Spanking

code There are numerous spanking poses availabe in the equipment we use at the brothel. Become familiar with the pieces...in the villas...Deviant furniture, there are spanks available in the Mistress/Master chair, the post and the horse...I believe there may be one on the wall rack (check first). There is also a spanking animation in the School, the office desk.

I've included a couple of stories where one of the principal components is spanking. You can search for other stories on asstr or literotica

http://www.asstr.org or http://www.literotica.com/stories

the stories should give you some ideas of what you could include in the scenes and maybe some idea of the language to use. One is from the viewpoint of the man being spanked and the other the spanker is the story teller.

Message-ID: <46988asstr$1078261804@assm.asstr.org> Return-Path:  X-Original-Path: usenet From: "Mistress Sarina's Slave"  X-Original-Message-ID:  Abuse-Reports-To: abuse at airmail.net to report improper postings Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Spamscanner: mailbox1.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 3.7/5.0 2.63) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 78080 i2253EJi087586 mailbox1.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 01 Mar 2004 23:03:17 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} WOOF WOOF (story for my mistress) FEMDOM strapon spanking CBT X-Original-Subject: New Story: WOOF WOOF (story for my mistress) FEMDOM strapon spanking CBT Lines: 615 Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 16:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved:  Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At:  X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation  X-Story-Submission:  X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw

Woof Woof By Mistress Sarina's Slave

Mistress Sarina was the loveliest creature that I had ever seen. Walking down the airport terminal in a short black miniskirt with high heels, she showed off her long legs with each step. Mistress made the routine act of walking into a piece of art crossing her legs in front of each other as her hips swayed. Seeing her bare thighs rub against each other, I felt myself get hard.

"I don't want to hear a word."

She pushed a large foam ball into my mouth. I opened wide to try to keep the incident from getting too much attention. The ball was not bad. It wasn't like it was springing my jaw open, but it did the trick of keeping me from talking. Further when we walked it to the hotel, no one was the wiser.

As soon as we reached my door, she put her hand out.

"Give me the belt."

I was shocked.

"Did you not hear me? I don't like to repeat myself.  I want the belt now."

The belt around my waist was a heavy leather braided belt with the finest leather strands interwoven in a crisscross fashion. I folded it neatly and placed it in her hand. Somehow I felt that I was giving my life away. My mistress smiled. It was not a pleasant smile, but rather a knowing smile.

"Open the door now."

I mumbled and open the door. She motioned me in first, and closed the door behind us. Leaning against the door, she looked at me from head to feet.

"Get out of those clothes. All of them.  You have no right to wear clothes.  As you will learn, you have no rights at all in this room."

I did what she asked immediately. Pulling my shirt over my head, I threw it on the bed. Unsnapping my jeans, I started to lower the zipper.

"Slowly now. I want to hear that."

I slowed down and pulled the zipper down as my cock was arched against it. I could hear each tooth as the zipper made its way down. After it had reached the last tooth, I slid the jeans down.

"Oh I love the sound of a slut's jeans being dropped."

I smiled.

"Oh? smiling at me, are you?"

Mistress laughed.

"If you only knew what awaited you, I dont think you would be smiling. I'm going to use in every way that I desire. Your ass is going to be so sore that you will wonder if it will ever be normal again.  So, I wouldn't make it any harder on yourself by smiling."

I dropped the smile and removed the rest of my clothes.

"Bend over that bed and grab some covers.. spread your feet wide."

I did as I was told.

"I am going to explain some rules. First, you are not a person.  You are not a man.  You are a slut.  You have no opinion.  You make no decisions.  You are my toy to play with as I want."

I nodded.

When the first lash of the braided belt landed on my ass, it burnt like fire. I screamed into the foam ball. It was more out of shock than pain. The second lash was even harder as the belt left a red line across my ass. The next one was a little lower.

"The second thing is that I hate to repeat myself."

She laid five more lashes into my ass. I felt the heat growing under her punishment.

"I had to ask for the belt twice. That is not acceptable.  I expect each command to be done immediately."

She slowly made sure that every inch of my ass was set afire.

"I will do anything to you that I want. I own you.  I own your asshole.  I own your mind.  I own your body.  I don't care if you love me or hate me.  I don't care that you like what I do or not.  You will do it or you will suffer the consequences."

Mistress changed positions and straddled my neck with her knees on either side. Facing my feet, she rubbed her pussy against my neck as she looked at my ass.

"I want to check out my new asshole. Pull the cheeks apart for me."

I did as she asked. I was rewarded with the braided belt crashing down on my tender asshole. I jumped from the pain and moaned into the bed.

"Oh that felt good. It went right to my pussy.  I want more of that."

The belt came down long ways down my crack and the tip hit my vulnerable asshole. I screamed into the ball and bed. My body heaved up. Mistress rode my head like a bull rider.

