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Part 11.
The following morning I packed the girls off to school, having given their tender young pussies my customary tickle. They both smiled at me as they left and I thought how nice they looked in their immaculate uniforms. I turned my attention to Sally, who was wearing a dark grey skirt and matching jacket, together with a pale blue blouse.
“You look nice this morning.” I said.
“Thanks.” She said with a smile.
“What you got on underneath?” I said with a grin. She blushed slightly, then smiled back at me.
“I decided to go without a bra today, is that ok with you?”
“Perfectly fine. And the rest?”
She blushed again, then began to lift her skirt. In moments it was bunched around her waist and I could examine her tight, white knickers which showed off her mound perfectly. “And the back.” I demanded. She smiled again then turned and bent at the waist, pushing her shapely arse towards me.
“Very nice indeed! How is your backside this morning, a bit tender, is it?”
She ran her hands over her cheeks, then said, “No, I’m fine, really!”
“Maybe I should have put more effort into it yesterday?” I grinned.
“Whatever you think, darling, but it seemed enough to me when I was over your knee, I must admit!” She smiled shyly. I stepped towards her and ran my hands over her firm cheeks. She sighed happily at my touch.
“Well perhaps I’ll give you a bit more to think about this evening. Would you like that?”
She practically purred in response, “Oh yessss! Oh Steve, that would be lovely!”
I gave her arse a crisp smack, she squealed in surprise, then looked over her shoulder at me, still presenting her arse towards me. “You really do like this, don’t you?”
She giggled, then wriggled her arse as I continued to stroke it, “It just feels so right, so natural. It’s like it’s where I belong. Doesn’t that sound so weak, so stupid?”
“No, not at all. You know what you want, Sal, and you’re not silly enough to deny yourself. You carry on enjoying yourself, but now we have to go to work.” I stepped back from her and grinned. She pouted, suddenly looking sullen.
“Oh, it’s not fair.” She cried, sounding remarkably like Sandra when she complained at some injustice. I stepped forward and gave Sally’s arse another crisp smack. She sighed with pleasure, then moaned again as I pulled her skirt down to cover her arse. “Will you punish me again later, Steve?” She asked, a pleading tone in her voice.
“I think I’m going to have to! Now you behave yourself today, or you won’t sit comfortably for some time, got that?”
She dropped her head, looked at me with wide, pleading eyes. “Yes Steve.” She said, contritely.
All day long at work I kept my eye on her. She moved around the office frequently, stopping to chat with several of the men we worked with. During our mid-morning coffee break she disappeared off to the toilets, and when she returned her face was flushed pink and she eyed me furtively. I also noticed that she had opened a couple of buttons on her blouse. I watched her for the rest of the day with mounting amusement. It was clear she was putting on a performance she hoped would make me angry so that I’d punish her at home. She flirted blatantly with a couple of guys from the post room, and even allowed one or two to have brief glimpses down her top. Finally it was time to finish for the day and she came to me immediately, a nervous smile on her face.
“Everything ok, my darling?” She asked, a little breathlessly.
“No it is not.” I snarled at her, feigning anger.
“Why, what’s wrong?” She asked, an unmistakable flutter of nervousness in her voice.
“You know exactly what’s wrong. You’ve been showing off again, haven’t you? I’ve watched you flirting with all the men today, and I’m not happy at all. I think you know what’s going to happen when we get home, don’t you?”
She shuddered, “Yes Steve.” She said quietly.
“So let’s go home then. You can’t escape it, you know.”
“Yes, Steve, er I mean, no Steve, I mean, that is, I er…” She stammered, her face flushed with pleasure. We walked to the car in silence. As I drove us home I began to tease her.
“You loved flirting with the guys today, didn’t you?”
“I, er …”
“Do you think any of them saw your tits? You let some of them look down your top on purpose didn’t you?”
“No! No I’m sure they didn’t see anything. I knew they were looking, but I didn’t like it, I promise Steve.”
“Why didn’t you move away then? Why did you open the buttons on your top?”
“I, er. I don’t know, Steve.”
“You don’t know?”
“No Steve. I’m sorry.”
“You just like letting the boys have a look at you, don’t you? It gets you all turned on, doesn’t it? That’s why you like letting Richard have a good look at you. Isn’t that right?”
“I suppose so, yes Steve.”
“Maybe I should make you show off to the guys in the office more often? Let a few of them see your charms, how would you like that?”
She twisted and turned in her seat, agonising over the prospect of her work colleagues seeing her, the agony and the ecstasy! “I, er, I don’t think I’d like that Steve, but if you tell me to do it, then I will, I promise.”
I had to cut short my fun as we turned into he driveway of home. A few minutes after we arrived at the house the girls came in. They came to me at once, hugging and kissing me as I ran my hands across their firm young bodies. Sally watched from the corner of the room as I slipped my hand into Helen’s school blouse and squeezed her firm tits, making her gasp and sigh. Then I ran my hand up Sandra’s skirt and stroked her firm, tight little arse. Suddenly I broke away from them.
“Well, I’d love to stop and play, girls, but there’s something I need to do. You see your mum has been very naughty again today, and now I have to punish her. Isn’t that right, Sally?” The two girls looked at Sally, slightly worried looks on their faces. “Come on Sal, own up. You’ve been a naughty, rude girl today, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Steve.” She said quietly, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Right then, off you go to your room, wait for me there.” She moved towards the stairs, carefully avoiding eye contact with her daughters. “And you can take your things off and get ready while you’re waiting. I want you ready when I come upstairs.”
“Yes Steve.”
“Steve?” Helen whispered, “What did she do?”
“Never mind what she did, it doesn’t matter. You just remember that she was naughty, and she’s going to be punished, got that?” They both nodded.
“Are you going to smack her bottom again?” Sandra asked, nervously.
“Yes, but don’t worry about your mum. She likes it, remember?”
“So she likes it when you smack her bottom?” Helen asked, a confused look on her face.
“Yes.”
“But doesn’t it hurt?”
“Perhaps. But she likes that too. She likes being made to feel ashamed. It turns her on. When I’ve spanked her for being naughty, I’ll let her play with her pussy until she comes.”
“Really?” They chorused together.
“You wait and see!” I chuckled.
I made my way upstairs and went into our bedroom. Sally was standing in the middle of the room completely naked, her hands on top of her head. She glanced up at me nervously as I entered the room.
“Was this how you wanted me to be, Steve?” She asked nervously.
“It’ll do for now.” I said dismissively. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her. “Well come on then, woman, I don’t have all evening.” I snapped. She flinched. “Get across my lap and get ready.” She practically threw herself across my lap, pushing her firm bottom as high as she could.
“That’s better. Now you’re going to count each smack. If you don’t call it out, it won’t count, understand?”
“Yes Steve.”
“And between counts you will tell me how much you like being punished, and how much you like it when men look at you, understand?”
She groaned, “Yes Steve.”
I began to stroke the smooth flesh of her arse. She flinched. Then I brought my hand down firmly in a crisp, stinging blow. She gasped at the impact, then called out in a timid voice, “One.”
“I’m waiting.” I snapped as I watched the imprint of my hand fade on her skin.
“Oh I love it when I’m punished and made to feel ashamed.” She murmured.
“Louder!” I shouted, then delivered another blow. She cried out in shock and pain.
“Two! Oh God! Oh it made me feel really, really sexy when you pulled my knickers down yesterday and smacked my bare bottom! Three! Ahhh! It was like being a little girl again, and you were so strong. Four! Oh my God! Five! Owwwwww!”
She began to cry. Her bottom was already a pretty shade of pink. “And you imagined lots of people there watching you, didn’t you?”
