by Lexi Hots
His teeth withdrew and he pulled away from her. His lips, his hands, and his hard manhood were gone and she missed them all. She eyed the parcel and knew that it was in his house now where it belonged and it was his to do with as he pleased.
His hand slapped sideways across her right ass cheek. Her whole body rocked to the side and her flesh jiggled. She righted herself and gripped the sink. The heat returned to her ass like it had never left.
“Did you deserve that?” He demanded.
“Yes, Master.”
His hand smacked her across her left ass cheek harder than he had swatted her right. She was braced so she remained upright, but she still squealed with surprise at the exquisite burn.
“What about that?” he said. “Did you deserve that one?”
Her muscles twitched as her nerves absorbed the crackling messages and jumped back and forth between reading them as pleasure or pain.
She said, “Yes, Master, I did.”
“Why did you deserve it? Tell me all the reasons.”
“Because, sir, I brought mud in and it is dry on your clean floor now.”
He spanked her on her right side. “Yes, why else?”
She swallowed and heaved for air. “I did not come to the front door, Master.”
He spanked her on the left side. Her knees buckled, but she recovered.
She did not wait for him to ask again. “I left a mark on your window, Master, when I peeped in.”
He spanked her twice on each side and she made an animalistic rattle in the back of her throat.
Lily coughed and found her voice again even though it shook like she was laughing at him or fighting a cry. “I … Master, I don’t know how to turn on the water like you commanded me.”
He spanked her upward three times nearly lifting her off the floor as her cheeks made a clapping sound when they fell back into place. She felt his fingers barely touch her sex and then she hardly felt anything else.
Her breathing was heavy and loud in her throat. She cried out. “I am wet from your spankings and it makes me want to have you inside me, Master, because I am so dirty and naughty.”
His hand barely clapped against her cheek and then he squeezed. The shock of the light touch rocked her harder than the vigorous spank she was expecting. His hand was hot and throbbing with his pulse from his open handed spanks, but her ass was hotter under his grip.
His thumb slid along her crack just missing contact with her ass. She almost dared to tell him to go back. Then, he slid the thumb up to his palm into her soaked pussy and she never wanted him to go anywhere else.
Her arms quaked and she bent over the sink as he twisted his thumb inside her from behind. She stopped just shy of her forehead contacting the glass. He would spank her for it and she wanted to give him a reason, but she did not want him to exit her to do it. So, she decided to be good for him as long as she could.
He brought his fingers up from underneath and clawed them gently through her wet slit. Some of his fingers teased the tender flesh on both sides of her trimmed pussy while one finger traced the furrow. He brought his fingers back up and twirled the tip over the top of her swollen clit nested inside her lips. He clawed more gently than before and came up to twirl again all the while pumping her tight pussy with his thumb. His gentle touch was more torture than the spankings.
“Tell me.” He whispered from behind her. “Have you forgotten to tell me any other secrets about how you were naughty today? Tell me.”
Lily bit her lip and groaned on the pleasure she thought he was about to take from her at any moment. “Master … I let my pussy show in the dark woods and I touched it once in case someone was looking, but before that …”
His thumb moved faster and harder. His fingers teased her with more pressure and she groaned.
He demanded. “Yes, tell me what happened before you touched yourself for the creatures of the woods to see.”
“Master, I thought about opening your parcel.”
His hand laced a spank down across her left ass cheek. His thumb and fingers worked her below so gently that she had to concentrate to feel the touches. He spanked her hard on the right side and then on the left again. He alternated, but sometimes spanked two or three times in a row on one side to surprise her. He did not keep a rhythm that she could anticipate. With the pain on her ass and the faint touches on her pussy, her mind and body sparked with sensation. She screamed into the sink as she came over and over.
She felt her juices run down her legs. He withdrew his hand from her and she opened her eyes seeing her fluid drip clear down his cabinets under the sink in front of her. She heard him slurping and knew he was licking off his fingers that had been in and on her. She shivered at the thought.
His hand reached past her on the left and she startled. He turned a knob behind the sink and water poured into the basin and down the drain in a continuous flow like she had never seen before.
A sponge and a bar of soap landed in the sink and she yelped in surprise. He spoke muffled over his fingers still in his mouth. “Wash yourself. Use lots of lather.”
“Master, I will get water and suds on your floor.”
“You will clean that next.”
“Yes, Master.”
She soaped up the sponge and then splashed water up on her front. It ran cold down between her legs. She squeezed the sponge over her shoulder and let the suds run down her back and over the curve of her ass. The contact stung where his hands had punished her. The suds dropped to floor under her in wet, loud plops.
