Jemima's Tale Pt. 03

He interrupts. "Didn't I tell you to look at me when I'm speaking?"

This isn't much fun - I look up at him, "Yes," I say sullenly.

There's a sharp thunk, pain in the side of my head and little silver stars floating round my eyeballs - he has actually hit me!

"Hey," I start to say...

In one movement he grasps my arm, pulls me up and turns me, whirling me round on my three-inch heels before pushing me, hands still tied, head-first over the padded arm of the nearby chair. My face bounces (..Ooff!..) off the opposite chair arm.

I start to wriggle but a warning hand on the small of my back presses my tummy into the wide,padded, arm. A powerful leg traps my knees against the side of the chair. I am helpless.

The back of my panties are yanked down - I yelp as the front catches on my erection - and pulled down my thighs just enough to expose my naked buttocks to the warm bedroom air.

I turn my head to the side, the better to breathe, and close my eyes - the better to imagine my boyfriend staring down at my pale, helpless bottom nicely presented to him over the chair arm - it seems I am going to get my first real (...angry!...) spanking!

I wait for a silent, never-ending, moment - then his hand on my back tenses and a blazing slap across my upthrust rear makes me jump.

Smack - there goes another across the centre of my bum - I try to rear up but I am securely held in place. In the quiet warmth of the bedroom, it seems like I hear the next shockingly-loud slap even before I feel the -

Smack! - owch that stung - he was so fast -

Smack! - I distinctly felt my bare skin ripple under his hard, flat, hand on that one. I start to squirm, becoming excited now, as my bottom cheeks get warmer and I discover that my prick, snugly nestled in its satin covering, is able to rub deliciously against the thick padding of the chair arm...

SMACK! - just like when I spank myself, the throbbing in my buttocks is starting to drive me crazy - but with Steve I have no idea when the next merciless - SMACK! - (...ohh!...) - will be!

I am warm all over now, breathing heavily into the chair cushion and writhing so much beneath each blow that he is really having to hold me down.

SmACK! - (...hhuuhh...) - delicious fire runs across my backside forcing a tiny cry from my lips - this isn't six of the best - it's more like a dozen of the very best!

I push my face back into the cushion to muffle my excitement - SMACK! "UhhH" I hear myself moan, abandoning myself to the sheer sensuality of my predicament -the satin nightie up round my waist - the jewelled clamps dangling from my breasts - my stockinged legs hanging straight down, toes digging into the soft carpet - my tied wrists damp with sweat - bare, punished, buttocks glowing red-hot in the dim room...

SMACK! "UUHH," a trickle of sweat runs down my cheek as, despite the awkward angle, I shamelessly hump my hips against the chair arm. I want this man to stop spanking me and get up right behind me, unzip his lovely hard cock and rub it teasingly all over my poor, throbbing, bottom until I moan and beg him to drive it deep into my desperately-waiting hole...

A final SMACK and his hands release their grip on my back.

I let out a little cry of disappointment and just lie where I have been left, bare arse in the air and stiff prick pressed into the chair arm. My poor bottom is really stinging - I know it must be very red and inflamed - and I can't believe how vulnerable and so very sexy it makes me feel.

I know Steve is watching me lying here, an aroused and dishevelled heap bent over the chair. I guess it is obvious, both to me and my assertive new boyfriend, that a proper spanking really does drive me wild.

The next command comes soon after, "Now - stand up... and remember who's in charge."

How could I forget, now?

Part 6 - Jemima Learns Pleasure in Obedience

With a little help, I pull myself upright and stand still in front of my master - I am in no state to disobey this strange, forceful Steve, so I wait obediently for his next instruction.

His right hand moves down my front and firmly grasps my aroused prick, still trapped in the smooth satin ruffles of my panties. His tight grip enfolds and caresses my stiff rod through the sheath of soft pink underwear. A little gasp escapes from my mouth and I start to move my hips, straining excitedly within the unyielding leather prison of his fist.

His shades stare straight into my eyes, watching my reaction while he begins to wank me in a calm, matter-of-fact, sort of way. My forehead still feels very warm and I know that my face is shiny with arousal. Mindful of his previous instruction, I keep looking back at my master, biting my lip to stifle the pleasure he is bringing. It feels that everything is going so fast!