She let out another groan, and then a huge sob. “Six! Oh yes, yes I did. I imagined me standing in front of you, and they were all watching, watching as you pulled my jeans down first. Oh! Seven! Oh and they could all see my knickers, and then you pulled me over your lap, and then you pulled my knickers down really roughly, just dragged them down. Ahhhh! Eight! And then you were smacking my bottom, and each smack really stung, and they were all watching and laughing at me."
“Tell me who was there.”
“Oh God! Nine! David, and his new girlfriend were there, and Richard from next door. And the window cleaners. Owwwwww! Ten! And some of the men from the office.”
“You like the idea of Richard seeing you, don’t you?”
“No! No, I hate it, I hate him, he makes my skin crawl. Ohhhhhh! Eleven! But they’re all there, and they watch and laugh at me as you punish me. And then you make me go over to them and show them my bottom, so they can see how much you’ve punished me. Owwweeee! Twelve! And some of them touch my bottom and it makes me jump, and they laugh some more, and then you make me stand in the corner with my hands on my head where they can see me, and they’re still laughing at me.”
She was sobbing bitterly now. I began to stroke her skin, which was hot and pink. She sniffed miserably. “Is your pussy wet?” She sobbed again.
“I don’t know.”
“I bet it is. Would you like me to find out?” She made no response. I slipped my hand between her thighs, began to move slowly up to her pussy. She gasped again, then opened her thighs slightly, allowing me easier access. “There’s a good girl.” I grinned, “You want me to play with your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“Of course you do! You like being spanked, it makes your pussy all hot and wet, doesn’t it? And then you need someone to stroke it and play with it for you, don’t you?”
She shuddered as my fingertips stroked along her slit. I could feel the moisture and the heat from her delicate folds. I pressed gently and slipped a finger between her lips. She was sopping wet! She gasped with pleasure as I began to tease her inner lips.
“Tell me Sal, would you like to stay like this, with your nice pink bum on display while I play with your pussy, or would you like to be in some other position?”
She shuddered again. “I want to stay like this, Steve.” She said, her voice almost inaudible.
“Tell me again, tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want to stay like this, with my bottom in the air, while you play with my pussy.”
“Do you want me to bring you off?”
“Ohhhhhhh God, yesssssssss! Oh I want that so much Steve. Please bring me off Steve, you’re so good at that, and I need to come so badly, please Steve.”
“I want you to imagine all those people are still watching, watching as I begin to play with your pussy, making you even hotter. They can all see you Sal, see how wet your pussy is, see how turned on you are. Would you like that?”
She gasped and moaned, her hips writhing around on my lap. I found her clit and began to stroke and tease her stiff button, making her cry out in pleasure.
“Just imagine them all watching as I do this, Sal. Maybe even the girls could be there, watching as I spank you, then tease your pussy until you come? Would you like the girls to see you like this, Sal?”
“I, er, oh my God! Oh Jesus, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh!” She began to buck and writhe around on my lap, her climax sending her body into tight spasms. Finally she subsided, then lay across my lap, limp and panting for breath, her entire body covered by a sheen of perspiration.
After a moment or two I let her slip to the floor where she curled into a ball, a contented smile on her face. I let her stay there for a moment or two, then ordered her to stand in the corner as before. I took in the glorious sight of her firm arse, now hot and pink thanks to my efforts, and smiled to myself.
“Right, I’m going to see Richard and Donna, ok? While I’m gone you stay exactly as you are now, understand?”
“Yes Steve.” She sniffed.
“While I’m gone I want you to imagine the scene where I spank you before an audience all over again. Then I want you to relive your fantasy about being stripped and searched, caned and then having to take it up the arse, got that?”
Another shudder ran through her super-sensitive body. “Yes Steve.”
“When I get back I may want to try out the cane for myself. Or I might bring Richard over to have a look at your arse instead. Either way, you’ll put up with it and do as you’re told because you know what you’ll get if you don’t, right?”
“Yes Steve.”
“Good. Now stay there.” I marched to the door. As I opened it there was a scurrying of feet on the landing as the girls sought to get to their rooms. “You two, downstairs now!” I shouted. The two of them flinched, then ran to the stairs. I smiled to myself as I followed them downstairs. They stood looking at me with fear in their eyes, not knowing what to do or say.
“What were the two of you doing outside my bedroom door just now? Well?”
They had both gone very pale. “We couldn’t help it Steve, we were listening.” Helen admitted in a shaking voice.
“Listening as I punished your mother?” I snapped. The two of them nodded. “And what did you hear?” I barked.
“W, w, we heard you smacking her bottom. A, a, and we heard her telling you about how she liked it, and we heard her counting out all the smacks you gave her.” Helen stammered.
“And then we heard you saying how you were going to play with her pussy, and then she was telling you how she liked it, and how she wanted to let lots of people see her being punished.” Sandra joined in, her voice anxious.
“Yes, and she even wanted Dad and his girlfriend to watch, and the man next door, and the window cleaners…” Helen continued.
“And men from the office too!” Sandra chirped in.
“And then she came, didn’t she?” Helen asked, wide eyed.
“Yes she did, because she really enjoys it when I punish her in that way. You two, however, have been really naughty. I’m very annoyed with both of you for sneaking around and spying on me and your mother like that.” I put on my sternest voice. The two of them cowered.
“We didn’t mean to…” Helen pleaded.
“No, honestly Steve.” Sandra begged.
“We were just worried, because we knew you were going to punish mum, and we didn’t know what she’d done…”
“And we thought you were going to hurt her…”
“Or something like that…”
“Enough!” I shouted. They both stopped talking at once. “I don’t believe a word of this. I told you your mum enjoyed being treated in that way, and she even told you so herself. You didn’t listen because you were worried, you listened because you wanted to know what was going on. You were being nosey, isn’t that right?”
They hung their heads in shame, “Yes Steve.” They said in unison.
“You wanted to know what it was all about, right?” They nodded. “Well now you’re going to find out, first hand, because I’m going to spank your bottoms, understand?”
They looked horrified. Their wide-eyed looks pleaded and begged me. I sat in a chair and called Helen to me. She moved with the utmost reluctance, finally standing in front of me.
“Over my knee.” I snapped. She draped herself across my lap, then waited, her body tight with nervous tension. I slowly lifted her crisp, grey school skirt, enjoying the view of her thighs and then her pale pink knickers. She clamped her legs together tightly. I pulled her knickers down until they were bunched together half way down her thighs, exposing her plump little arse. I stroked the smooth skin as I told her what I was going to do to her.
“Helen, for being so inquisitive I’m going to give you five smacks on your bare bottom, do you understand?”
“Yes Steve, I’m really, really sorry Steve, I won’t do it again, I promise Steve.”
I delivered the first blow, connecting with just enough force to make her skin sting slightly. She gasped with shock, her head rising sharply, before she slumped back down again. I delivered the remaining blows rapidly, watching as her cheeks became flushed and pink. Then I sent her to stand and watch as Sandra took her place. In moments I had lifted her skirt and pulled down her plain white knickers. Her firm, round arse looked superb as I stroked it, building the tension before I delivered her punishment. She gasped as each stinging blow connected, then stood and walked to stand next to her sister, rubbing her cheeks as she went. They both looked at me sorrowfully, eyes wide with dismay. I quickly put them both under.
“Did you enjoy being punished, Helen?”
“No.” She answered.
“Did you, Sandra?”
“No.”
“When I go out, you will go to your room and think about me spanking you. It will make you feel very sexy, and you will want to think about how it felt as I lifted your skirt and pulled your knickers down. You will realise that it didn’t really hurt at all, and you will begin to understand why your mum likes to be treated in that way. You will each think about how it looked as I spanked the other. How I pulled your sister’s knickers down and stroked her bare bottom. It will make you feel very, very sexy, and you will want to play with yourself while you think about it. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” They said together.
I counted them awake, then said, “I think you should remember this as a lesson, don’t you?”