"YEA!!!"

She slammed the belt down again and again.

"I'm going to cum, Slut."

The belt came down faster and harder.

"My cum is so close now that I can feel it."

I felt each blow in my asshole as it heated up from the lashes.

"It is building...I'm almost there"

My asshole was puckered and so sore that I could not barely handle each new lash. Each time that she hit it, I bucked.

"Oh My God. I am CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING."

She didn't have to tell me that. I could tell by the way that she was pressing her pussy against me that she was cumming hard. The wetness from the cum drenched me. I was just glad that she was not still pounding my asshole. She was breathing so hard. Finally, she caught her breath.

"Not bad. Not bad at all.  The slut did good.  I guess the slut won't have to go to the chair yet.  Do you know what I am going to do next?"

She was talking to herself. Even if I could have answered, I knew that I had a right to answer. I was nothing but a hole for her.

"I'm going to fuck my slut."

I looked over my shoulder and watched my mistress strap on a huge dildo. It must have been 10 inches long and 2 inches wide.

"And I'm going to love this so much."

I flinched. My asshole clenched at her words.

"Oh now, that is not being a very good fuck toy."

I tried to relax.

"I can see some instruction is needed. A slut wants to be fucked every minute of the day.  A good slut would have been begging for my strap-on by now.  Nevertheless, it will learn cause this strap-on is going up that ass.  I can see by that tight asshole that I have a virgin hole.  Oh I love virgin assholes.  Big tough men always have the most virgin assholes."

I felt her finger caress the rim of my asshole. I jumped. Her cold finger eased it's way inside my sore asshole.

"Nice and tight. Oh not for a long. Slut only have pussies, and the main function of a pussy is to take a dick. I am going to enjoy making that asshole into a pussy.  Soon what was a big strong man will be a good slut wiggling and begging for me to use the asshole-pussy. Believe me, slut will learn that being fucked in the pussy is better than the alternative."

Mistress pushed a little glob of KY into my asshole. It allowed her finger to slide easily. As soon as she had the finger inside, she started pushing it as far as she could in all directions. Stretching my ass further with each turn.

I mumbled into the bed as she stretched me.

"Sluts love their asses to be fucked. They live for it.  And don't think for a second that I am taking my time to stretch you open to make it easier for you.  I just don't want my fuck toy messed up.  I wont have to do this every time.  I'm going to fuck my asshole-pussy so many time that Slut will feel like a whore after a long Saturday night."

Her words threw my mind into a panic. I thrashed my head into the bed.

"Okay, Slut has just earned a trip to "The Chair". I see there's a need for an attitude adjustment.  Still, it will have to wait until after this fuck.  I can't wait to fuck this virgin asshole."

I had no idea what she meant by a trip to "The Chair". At the time, I didn't care. I felt was fear through out my body. The type of fear that paralyzes. I felt the huge head of the strap-on press against my sore asshole.

"Oh God, Slut has such a tight asshole-pussy."

I felt my tight asshole stretch more as she slide the head inside making my asshole close around it.

"Remember Sluts like the asshole fucked. So act like you are a good slut or "The Chair" is going to be worse. Slut lives to be be fucked"

With that she pushed the strap-on deeper, I screamed into the foam ball. It encouraged her to push deeper yet. My asshole attempted to stretch to accommodate the strap-on. Then I felt the tip hit something inside of me. It was like a wall that would not bulge.

"My little fuck toy likes this. Just think of this strap-on as my dick. The dick is the center of all pleasure right.  Isn't that what those big tough men say.  Now, it is my hot thick dick fucking this asshole.  It is my dick.  I expect you to always want my dick up that slutty ass."

Mistress pulled her dick back a little and rammed it back inside to break through the wall hit earlier. The dick slide into my ass another inch. Each inch of the smooth dick pressed against the walls of my ass. I could feel it stretching each new area that it encountered.

Finally her dick hit another wall. It was a stubborn wall. Each time that she pressed against it, I felt pain up into my gut.

"Slut had better take my dick now. Take my entire dick or I'm going to be so pissed.  After all, what good is a slut that I can't fuck.  I might need to just pump some battery acid up that ass to break up the resistance."

I froze at the thought.

"I am not joking, Slut. I am not pushing my dick in anymore.  A good slut wants the asshole filled more than the Mistress.  I want to see my fuck toy to show me how much it wants my dick.  I want my fuck toy to do the fucking.  Show my dick how much you want it.  I am giving you two minutes to get it all inside of that slutty ass.  Better show me some reason to keep that fucking ass."