"Yeees.., we'll have to do something about THIS." The statement is punctuated with a final, mighty tug on my buried hard-on that makes my knees go weak.

"Nice though these are, I think we'll have them off now..."

He releases the front of the frilly knickers and, reaching behind me, inserts a finger in the back of my waistband, below my tied wrists. Casually he pulls downward and the rear of my panties slides down over my bum to cling around the backs of my thighs. The front of my panties remains where it is for the moment, held up by my significantly-swollen prick. I notice that the satin is damp where it is stretched over the hidden tip of my protruding erection.

He gives me my next instruction and I can't believe my ears, "Now lie back on the bed and ask me to wank you off."

You can head a pin drop on the soft bedroom carpet. I am aware of my mind racing to try and catch up with this new command (...push your hips right up and come in his hand while he watches...).

I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed, totally passive in mute, excited, surrender.

"That's right, lean right back and get those legs up," he orders and suddenly it all becomes very real.

Breathlessly, I obey, lying back on the smooth pink coverlet, taking my weight on my bound wrists and shoulders. I feel utterly at his mercy. The jewelled clasps rest pointedly on the naked flesh below my nipples. My nightie has bunched up around my waist, leaving my bottom totally uncovered, and the cool bedcovering beneath my rear increases my feeling of nakedness. When I raise my stocking-clad legs up high in the air as instructed, I feel even more exposed, for I can see that the bared rosebud of my anus is now in full view of my new master, lewdly framed by white curves of trembling buttocks.

I know I am blushing ferociously at my complete submissiveness (...and loving it at the same time...) when suddenly Steve steps forward between my legs and his hips nudge my spread thighs. I feel the definite, prominent bulge in his cargo pants pressing right up against my spread and open hole and anticipation sends me totally light-headed.

The man standing over me glances down briefly at my swollen erection, still trapped under its pink satin covering. "Well?" he asks.

Laid out before him, completely in his control, my heart is racing in my chest and I moan once and wrap my legs round his solid waist; I am ready for him to unzip and take me then and there.

"Please..," I beg, rubbing myself against his crotch, excited by the thought that only a single layer of material prevents that beautiful thick cock from sliding straight into the moist, accepting, depths of my behind.

My boyfriend looks down at me, taking it all in. He smiles, not entirely without pity, watching me pumping my hips on the bed, desperately rubbing my inner thighs against the rough canvas over his crotch, my pleading eyes fixed on my masters face. "Please... ...touch it... oh please..." I whisper in sweaty humiliation. We both know that even after only this brief time, I totally, erotically, belong to him.

Mesmerised, I watch a gloved hand reach down and toy with the back of my panties, stretched taut between my spread thighs. My master's hand runs deliciously over the bare flesh of my uptilted bottom before moving further up. With a sudden whip of his arm, the panties are ripped off me, bringing a sharp, stinging cut whipping across the back of my legs that makes me wince. I quickly forget the pain, however, as the reddened stiffness protruding from between my raised legs finally unfurls into the warm bedroom air. Totally naked from my waist down, I feel cool leather fingers reaching to surround my exposed prick. Once again, I am helpless to resist, immediately raising my bottom up off the bed to meet the wonderfully enclosing fist.

He begins to work me expertly, smiling briefly as I send an involuntary gasp of pleasure echoing through the warm bedroom. His arm pumps me relentlessly, wanking me with firm, arousing, strokes - building and coaxing a delicious answering movement from my hips (...oh my love oh yess...).

Held tight in the exquisite strength of his grasp, I feel my orgasm building and I can feel myself losing control - my fists clenched beneath me, my hips rising and falling to my master's insidious, knowing, rhythm, my thighs desperately clamped around his waist - (...oh Steve I can feel you so much...)

"You really like this, don't you, you little slut?"

"Ohhhhh..." My head tosses from side to side and through slitted eyes I catch a glimpse in the mirror, a vision of Jemima in pink frills, splayed out and ravished across the bedcovers (...oh yes yESS make me come in your hand make me have it make me squeal...)

Steve bends forwards over me, cupping his left hand in front of my engorged glans while still pumping my shaft vigorously with his right. With perfect timing he whispers softly: "Now show me how you come..."