“Yes Steve.”
“A lesson on what happens when you listen at doors and hear things not meant for your ears, understand?”
“Yes Steve.”
I moved to stand behind them. Their young arses were still exposed as I had tucked their skirts up and left their knickers half way down. Their cheeks were still a gentle pink. “Now go to your rooms and think about what just happened.” I said. They immediately ran to the stairs, their pretty pink bottoms disappearing up to their rooms. I smiled to myself, thinking about how much fun it was going to be to develop a spanking fetish in the two girls. Then I made my way to Richard and Donna’s house.
Donna beamed as she opened the door to me, dressed only in a vest top and pair of bright blue knickers. Her ample tits were close to escaping from her top, and her arse swayed delightfully as she moved across the room. I followed her up to Richard’s study, taking the opportunity to have a good feel as I did so. She simply looked ‘round at me and smiled.
Richard greeted me like a long-lost friend, shaking my hand warmly. I dropped the two of them under and went to work, emphasising the programming I had given to the two of them, particularly Richard. In moments I had finished with him, having given him enough to be thinking about for the time being. I turned to Donna.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“I’m going out of my mind, aren’t I?” She snapped.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t come! I try, all the time. I use my fingers, use my toys. I just can’t get there. What I need is a cock in me! That’d sort me out alright.”
“But you won’t let Richard?”
“No fear! He isn’t getting any.”
“Is there anyone else you like?”
“Last night I imagined doing it with you! I even had a dream about it, me and you, on a beach. You took my bikini off and ran your hands all over me, then I took your cock out and sucked it until it was lovely and stiff. Then you stuck it in me really good. Oh it was lovely! But then I had to go and wake up, and my pussy was throbbing. Jesus! I was gagging for it. I still am!”
“I want you to carry on imagining how it would be to have sex with me. You will like the idea more and more, but in the meantime, you still won’t be able to reach climax. Understand?”
“Yes.” She sighed, unhappily.
“Has Edward been looking at you much?”
“Absolutely! Dirty little bugger! Hasn’t taken his eyes off me all evening. The little sod even walked in on me when I was in the shower this evening, got a right good look he did. Bugger!”
“You’ll keep on letting him look at you, and you won’t object or complain about it. You’ll keep on leaving the bathroom or toilet door unlocked, and if he wants to stand there and watch you as you shower, you’ll let him, understand?”
“Yes.”
I left the study and made my way to Edward’s room. I could hear music from within. I opened the door without knocking and went inside. He was sitting on his bed, a porn magazine open in front of him and his stiff cock in his hand. He looked up suddenly as he saw the door opening, “Oi! Can’t you knock or something.” He yelled, covering himself hurriedly. I dropped him under at once, then gave him some more programming.
“Did you catch Donna or Hannah in the bathroom today?”
“Yeah! Caught both of them! Hannah this morning, before school. I could hear her in there, so I waited until I heard the water running, then I went inside, caught her stark naked. Fuck! Did she ever scream! I thought she’d go to Dad and complain, but he hasn’t said anything, so I guess I’m in the clear! Saw Donna when she got in this afternoon. She was in the shower too. Fuckin’ hell, her tits are just fuckin’ enormous!”
“You can go in and look at them any time. They won’t object or complain if you stand there and watch them while they shower. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“How often do you toss yourself off?”
“At least once a day, sometimes more. It depends.”
“From now on, when you do it, you’ll shoot your load into a used pair of knickers belonging to either Donna or Hannah. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“They’ll know, but they won’t complain, it’s your right to do that.”
He shrugged. “Cool!”
I left him in his room and went to find Hannah. She was in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. I put her under and asked her about her day.
“Well it got off to a bloody awful start! There I was, in the bathroom. I’d just got into the shower and my dick-head brother just walks in on me! I must’ve forgotten to lock the door or something, I suppose. He just stood there, looking me up and down, bastard! I yelled at him to get out, and he just laughed at me and walked away.”
“Did he see you naked?”
“He must have done. Oh, he got a good look, for sure.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Like I wanted to strangle the little shit! God! I felt so dirty, just knowing that he’d seen me like that, I could have killed him.”
“From now on you’ll think it’s his right to watch you like that, whether it’s in the bathroom, or even in your own bedroom, he can stand and watch you undress whenever he likes. You won’t like it, but you won’t complain because it’s his right to do that, understand?”
“Yes.” She said, sullenly.
“Hannah, how would you feel if Edward was masturbating into your dirty knickers?”
“Eugh! Gross! Oh God, that would freak me out completely. It’s just the sort of thing that little bastard would do though!”
“Tomorrow evening, you will look in the washing basket and you will realise that that is exactly what he is doing. You will be disgusted, of course, but you won’t say or do anything about it, you’ll just have to put up with it, because that’s his right too, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been imagining how it would feel for other men to touch your body?”
She blushed, then said, “Yes.”
“Who did you imagine?”
“I pretended that I was alone with Robbie Williams, and he started to touch me. He stroked me over my clothes at first, but then he put his hand up my skirt and began to touch my pussy.”
“Was it nice?”
“Ooooh, it was lovely!”
“Could you imagine anyone else touching you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hannah, in a moment I want you to go to your bedroom and wait for me there. When I come in you will slowly undress, removing all of your clothes in the most erotic way you can think of. You’ll think that you’re imagining this. I want you to imagine undressing in front of me. You like me, you want me to like you. You want me to see your body, and you want me to find you attractive. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“The thought of undressing for me will make you feel very sexy, and you’ll imagine me touching your body. It will feel very, very nice. You’ll want me to keep on touching you. You’ll start to imagine how my body looks, how it feels. You’ll become aroused and you’ll play with yourself until you reach orgasm. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Go ahead.”
She walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I smiled to myself, then followed after a minute or so. I went to her room, opened the door and went in. She stood before me, dressed in a black T-shirt and long tie-dye skirt. She looked at me, a slight smile on her face. I sat on the bed and smiled back at her. She began to sway her hips to some imaginary music. She looked directly into my eyes and smiled again, then she slowly lifted her T-shirt until her black bra was exposed. The pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped it carefully on the floor. She continued to dance to the music in her head, turning around and showing me her shapely back. She reached ‘round and unfastened her bra, allowing it to fall into her cupped hands, then she slipped it down her arms and let it fall to the floor also.
She turned to face me, her hands covering her tits, then she slowly lowered them, exposing her firm young breasts with their pale pink nipples to my hungry eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing her tits towards me, still gyrating to her own beat. She dropped her hands and began to unfasten her skirt. She held it up with one hand whilst stroking her hair again with the other, then she let her skirt slide down her thighs until it lay bunched at her feet. She swayed her hips seductively, her plain black knickers clinging to her mound. She turned again, one cheek of her arse escaping from her knickers. She turned full circle, then licked her lips as she put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.
She hesitated for a moment, then began to slide her knickers down, over her hips. She turned her back to me again, then looked over her shoulder at me as she pushed her knickers over her heart-shaped arse. She let her knickers fall to the floor, stepped out of them, then turned to face me once more, her hands covering her bush, then she slowly moved her hands away, exposing her pussy to me.
She closed her eyes and put her head back, then gasped and sighed, “Oh yes!” She looked ‘round urgently, then threw herself onto her bed and began to massage her firm tits. In moments she was stroking and teasing her nipples, which were visibly hardening, then she slipped a hand down between her thighs and began to stroke her slit. She slowly spread her legs as wide as she could. I could see her inner lips glistening. She continued to stroke her slit, paying particular attention to her pussy lips, and then she ran a fingertip up the entire length of her slit, until she found her clit.