I didn't know if I could take anymore, but I knew that I had to try. I pushed my ass back against her dick. I felt the pressure deep inside of me. I had to take Mistress's dick. I didnt know why, but I knew that I had to. I used my toes to arch my back and press back on her dick.. Pushing the dick deeper yet. It was setting the inside of my ass on fire. I pushed harder.. forcing it deeper.

"Now that is a good Slut. Take it deeper.  Fuck my dick good, push it all inside of that ass."

I did just that. With one last push backwards, my ass came in contact with her thighs. She moaned. What I didn't know was a part of the strap-on connected to a dildo in her pussy. As I pushed back, it drove that part deeper into her.

"Fuck it now. Show me something.  Fuck that tight ass on my dick.. Take it like a slut that can't get enough."

I leaned forward and felt her dick slide out of my ass. Just as soon as I thought that it was going to slip out, I felt her hands on my hip. I pressed back swallowing the whole dick in one push. I groaned into my foam ball. Just as soon as I was totally impaled, I slid forward and pushed back again. This time she moaned.

"That's it Slut. Work that ass.  Show me that it is good for something."

I did just that and slide almost off the dick and then pressed back. I felt her dick slide all the way inside of me. I could feel every inch as it slid inside. My mistress was starting to breath hard.

"Faster slut. Fuck that ass harder.  Or so help me I will..."

She interrupted her statement with a groan as I fucked my ass harder against her stationary body. Slapping my ass with an open hand, she hit the red sting marks from the belt.

"Harder slut. Fuck my dick faster..."

She gasped.

"Fuck toy, if you mess up this cum...."

She gasped as her body started to tingle. A orgasm building inside of her body as I fucked her dick with all the energy that I could manage.

"... I swear... I will spank that ass with barb wire..."

Panic filled me and I pushed even harder back until I felt my ass take all the dick that she had to offer and pushing for more. Mistress pulled my ass cheeks apart to let me take more. I heard her panting loudly as she pressed into me.

"Ohhhhh .. Ohhhhh thats it fuck toy.. Ohhh yes.. Ohh I'm so close.. Ohhh almost there.. God, it's all through my body.. I'm about to explode. Ohhhhhhh."

I pushed back as hard as I could to please her and help her cum.

"Oh my god, here I am cummmmmmmmmmmmming."

When she did, her body vibrated and rubbed against my ass. The sweat from her thighs filled the sting marks on my ass and set it on fire anew.

I waited to hear some compliment or pat on the head. Nothing came. Without emotion, she pulled her dick out of my ass.

"Get that ass on the floor, Slut. It's place is on the floor.  Lower than an animal.  This will be the last time that the slut will stand. From now on, it will always stay on its knees.  I never want my slut to be above me."

Shocked, I slowly inched my way off the bed. Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled me off like she would a stray mutt.

"Down NOW!!!"

I knocked to the floor.

"I am tired. Go lay in the corner, and let me rest for a minute. Then, I have to make sure the slut gets that trip to "The Chair".  It will be a wise thing if my fuck toy learns better manners.  I don't know if that is possible.  Sluts are generally pretty stupid. I guess it doesnt matter as long as my slut is a good ass fuck.  I can spank and fuck until it learns."

Mistress looked down.

"Let me see that ass."

I turned and put my head down in the carpet pushing my ass up.

"It looks like it is more open, good, that is how it should be. It has to be as big as a pussy cause I want to fuck it like one.  Here I'm going to give it something for company."

I flinched as she slid a butt plug inside my ass. It was snug as it slid inside. After getting the widest part inside, my asshole closed around the handle making sure that it would not slip out.

"That's a small one," Mistress said "I'm going to keep that ass expanding.  So you'll never be without a companion.  Except when I am fucking it."

She looked down at my limp cock.

"Poor thing, did fuck toy not get to cum. Guess what? I don't give a fuck.  It's here for my pleasure.  I'll fuck it whenever I feel like it and how I want to.  I may never let my slut cum again.  That is if my slut doesn't learn to cum from having its ass fucked.  Maybe that is how we will condition my slut.  Cums are only allowed when I am fucking that asshole.  Now would that might make my slut want an ass fucking a little more?"

I must have shown a sad face.

"Fuck it. I'm tired of that puppy dog face.  It is time to introduce you to the chair."

I must looked shocked.

"Now!!! Hop up in that chair like a dog would."

She pointed at an overstuffed arm chair. I wasn't really sure what she mean when she said like a dog. I thought about how a dog would do it. I put my arms up in the seat like the front paws, then pulled my knees up onto the cushion.

"Oh that is a good Slut."

As I knelt in the seat of the chair facing the back, I felt her wrap tape around my ankle and then secure to the front part of the chair arm. Mistress pulled my other ankle to the other side and secured it. I felt the cool air conditioner blowing between my legs.

"I'm disappointed in you slut. When I'm disappointed, then my slut will get a trip to "The Chair".  I love the chair and any excuse will do.  I'll even make it have some variety for you."

