When sent to fetch a rubber-soled slipper, there’s only one way to move, Jennifer discovers. On hands and knees.
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In which Jennifer is tempted, yearning beyond all measure, and a temptation. She and Will tell each other so much without speaking.
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Will places Jennifer over his knee. Jennifer reacts to his spanks at first, wailing and writhing over his knee. Then she discovers his cock, absolutely hard for her. That seemed to need further investigation.
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Jennifer undresses for her spanking. She knows that while she has to do as she’s told, she has far more power in her and Will’s mutual seduction than either of them want to acknowledge.
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Jennifer is to be spanked for flashing young men in President Thomas Paine School. Oddly, that involves her shedding more clothes than she ever did when she was being mischievous. But now she’s trying to be a good girl, who accepts her fate as she’s told.
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This is episode X of what evolved and expanded to become that very erotic and engrossing ebook, Jennifer’s Pleats and Pleas 3: Trying to be a Good Girl.
In this episode, something incredibly steamy happens, but I’ll tell you what it is later. (Tech issues to fix first.)
Unfortunately, I’ve had to remove the actual text, because this excellent and very sexy book is about to be submitted for sale through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Apple Books, 24symbols, Angus and Robinson, tolino, Rakuten Kobo and Vivlio. Very soon I’ll give you a link to a page where you can choose your favoured book supplier. Come back now!
3
In her bed, when she’d lost count of her orgasms and her body burned, she found herself sitting up, her back to him, his cock pressed against her ass.
He spread her legs, and put his right hand on her cunt. He patted, and the pats became blows. She knew, in her conscious mind, that he was spanking her cunt quite hard.
But it didn’t hurt at all.
His voice sounded strained, urgent: “Say, thank you, sir!”
And, lost, when his hand next landed, fingers spread on her soft, wet self, Ellie wailed, “Thank you, Master!”
She felt him hardening. “I think you’re right.” He sounded surprised.
Later, her face in a pillow, her ass up, being ridden, she howled again, a ululation of pleasure and of something wrenching, shifting inside her.
When she was finished he rode her hard, seeking only his own pleasure. She felt his whole body spasm when he came in her. She’d pleased him. That mattered.
When his body had relaxed he kissed her ear and rolled to lie beside her, his arm over her body.
“You called me Master.”
She felt a chill. He was going to be sensible now. Restore sense. “I did. I’m sorry, I know you didn’t ask me to. It just felt right.”
“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Her heart sank. “But if you meant it, then I’m happy to be –”
Ellie wriggled back towards him, her skin against his. She thought about sucking him hard again, but he’d fallen asleep.
In the morning they’d talk. But he’d taken her, and when she’d given him more he’d taken that too. Maybe she had a Master, and… He’d made her wait half an hour. Half an hour and thirty-four years. She followed him into sleep.
[The end]
“Not for trusting me. For disobeying me, and for being silly about safety calls. This is the last time I’ll repeat this order: come here.”
Come here, Ellie thought. Here. I’m going to come, with you, here on my couch, for the first time. She felt light-headed. “This is when you tell me to bend over?”
“Just lower yourself over my thighs. Use your fingers and toes to keep yourself steady. Make sure you’re comfortable. I’m going to spank you. But you’ll be ok. I’ll look after you.”
That made no sense. But Ellie put her hand on his shoulder and leaned forward. He helped her down. She wriggled, exploring her new position, amazed that she might become used to it. He pushed the robe to her shoulders. She felt the air on her body. “One more thing. When I give you an order, I want you to say, Yes, sir. Just before you obey me. Can you do that?”
“Uh.” Ellie felt his hand, stroking her bottom. Then the lightest warning pat. “Yes, sir,” she said quickly.
“Feet apart.”
“Yes, sir.” Ellie shuffled, opening for him. His cock was hard, under her belly. He wanted her. Well, that made them even.
His hand landed. The impacts moved from left to right, lower and higher, in a steady, unchanging rhythm. Slowly the smacks got harder, and Ellie could feel the heat. She must be red by now. There was pain, then more. Why was this heaven? She began to rock herself on his lap, pressing against his cock.
He spanked her hard now, so that it hurt, really hurt. It was still heaven. She made a throaty noise. At last he stopped. She felt his fingers trailing down into the cooler skin between her buttocks, and slid her feet a little further apart. He said, “Beautiful girl. Good girl.”
