| Straight: BDSM: A Mistress is Born (5/6) |
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head harder against her. It had been so long since she had felt a tongue down there. It was the only thing she missed about her last boyfriend: his ability to bring her to a shattering climax with his tongue. Whether Tom was any good or not was difficult to tell, because any tongue would have done at that moment. Any tongue that could delve deep inside her, slide up and down her labia, and flicker over her clitty would have satisfied her. Tom’s was certainly doing so. Caroline abandoned herself to him, forgetting where she was and her circumstances as she spread her legs wide to allow him all the access he needed to please her. He brought her through one climax and took her to another as she pulled his head tighter against her and thrust her groin against him.
A few minutes passed before she stirred again. Opening her eyes, she could see him there on his knees still between her legs, his face glistening with her juices. She smiled satisfactorily and sat up. “That was quite good!” she told him, gripping the knot of the scarf at the back of his head. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“But not good enough to let you off a beating!” she told him, as she guided him to his feet. She said nothing as she guided him to the side of the settee and made him lay across the arm. For a few moments she just stood at his side, taking in the spectacle of a naked man lying there expectantly. His white, large, fleshy bottom was inviting. She tapped him with the tip of the crop and saw him tense as if expecting a stroke. Caroline did not oblige; instead, she stroked his cheeks with it, taunting and teasing him. “Are you ready for your beating?” “Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you regret treating me the way you did now?” she asked him. “Of course, Mistress.”
Suddenly she raised her arm and brought the crop crashing down on his bottom. The sound of leather against flesh resounded round the room seconds before his ear-piercing scream filled the air. It startled her. “I don’t think you do regret it!” she said as she hit him again. The stroke was not as hard as the first one, but his scream was just as loud. “Please, Mistress, no more!”
“Are you telling me no more?” she asked as she hit him again. “Mistreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess!”
There were crop marks on his bottom now and Caroline was apprehensive, but the last thing she wanted was to show weakness. “Are you sure this will never happen again?” “Yes…yes, Mistress.”
“It had better not,” she told him as she tapped him lightly with the crop before guiding him to his feet. As he stood there shakily, she smiled to herself. The man standing naked, cuffed and blindfolded with red and bruising marks on his bottom seemed totally different to the one a while earlier who had her in a state of fear and shame. This was the man who was supposed to be her superior! She smiled again. She also noticed his erection. If anything, he seemed harder following his beating. She reached for him again and took it in her hand. “Thought you would get this inside my tight pussy, did you?” “Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, as she moved her hand backwards and forwards. She pressed herself against his side so that he could feel her |
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Mmmmm...