I took a deep breath. The next thing that I felt was cold leather straps going around my balls. I couldn't see the details, but felt one of my balls being pushed into some kind of loop. It was tight. Then my other ball was passed through a tight loop. She tightened the leather. I groaned.

"Oh, I see that the ball spreader is working. Slut will probably not like this very much, but it is needed to train correctly.  Now lets get this a little tighter.  With that, I felt a white lightening type of pain flash before my eyes.  My balls were being torn apart from each other.

"Now, I have a present for you."

Mistress pulled out a big leather dog collare with big studs and fitted it around my neck. She fastened a string to the collar and threw it over the back of the chair.

"Oh you so cute, Slut," Mistress said. "Almost as cute as my puppies, but not quite. Okay, now back to these balls.  Let pull them out a little."

I felt my balls being pulled. As soon as I thought that I could no longer handle it, she connected the ball spreader to the rope. My head and balls were now tied tight. If I moved either one, I was in pain.

"There. I think we have it all set.  Welcome to "The Chair. There are lots of variations. I am sure that I'll get the chance to show all of them."

I could do nothing but listen. She walked around to where my head was leaning on the back of the chair, and showed me a small whip with a bunch of small lashes.

"This is called a cock whip. It will be the starting point today."

I looked at it in terror. I knew exactly what she was going to do and I could hardly bear to stay silent. As soon as she returned behind me, I felt the first lash. The cock whip sprayed all over my tied balls. It stung like fire. Each little strands was sharp and left small microcut on my balls.

"Does Slut remember thrashing around acting like it did not want my dick. A good slut always wants to be fucked. Understand? I am going to help you understand."

She whipped my balls hard and aggressively. She let the whip wrap around to catch all sides of my tender genitals.

Whack.... Whack... Whack ... Whack

I felt the heat rise in my balls even more. They tried to contract to get away from the pain, but the rope yanked them causing pain on two fronts.

"Slut you are to never.... never, and I mean never discourage a fuck. A slut lives to be fucked in any hole and at anytime."

Whack... Whack... Whack... Whack.

"Slut was so bad for thrashing that head like that. Stupid.  Never discourage another fuck, or Slut will see this treatment as painless. Do I make myself clear?"

Whack... Whack... Whack... Whack

"God, I love that ass the way it looks up at me. And gee these balls are getting so red.  I can see stripes starting to show here and there.  A welt or two also.  Ohhh those balls love me don't they?"

Whack... Whack...

These were harder. I could feel each strand of the whip come in contact. The entire skin area of my balls was on fire from the rising welts.

"Oh, this is turning me on too much. I'm going to get a vibrator."

She did just that. Burying it inside her pussy, she worked on my ass.

Whack... Whack.

We both moaned. She held one hand at her panties as she whipped. The stretched skins really made them even more sensitive to each contact. The pain grew to where I could not resist moaning when a new blow came.

"Another rule is that a slut is for fucking and not talking. One word.  If I hear one word out of its mouth, slut comes back here for a session.  Please give me the excuse.  Oh God, I love teaching sluts."

Whack

"Uggggggggggg," I responded.

Whack.. Whack... Whack.

I could no longer feel my balls except when the lashes hit and then the pain was almost unbelievable.

"I will let you bark, Slut. Kinda in the same family as a dog, well an inferior dog.  My dog is so much better than a Slut."

I groaned.

"Is the slut understanding the rules? Sluts love their Mistress's dick and will do anything to get it. If my slut sees my strapon, I expect the slut to beg and plead to be fucked.   Does my slut understand me?"

She removed my foam ball and spanked my balls again.

"Answer me?"

"Woof," I barked.

"Good Slut, maybe you can learn. Don't want any more trips do you?"

"Woof," I barked.

"Well, we're not quite done. Those balls look so sore and open.  I bet they sting."

I watched Mistress as she stood in front of me and squirt a palm full of a white paste into her gloved hand. Looking closer, I saw the package was labeled IcyHot. She looked me in the eye.

"Does my little Slut know where this is going. All over those swollen balls."

That is exactly what she did. It was kinda cool and relaxing at first. The more that she rubbed it in making sure that it went into each crease and cut, it started to heat. She took off the glove and sat back on the bed. The IcyHot started to burn worse on my tender skin.

"UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," I cried.

Mistress just kept stroking her pussy. Starting to gain more speed, as the air conditioner blew on my balls. My skin felt like it was literally on fire. Like liquid fire was licking every cut. I could not stay silent.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Oh yes slut. You almost got a word there.  Give me a word and I'll fuck your ass with that IcyHot.  Just give me an ... excuse."

I could tell that she was getting close to her orgasm. I thrashed in the seat and tried anything to stop the burning. My legs were too tied to the heavy chair to do any good.

