Amy’s B&D Adventures · Part 2 (2/2)
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g how the agenda might go. This time, for preparation, all that happened was that Tom put wrist cuffs on me and fastened my wrists behind my back.
I was helpless. And I was wondering if she would appear, and if she did appear, if she would participate, and if she did participate, how severe she would be with me. I had fantasies about how she would be dressed. No matter what she had on top, I knew that she would wear a black merry-widow, a short corset like garment, only hip length, and with that, black opera-length hose and garters. And of course, black panties that revealed more than they hid, through which would clearly be visible, her full behind. I had seen her dressed this way, and it really depressed me. It also really excited me.
I had visions of kissing that large, shapely bottom, of thrusting my tongue up inside, and I hated these visions. And secretly begged that she make it happen.
I stood, just marking time. The phone rang. Tom went upstairs to talk, and seemed gone forever. Then the doorbell rang. I could hear voices as he answered upstairs, but I could not identify who was there. I could only hope. Footsteps could be heard, two pair were coming down the stairs, and there she was!! Mrs. Velma Olsen stood there, looking just gorgeous, dressed in a simple, severe black dress. She looked around the room, looked finally at me, standing wearing only my panties, my wrists fastened behind my back.
"My dear", she said. "You cannot imagine how glad I am to see you here. And looking so lovely, too".
I stood still as her hands ran across my lower body, fondling my bottom, gently squeezing one cheek of my ass. Her hands ran up my front, taking hold of each bare breast and fondling me. She took my nipples, each between a thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed, bringing them to instant erection, and using my nipples to pull by, dragged me in very close.
"Let me see your tongue", she commanded.
I opened my mouth, showed her the tip of my tongue. Squeezing somewhat harder, she ordered me.
"Further, darling. Stick it all the way out so that I can see it."
I complied. She opened her mouth, and we deep-kissed. And gently, she bit down on my tongue. Not very hard, but hard enough. This was not at all what I had expected.
"My dear", she said, "Tom has told me how naughty you have been. I am not really surprised, but it is nice to have confirmation that I have been correct. He has asked that I help in modifying your behavior. Won't that be fun?"
And in saying that, she squeezed hard on each erect nipple, making me gasp.
She removed the black frock. She did not have the merry-widow on, rather, she was wearing only a sexy looking deep-cut black bra, and black panty hose. This emphasized her curvaceous figure, and with her high heels, she had a totally queenly appearance. Tom, watching closely, his eyes popping out at the sight, was obviously very erect. It seemed certain that at least for now, he was going to be a voyeur in this drama, not a direct participant. It also seemed that he did not mind in the least.
Velma sat, and pulled me over her lap, bottom up. Her hands fondled my bikini clad rump, squeezing here and there, probing a bit. A hand ran inside the waist band and squeezed naked flesh, not hard, but rather more a loving squeeze. She quickly pulled my panties down, tugged them all the way off, and asked me to open my legs so that she could see all my parts. Her hands probed here and there. First, a finger touched all around my vulva, testing for creaminess. I was sopping wet. The finger probed inward, deeply, came out again and rubbed gently across my now erect clit, almost making me leap off her lap. The finger found its way between the upturned cheeks of my bottom, found the rosebud pointing up at her, gently forced its way inside, full depth. This also seemed to please her.
"Ooh yes, you are just lovely," she said, "just the way I knew you would be".
And she raised her right hand and spanked me fiercely across one cheek of my upturned bottom. Very slowly, she lectured me on good behavior, punctuating almost every point with another hard swat on my bare ass, first on one cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth it seemed, to be sure that each side got its fair share. Well, each side got more than its fair share. Very soon, she brought me to tears. This went on for a while, much longer than I had expected, and much more of a spanking than Tom had ever given me. I was crying now, not knowing what to say.