Fingers of steel velvet squeeze hard (...OHH GOD...), triggering an uncontrollable, shuddering, wave of orgasm that burns its way up through my groin and erupts in pulsing spurts of sticky come, right into Steve's waiting palm - and a little over my white stockings, I struggle to free my trapped hands, bucking up off the bed and crying out with the force of my climax . My bare breasts heave deliciously, my head is buzzing, my whole body stretching and filling with flowing, tingling, warmth. I feel my lover's hand milking the final squirts of semen from me as complete pleasure diffuses through my body. (... ohh Steve...) I lower my legs, flopping back on the bed to recover my breath, tears of release wet on my cheeks.

At that moment, I knew that I truly loved the man standing in front of me. My lover and master, my Steve gives me the freedom to revel in my own sensuality, and the wonderful gifts of his own sexual desires. I feel overwhelmed that another man could enjoy making me feel such pleasure like this, and I know that I will do anything to likewise satisfy him in return.

Part 7 - Jemima is Reminded Who's Boss

I open my eyes and look up at him, I know my face is flushed with the orgasm he had wrought . He holds up his hand and I see the pearly-white evidence of my ejaculation nestling in the palm of the black glove. He regards it for a moment before speaking: "I take it you enjoyed that.. ".

It wasn't a question, which was just as well as I am not really up to a coherent reply yet.

"Anyway, turn over..," he demonstrates a rotating motion with a gloved finger, just in case I had missed the point.

My mind starts to return to focus as I sit up to obey this new instruction. It is awkward with my tied arms but I roll my shoulder onto the bedspread and hunch my knees up until I am facing the pink cotton pillows, resting on my right cheek and knees. At least the weight is off my poor wrists, now resting in the small of my back, while on my underside I once more feel the familiar tug of gravity on my ornamented nipples and they respond by sending a renewed frisson of excitement through my post-orgasmic haze. I feel the toes of my shoes resting just over the edge of the bed and in my hazy, unguarded state, something starts to dawn on me: apart from stockings and heels, I am completely naked from the waist down; - I have just been ordered into the perfect position to be mounted and given a really good fucking from the rear...

More alert now, I look over my shoulder at Steve's face. The unblinking mirror lenses impassively reflect my predicament back to me and a shiver of submissive pleasure trips through my stomach.

In this vulnerable new position I am totally and temptingly presented to my new master: from the uncovered flare of my waist and hips beneath my bound hands, down over the rounded globes of my upthrust buttocks - even now still pink and glowing from their earlier punishment - past the backs of white stocking-tops to the smooth creases at the backs of my knees... a completely shameless vision of utter sexual accessibility...

I watch as Steve steps right up to the edge of the bed and bends forwards slightly. Although out of my direct vision, I soon know what his intentions are for immediately I feel him reach between my open thighs and casually push his left hand right up under the spread cheeks of my bottom.

Cool leather firmly and deliberately parts my buttocks before pressing up hard between them. I gasp out loud with sudden understanding, my imprisoned fingers helplessly claw the air, and I feel the wet leather palm of his glove rub its way along my exposed crevice - smearing its sticky cargo of sperm right up into my gaping crack and anus...

"Waste not, want not," he murmurs and I flush in humiliation, turning and hiding my face in the coverlet while rough fingers of leather open my secret places, pushing deep into my hole and deftly tamping the slippery semen up inside my bottom. I feel dirty, defiled and at the same time, incredibly excited, - my body unable to do anything but simply hold itself in position and take it.

I moan softly to myself, appalled at my own depraved excitement, as I let my master lubricate my behind with the copious residue of my own recent ejaculation...

The palm of his glove is wiped clean on my raised buttocks (...rub it into my hot red arse...), before they are given a parting slap that sends a CRACK of fire swiping across the sensitive skin and brings my head up sharply in attention.

Amused now, my lover issues his next instruction: "Now you're fit for action, you can get me ready," I hear him say callously.

I look back up at him again and this time the imperious finger indicates the crotch of the green cargo pants, "So come here - and start sucking".

My master orders and I have to obey. As quickly as I can, I rock back onto my knees and move my body round 180 degrees until I am facing him. My head is level with his stomach and I see that I am going to have to lean down and forwards to be near his waistband.

"Wait," he warns and I pause obediently while the man standing in front of me casually unzips himself: "Get on with it," he orders.