Mistress watched me and stroked her clit harder and faster.

"Ohhhhhh yesssssssss slut. Wiggle that ass some more.  My Slut may need its ass fucked again. Ohhhh I feel it coming fuck toy.  Ohh my cum is rising.  Ohh this is so much fun watching you.  Ohhhh... Ohhhhh... I... love....."

I groaned and moaned.

Mistress rubbed her clit faster as the vibrator hummed deep inside of her.

"Ohhh I'm going to cum Slut. Ohhhh... Ohhh. Here I cum. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD."

She thrusted the vibrator in and out of her pussy until she exploded. Mistress came and came. It was only after five minutes of resting that she started to talk again.

"Oh, that was so good. I love when my body shakes like that after I cum.  There is nothing like these trips to the chair, is there Slut?"

I thought about how the best way to answer.

"Woof."

"How cute. Slut is really starting to learn.  I'm amazed.  Okay, I'll end the chair a little early this time.  It being the first time and all.  I hope my slut has learned a little.  Let me review some of the important things."

I waited for her summary. Listening intent to make sure that I understood the rules correctly.

"Sluts are here to be fucked. They do not have feelings.  They don't think.    They will never reject a chance to be fucked.  If there is even a hint of being fucked, they will be excited.  If they are not, they will come right back to this chair and get a reminder."

I knew that I did not want that to happen.

"Let me see. A slut can not talk.  Not even a single word.  They crawl like an animal on their hands and knees.  Hands are just paws. And a fuck toy should never touch its dick for any reason.  I hope it understands this.  I am sure that I have forgotten some of the smaller details.  The most important thing is that they do whatever is asked of them and quickly."

She untied my balls and slipped the ball spreader off of my swollen balls. It hurt like crazy as she pushed each ball which was twice its normal size through the loop. Pulling the rope from my dog collar, she spoke.

"The collar stays. It makes a Slut know their place.  Now, down you go.  Get on the floor like a good little pet."

I wasted no time getting out of that torture chair. Hopping down, my balls bounced and made me groan.

"I see it is a little sore. Let me assure my pet that this was a light trip to the chair.  I expect that it will be making a few more trips before it is over.  I expect my sluts to be well behaved and do exactly what I ask.  They should know their place.  When I entertain, I do not like being embarrassed.  So I have to train well."

"Woof," I said.

"You are doing so well, pet. Now let me show my pet where to sleep tonight.   Tomorrow will be a brand new day with all kinds of new things to learn."

Pulling me by the collar, Mistress lead me to a crumpled rug at the foot of the bed. I obediently crawled on top of it. As the lights turned off, I smiled and wondered what the next day would bring.



Thank you Mistress for everything.

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code = Spanking Kenny's Wife Ch. 04 = by [|Pro_Ball_Player]  ©  //Continued from part 3.....//

//Authors Note: I want to thank my new friend, Barb, for her excellent suggestions and help with grammar and punctuation. She's made this a better chapter.//



Up to now, I had spent the entire evening creating an atmosphere of suspense, excitement, mystery and sexual tension for Jan. I wanted her to know what was going to happen, but have enough surprises in store for her so that she could never tell what was going to happen next.

During our time in her bedroom, I was methodical in trying to embarrass her, but in a way that gave her an excuse – a way to say she wasn't in control and therefore, couldn't change the events that occurred. I played up to her fantasy of being exposed and touched. I did a lot of things to expose her and to touch her in a way that was completely new, and it excited her so much to do these things with the full knowledge and permission of her husband.

When we moved downstairs where Kenny was waiting for us, I continued the same approach. Slowly building the tension, getting closer and closer to the point where she knew things were going to happen. I enjoyed building her anticipation of the inevitable that was to come. My goal was to raise her sexual arousal and get her to say and do things she wouldn't normally say. And if I don't mind saying so myself, I had brought her to the edge of her level of comfort and held her there all night.

It was time, though. All the preliminaries had been completed, she had been prepared and dressed. Her frame of mind was where it needed to be and she was ready – ready for the real thing. I still wasn't sure if it was the spanking she was interested in, or just the sexually charged situation the spanking would create. It didn't matter, we were here and it was time for Jan to be spanked.

Everything we talked about was about to start. Even though I had tried to prepare her for what was to follow, I was sure that the events of the next hour were going to hold a plethora of feelings for her. The excitement, the embarrassment, the humiliation, the things I was going to make her say and the things I was going to do, up to now, had been a fantasy. This was going to be real. She was going to lay over my lap and I was going to touch her cute little ass just the way she wanted me to. She had already cum twice in the last 30 minutes, and unless I was wrong, she would cum several more times before I left. All of this would happen with her husband watching.