I begged her to stop, promising her as a little girl might, that I would be good, that I would never again be disrespectful, that I would obey her in anything, just anything, that she might want me to do. She pushed me off onto the floor, ordered me to kneel before her. Now understand how I felt. I had truly been punished and my bottom felt like it was on fire. I felt humiliated to be treated this way, and to have Tom see me treated this way. I felt totally ashamed of myself for getting myself into this situation. And I felt totally under her control. But most of all, I felt absolutely, orgasmically excited. She was Queen, she was in charge, and what would happen was completely up to her. What she wanted from me, she would get!!!
She took off her black bra, and showed me (and Tom) a pair of delicious, shapely, large breasts. She offered me a thick, dark brown nipple to kiss. I had no doubts whatever about what was going to happen now, and I did just as she indicated she wanted me to do. I leaned forward, and took that luscious morsel into my mouth and sucked it lovingly. Shortly, her hand found my earlobe, and pulled me downward. She shucked her black underpants, spread her husky, shapely thighs, and showed me a musky crotch, obviously excited that she wanted me to kiss as a gesture of submission. And all the time that I had known her, hated her, always I had known that this was what I really wanted.
I had dreamed about it a thousand times, the thought of me being on my knees, kneeling before her widespread thighs, peering into her open, expectant crotch, looking at the pink lips and her erect clit, standing up and awaiting my kiss. I knew the significance of this position. I was going to lean forward and kiss her there, and suck her juices, and give her pleasure. And by so doing, she was going to take possession of me, to use me any way that she chose to use me in the future. I was going to be converted to her slave girl, and she would own me and operate me.
I buried my face in it, her gorgeous, feminine cunt, tasting her juices, enjoying the strange flavors and enjoying the sexy, gorgeous feeling of humiliation of doing this with Tom watching. He loved it.
I was still on my knees between her thighs when she reached to the table for the bottle of castor oil, and a tablespoon. A large spoonful was poured, and offered to me. I pursed my lips, knowing that no taste did I hate so much as this. I refused. She smiled, reached over and took a nipple, and pinched HARD. It hurt, really hurt. I screamed, not understanding her sudden change in mood.
She said, "Now there you are being willfuly disobedient. That is exactly what I am going to correct."
She pinched again, and I immediately opened my mouth wide, and got for my troubles, the tablespoonful of the castor oil. I gagged on it, but managed to swallow it down.
"Would you like another?" she asked. When I gasped out NOOO, she pinched again, saying "Now that is the WRONG answer, darling. Let me ask again. Would you like another?"
I knew what would happen if I said no again. I did not know what to say. She said it for me.
She said "'May I have another?' That would be the way that you would say it if you had good manners".
And with that, she gave me another pinch, this time not so hard, but still hard enough. And of course, I did ask for another, and was duly rewarded with a large spoonful, and then a moment later, another and another………
I was let alone for a while, while Velma and Tom disappeared upstairs. They were gone for a long time. When they came back, I could see that Tom had lost his erection. Velma sat down again before me, her thighs spread again, and beckoned me to kiss her. I did, of course, and found now that she was ever so much more juicy than before, a totally different flavor, too. Obviously, out of my sight, they had fucked. She had paid Tom, in a sense, for turning me over to her for discipline, and she had thanked him in the manner he liked best. Velma reached into her purse, and found a new toy, a large nipple clip that she attached to one of my nipples, and snapped a leash onto it.
This was a new way to lead somebody around. She found my coat, threw it over my shoulders, took the leash in one hand, the paper bag with my clothes in the other, said goodbye to Tom, and led me out to her car. As she led me, her attitude seemed to be that of a great lady who had just procured a new toy, and now meant to take it home and play with it in depth. I was the toy. And I knew this game that we were going to play. She was going to make the rules and I was going to abide by them, without any limits. She would be judge and jury and enforcer.
In the car, she reached into the coat, took my other breast in her hand and very gently fondled it, rubbing the nipple. She turned her face to me, and offered me a very wet kiss, and as well, a totally confusing mixture of sensations and feelings. Her hand ran between my thighs, into my pussy, feeling its wetness. She gently, very gently frigged my clit, bringing me almost, but not quite to orgasm.