As she touched her stiff little bud she arched her back and gasped with pleasure, then she began to tease herself, circling around her clit in slow movements. After a minute or two of teasing she stopped for a moment, then drew her finger along the length of her clit. Her whole body shuddered and she pushed her hips up to meet her finger. She began to rub her clit with increasing speed, occasionally slipping a finger down into her pussy. Eyes closed, her brow furrowed on concentration, she rubbed faster and faster. She began to pant and gasp, emitting occasional whimpers, thrusting her hips up rhythmically. And then suddenly she froze, legs spread wide, hips as high as she could get them, her hand pressed tightly to her pussy. She stayed immobile for a moment or two, and then moaned and whimpered in pleasure, her thighs clamped together on her hand. Her body gave one final shudder as her climax subsided, and then she sighed and fell back onto her bed.
“Hannah, I want you to imagine that you’re undressing for me every night before you go to bed. You will find this very exciting, and you will need to bring yourself to orgasm before you can relax and go to sleep, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will imagine how it would feel if I were to run my hands over your entire body, touching you wherever, and whenever, I wanted. When you touch your pussy you will imagine it is me touching you there. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I gave her some further instructions, then told her to count to twenty before waking up and getting dressed. Then I went back to the others, giving them their final instructions before I woke them. I stayed with them for several minutes, chatting amiably, before announcing that I had to leave. Once again, Richard shook my hand, and Donna insisted on showing me to the door. As soon as we were out of Richard’s sight I began to molest his wife, slipping my hands into her top and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes in pleasure, pushing her tits out towards me. After a moment or two I pushed a hand down the front of her knickers and began to stroke her pussy. I quickly found her clit and began to tease it. Her eyes opened wide, and then rolled deliriously as the sensations ran though her. She looked at me, her jaw hanging loosely, then sighed, "Ohhhhhh Steeeeevvvvvvvvveee!” She leaned back against the wall for support, then began to thrust her hips onto my hand, forcing my finger along her slit. Her eyes grew even wider as her pleasure intensified, I could feel her nipples like bullets inside her top. She began to grunt with each thrust of her hips, her eyes glazing over as she concentrated on the pleasure in her pussy.
Suddenly, I pulled my hands away from her. For a moment she looked confused, then she looked at me with an urgent, burning lust in her eyes. She moved towards me. “Oh Steve! Why did you stop?” She pleaded.
“We don’t want Richard to find us like that, do we?”
She stepped back from me, still flustered. “No. No, of course not.” She said, unconvincingly.
“Maybe some time soon we could spend some time alone, say if Richard were out, or something?”
“Oh I’d like that. I’d like that very much!” She purred. “I’ll see if I can get him to go out soon.”
“And Hannah and Edward too, of course!” I smiled.
“Yes, yes of course.” She smiled back. She was clearly already thinking of some way to get them all out of the way. I smiled to myself. It was going to be fun teasing Donna for a while longer yet, and then I’d enjoy her body.
I made my way home and went straight away to Helen’s room. She had removed her school skirt and blouse and sat doing her homework wearing her pink knickers and a blue T-shirt. As soon as she saw me she came to me, throwing herself into my arms, muttering fevered apologies. I let my hands drop to her plump arse and she gasped at my touch.
“Steve, I’m really, really sorry, truly I am.”
“You’re forgiven!” I smiled at her, “I’m only sorry I needed to do that.”
“Oh don’t be! Don’t be sorry about that, Steve, it’s ok, really!”
“You sound like you almost enjoyed it!” I teased. To my amusement she flushed a deep, hot red and gasped with alarm. “Helen? Tell me.” I demanded. She turned away from me, not wanting me to see her face.
“Well, when it started, I mean when you said you were going to spank us, well I was really scared. And I didn’t want you to do it, and I wanted to run away. And even when you pulled my skirt up and my knickers down I was still terrified, and then you smacked me and it stung! Not lots. Not as much as I thought it would, but it stung. And then you did the same to Sandra, and then sent us to our rooms, and it was when I got in here that I started to think about it.”
“And?” I pretended not to know, preferring to savour her confession.
“Well, when I thought about it, about you pulling my knickers down and stroking my bum, and then smacking me, well, I, er…”
“Yes?”
“Well I got all hot and bothered!” She said, rushing to get the words out.
“Hot and bothered?”
“You know. Down there! My pussy!” She hissed. “I got really, really randy, and I had to play with myself, and I brought myself off, and oh Steve, it was lovely! Oh I can see why mum likes it so much now! Oh, it was really, really…”
“Sexy!”
We both turned to see Sandra standing in the doorway. “It was the same for me, and I couldn’t wait for you to get back because I wanted to tell you all about it, and I came to Helen’s room and waited outside, only to hear her tell you exactly what I wanted to say!”
The two girls looked at each other and began too laugh.
“So you enjoyed having your bottoms spanked, did you?”
They giggled deliciously, “Yes!” They said in unison.
“And you’d like me to do it again?”
“Yes!” Their eyes glittering with excitement. “Are you going to do it now, Steve?” Sandra asked keenly.
“No, not tonight.” Their heads dropped in disappointment. “Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I need to speak to your mum.”
I left the girls and went to find Sally. She was still standing exactly where I’d left her, in the corner of the room, with her pretty arse still pink from my attentions. I walked slowly over to her and ran my hand over each cheek slowly, deliberately. She sighed with pleasure at my touch.
“You’ll never guess!” I teased. She turned her head inquiringly, “When I spanked you earlier, both the girls were outside listening. They heard everything!” Sally’s mouth fell open with shock as the realisation hit. Her face flushed a deep red, her eyes wide with panic.
“You don’t mean…”
“Everything! You telling me how much you like having your arse spanked as you counted out each stroke, how you fantasise about being stripped and spanked in front of an audience, they even heard you asking me to play with your pussy and bring you off! They seemed to enjoy every minute of it.”
“Oh my God, Steve!” She said, appalled.
“Don’t worry though, love, as soon as I found out about their eves-dropping I punished them.”
“You punished them?”
“Yes. I put them over my knee, pulled their knickers down and gave them a sound spanking. Then I sent them to their rooms.” A shudder ran through her body as I described spanking her daughters. “Trouble is though, it seems as though they take after their mother!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well when I got back I called in on Helen and she told me that as soon as she got to her room she thought about what had happened and had to have a bit of a fiddle to bring herself off!”
“She, er, what?”
“Yes! Got so turned on she had to have a play! Sandra was the same. They told me so themselves. Would you like me to bring them in so they can tell you?”
“No!” She said, panicked for a moment. “No, not while I’m like this, please Steve.”
“OK, maybe another time.” I smiled. “Now, Richard was too busy to come and look at your arse tonight, we’ll have to do that another time too. So why don’t we go and have some fun with that cane you were telling me about, hmm?” She shuddered again.
“Yes Steve.”
“I tell you what, why don’t we play out your fantasy, the one about you being strip searched?”
“I, er, well, I don’t know Steve, really, I er…”
“You get dressed like you’re going on holiday, then meet me in the garage, and we’ll see how it goes, yes?”
“Could we just, er, I mean, I’m not sure, really, Steve…”
“Oh it’ll be fine! Don’t worry!” I smiled at her, ignoring her doubts. “I’m going to send the girls to bed. We wouldn’t want them to hear this, would we? I’ll see you down stairs.” I left the room smiling to myself. I found Helen and Sandra and told them they were to stay in their rooms for the rest of the evening. Sandra immediately began to sulk.
“It’s not fair! I wanted to watch TV.”
I quickly pulled her across my lap, dragged her knickers down and gave her five more slaps. She squealed with each stroke, then stood in front of me, rubbing her bottom cheeks, her face flushed with colour. Helen looked on enviously, her face easy to read.
“What about you, did you want to watch TV too?”
She smiled sheepishly, “Sort of.” I gave her the same treatment, then sent them both to bed. They both smiled at me as they made their way to their rooms. I knew they’d be occupied for some time once they were alone, and I grinned at the prospect of spanking the two schoolgirls on a regular basis.
