Her behind felt as if it had been stung simultaneously by a hundred bees. She writhed in his lap and tried again to scream, but all that came out was a muffled, "Nnnnnn!’
A third blow. An agonizing pause. Another blow. Each time, her back would arch, and she would kick her feet and try to scream, but to no avail.
"NNNnnnn!"
Waiting for the next blow was worse than receiving it—never knowing when it would arrive until it exploded on her backside.
Her behind was on fire, it was burning! And with each blow the fire seemed to burn its way a little deeper inside her. In fact the blows really weren’t as bad as the waiting; the heat inside felt almost...pleasant. Almost like the warmth she had felt earlier, that melting, liquid....
SMACK!
"NNNnnnnNN!"
By the time the tenth blow had landed, her tears were gone, as she needed every bit of concentration just to breathe. Then she felt her hands being released, and he helped her to her feet.
"Stand over there and take that stuff out of your mouth."
She stood in front of him again and removed the paper from her mouth, wiping her face and nose before dropping it on the floor beside her. Without being told she raised her hands behind her head.
Her behind felt as if it received a ferocious sunburn. She looked at him and saw that he was now sweating profusely as well as breathing heavily as he looked up at her and spoke.
"Now. Are you sorry you were such a bad little girl?"
"Yes. I-I’m sorry I was such a bad little girl."
"Good. Of course, you still have a lot to make up for—that was just for wetting your panties."
She didn’t dare look down, but somehow it seemed as though her panties were even wetter than they were before—almost dripping...
No! Don’t think about it!
He continued, "There’s something I want you to do." He looked at her carefully, as if trying to judge her response. "If you do as you’re told…then you’ll be done."
Done! Jane started to take a deep breath, imagining the nightmare almost over, but then he added, "For today."
Her face fell, but only slightly. She would be free for the rest of the day, and the weekend! Visions of a hot bath rose up in her mind. Then to bed with a book…and lots of pillows, to sit on as well as put behind her. Heaven!
She nodded and whispered, "All right. What do you want me to do?"
"For starters, get down on your knees."
By now, any thought of disobeying him was impossible. She sank to the floor amid her cast-off clothing, her knees immediately cold on the tiles. She sat back on her heels, but he said, "You’ll need to be upright for this, slave."
She rose again to her knees. As she was doing so, he stood up—and she found herself with her nose almost touching his belt-buckle. She looked up at him, questioningly.
He met her gaze, and said, "Now I want you to say, "Please, may I undo your belt?"
Was he going to show her his underwear? Why? No matter.
"Please, may I undo your belt?"
"Yes, you may."
She reached up and held on to his braided leather belt with her left hand as she pulled the end through the loop and freed it from the buckle so that they both hung loosely. She let her hands drop again to her sides and looked up at him.
"Now say, "Please, may I unbutton your pants?"
"Please, may I unbutton your pants?"
"Yes, you may."
Again she reached up, using both hands to unbutton the top of his brown corduroys. Again she dropped her hands back to her sides and looked up.
He seemed to be smiling a little as he continued. "Now you’re going to have to work a little harder. I want you to say, "Please, may I unzip your pants?"
Well, that didn’t seem any harder. "Please, may I unzip your pants?"
"Yes, you may unzip my pants...with your teeth."
With her teeth? Impossible! Plus, she’d have to put her face right up against the front of his pants, with him watching!
"I’m waiting..."
No choice. She had to try it. Leaving her hands at her sides she leaned forward, nuzzling her way past the hanging belt-buckle and attempting to nudge her way past the fabric that covered his fly. But she kept wobbling as she did so, almost losing her balance more than once.
"Use your hands to steady yourself."
She placed her hands on his hips. There, that was better! Now she was able to get under the fabric with her nose, and finally, after several attempts, seize the tiny silver toggle firmly between her front teeth. She began to pull downward, breathing through her nose and praying that her braces wouldn’t get caught.
At first it was difficult, as the bulge in his pants was pressing so tightly against the zipper that it was hard to get the toggle to move. But once she had gotten it over the little hill at the top it seemed to move more smoothly. The flaps of his pants moved aside somewhat as she pulled the toggle lower, which meant that sometimes her nose brushed against his underwear, and she could smell...what? She didn’t know: sweat and something else, a warm, almost mushroomy smell. But she didn’t find it unpleasant.