“Wet your hair under the water.”
“Yes, Master.”
She bent over and squeezed her hair in the flow of water. She felt her cheeks spread as she bent. The last of the water traced down over her warm pussy.
“Now turn where I can watch you wash yourself.”
“Yes, Master.”
Lily turned in time to see him neatly fold his pants. He smoothed down the tie resting on his coat and shirt folded crisp like the paper on the parcel where his clothes sat on the opposite counter. He set the pants on top of his other clothes.
As he turned back to her, his cock hung out curved and thick toward her like it was made to slide up inside her. The head was fat and purple. His balls hung heavy and perfectly even below his shaft. She wanted him to spread her wide with his thick length. She wanted to use her mouth over every inch of it including his balls.
“What are you waiting for?” He wrapped his hand around his shaft, the same fingers that had gently tortured her, and started stroking as she watched. “Answer me now.”
“Nothing, sir. I wait for nothing, Master.”
She added water and soap to the sponge. Lily lathered up her breasts, stomach, and thighs as she watched him stroking himself. She felt wetness that had nothing to do with the water.
He let go of his cock and folded his arms over his chest. “No rinse off – every bubble.”
She thought he sounded angry with her. She cupped water in her hands and ran it down over her skin sweeping it away with her fingers adding more water to the floor.
“Turn off the water.”
“Yes, Master.”
She twisted the knob, but the water came harder. She expected to feel a spank at any moment as she twisted the other way and shut the flow off. When she faced him, his arms were still crossed and his shaft still hard.
“You made a mess of my floor.”
“Yes, Master.”
She knew he was angry now. He grabbed towels from a shelf and threw them out at her feet. They unfolded in the air and landed in a clutter.
“Wipe up your mess on your hands and knees like a dog.”
She felt a wave of shame and heat rose in her face. “Yes, Master, I’m sorry.”
“I did not tell you to be sorry. I told you to get on your hands and knees for me.”
The shame and heat in her face was replaced by a different heat between her legs. “Yes, sir.”
She got to her knees and took a
towel. As she was wiping up water, suds, and spots of mud, he knelt in front of her. She stopped.
He reached over her back and spanked her, but then left his hand gripping and parting her. “Did I tell you to stop?”
“No, Master.” She continued wiping the floor as he held her ass from over the top of her with his cock dangling in front of her face. She stared at it as she cleaned.
“Open your mouth.”
She did. He lifted his hand and spanked again grabbing back hold of the same cheek. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
She resumed cleaning. “Yes, Master.”
He spanked and grabbed again. “I said mouth open too.”
She opened her mouth and kept cleaning.
“Tongue out”
She did. Just as she licked the head, he rammed it into her throat and pulled it back out just as quick. She coughed in surprise, but kept her tongue out and her hands moving. He went in again sliding his shaft along her tongue to the back of her throat. She relaxed to keep from gagging, but he remained in her mouth longer. She focused on the movement of her hands to distract her. He withdrew with a string of saliva looped from her lips to the fat head of his cock. She kept scrubbing with her tongue out.
“Spit on it.”
She did and he stroked his cock slick with her spit as she swirled the mud on his floor in circles the way she swept the porch – the way he had gently tortured her clit.
“Tongue back out.”
He held the base of his cock as he slid it in and out of her mouth over and over. She watched the skin over his balls move with the motion and under his grip as they both did their assigned work.
He pulled out and walked behind her. “Stop using the same dirty towel over and over. I want my floor clean, not painted.”
She set the heavy towel aside and grabbed a fresh one. She felt him slid up and down her slit from behind. She arched her back and returned to scrubbing. He slid inside her balls deep and she groaned, but did not stop cleaning. He filled her up. As he started pumping her from behind, she switched towels and starting wiping the floor again as he took her.
He spanked her, but did not tell her what she had done wrong. She scrubbed the floor harder. He spanked her again and again as he took her and his balls slapped into her with the feel of gentle kisses underneath his thrusts. She scrubbed harder.
Finally, it was too much. She screamed as he rammed her and spanked her. She switched to the second to last towel even though the floor was spotless. “Oh, Master, own me. I am your parcel. Unwrap me. Use me.”
“Wipe your naughtiness off my cabinets too.”
She balanced on one hand and wiped the cabinets under the sink where she had sprayed her pleasure from his touch.
He spanked her and thrust into her harder. She screamed without words and dropped the towel.
He groaned and lifted her off the floor with his final thrusts. She felt him pumping sticky inside her. She came too as she felt him swell even thicker.