I made my way to the garage, massaging the stiffness in my trousers as I did so, amused at the prospect of Sally describing her fantasy in detail, begging me to help her re-live it! I turned on the harsh, fluorescent lights in the empty garage, having made sure to leave the car on the driveway, then sat on a bench and waited.
A few minutes later Sally appeared at the door. She was dressed in a knee-length cotton skirt and v-neck top in matching peach colours, and was carrying a three-foot long length of garden cane in her hands. She looked at me nervously, hesitating on the threshold of the garage.
“Come on in, don’t stand there all evening.” I smiled at her. She managed a weak smile in return, then came into the garage and closed the door behind her.
“Look, Steve, I really don’t know about this, you know, I mean, with the girls in the house and everything. Maybe we should wait until another time, hmm?”
“Don’t worry about the girls, they’re busy in their rooms and they won’t disturb us, I promise you. Now tell me about this fantasy of yours.” I grinned at her. She fumbled with the cane in her hands and dropped it to the floor. “Oh dear! That’s not a very good start, is it Sal? Perhaps you’d better give that to me to look after?” I held out my hands and she walked slowly over to me and gave me the cane. “That’s better! Now, tell me about your fantasy.” I urged again.
“I imagine I’m going on holiday.” She started, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.
“Speak up Sal! I can hardly hear you. I want you to tell me clearly what you imagined, so I can picture it in my mind, ok?” I smiled at her again. She dropped her head, her hands knotted together, the fingers twisting nervously.
“I imagine I’m going on holiday.” She repeated, “I’m going to some tropical island to get away from it all. It’s all going well until I get off the plane on the island and I get to the customs post. There a man tells me he will have to search my suitcase, and I have to put it on the desk in front of him and open it for him. It’s a bit embarrassing, having a complete stranger going through my things, but nothing I can’t handle. And the he finds my vibrator.” Her face coloured noticeably, and she dropped her head again.
“He found what?” I giggled.
“My vibrator! I’d packed it right at the bottom of the case, just in case, you know, I, er, felt the need, while I was away, but he found it and started to examine it. Oh God, I nearly died of shame, standing there in front of him as he took it out and held it up to the light. Then he asked me if it was mine! I mean, he’d just taken it out of my bloody suitcase!”
“So what did you say?”
“Well, I had to admit that it was mine, didn’t I? I saw him smile slyly. He was enjoying himself, shaming me, like that. Then he took off the end bit, where the batteries go, and he pulled out this plastic bag with what looked like herbs in it. He asked me what it was, and I started to feel a bit scared because I had no idea what it was, but it was in my case. And then he opened it and said he thought it was drugs, and I denied it. I tried telling him I don’t do drugs, but he didn’t listen.”
“What happened next?” I saw her shudder as she recalled her ‘fantasy’.
“He said I would have to be searched, all over. And when I said I wanted a woman officer to search me he laughed and said that there were none on duty, and that either he could search me, or he’d get several of his men to come and strip me by force, and then he’d search me.”
“So you agreed to strip for him?”
“Yes!” She snapped. “What else could I do? Either I undressed for him, or any number of men would strip me, so I agreed to co-operate.”
I laughed, “Co-operate! I like that word. Go on.” She flushed at the thought of what came next.
“Well, I was wearing a blouse and I opened the buttons and took it off and stood there in my bra, and then he made me take that off and then he examined my breasts.”
“Show me.” I ordered.
Her shoulders hunched, then she slowly lifted her top, revealing her white, lacy bra. She took off the top, then let her bra fall into her hands. Finally, she let her arms drop and stood before me, head down, her nipples hardening in the cool evening air.
“Show me how he examined your breasts.”
She gasped, and then brought her hands up to caress her tits. “Like this.” She said simply. “He ran his hands over them like this. He said some women had used false breasts to smuggle things into the country, so he had to be sure. He just went on and on feeling them. Then he began to pinch and twist my nipples until they hurt. Finally he stopped.”
I stepped forward and reached out to caress her firm globes. “Was it like this?” I grinned. She moaned and nodded. I groped her flesh for several moments, then began to pay particular attention to her nipples, twisting and pulling gently on them until she was gasping and shifting her weight from foot to foot. Finally she grabbed my hands to stop the torment. “Please Steve, no more. Please?”
“What happened next?”
“He made me take the rest of my clothes off.” She said with a half-sob.
“Go on then.” I said simply. She stepped out of her shoes and shivered as her bare feet touched the cold concrete of the garage floor, then fumbled with the catch to her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she wore plain black cotton knickers. With a sigh she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and then pushed them to the floor also, then she bent and picked them up, putting them on the bench with her top and bra.
“Then what?”
“He asked me if I’d been ill.”
“What?”
“He asked me if I’d been ill.” She sobbed, “And when I asked him why, he mentioned that I had no pubic hair, and wondered if I’d lost it because I’d been ill. I told him that I had shaved it off, and her seemed to find the whole thing funny. Then I had to bend over a table and he said he was going to search me. He stood behind me, and I knew he was really, really close because I could feel his breath on me. And then he, oh God, Steve, I don’t want to do this any more, please.”
“Go on.” I ordered.
She sighed again, then said quickly, “He made me spread myself open for him.”
“Show me.” She groaned, then shuffled over to the bench, bent over it, presenting her firm arse for my inspection, then she reached behind her and pulled her pussy lips apart.
“Like this.” She whispered.
“Then what happened?”
“Can’t you guess?” She sobbed. “Look, Steve, I really don’t want to do this anymore.” She insisted as she stood up.
“Well that’s just too fucking bad, isn’t it?” I snapped. “I told you I wanted to hear all about it, and you’re going to tell me, in every detail. If you don’t, well…” I swished the cane and she flinched. “Get back over the bench and tell me all about it.”
She sobbed, then turned back to the bench and resumed her position, pulling her pussy lips apart until I could see the pink wetness of her inner lips.
“He pushed a finger into me.” She moaned, miserably. “Right inside. Her went as deep as he could, and then he laughed and I felt him pulling something out of my pussy.”
“What was it?”
“It was another bag, a plastic one, and it had white powder in it.”
“So you were smuggling drugs?”
“No! I had no idea how it got there! I tried to tell him that, but he didn’t believe me.” She sobbed again.
“I’m not surprised!” I giggled, “How could you not know how something like that got up your pussy?”
“That’s what he said. But then it got worse. He said he was going to have to check to make sure there was nothing up my bottom, and so he pushed a finger up there as well.”
“Did he find anything?” I teased, enjoying myself enormously.
“No, of course not!”
“So what happened next?”
“He said that I could go to prison for years and years for drug smuggling. He said the girls would be all grown up by the time I got out. I pleaded with him, and then he said that there was one other choice. If I agreed to instant punishment and deportation I could get the whole thing over with there and then. But he said he could only do that if I was prepared to be nice to him into the bargain.”
“Meaning?”
“I had to let him have me.” She said simply.
“And you agreed?”
“Yes.”
“And by this time you were well turned on, yes?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean, I don’t know. I’d never had this kind of fantasy before.”
“But you’re wet now, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She whispered.
“So you agreed to be caned, and you said you’d let him have his wicked way with you?”
“Yes.”
“And you imagined he caned you and then fucked you up the arse?”
“Yes.”
“And it was so good you cut yourself a length of cane and did it to yourself?”
“Yes.”
“And now I’m going to cane you. Would you like me to fuck you up the arse afterwards too?” She shuddered.
“I, er, well, I mean, I, er…”
“Get into position then.” I barked. She almost flung herself across the bench, gripping the opposite edge with knuckles which were already white.