As she continued to tug, and more of what was underneath became visible, she couldn’t help but be aware of the mysterious bulge, now more clearly defined as it strained against the white fabric of his underwear. It tapered slightly as it neared the top then expanded into a kind of flattened knob.
At long last she had pulled the little toggle as far down as it would go. Her neck and her jaw both ached slightly. Still holding on to his hips, she raised her head to look at him.
He was looking down at her. He said, "Good. Pull my pants the rest of the way down. With your hands."
She did so, and now the outline of the bulge was fully revealed, standing out between his blue shirttails. She saw two smaller bulges at the bottom, one on each side. The size of the whole thing frightened her, and yet...
As if reading her thoughts, he said, "You’d like to know what’s under there, wouldn’t you?"
There was no point in denying it. She nodded, barely moving her head.
"Give me your hand."
She did so and watched, hypnotized, as he drew it to him and pressed the palm against the middle part of the bulge, gently curling her fingers around it. It was so warm! After a moment, he began slowly moving her hand, first upward to the top of the shaft, then just as slowly down, until her hand was cupping the two smaller bulges. He squeezed her hand gently there so that her hand in turn lightly squeezed the two bulges, which seemed to move under her fingers. They felt like tiny eggs. Again he drew her hand slowly up the shaft, then down again. And again. Now they were both breathing through their mouths, quickly.
Oh god, she was kneeling there in her underwear with her hand right on his...
"Tell me what it is," he said, stopping his movement but continuing to hold her hand against him.
Her mind was reeling. "It’s...is it...is it your..." What was the word? Oh god. "P-penis?"
He smiled, briefly. "That’s right, slave. You’re touching..." He squeezed her hand around it again. "Or, almost touching, my penis. But there’s another word for it that I want you to use. The word is cock. Say it."
She had overheard boys saying that word and knew it was filthy. Oh god, he was making her say that nasty, dirty word! While she was touching it! It was so shameful. She felt herself reddening again.
Unbidden, the tears sprang into her eyes again. No! She wasn’t going to cry again after what happened last time. She took a breath to calm herself, then spoke, looking up into his eyes.
"C-c-cock."
"Good. Now say, ‘I’m touching your cock.’"
Oh god. She would not cry again. "I’m touching...t-touching your…cock."
"That’s right, you are. And you know what that makes you?"
Her mind went blank. "N-no."
He leaned down to her, and, enunciating clearly, said, "A...little...slut."
She desperately wanted not to cry, but her breath began coming in sobs again.
He continued to press her hand against him and continued, "Say it. Say, ‘I’m a little slut and I’m touching your cock.’"
Oh god, it must be true! "I’m...I’m...a little s-slut, and I’m touching…touching your cock."
She couldn’t help it—the tears began to flow again.
"Good. Actually, of course, you’re not really touching my
cock yet. But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?"
No, no. No more.
She began to shake her head. Immediately, he let go of her hand and, placing both of his on either side of her head, tilted it back so that she was forced to look up at him.
"I said, wouldn’t you, slave?"
All right, all right...!
"Y-yes!"
He released her and she slumped back onto her heels, covering her face with her hands.
He waited for a moment, then said "Enough. Straighten up."
She did so, her face still wet.
"Now, slave. Would you like to take out my cock?"
"Yessss...." Her voice was barely a whisper, her throat raw.
"Then you know what to ask."
She knew. "Please, m-may I take out your cock?"
"Yes, you may. Pull the elastic out before you pull it down."
She reached up with both hands and, terrified, grasped the elastic and pulled it out and then down, as he’d instructed, running her thumbs back to ease the elastic over his behind, her eyes closed, not daring to look. She pulled his underwear down to his ankles and remained there, her head down.
"Look at it."
Slowly, she raised her head and opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a dark sack, lightly covered with brown curly hairs, that contained the two egg-like things she had touched earlier. Then above it, rising out of a nest of dark snarly hair, was the shaft, which somehow seemed even bigger now. It was pink and rose, rough and smooth, traced with bluish veins that led upward to where the skin gathered into a kind of mushroom cap.