He pulled out and staggered away. “Use the last towel. Don’t mess up my floor again with your dirty drips.”
She heaved for breath. “Yes, Master.”
She wiped herself with the last towel and caught his juices as they flowed out of her.
“Get all of it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now gather the towels.”
She did and he took hold of her wet hair. Lily stood and he walked her naked by her hair as she held the filthy towels. He took her into a bedroom with a yellow dress on a frame. The skirts billowed out like a real princess’s gown.
“Put the towels in the hamper. Put on my gift to you. Come out to see me again once you are wrapped nicely.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And tie up your wet hair on your head in a respectable way. No loose ends. Tie it tight.”
“Yes, sir.”
He left her and she obeyed. Once the towels were away and she wore the big, yellow dress, she knotted her hair into a bun on her head. She adjusted the dress and thought it probably needed underwear, but she had none. The air touched her throbbing cheeks and lips under the wide skirt and her breasts were held bare and sweaty just under the bodice.
She walked bare foot under the skirts out into the house again prepared to ravaged some more.
Count Alpha sat at the kitchen table in his suit like nothing had happened. He spread red jam from a jar with a silver knife onto crackers. He ate the crackers without dropping a crumb. The parcel was nowhere to be seen. The smear on the outside of the window had been cleaned away.
He said, “Leave through the front door. I will send for you again, if I need another parcel.”
She couldn’t believe this was done. Lily also couldn’t believe she would be called back again. “Yes, Master, but what about my other clothes.”
“These are nicer.” He did not look up from his crackers. “I will burn the others when you are gone. Goodbye.”
She turned away. “Yes, Master.”
She left out the front door and approached the gate in her yellow dress and bare feet. She expected the dog to attack, but the grounds were silent.
Lily had no idea how to explain her appearance to her father when she walked back looking like this. How would she hide how she had become part of the delivery and how she had loved it so? She thought about walking through the dark woods in bright yellow and she felt fear. Maybe no creature would dare to open the parcel that belonged to Count Alpha. She thought about returning some day and she felt warm and naughty below.
Lily whispered. “Yes, Master.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 37
“Oh, Melanie, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned, his hand gently caressing her soft face as he kissed her.
She smiled up at him and closed her eyes, resting her head on the comfortable pillow. He didn’t feel her return his kiss, she just lay there with her mouth open. He released her tongue and kissed her lips, then worked his way down her chin and neck. The soft round mounds of her breasts looked so inviting with the honey brown nipples standing right up at him. He took one in his mouth, nibbling it slowly. Her gasp wasn’t as sharp as he remembered. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive areola - that always made her giggle. She hardly made a sound. His searching hand slid down to the moist opening between her legs, slipping a finger in. Her dispassionate groan annoyed him.
“Melanie.” He sighed, pushing himself off her. “Is something bothering you?”
“No, Dave… I’m fine.” She replied flatly.
“Really?” He stared at her. ‘We’ve been married four years now, and I can pretty much tell when you’re upset.”
“Well, okay.” She looked into his gray eyes. “I’m not really upset… just worried… about the future.”
“Is that why you’ve been like this for the past few weeks whenever we make love?” He sat up and stared out of the window.
“No, baby.” She sighed, drawing the covers over her naked hips and breasts. “I mean… well, kind of.”
“But what are you worried about?” He asked with a hint of frustration. “I’m doing great at work, and our online blog’s getting enough hits to generate ad revenues.”
“I know, Dave.” She caressed his arm slowly, her eyes drifting off him. “But lately I’ve been having these strange thoughts…”
“What kind of thoughts?”
“I don’t know… I’ve been having these strange urges…” She took a deep breath. “I can’t really explain it… even to myself.”
“We could go to a shrink.” He offered, eyeing her with care.
“Oh, hell, no.” She laughed, making him feel a bit better. “We’re not paying some stranger money to tell me what’s wrong with my mind…”
“What about going on a vacation…” He leaned over her and caressed her honey brown hair. “…to Hawaii or Europe?”
“Sure, honey.” She pulled the sheets
up to her chin. “We can think about it later. Let’s get some sleep now, I’m tired.”
David Jordan nodded silently with a tight smile. This was the fourth time in the past two weeks, not that he was counting, that their lovemaking fizzled out leaving him high and dry and her falling off to sleep. He let her sleep and climbed out of bed, his mind clouded. Something was wrong and he couldn’t quite figure it out. Yet.
“Maybe she needs a change of scenery.” He told himself. “That vacation could be the answer to this problem.”