I stood to one side and positioned the cane across her firm cheeks. The tension in her body was obvious. Every muscle was tight. I swung the cane and brought it down on her bare skin. It sang as it descended, hitting her arse with a pleasing sound. She gasped at the blow, which was mild by comparison to what I’d given her last time, then sighed as she realised it wasn’t going to hurt as much as she’d feared.
“How many strokes did he give you?”
“Twelve.” She said, her voice trembling.
“Well maybe I’ll make do with six of the best, hey? No need to go over the top, is there?” I chuckled.
“Nnno, Steve, thank you, my darling.” She sighed, her relief obvious.
I delivered two more blows, watching with fascination as the thin white line of the cane’s place of impact quickly became pink and warm. Sally sighed with each stinging blow, her head lifting momentarily before falling back to the bench. I lifted the cane for the next blow, raising it high above my head and bringing it down on her unprotected flesh with as much force as I could muster. She didn’t move for a moment, and then she let out a wail of pain. She stood up, rubbing her arse with both hands, dancing from one foot to the other.
“Owwwwww! Oh God, that hurt! Ohhhhhhh!, Oh God! Oh Jesus!”
“Two more to go yet Sal!” I giggled. She looked at me with tear stained eyes, pleading, beseeching.
“Please Steve, no more. Please Steve, please stop.”
“Of course Sal. Just as soon as you’ve had the final two strokes.”
She sobbed hopelessly, making her tits jiggle appealingly. I put my hand on her shoulder and turned her back to the bench, pushing her gently until she bent back into position. An angry red welt now blazed across her delicate skin, evidence of my last assault. She continued to sob as she lowered herself back into position, then froze, waiting for the next strike.
I took aim and delivered a crisp, stinging blow to the top of her thighs, and she stood again, dancing around the garage gasping and moaning.
“Just one more Sal, and you’re done.” I said cheerfully. She walked slowly back to the bench and bent over once more. Unable to resist the temptation, I gave her one last hard stroke on her cheeks, watching the welt start to rise as she wailed again. This time she stayed in position, her entire body shaking with her sobs.
I dropped the cane and moved behind her. “Well done Sal, you took them really well. Now what was the last part of your little fantasy? Oh yes, I remember now, your friendly customs man had his way with you, didn’t he?” I took the small jar of Vaseline from my pocket, then lowered my trousers, letting my stiff, throbbing cock escape. I let it rest in the crevice of her arse while I gently stroked the hot flesh of her cheeks. She moaned at my touch. I smeared some Vaseline onto the head of my cock, then ran a finger down to her tight hole and applied some there. She shuddered again.
I pulled my hips back and positioned my cock at her entrance, then began to slowly push forward. As I began to enter her she grunted, then moaned as she felt me penetrating her. I let my body weight fall forward, driving my cock into her. I put my hands on her back, pushing her down onto the bench, pinning her down as my cock continued to slowly invade her. I felt her body tense beneath me as she neared orgasm, and then she came as she felt my pubes tickle her sensitive skin. She bucked back against me, gasping and moaning as her climax exploded within her. As she began to relax I started to build up a steady rhythm, ploughing into her. I reached forward and grabbed her tits, twisting the nipples once more, making her cry and moan, then I slapped her tender arse cheeks once or twice and she gasped and moaned some more.
I felt my orgasm start and lunged forward, forcing every inch of my cock deep into her. She sighed with pleasure, and then came again as she felt me shooting into her bowels.
As I lay on top of her, my cock still buried in her arse, she turned her head slightly and said.
“Jesus Christ Steve, that was amazing! Oh my love, was it good for you? It was truly fabulous for me! Say you enjoyed it, please Steve?”
“It was fucking lovely, my darling! You’d like to do that again then?”
She shuddered once more, “Oh dear God yes please!”
I made her pick up her clothes and walk back to the bedroom with them bundled in her arms. Her naked arse, with it’s recently added stripes, swayed beautifully as she hurried up the stairs, terrified of the girls seeing her punished behind. I left her in the bedroom, gently applying cold cream to her blazing cheeks, and went to find out what the girls were up to.
I looked in on Sandra first. She was lying on her bed, legs spread wide, eyes closed in concentration and her hand down the front of her knickers busily rubbing at her pussy. I stood and watched her for a few moments, enjoying the show, then coughed gently. Her eyes flew open in shock, and she started to drag her hand out of her knickers, her face colouring rapidly.
“It’s ok, Sandra.” I smiled reassuringly, “You don’t have to be shy with me, remember?”
She smiled back, then rolled off the bed and came to me, throwing her hands around my neck as I stooped to meet her. I lifted her up, my hands on her small, firm arse cheeks and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She giggled as she kissed me, then hugged me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Well, it’s just that I feel ever so naughty!” She giggled again, “Because of what I’ve just been doing.”
“You mean playing with your pussy?” I asked.
She gasped with mock outrage, “Steve! Don’t say things like that, you’ll get me all embarrassed!”
“But I thought you liked telling me about how you play with your pussy? You’ve told me about it before, even told me when you’re going to do it!” I teased. She blushed a deep scarlet, looking utterly delicious!
“Yes, well, ok!” She grinned, “Maybe I do like it after all! Steve, you’ll never guess what I’ve just been imagining.”
“Go on.”
“I’ve been imagining you putting me over your knee, pulling down my knicks and spanking my bare bottom!” She giggled again. “Oh it was lovely! You didn’t hurt me, Steve, but it kind of stung a bit, you know? But as soon as you stopped I could feel that my, my, my…”
“Your pussy?”
Another giggle, “Yes, that! I could feel that it was all tingly, and it felt so nice Steve, and when I put my hand down there to play with it for a bit, it was all lovely and warm and it felt ever so nice, and gosh! Steve, I was really, really wet! Am I being too rude do you think? I don’t care if I am because I like how it feels, and I don’t care if anyone else thinks differently.” She stopped suddenly, then looked at me from under her eyebrows, “Do you think I’m too rude, Steve?”
“Not at all my darling! In fact, I like it when you’re just this rude!”
She giggled again. “I love the way we are now, Steve. The way me and Helen and Mum can all share you. It’s like a big party all the time, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my darling!” I put her under and gave her some more programming. Things were slowly coming together for my next game, but it was vital that I gave all the players small amounts of programming on a regular basis. I gave Sandra her next set of instructions, then woke her and left her to her imagined spankings. As I left her room I glanced back over my shoulder to see her flop back on the bed with a contented sigh, spreading her legs and slipping her hand back down her clean, white knickers.
I made my way to Helen’s room. As I opened the door she sprang up from her bed and launched herself towards me, “Oh Steve, oh I hoped you were going to come to me! Oh I’ve been so desperate to be with you Steve. Are you going to sleep with me tonight, Steve? Will you Steve, please? It’s been ages since I had you to myself. I don’t mind sharing you with mum and Sandra, but I really like it when it’s just the two of us. Please Steve, will you Steve? Say you will, please?”
I smiled at her urgency. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, desperately wanting the answer to be ‘yes’. I decided to let her have her way.
“Sure, darling, I’ll speak to your mum and you can come into my bed tonight, ok?”
She punched the air with pleasure and excitement, “Yesssssss!”
I quickly put her under and gave her the latest instructions, then woke her and said I need to speak to Sally about a few things. She nodded and smiled, content with the knowledge that she would spend the night with me.
I went back to Sally to find her lying on her front on the bed, the lines on her arse now fading slightly. "How are you now?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.
“I feel like such a pervert! Imagine little old me, boring old Sally, not just doing all those terribly depraved things, but actually enjoying them! God! Who ever would have thought it!” She giggled, sounding remarkably like Sandra for a moment.
“But you did enjoy it, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes, my darling, I enjoyed it alright! Even though a couple of those strokes really hurt! You won’t be that hard on me next time, will you?”
“Next time? You want it again then?” I laughed. She blushed a deep crimson.