It seemed so strange just hanging there like that, like a clumsy afterthought to his body, so unlike the way she was down there. It looked so hard, yet the skin seemed slippery and shiny, almost like a snake. She almost wanted to...
"Touch it."
Timidly, she reached out, barely grazing the shaft with the tips of two fingers, then pulling back.
She looked up at him, waiting. He merely looked back at her.
Again she reached out, this time laying her fingers against the shaft. After a moment, she began to move them upward, feeling the strange sensation of the skin sliding along the shaft. She touched near the top where the skin gathered, and ran her index finger along the rim of the mushroom cap, looking at the oddly shaped hole in the center.
Finally, she gave into her desire and allowed her hand to circle the shaft. She squeezed it gently, the head peeping out of her fist. What a strange thing boys have!
His voice was soft, as if with wonder. "You like my cock, don’t you?"
Strangely, she did. "Yes," she whispered. "I like your...cock."
"Good. You’d like to...kiss it, wouldn’t you?’
Kiss it! Oh no. Kiss his, his thing? If she hadn’t been a slut before, that would certainly do it. Still, what choice did she have, and besides his…his cock really felt kind of warm and snug in her hand. Maybe just once... And she knew what he wanted her to say.
"Please, may I...kiss your cock?"
There. She had surprised him a little, she could tell, by not waiting to be told what to say.
But he simply replied, "Yes, you may."
So still holding it wrapped in her hand she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the place where the rim of the mushroom cap rose toward the top. Then she leaned back, feeling a slight taste of salt on her tongue.
"Again."
Well, it wasn’t so bad. Again she leaned forward, this time placing her lips gently on the very tip, before leaning back. She thought it had seemed to jump a little as she’d kissed it that time.
"Give me your hand."
She uncurled her fingers from around his cock and extended her hand to him.
He took it in both of his hands, gently curling down the last two fingers, leaving the first two and the thumb extended. She steadied herself with her left hand on his hip.
"Now, whatever I do with your hand, you will do with my cock. Understand?"
No. "Yes."
He kissed the tips of her two fingers. She leaned forward and kissed him where she had the first time.
He began slowly kissing his way down her hand towards the base of her thumb. She kissed her way down his shaft, feeling it pulse under her lips.
He kissed the heel of her hand in two places, and she gently kissed the two eggs in their sack.
By this time her response to what he was doing to her hand was automatic. Whatever he did, she did. So when she suddenly felt the tip of his tongue sliding along the base of her hand she didn’t hesitate, running the tip of her own tongue back and forth along the bottom of his sack, lightly at first, then with more pressure, juggling the eggs gently with her tongue, tasting the salty sweat there, the mushroom smell filling up her nose.
Following his lead, she began now to lick her way up his shaft in fast little circles, spending a little time at the top before working her way down again.
The texture of his skin was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, especially with her tongue. So smooth and slick and full and warm. Maybe like a tomato, picked warm from the vine. The image almost made her want to bite into it. She knew she couldn’t, but turned her head to the side and allowed herself to nibble it ever so slightly while her tongue continued...
And felt it jump. It twitched away from her mouth for a moment, in a short jerky movement, as if it had a life of its own. At the same time, she heard him gasp, softly. At first she thought maybe she’d hurt him, but he said nothing. So she continued to nibble as she continued up his shaft.
As she was nearing the top, he took her two fingers into his mouth, sliding them in and out, moistening them with his tongue. It felt wonderful, but...put his cock in her mouth? The thing he pees with?
Yes.
She raised her head and again kissed it on the very top, then slowly began to open her lips, taking just the tip in and moistening it with her tongue, letting it slide out again, taking it a little farther, slowly, slowly letting it slide out across her lips, instinctively careful not to touch it with her teeth. Or her braces. She took a deep breath in through her nose. Then, opening her jaws as wide as she could, she slid the whole mushroom cap into her mouth...
And heard him groan, a soft exhalation of breath. And she knew it was from pleasure, not pain.
And it thrilled her. She had made him do that! She wanted to do it again. So she let the cap slide slowly, even more slowly, out through her moistened lips, this time massaging it with the tip of her tongue...
And this time he groaned out loud, a drawn-out, "Ohhhh!"