I sat on the spanking seat and looked up at her saying "Get down on your knees and lay across my lap." She moved as I instructed and I adjusted her knees apart so that I could have complete access to her panty covered bottom and the treasure between her legs. I propped her up a bit, telling her I needed to be able to have access to her nipples. I told Kenny he could either stay sitting in the chair and stroke his cock, or move to a better position, but he needed to move now if he was going to move. As I was talking to him, I dropped my right hand to her bottom and began to move it under her short skirt and then to the silky treasure between her legs.

Kenny stood and shoved his pants to the floor and stepped out of them leaving him naked from the waist down, dressed only in a t-shirt and sox. His cock, small and hard, pointed straight out as he walked toward us and lay on the carpet right next to her. From his vantage point he would have an excellent view of anything I did to her and if he decided to take pictures, he would be close enough to capture the intimate details and the intricate folds of her beautiful pussy.

"I hope you didn't think I was going to let you remain dressed during all of this," I said to Jan, "The clothes were just for fun. Before we are done you will be naked, you can count on that. For now, maybe we'll just pull your skirt up." I let the anticipation sink in as I neatly lifted and folded her skirt up onto her back. She looked so cute lying there with her little skirt pulled all the way up and her silky pantied ass fully on display for us. I started out by lightly rubbing my hand slowly over her ass cheeks – ever so softly, barely touching her until I finally dipped my hand between her legs. The crotch of her panties was wet, almost drenched. Oh, how I love to touch a woman that has wet panties. The wetness gives a certain texture to the material there and tells you that she's soft and moist, ready to be penetrated.

My fingers worked up and down her crack, pressing against the outside of her panties and feeling her from her anus down to her vagina. I lingered back there, letting Kenny watch as I lightly stroked her up and down, making a crease in her panties as my fingers repeatedly ran up and down her crack. I pressed my finger against her anus. When I touched it, she tightened up. I knew this was a reflex action but I needed her to know now that her sacred little bottom was going to be invaded. I knew she was afraid of being hurt there, and I wanted to use the anticipation of her anal invasion to create a heightened apprehension so I just let my finger press against her backdoor and tapped it lightly as I said "Don't tighten your cute ass like that again, my sweet. I will be gentle with you as long as you don't deny me. If you try to resist, I can make it quite uncomfortable. When I touch you there, relax your butt hole and push back against my finger. Let's try it again."

I pressed my finger against her hole again and her resistance gave way. Her ass opened up to me and I lightly pressed into her to test her resolve to follow my instructions. I was delighted with her response and wanted to acknowledge her trust so I didn't push into her very far at all, instead, I just applied light steady pressure to her entry. The longer I left my finger there, the more she relaxed she became. "Do you let your husband fuck you there?" I asked, wiggling my finger a bit. I waited at least 10 seconds for her answer and when she didn't say anything, I slapped her ass hard. She jumped when I smacked her and I held her down over my lap as she tried to move. I hadn't intended to slap her butt that hard. I knew I couldn't spank her for the next hour with the same force, she simply couldn't endure that. "Jan, let that be a reminder for you," I said, soothing her stinging bottom with the hand which just spanked her, "unless you want to be spanked like that all night, I suggest you answer more quickly next time."

"Let's try that again." I said as my finger moved back to her anus and applied pressure to it. Again I felt her relax and open so I kept it there and didn't try to push into her. I repeatedly tapped lightly on her hole and asked "Now tell me, do you let your husband fuck you there?" This time, her answer came quickly. "No, I've never had any thing in there."

"Oh," I replied, "that's just shameful. Why not?"

"I had a girl friend in college who let her boyfriend do that. She bled for a week and she was in a lot of pain. It really scared her."

"Well," I said, "I guess I'll just have to show you guys the right way to treat a lady's ass. If you use enough lube and go slow, you'll really enjoy it. We'll try some fingers later to see how that feels. I'll be very gentle and you'll see how nice it is. But to deny your husband something this cute and this beautiful, that's just wrong."

I lifted her chest up a little so I could slip my hand to her chest easily. I felt I hadn't paid enough attention to her petite little breasts and I wanted rectify that. I cupped one of her petite breasts in my hand and pinched the tiny nipple lightly. I began stroking her pantied covered ass again, caressing the silky cheeks of her bottom as I spoke to her saying "I think we'll begin now. I want you to lie still while you get the first of your swats. After these are over, we'll help you get a little more undressed and then we'll have some more swats."