I lean right forward, exposing my naked breasts with their dangling jewellery to his gaze while ensuring that he has a good view of my bare, uptilted rear, while I am sucking him. I wish my hands were free to hold and stroke him, but I am glad that my master can see me bound and submissive before him.

My mind is pure sensation, totally beyond thinking: I am a sex-obsessed slut who only craves the pleasure and satisfaction that comes from her depraved excitements.

Trying hard not to topple forwards, I moan a loving greeting at the familiar rigid curve of my lover's prick. Released from its canvas prison and now straining hard and thick in front of me, the circumsized shaft is the most excited I have ever seen it, the slit in the red, angry-looking, glans gapes and oozes its pre-come invitingly. I smell Steve's powerful, spermy, musk and know that I am privileged to be allowed to be so intimate with such active, masculine, virility.

At last my soft pink lips are permitted to be placed around the throbbing weapon and immediately I totally enclose it in my moist, welcoming mouth. Some of my hair is caught in my mouth and a gloved finger reaches down and pulls it away, in an almost tender gesture.

My own excited - and slightly painful - erection stirs again into life as I consciously think about exactly what I am doing to this other man, (...oh my love, to have your strength between my lips...) then I joyfully and gratefully begin to suck for all I am worth.

It's hard to keep balance on the bed with my hands tied behind me but I manage to keep steady as my head bobs up and down. I cannot look up but I know he is watching my efforts. My eager lips slide smoothly over the warm shaft, my tongue working intently on the sensitive bulb of the head. I truly love sucking this man's cock for him - I love the thickness in my mouth, the taste and smell of him and I love the feeling of the muscles at the root starting to tense. Confusingly, my mind is full of images of him kissing me full on the mouth while feeding me this beautiful manhood - both at the same time! - I want to swallow him up with everything I have.

Cool air wafts between my sticky buttocks, reminding me of my reward-to-come, and I start to get more and more excited - I would dearly, dearly, love him to come in my mouth but I want him inside me so much more!

Part 8 - Jemima Receives her Just Desserts.

At last the order comes to stop and I reluctantly release his prick from my mouth and start the awkward process of turning round again. I scramble into position until I am kneeling before him on the edge of the bed.

Still with the taste of his prick in my mouth, I push my behind right up and out towards him and press my face into the smooth bedcovering. I am so worked up now that I am actually trembling with anticipation - here on my knees, bottom aching for him, I know that my master is not going to be gentle...

Sure enough, my hips are grabbed from behind - my stockinged knees slide easily over the pink coverlet - and I am pulled straight back towards his waiting prick - I am suddenly grateful for my unexpected extra lubrication as my lover enters me forcefully, easily cleaving my anxious buttocks apart with a single, masterful stroke and driving his whole length, tight and snug, up into my unresisting anus.

I moan out his name out in sheer delight and the man inside me leans even further forward, pressing his stomach into my bound wrists, pushing himself right into me as far as he can go. I know he won't stop until he has totally taken possession of me. My eyes close and I start to breathe deeply.

My backside is filled with him, my bottom crack wet and slippery with my own sperm. I take him into me like a woman, arching my back as best I can, pleased to once more feel the arousing prickle of his pubic hair up against my hole. I tense my buttocks and grip the invading shaft, welcomingly clasping the fullness of my lover's erection with my anus - trying to let him know just how much I love him being inside me, love all that he is doing to me, and that I never want him to stop, that I wished he could fuck me forever...

I hear Steve give a huge groan of satisfaction and incredibly, I feel my muscles, clenching helplessly round the stretching thickness, intimately transmitting the vibrations through the entire insides of my body.

A brief pause to savour the wonderful feeling of penetration, then without warning, my lover's pent up excitement explodes into action - firm, muscular, thighs sheathed in rough canvas pound into the cheeks of my bottom and I suddenly find that I am being energetically subjected to a full-on, doggie-style fucking.

Instinctive, feminine, passions take over, I slide back and clumsily try to meet his thrusts - giving myself up to his male need. He moves my hips with his hands, teaching them the divine two-part rhythm of his lust. He retreats and pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick.. obediently I thrust back against him (...uhH!...) taking him right into me, before he retreats... again he pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick...