. May I have another one? Just like that?”

She got another, and asked for more. And we continued, Monica learning that the Famous Spanking Position works, until her lower bottom, where I’d concentrated the smacks, glowed red and nicely warm. After the twelfth smack I stroked her cunt again, finding her comfortably relaxed and even wetter.

She sighed under my hand, and raised and turned her head to look at me. “Why is that so fucking hot?”

I considered not answering, because the explanation I knew wasn’t as sexy as it should be. Not as sexy as getting her even hornier and then beginning the promised hundred strokes from her wooden spoon. But it had been a serious question, so I said, “Have you ever manually tuned a radio? Or a TV?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, just before you reach the station, you get a loud burst of white noise, right?” 

“Yeah?” 

“That’s the carrier wave. It carries and boosts the signal.” 

“OK.”

“Inside the carrier wave, when you tune the receiver closer, you get the signal, all the creative stuff, the words and music, plus vision if it’s a TV. That’s the content. But without the carrier wave the content isn’t very powerful. I mean it probably wouldn’t reach your set, or only very weakly.”

“OK.” 

“Arousal works the same way. I smack your arse. Stimulation, right? Your body reacts, strongly. That’s the carrier wave: arousal. But on its own the arousal is just loud white noise. It’s the signal that gives it meaning. So if you’re already turned on, and the context is sexy, then each smack boosts your arousal and boosts the signal, makes it sexier. You’re creative too: you create a lot of the sexiness of it.”

Monica reached for and kissed the hand that had just spanked her. “Yeah, I see that. If I was at work and you were my supervisor and you slapped me on the arse: same stimulation but the meaning would be different, and it’d make me fucking angry.”

“Exactly. Of course it helps that every smack on your arse, your cunt feels it too. And, um, some people, they like to let go sometimes and have things just happen to them. They like to issue a good, helpless, sexual surrender. Not that you’re like that,” I lied, politely. 

“It’s not hypnosis,” Monica said, “but it’s still a mind game. And you still need the subject’s cooperation, just like I do.” She nodded. “I have to be turned on. And feeling a bit surrendered.” 

I pressed two fingertips into her cunt. She moved, trying for more, and captured my fingers to the first knuckle. I pressed further then withdrew a little, hoping it was good but still frustrating. Monica flopped up and down on my cock, in response, like a fish on the bottom of a boat.

I said, “Yeah.” I took the wooden spoon. “Now we’re going to make the signal … stronger.”  

I let the convex side of the spoon land, hard, on the crown of her right buttock, where – so far – I hadn’t warmed her with my hand. Monica yelped.

I struck her again, on her left cheek, so she knew this was going to be hard. And relentless.

Monica yelped and sighed, not at all unhappy. She said nothing more, but began to rock as the blows fell, using my cock as her fulcrum.

 

Sinful Sunday: The comfy bed

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The greatest scene in the history of movie-making (I’m with Noot, who said, “Oh, I am enjoying this!) is the one that ends with a zillion Scots girls pretending to be virgins, who shout, “And after the Spanking … the Oral Sex!” 

But while that’s generally a sound approach to life, you need to have just one thing intervene between the two: the comfy bed!

(Thanks as always to my model the lovely Zoë.)

Sinful Sunday: Life is not black and white

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Keli had not, in fact, ever been spanked before. Or given commands by someone who expected her to do as she was told. She contacted me, through this fine website, to point out this tragic fact and see if I might help. 

So we talked. It turned out that she lived over seventy miles away. The rules of first meetings, in bdsm, are black and white: I gave her my details and told her to check them, and give them to a friend, and proposed that we meet for the first time in some safe public place. Then, if all went well, I could take her to my place or hers. That second rendezvous probably to be at a later date.

But Keli wasn’t interested. She gave me her address, said she was alone and that I should get there, now. It was an emergency!

So I packed a basic tool kit and drove. When I found the place (I mean her house), we were both a little on the impatient side. This photo was taken within about three minutes of our meeting for the first time.  

People don’t always act sensibly. Neither of us were. Still, sometimes, not being sensible turns out wonderfully. Like here. 

 

Sinful Sunday: Little Pleasures

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Arethusa enjoyed a good spanking and a good flogging. But best of all was getting both, over the space of an hour or so. That sensation, the stimulation and the warmth, and the mental satisfaction of sinking into submission and knowing that nothing that happens is her choice: those things are hot, and luxurious.

But sometimes she’d cheat a bit, reach down and help herself to even more pleasure. 

The indulgent Master doesn’t mind. Just keeps those smacks coming. 

 

Wicked Wednesday: In the Realm of the Sensei 23

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Yua looked at him, holding his eyes with hers, while she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt. She shrugged the shirt off and let it fall behind her, standing naked before him. 

Seamus knew he’d made a tactical error, if he didn’t plan to have sex with this girl. It was obvious she would be, as his friend Amida had told him, a luscious fuck. She was smiling, partly to entice him, and partly because she couldn’t help but feel triumphant. Her naked body, smoothly voluptuous, was the strongest signal and the most powerful argument in this room, and she knew it. 

He swallowed, and only then could he speak. “Yua, I am going to cure you of laziness. And disobeying rules. And maybe even your silly, childish game-playing.” 