I left my hand where it was, holding her tit and lightly pinching and pulling her nipple. As a signal to Kenny that I was starting, I raised my right hand – held it there and then began her spanking. The first swat fell on her right butt cheek. It sounded like she got a good swat, but, I could tell by the absence of movement under me that it hadn't hurt her at all. My finger returned to the furrow between her legs and I rubbed her, trying to judge the wetness inside her panties. With her husband watching, I slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties and rubbed her labia, making sure Kenny saw where I was touching. Bent over like she was, I could smell the unmistakable aroma of her pussy filling my nostrils and not able to resist it any longer, I deliberately slipped two fingers into her vagina and didn't stop until they were all the way in. I moved my fingers around inside her, wanting her to feel how much access I had to the inner reaches of her vagina. Pushing deeper, I briefly touched her cervix and she let out a moan.

After pushing into her as deeply as I dared, I removed my hand from inside her panties and gave her another swat on the other cheek. As I did, I noticed a glob of thick looking girl juice on my finger and slipped it into my mouth, I made a sucking sound to intentionally bring focus to the fact that I was licking the fingers that had touched inside her body – inside her soul and inside her sex. Looking down at Kenny lying beside her, I made an exaggerated face saying "She's finger licking good, my friend. One of us is going to need to lick her pussy tonight. We can't let that go to waste – that's one tasty pussy."

"Jan," I said, "Turn your head toward your husband so you can see what this is doing to him." She turned to look at Kenny as he laid all the way back and held his cock out for her to see and stopping his stroke for a few seconds. He squeezed his cock and a dribble of precum rose to the top and rolled down onto his fingers. While she watched him, I gave her ten more swats, alternating cheeks each time as I increased the pinching pressure on her nipples. By the time I reached the tenth, I finally gave her one last pinch, this time of considerable force. None of the swats were hard enough to cause her any real pain, but, when I stopped, I noticed her legs were shaking a tiny bit. Thinking this might be hurting her more than I thought it was, I decided to momentarily suspend her swats and give her some pleasure. I slipped my hand down inside the back of her panties toward her vagina.

Knowing the workout her clit received in the bedroom and what I had planned for her yet this evening, I knew I couldn't keep manhandling the tiny bud over and over. Instead, I slipped my thumb into her pussy, searching the anterior wall for her g-spot. After a few seconds of searching, her moaning told me I had found it. I pressed against the pea sized gland and gently rubbed it. She was able to stand only a minute of this before she started to wiggle her ass as if to give me more access.

She built up to it quickly. Her breathing quickened and she started moaning "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh". The shaking of her legs became worse and her butt was moving in time with my thumb pressure inside her. When her orgasm took hold of her, her midsection went completely rigid on me and I felt her pussy clamp down on my thumb. She held her breath for an instant and then went limp, resting her body on my lap. I withdrew my thumb and started running small circles around her inner lips, but still not touching her little clit. I looked at Kenny to see him raise his eyebrows and smile.

I had the sensation that my hand was completely soaked. It didn't feel like the normal female lubricating secretions, but, instead it felt like my hand was holding back a flood of hot warm liquid. As I moved my hand around inside her panties, there was no mistaking it. She had gushed on me. Keeping my fingers together, I carefully pulled my hand out of her panties and looked at it. Contained in the palm of my hand was a small pool of sinuous clear looking fluid. Fuck, she actually ejaculated on me. If there had been any contact at all with my own cock at this exact instant, I would have cum, myself. I don't know who was more turned on, me, Kenny, or her, but, I had to make a big deal of this unexpected turn of events.

"Jan, please stand up." I requested.

Slowly, she rose up off of me to stand next to Kenny, who was still lying on the floor stroking his cock. I held my hand out for to her to see saying "I know I don't need to ask you if you had a good cum. Does this (pushing my hand out toward her) happen a lot?"

I looked up into her eyes to get her answer and immediately saw tears starting to swell. At that instant, my heart melted as I realized she was more embarrassed than she had been all evening. This really hit her at the core of her being. A tear fell down her cheek on one side, and then the other. She breathed in a choppy breath, just like a small child who was trying to talk while crying. "Once," she said. "It happened once before."

"I'm sorry if I spanked you too hard" I said. Tears were streaming down her face now and I started to apologize again, but, she stopped me. In between the sniffling and the crying she said "No, no, it's okay, you didn't hurt me. This is just so embarrassing. No one has ever seen me do this. It's something you did to me... in there. I couldn't control myself. All of a sudden there was this huge feeling like I had to pee, and then after that, it felt like something exploded in me. I really can't explain it, but, I thought I peed on you." She started to laugh. "Remember," she said, "I told you I can cry really easily."

I looked at my hand, still holding the small pool of wet cum fluid, then back at her. "Do you know what they call this?" I asked. She nodded her head, looked at my hand and replied "Female Ejaculation."

"Take your shirt off, please" I asked. "It's not fair for you to have this much fun alone." She pulled the shirt off and I was amazed at the flush across her chest between her jiggling tiny tits. I very deliberately wiped her juice all over one tit and then the other, coating both of them with the wetness. I looked at Kenny and said "I'm afraid her tits need cleaning, licking and sucking. If you don't, I will."