And she nibbled on my ear lobe, and thrust a tongue into my ear, in the meanwhile, whispering, "Darling girl, I am going to be your teacher, and I am going to just loooovvvvee being your teacher. You are just going to love it. Did you enjoy going down on me?"
Considering the remarkable talent she had shown for pinching my nipples and making me do her thing, I knew I had better give the right answer. I said that I loved it.
"Good", she said, "since you like it so well, do it again, right now."
So, for another ten or fifteen minutes we sat parked in front of Tom's house, my face buried in her humid cunt, my tongue sucking her clit, and all the while, that castor oil was doing its insidious work, taking me ever closer to that particular point of no return.
Away we drove, finally, towards home. I was certain that I would never make it there, considering the wild sensations in my bowels. Somehow, I did manage to hold on long enough, my stomach heaving and quenching, as she led me up the stairs, firmly holding the leash. I begged for permission to go to the bathroom, and to my surprise, it was granted without question. Velma was, for the moment, in her sweet phase. I came back out, and was granted permission to shower and to rest a bit. Rest for what? Well, as it turned out, for quite a bit more.
An hour later, after relaxing and watching the evening news on TV, she ordered me up. My hands were fastened behind my back again, and after some really loving-type gentle play with my nipples, we began to discuss discipline. She reviewed my conduct over the past several years that we had known each other. She pointed to a number of specific instances where, she thought, I could have, should have, behaved differently. Now, she told me, she was going to teach me a number of things, but better manners and better behavior and total obedience to recognized authority were certainly vital parts of the lessons. Obviously, she was now the recognized authority that she referred to. To determine if I was sufficiently obedient, she turned her back to me, bent forward to give me a delightful view of her bare ass, her legs spread so that I could see her brown rosette, almost winking at me.
I knew what she wanted me to do, to give it a long, wet, sweet thrusting kiss. At that point, I could not. She said that this was disobedience, exactly what she had meant. And announcing this, she bent me over the end of the couch, my bottom raised. She left me there for a moment, went to fetch something from the closet, and showed it to me, a wicked looking leather strap, about 18" long, 3" wide, and the end cut into three separate tongues of leather. She told me that it was a trainer, sometimes called a tawse, but by any name, a marvelous tool for one job, for teaching. She said that nature had provided every female a place to be taught, her naked behind.
There, lessons could be given, that it might be painful for the moment, but they would be remembered and no permanent harm would come. And with that, she raised the tawse, and SSSSSPPPPLLLAAATTT!, a fiery streak, right across the crowns of both cheeks. I screamed out. She said nothing, and for a long time, the only sound in the room was the voice from the TV. Time dragged, and my behind was on fire. I had never really felt anything like it before. And then, SSSSSPPPPPPPLLLAAATTTT!! Again, she burned my bottom, as before. And now it hurt twice as much, if that is possible. I was sobbing, crying, begging her to let me go.
All that got me was a third and then a fourth shot of the wicked tawse across my rump. She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year, about things I had said, about Tom. She wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this time, I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me up the ass. I denied it and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Tom had been using me anally. She noted that down for future reference, as if that was another transgression that she intended to cure.
I was crying hysterically now, willing to tell her anything, willing to confess to any sin, and getting in the process, a barn burner of a spanking. Suddenly it stopped.
She said to me, "What would you like to do, now?" I knew there was only one answer to that question, and I said it, "Please let me show you, let me kiss your beautiful ass."
She smiled slightly, bent forward again, and again, offered her brown rosette to my tongue. Now, finally, I did what I had always really wanted to do. I thrust my tongue against it, probed inward slightly, tasted her strange flavor, and gave her thusly, the kiss of total obedience.
She left the room. After what seemed a long time, she returned, carrying a paper plate. I knew what would happen next, and sure enough, she found a spoon, and then asked me if I wanted my dessert now. I gulped, cried again, and said nooooo. And for that refusal, got another two strokes of the tawse. She asked again, and knowing that this would go on until I said yes, I did so. She made me request it, made me ask her to please feed me my dessert.
Amy’s B&D Adventures · Part 2 (2/2)
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