“I have never known such intense feelings. It’s like the pain and the pleasure, and the shame and the embarrassment all meet up here.” She pointed to her head, “And just blow my brains to smithereens! Of course I want it again, my darling! It was just absolutely fantastic, that’s all!”
I sat down on the bed next to her and ran my hand over her hot flesh, prompting a sharp intake of breath from her. I grinned at her. “Your poor little bot has taken quite a beating over the last couple of days, hasn’t it? Well you can relax for a bit, there’s no more in store tonight!”
She stuck out her bottom lip in a sulky pout. “Oooohhhhh. Not fair!” She whined, then giggled again.
“Maybe I’ll give you some more tomorrow, if you behave yourself!” I warned. She brightened immediately.
“Really? And what behaviour would you like from me?” She asked at once, a sexy smile playing on her lips.
“You decide.” I said simply, then gave her a crisp smack on the arse making her squeal with discomfort. “I promised Helen she could sleep in here tonight, so you’d better get off to the spare, ok?”
“Sure, that’s fine.” She said happily, getting up at once and pulling on her bathrobe. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She made her way to the spare room. No sooner was she out of the bedroom door than Helen breezed in, an excited smile on her face.
“Has Mum gone? Is it ok to come in?” She asked eagerly. She looked delicious in her blue T-shirt and pink knickers.
“Sure, come on in Helen.”
She beamed with pleasure, then slipped inside and closed the door behind her. “Does Sandra know I’m sleeping in here tonight?”
“Not yet, I’m just going to tell her. You get ready here, I’ll be back soon.” I smiled. She smiled back, watching me all the way to the door.
I found Sandra still lying on her bed, only this time she was half-asleep, a contented smile on her face. She opened her eyes lazily as I entered the room, then smiled again.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Fine!” She said, breezily, “I’ve been having such a super time here, and now I’m feeling just lovely!”
“What have you been doing?”
She giggled, sleepily, “You know what I’ve been doing, silly! I’ve been playing with my pussy and imagining you pulling my knickers down and spanking my bare bottom, and then you tickle my pussy, like you did with Mum, until I come. Oh it was lovely!” She sighed
“Is your pussy all wet?”
Another giggle, “Yes!”
“Would you like me to feel it?”
“Oh yes! Oh I love it when you touch me Steve!”
I took hole of the waistband of her clean, white knickers and pulled them down and off in one smooth movement. She sighed happily, then lay back and opened her slim thighs. Her hairless pussy lips were swollen and wet, her clit still stiff from her earlier attentions. I crawled between her thighs, spreading them wider, then leant forward and kissed her smooth lips. She let out a long groan.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss! Oh Steve, oh that feels lovely!”
I began to lick her delicate folds, pushing my tongue inside, feeling the warm moistness. I flicked my tongue over her stiff clit, then sucked on the tiny organ. She whimpered and gasped as I continued to torment her stiff little bud, then I slowly pushed a finger deep into her pussy. She arched her back to maximise the penetration, then began to rock her hips on my digit, pushing her clit against my tongue. She began to grunt and gasp in rhythm to her thrusts, her hands clutching at her bed. I felt her thighs tense as she tried to close them on me, but I held them off, keeping her beautifully spread.
I pulled my finger out of her hot tunnel, then began to circle her clit with it. She gasped and moaned, then bucked even harder as I pushed my tongue into her hot chute. She was rubbing her pussy onto my face and finger, fucking herself on my tongue. I felt her trying to clamp her thighs together again and held her spread, and then she came. Her body froze for a moment, all her muscles in tight spasm, and then she was shaking violently, bucking and writhing as she gave herself over to the pleasure of the moment. After a few moments I leaned back and watched her recover.
As she began to regain her normal breathing she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. I ran my hand up her smooth thigh and she smiled again, her eyes still closed, concentrating on the sensations still bathing her young body.
She looked at me, wide eyes with surprise. “Ooohhh wow!” She sighed, happily, “Oh wow, that was just amazing! Oh that was nicer even than when Helen did it to me! Oh God, Steve! That was just fantastic! I mean really, really, you know, fantastic!”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I grinned. She smiled again, then closed her eyes, utterly exhausted. I moved her into bed and covered her, then gave her a kiss and said, “Sleep well, see you in the morning.” She gave me a half-smile in reply, and was asleep before I left the room.
I returned to my own room to find Helen sitting on the end of the bed waiting patiently, still wearing her T-shirt and knickers, her plump little tits filling her top out nicely.
“Not in bed yet then?”
“No. I wanted to wait for you. I like undressing for you, I like it when you look at me. Do you like looking at me, Steve?”
“Very much! You’ve got nice, plump boobs, with lovely pink, puffy nipples, a nice plump little arse and the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen!”
She squealed with each compliment, her face blushing to a deep crimson. “Steve!” She giggled, “Oooh you are naughty!” Then she began to laugh once again.
“So come on then!” I chided, “You like to undress for me, so get on with it!”
She grinned with pleasure, like she’d won some sort of victory, then pulled her T-shirt up and over her head in one movement. Her firm tits looked superb in the half-light, and the gentle swell of her arse cheeks under her pink knickers had my cock stiffening. She stood before me for a moment, looking straight into my eyes, then pushed her knickers over her hips, down her thighs and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and left them were they lay, then moved slowly over to me.
Her skin was warm, and her body smelled fresh and clean. She slipped her arms around my waist and purred as I gathered her into my arms. I stroked her back, slipping my hands lower and lower until I was cupping the cheeks of her plump arse, she sighed contentedly.
“Steve?”
“Yes?”
“Were you annoyed with me because I enjoyed it when you smacked my bottom?”
“No, why?”
“Well, I just thought that it was supposed to be a punishment, but you can’t really call it that when I liked it, can you?” She looked up at me, concern written across her young face.
Well, that’s true, I suppose, but don’t let that bother you. You just carry on enjoying it. Would you like me to do it again?”
“I think so, provided it didn’t hurt too much!” She giggled.
“And would you like me to play with your pussy afterwards, like I did to your mum?”
She shuddered. “Ooooohhhhh yes! Oh yes please Steve!” She realised how desperate she sounded, then laughed again. “Do you like to smack my bottom, I mean in that way?”
“You mean does it give me a hard on?”
She gasped, then nodded.
“Sure! How could I not get turned on when I see such a pretty little bum all stripped and ready for me to torment?”
She groaned. “When will you do it again, Steve?”
“Would you like me to do it now?”
She nodded silently. I pulled away from her and sat on the bed. “Come on then, over my knee.” I ordered.
She quickly draped herself over my lap, pushing her plump arse up as high as she could. I stroked her smooth skin, feeling her shudder. I slipped my finger between her cheeks and ran the tip over her tight little hole. She squirmed as I applied gentle pressure, gasping at the slight discomfort. I pushed her thighs slightly apart, revealing her tender young slit, then stroked the inside of her thighs, drawing slowly higher until my thumb was just brushing along her pussy lips. Her breath escaped in a sibilant hiss as I traced the line of her slit. I could feel the dampness, which was already there, could smell her arousal.
I delivered two short, crisp smacks to her cheeks, watching in delight as they quivered with each blow. She gasped at each impact, but made no attempt to move. I ran my hand over her warming flesh once more. She pushed her arse back at me and sighed again.
“How many do you think I should give you tonight, Helen?” I asked.
“Oh! Oh I don’t know, Steve. You decide. You decide when I’ve had enough, only, please don’t be too harsh with me Steve. Ahhhhh!”
I brought my hand down on her smooth skin once more, watching the pale imprint of my hand slowly redden. I reached around her with my free arm, grabbing her upper body and pulling it close into me. I quickly found I could reach under her and stroke her tit as I teased and tormented her tender arse. As soon as my fingers touched her nipple she gasped and moaned. I felt her nipple stiffen as I played with it, then gave her another crisp smack. She gasped again, wriggling her hips in response to the stinging blow.