I'm not sure if he thought I was kidding or if I was serious. He stopped his stroking, but, he didn't move to get up. So, I turned to her and put both my hands around one of the darling little a-cups and started to gently squeeze, suck and lick. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him get up and make his way over to us. I stopped and moved over to make room for him. He moved up next to me and started to do exactly what I was doing, but to her other tit. I paused for a moment and looked up at Jan, who was standing there with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. When she noticed I had stopped my sucking, she opened her eyes and looked back at me. "Jan, you should repay his kindness." I told her.

She reached down and took hold of her husband's cock as he sucked her nipple and licked all over her tit. When she grabbed him, he never stopped, but let out a long groan in response to her handling of his cock. Whatever shame or embarrassment Kenny had over the small stature of his manhood had melted away. Even thought it was small, it was very hard, and as Jan stroked and squeezed him, he seemed to enjoy it tremendously. He was devouring the juice covered breasts like a madman and she was getting into it, too.

Just then, it hit me that this would be a good time to have her touch my cock. "Hey," I said, "this isn't fair at all. If you're going to reward him, shouldn't you do the same for me?" Without receiving an answer, I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out of my underwear. Once my cock was freed Jan's hand immediately took hold of it and began to stroke me, too. I put my hands back up to her breast began to tweak her nipple. Thinking back on some of the things she told me, I knew she had to be enjoying this attention. I decided I needed to find out for sure, and there was only one way to do that. I dropped one of my hands to feel her between the legs on the outside of her panties. She moved her legs further apart to allow my touch. Her panties were understandably soaked now. They were saturated from the front all the way to the back. I didn't pull her panties down yet because I didn't want Kenny to see her shaved pussy, so instead I pressed my finger into her slit and rubbed her up and down.

Jan was doing the best she could to jack both of us at the same time. Kenny was getting the worst of it, though, since Jan is right handed and had her right hand on my cock. Seeing his dilemma, I simply backed away, pulling my cock from her grasp and told her "Concentrate on him, but, be careful not to make him cum in case you want to ride that pony tonight."

I pulled my pants up, sat down and watched while she tormented him by stroking him fast, then slow and then fast again. One thing became clear, she knew exactly how to handle his cock.

I didn't let this go on too long and finally put an end to it telling her "Go up and get the Astroglide lube we left in your bedroom. Also, bring me a pair of silky thong panties and a plastic baggie. Hurry back so we can get on with this. You've had much too long of a rest."

Jan gave me a puzzled look and turned to go back up the stairs to her bedroom. I looked at Kenny saying "Listen, during the next session, she's going to be completely stripped and I'm going to make her say some things that might shock you. These are things she wants you to hear but isn't brave enough to say on her own, so, make sure you pay attention. We'll be done in about 30 minutes, so pace yourself, dude."

Jan came down the stairs with the Astroglide lube. Dangling from her hand I could also see she was bringing me a pair of pink thong panties. Little did she know what I had planned for them. She and Kenny were going to get a lesson in panty stuffing. My cock gave a twitch as I thought about stuffing that tiny garment into her pussy, leaving just an inch or two hanging out of her pussy while she was spanked. Then I had a better idea, deciding to have Kenny help me put them into her. Having us both touch her at the same time would bring her to a fever pitch and treat her to the experience of having her both of us touching her most private parts at the same time.

Once she returned, I took the lube and the thong from her. I sat them down on the spanking seat, took her by the hand and led her back to where Kenny was sitting. I positioned her right in front of Kenny, maybe no more than 2 feet away while I stood behind her. As before, I told her to repeat after me.

"Kenny, sometimes I want to act very nasty. Actually, it's more than that. Sometimes I want to act like a slut, but, I'm afraid of what you might think about me if I do. I don't want to get into any real trouble and I don't want to be attacked or gang banged, or anything like that. I've never told you this, but, I've always fantasized about being naked in front of people and letting them see my pussy. To show you how serious I am, I shaved my pussy so anyone looking at it would be able to see everything – all of me down there."

I told Jan to remove the skirt and lower her panties to her knees. Her hands went to the sides of the skirt to unwrap it. I took the skirt from her and told her to continue. She took a breath, hooked her fingers into the waist band of the panties and slipped them down. The look on Kenny's face was priceless. Having seen her shaved pussy myself, I knew exactly what he was looking at. My cock was throbbing and it took all my will power to keep from taking it, or her, into my own hands.

Without my prompting, she asked "Well, what do you think?"

Still standing behind her, I held my finger up to my lips as if to shush him.

"Jan," I said, "take your panties all the way off and hand them to me. Then, spread your legs and let your husband examine your new look."