His fingers entered her, reaching deep, then pressing downwards. Oh god. He stroked her, pressing his thumb against her cunt, his fingers fucking her. Reaching deep inside her.
“Oh,” Ellie said, then, much later, “Ohf!” The sweetness surged and took her. Her orgasm cry reminded her of a wolf under the moon.
She gasped, head up, savage, then let her head fall forward and down, while he stroked her. Ge was pleased with her, she knew.
He kept her on his lap, praising her, stroking her. Finally he let her go, and she sank onto her knees before him, looking up at his eyes.
He smiled down at her.
“I seem to remember, when we were talking. On the phone. You mentioned amazing fellatio skills.”
2
The door opened. Ellie looked up at him. He was taller than she’d expected, blond, with a ridiculously fashionable haircut. He wore jeans and a good jacket. He’d sent pictures, but you never know until you actually meet someone. He smelled of walnuts, she thought. Walnuts and oiled wood.
He smiled at her, and her heart lifted. She’d been afraid of what he’d think of her. He said, as if he were surprised, “God, Ellie, you’re beautiful! And you’ve done as you’re told. You’re lovely. And good.”
She gaped at him, embarrassed, happy. She had nothing to say back. She couldn’t think.
He reached for her head. Ellie opened her mouth, expectantly, but he grabbed a handful of her hair. “Stand,” he said. She fumbled, trying to obey but clumsy, and he eventually pulled her up himself. His eyes were still kind, but there was something about his mouth. He said, “Put your hands by your sides. Now, please.”
She obeyed, frowning. Should she obey? Then she felt his hand land on her bottom.
The skin buzzed where he’d made contact. She’d let a man smack her. Now he smiled. “When I tell you to do something …”
“I do it, quickly?”
He smacked her again. Her bottom … No, her cunt felt it. She’d imagined this many times, using both hands as she thought of it, till she came. The reality was as confusing and as arousing as she’d hoped. She felt the sex of it, the heat, the need it brought her, deep inside.
His arms held her. He was warm. He stroked her, where he’d spanked. Then he let his finger slip between her buttocks, to stroke her cunt gently. Ellie gasped, and straightened, still in his arms. He was testing how wet she was, she thought. Then: No, he knows that I’m wet.
He’s showing me he isn’t going to ask for my permission to touch me. She leant her head against his shirt, kissed his chest.
He said, “That’s right. Obedience means obeying quickly. Which reminds me: are you expecting your safety call?”
Oh, shit! He’d stressed it, but she’d already decided he was ok.“No. I–No, I forgot.”
He nodded, as if resigned. He let her go—she wanted his body back—and sat on the couch.
He looked up, and indicated his knees. “Ellie, I’m glad you trust me, but… First, I told you to have a safety call. You agreed that you do as you’re told. That’s how this works. Second, not having one is stupid and irresponsible. Come here.”
Ellie came to him. She looked at him, not sure whether she was afraid or if she was teasing him. “You’re going to spank me for trusting you?”
Ellie and Sir (his name was Richard, but she’d starting thinking of him, in her own mind, as Sir) had been talking for weeks since he’d replied to her ad. She felt she knew him quite well.
He could be professorial, but he didn’t take himself too seriously. He made jokes about his own absurdities. They weren’t very funny, but only a sane man would make them. He laughed at her jokes. He’d told her his name and address and where he worked. Those details had checked out. Some men’s hadn’t. He’d lectured her about having a safety call in place before she met anyone, including him.
But she’d told him her address only an hour ago. They lived just a few miles apart. He’d asked her if she’d like a visitor, but then before she could answer, he’d apologised for moving too fast. She’d said, “Yes”, interrupting him.
She’d heard the surprise and relief in his voice. But it was gone a few seconds later. He’d told her how she was to meet him, and that he’d punish her if she hadn’t complied exactly.
When she took her place, on her knees for him, she’d felt, for the first time in her life, that she was obeying.
She was submitting. Even that knowledge of her own mental state was pleasurable.
When he arrived she’d be looking up at him, her body presented for him. As if it was responding to that thought her fell open. She could move her hands and close it. But that’d be cheating; that would be no way to begin.
She heard someone’s steps near her door. Her heart thumped with anticipation, and just a little fear.