I gave her several more slaps as I continued to tease her tit. Her nipple was soon as hard as a bullet, and she was gasping and moaning constantly. Her arse had turned a delightful shade of pink and was wonderfully warm. I ran my hand over it slowly, gently, savouring the feel of it.
I pushed her thighs further apart and examined her pussy. The few wisps of pubic hair she had around her slit were now clearly wet, and her lips were swollen. I slowly pushed my hand between her thighs and began to stroke them gently. She let out a long, low moan, then spread her thighs still further and pushed her bum up towards my hand. I paused for a moment, then slipped my finger between her lips and ran the length of her slit then let it rest on her clit. She whined and whimpered, then began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against my finger.
I chuckled, then said, “My, my Helen, you are getting in a state, aren’t you?”
She emitted a high-pitched moan. “Steve? Oh God Steve! Oh please Steve. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop. Please Steve, please don’t stop, please!”
“You mean you want me to play with your pussy?”
Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Oh yes! Oh yes please Steve. Oh please do it to me Steve. You do it so well, Steve. Nothing makes me feel the way you do, please Steve. Please? Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”
I started to circle her clit with my finger, her juices were flowing freely and her little bud was as stiff as could be. I moved my free hand down and began to stroke the warm flesh of her arse, pulling the cheeks apart gently. She grunted with each circle my finger completed of her clit, then moaned again as I began to stroke her pussy lips with my other hand. I slipped first one finger, and then another into her tunnel, which was sopping wet and deliciously warm. She was writhing around on my lap, gasping and moaning.
I carried on stroking and teasing her hard bud, then pulled my fingers, now covered with her juices, from her pussy. I slipped them between the cheeks of her arse and quickly found her back door. She looked ‘round questioningly for a moment, then let her lead fall once again as she concentrated on the sensations radiating from her clit. I began to mirror my movements on her clit, circling her puckered little hole, teasing it gently. She continued to rock her hips in time to my strokes on her clit, seemingly unconcerned at what my other hand was doing.
I placed the tip of my middle finger against her tight hole. At the same time I placed the thumb of my other hand against the entrance to her pussy. I slipped my thumb into her whilst still stroking her clit. She moaned and sighed once again. I began to apply gentle pressure to her back door. She shifted slightly, but showed no desire to move away completely. I carried on rubbing her clit and slipping my thumb in and out of her hot hole, then pressed harder. After a moment or two I felt her sphincter start to relax and my finger begin to edge into her. She reached behind her, half-heartedly, reaching for the intruding digit, then fell back down again as I gave her clit an extra tickle. My finger was now in her up to the first knuckle. I pulled back slightly, then pushed in again. This time I carried on until the second knuckle was inside her.
I pulled out completely, then dipped my finger into her hot, wet slit. When I was sure my finger was well lubricated I placed it back against her tight hole and pushed again. This time her muscle relaxed almost at once and I was soon able to slip my entire finger up her virgin chute. I began to slowly finger fuck her arse, watching her reaction carefully. She seemed to accept the intrusion almost at once and soon settled back as I continued to play with her clit and pussy.
I started to finger fuck her with increasing speed, teasing and stroking her clit ever faster, forcing my thumb deep into her pussy and pushing my finger into her arse repeatedly. She began to gasp with each stroke, her hips bucking wildly as she lost herself in the pleasure of the moment.
“Oh! Ah! Oh! Ah! Mmmm! Yes! Oh! Ah! Oh God! Oh Steve! Oh! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oooooohhhhhhhhh! Oh Steeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvveeeee!”
Her body shook as her climax washed over her. I could feel her pussy contract onto my thumb. She writhed around, her thighs spread wide, her hips bucking against my hand, gasping and crying. Finally she collapsed across my lap with a huge sigh, then lay there immobile, her breathing slowly returning to normal. I let my hand slip from her pussy, then slowly withdrew my finger from her bottom. She shuddered at this, then relaxed again. She lay across me for a few minutes longer, then slowly stood up, her legs shaky and her face flushed and tear stained. She immediately fell onto the bed next to me and sighed again.
“Oh my God Steve, that was unbelievable, the best yet!”
“You enjoyed it?”
“Oh yes, oh my God yes!”
“All of it?”
“Steve?”
“Did you enjoy all of it?”
“Yes.”
“When I smacked your bum?”
“Yes.” A giggle.
“When I played with your clit?”
“Mmmm! Oh that was lovely!”
“How about when I put my finger up your bum?”
She looked up at me, eyes wide. “I, er, I, well, I, er. I, the only time I’ve ever done anything like that was when you wanted me to do it for you. Then it hurt a bit, but not tonight.”
“So you liked it then?”
“I don’t know. It felt very rude! I don’t know if I liked, really.”
“I liked it.” I said, simply.
“You liked putting your finger there?”
“Yes.”
“Oh!”
“If I did it to you a lot, you’d soon get used to it. You’d probably get to like it too. Your mum likes it when I fuck her that way.”
She gasped. “I know.” She said, quietly, “I saw you do it to her, remember? When I saw you doing that I thought it was just gross, I mean really gross! But she seemed to really like it, and it wasn’t so bad just then when you put your finger there.” She hesitated for a moment. “Do you want to do me like that?” She asked, nervously.
“Not tonight.” I said. Her breath escaped from her body with a hiss of tension. “But I would like to one day. Maybe we could get you used to it, get you ready slowly?”
She looked unsure. “How?”
“You could do it yourself. Whenever you play with your pussy from now on, make sure you put a finger up your bum! You’ll soon get used to the feeling, and then it won’t feel so weird when I put my finger up there. Soon you’ll be able to take my cock up there, and I bet you’ll like it!”
“I’ll try.” She said nervously. I knew she would, she’d been programmed to!
“For now, though, why don’t you remind me how good you are at sucking my cock?" I grinned at her. She grinned back and reached out for my crotch, quickly freeing my stiff shaft from my trousers and going to work hungrily.
I let her suck me for a few minutes, then took a break and undressed. She watched in delight as I undressed before her, then quickly resumed sucking as I lay on the bed. I moved her ‘round until we were in a sixty-nine position and began to play with her pussy once more. She was soon rocking her hips in response to my probing and sucking my cock with renewed urgency.
Once again I waited until my finger was good and wet before switching my attention to her back door again. There were muffled grunts and gasps as I slowly applied the pressure to over come her resistance, then I savoured the view of my finger sliding deep into her arse as she sucked greedily on my cock, her tongue swirling around my glans and her small, delicate fingers stroking my balls.
I spread her pussy lips wide, savouring her scent and the warm wetness, then put my mouth to her hot snatch and licked and sucked, relishing her taste. I held her around the hips, preventing her from escaping as I tormented her pussy with my lips and tongue and drove my finger into her arse. She sucked and bobbed her head on my shaft frantically, her hand pumping my shaft into her mouth. I could hear her whimpering onto my cock as another orgasm approached. Finally, I could hold out no longer, I let my climax begin and started to shot my jism into her warm, eager mouth.
At my first spurt she started to come again, her body shaking as she sucked at my cock, her pussy contracting onto my tongue. I jammed my finger deep into her arse with a savage stroke and she squealed in shock and alarm.
Finally, we both subsided. I lay back, exhausted, looking up to see Helen’s pussy still stretched wide above my face and my finger still deep in her arse. I gently removed it and she responded with a whimper, then I rolled her away from me and climbed into bed. She followed at once, curling her body around mine, sighing with contentment.
“Steve?” She said with a yawn.
“Yes?”
“What you said, about my bottom? I’ll do it, I promise. I’ll start tomorrow, honest.”
I smiled to myself, “Good girl.” I murmured before drifting off to sleep.
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