Her smile flickered when he said “childish”. She was womanly, and she wanted to be treated as such. He was the only male hold-out among the staff, and she’d also made an impressive set of conquests among the younger women teachers.

That helped Seamus decide his next move. He reached for her wrist and pulled her forward, dumping her face-down over his knee. “So we’ll deal with your silly, childish behaviour. Now.”

He raised his hand, flattening his palm and brought it sharply down. Yua’s bottom was soft under his hand, and moon-pale. She was the first student to receive this treatment, as a student, though of course he had spanked Asuka many times.

A few seconds later that delectable bottom was still femininely soft, but not quite as pale.

He applied another smack, on her other cheek, and then began a hard, brisk spanking, leaving her no time to absorb the pain. But he gave her a short pause, her bottom already a deep pink, after a dozen spanks, and then began again, a little harder.

Seamus wasn’t counting the spanks, but after many pauses Yua began to gasp. He continued, spanking her sweet, distinctly red bottom for another ten minutes. By then the gasps of discomfort had became a low, continuous noise, part wail and part growl. She found his cock was hard, beneath her, and she rocked herself against it as she writhed under his smacks.

The little room echoed with the sounds of spanking, and of a girl getting off on being spanked. He could smell her arousal and, he had to admit, she would be able to smell his. But he continued while she writhed under him, until he heard her sniffing, along with that sexual, big cat’s growl. He’d made her cry, perhaps the first time he’d really done so.

But suddenly she raised her upper body and her legs into the air, making a series of inarticulate, blissful cries as she ground herself on his hard fulcrum. At last she stilled, her body relaxed over his knee. She said, “Oh, Seamus, thank you, thank you, Sensei.”

Seamus said, “You’re not very easy to punish, are you?”

She said, “Oh, yes I am. Very easy, for you.”

“Hah. Next time I think I’ll use a thumbscrew.”

“Is that something Western? For schoolgirls? I’d like that!”

He smacked her bottom again. “I wouldn’t put it past you. But get dressed now, Yua. And for god’s sake wear your uniform and do your homework.”

“Or you’ll spank me and make me come again. Hai, Sensei.”

“Ok, you’re done. Get up and get dressed, Yua.” 

She slipped off his knee, but crouched before him, looking at the erection she’d recently made use of. “But … I’d like to please you too. You pleased me very much.” 

Seamus shook his head. “Next class, girl.” 

So she dressed, wiggling slightly more than that process really required, kissed him, and skipped away.

Seamus was still seated. He stood up at last, willing his cock to go down. He wasn’t sure he’d won that round.

 

  

Masturbation Monday: I endorse this plan

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Roland put his hand on Teresa’s back. His cock pressed against her right thigh. He was very hard. Most of his mind had turned off, too, she expected.

He said, “Of course this is going to hurt. If it didn’t it wouldn’t be real, and it wouldn’t be sexy. So I mean to hurt you, Teresa O’Sullivan. Hurt you personally and particularly and deliberately. If I went lighter it’d just be mildly painful and feel kind of annoying. But if I go harder, your body responds to it. You won’t feel it as pain at all. Ok?”

He let her see his hand, suspended until she replied. She frowned. “That… might be right.” 

He held eye contact with her while his hand landed again across her arse, which was – if his phone camera hadn’t lied – already a blazing red. She could feel its heat. He leant down and kissed her ear.

He whispered, “So don’t you bother complaining that it hurts. Unless you want to turn me on.”

“Mmm. You’re such a cruel boy.”

He put his hand on her back to hold her down, and smacked her hard on the tops of her thighs, adding eleven very fast, very hard smacks while she wailed and squirmed.

“I don’t need to hear from you again, Teresa, until you thank me for your spanking when I’m finished.”

Teresa nodded, bowing her head. The explanation of why a hard spanking hurts less than a mild one was, she knew, Roland’s style. He liked a well informed submissive. But now he was being sexy billionaire Julian again, a man who never apologised and never explained. He pressed one hand just below the nape of her neck, holding her down across his desk while he resumed her spanking.

For a long time the room echoed with the sharp sound of Roland’s hard hand on Teresa’s soft, rounded, flesh and her laboured breathing and her occasional mews, which might have been little cries of pain, or pleasure, or both.

At about what she judged – she wasn’t counting – was the ninetieth or possibly hundredth spank he stopped.Teresae said nothing. She’d found herself, at last, in a strange, floating world of her own, an erotic world in which there was only a continuous heat and knowledge of her own acceptance of that.

It seemed an far away and unimportant fact, that he’d stopped spanking her.

She was aware of events – he pulled out the top drawer of the desk and took out a bottle of lubricant, pouring the gel liberally onto his forefinger and index finger – but she hardly thought of them as having importance to her. Until he pressed against her anal ring, and after a pause and a little more pressure she opened and admitted his fingers. She was still floating after her spanking, and very relaxed.

It felt pleasant and oddly comforting, though in a sense it was far away, barely connected to her. There was nothing Roland could do, just then, that she wouldn’t accept. She had abandoned herself to trust in him. He let the two fingers enter to the second knuckle, spreading the lube inside until she was slick and his fingers moved easily. Then he removed them, coated them again, and re-entered her.

This time Teresa’s eyes opened, and she made a languorous sound. “You’re going to fuck my arse. And give me your come. I, uh, endorse this plan. Oh! And thank-you-for-my-spanking, sir…”