And Jane knew that she was no longer the slave.
The sudden knowledge of her power made her heart race. She felt her nipples harden and tingle once more, and a rush of sensation between her legs.
She was going to make him squirm.
She took just the tip back into her mouth, and began teasing it with her tongue, making slow circles around it and probing the slit in the top, then suddenly opening wide and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, this time quickly letting him slip out again.
"Ohhhhh…god!"
It sounded almost reverent.
She took her mouth off him and raised her head to look at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing through his mouth. She waited until he opened his eyes and looked at her. Then she gently pulled her hand away from his. She smiled at him and knew he could tell that the power had changed hands.
Then she plunged her mouth down on him again, taking him in and slowly letting him out again, her tongue traveling down his shaft and up. She did it again, a little faster.
By now he was groaning non-stop, and she found it so exciting that she began to groan too as she toyed with him, the sound muffled in her mouth, more like an "Uhhhhhhnnn!"
This excited her even more and she began to work faster, closing her eyes and wishing she could stop long enough to take off the rest of her clothes, as her nipples were burning inside her bra, and her panties… Oh god, her panties were soaked!
And between her legs something was throbbing, the way his cock was beginning to throb in her mouth! It was almost bucking like a horse, and it seemed even bigger, if that was possible.
His groans were getting faster "Ahh!...Ahh!...Ah!" And so were hers: "Uh!...Uh!...Uh!"
She used one hand to hold his cock steady, then completely gave herself up to the rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue flickering faster and faster, the throbbing between her legs growing more and more intense.
Then suddenly his groaning cut off in mid-breath, and she felt his whole body stiffen. Without knowing why, and without stopping what she was doing, she moved her other hand between his legs, cupping his sack...and squeezed.
His hands flew up to cover his mouth as he cried out. At the same time, she felt something hot and salty and slimy spurting into her mouth as the throbbing between her legs crescendoed and sent a warm explosion traveling in wave after wave through her body until she thought she would faint.
She began to remove her mouth from him, but he held her head there with his hands, saying, in a hoarse whisper, "Please… Oh god, please don’t stop!"
She let the slimy liquid trickle down her throat, the action of swallowing stimulating another couple of short spurts, which she also swallowed, continuing to gently lick him and hold him in her mouth for a while, until she felt him beginning to slide out from between her lips.
She didn’t want to open her eyes; she wanted to just kneel there and feel the waves still reverberating through her. She felt as though she’d been picked up by a tornado and dropped somewhere completely different. She didn’t know who she was anymore.
She opened her eyes and just caught a glimpse of his cock, now looking softer and kind of fragile, as he pulled up his underwear, then pulled up and fastened his pants and belt.
She wanted to talk to him about what had just happened, ask him how it had felt for him—ask him a thousand questions!
But before she could, he looked down at her, still kneeling on the floor, and said, neutrally, "You can go home now."
He reached past her to unlatch the door, then carefully eased past her and walked out, his footsteps echoing on the tiles. She heard the bathroom door open and slowly sigh shut.
She was stunned. Was that all? Was she suddenly invisible again? She didn’t know what to think.
Now the waves of pleasure had faded away and she felt empty. And sad.
But no matter what she was feeling she couldn’t stay here. She clambered painfully to her feet, noticing, with a distant amusement, that she still had her socks and one of her penny loafers on. She gathered up her clothing and carried it out of the cubicle, draping her dress over the sink while she untangled her turtleneck. She suddenly remembered her glasses and was relieved to discover them unbroken in her dress pocket—she was afraid she had knelt on them. She placed them carefully on the edge of the sink.
She was just about to put her arms into her sweater prior to slipping it over her head, when she heard the bathroom door open. Oh god, she was going to get caught after all, standing in the bathroom in her bra and panties. Her sopping wet panties. Instinctively she turned away from the door, covering herself with her turtleneck as best she could.
Quick footsteps. A hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face...him.
Her eyes widened with shock.
He pulled the sweater out of her hands and tossed it onto the sink with her dress.
Then he put his arms around her, pulled her to him, and kissed her--deeply, tenderly.
Then he pulled away and looked into her eyes with an expression that she couldn’t read.
Then he released her and, without a word, was gone again.
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