by Powerone
He had said it aloud, his hands already hinting at it as they ran over her body with impunity. He was going to have his way with her body, Anna unable to stop him from whatever he desired. Her father was no longer around to keep his lust at bay. That is what scared her the most. She had never been with a boy before, just a few hurried kisses, more pecks than a kiss, her father always lurking around so close. She knew about Jenna's ivory dildo and how she had secured it, Anna too scared to do such a risqué thing. Each time he touched her bottom, her muscles clenched in defense. She had to struggle to relax them, his fingers and hands continuing to caress her cheeks as she tried to comply with his command.
"Much better,” hefting up her cheeks, making them dance beneath the dress. He stopped touching her, standing up, only inches from her. He looked into her face, moving closer until his lips touched hers, his hand under her chin, forcing her head up until her eyes were staring at his. He wanted to see the look in her eyes as he kissed her, his mouth crushing her lips with his, his tongue pushing forcefully between her lips until she relented, his tongue going deep into the hot depths of her waiting mouth. He pushed his hips forward until his prick jerked in pleasure as it rubbed up against her, his other hand snaking around to hold her possessively against him. He could see the terror in her eyes as he kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing in her mouth. His prick jerked in pleasure against her.
She hadn't expected it, his mouth capturing her lips, his hand holding her head submissively, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It took her breath away, her nose flaring as she tried to suck in precious air to fill her lungs. He pushed against her, Anna feeling the hard flesh against her sex, feeling it come alive as he pulled her against him. She felt a rush of juices flood her thighs, his hips moving from side to side, the thick flesh growing as it rubbed her sensuously. Was he going to punish her or take her sexually? She almost wished for the punishment. It seemed like hours before he broke the kiss, the sharp intake of her breath breaking the silence of the room.
"Now I think you objected to this last time,” staring in her face as his hands slid to her waist, feeling her jump from his touch. He waited until her body got used to his touch before he moved his hands up, her head looking down to watch as his fingers slid up until he cupped the gentle slope of her breasts. Her face turned flush, her hands held submissively at her side, her fists clenched tight. He fondled her firm flesh without restraint, running his fingers under the soft underside of her upthrust breasts. His fingers became bolder, running up over the front of them until he felt the tips becoming erect, pushing out the front of her dress so brazenly. He watched her bite her lips as his fingers teased the tips to erection.
He was fondling her breasts and all she could do was hold her breath. He became bolder, his fingers moving up until she felt them touching her nipples, fighting the urges that raced through her young body. No, don't let them get hard, she cried out silently. She looked down ashamed, her nipples standing out into sharp points, her dress unable to hide the arousal that he was inducing in her body. She felt her undergarments dampen in her desires. “Mmmm,” she tried to quench her moans as his fingers began to pinch the tips, his fingers finding the hard tips easy targets. She felt the sudden pain from the pinching quickly turn into something else, Anna afraid of her own desires. She looked down as his fingers twisted and turned her delicate nubs, a strange masochistic thrill running through her body. She felt relief when he released them from his powerful grip, but he was not finished. His fingers slid up to her naked bosom, goose bumps appearing on her exposed flesh as his fingers trailed over the wide expanse of naked flesh, running up and down the deep cleavage. Her legs felt like jelly, Anna barely able to stand, her body a mass of jumbled feelings.
He enjoyed fondling her young body, seeing her fight the urges that his experienced fingers elicited from her. He enjoyed the way her nipples were excited by his touch, the hard nubs growing from his fingers, even when he became harsher, his powerful fingers enjoying the feeling of crushing them. She stood there, grimacing as he twisted and turned them. He had seen the look before, sexually aroused from being dominated. Yes, he would train her well. “Now I think it is time for your spanking. Your father interrupted me last time, this time there will be no interruption. Or mercy. Take off your dress. I don't intend to try to punish you through so much material.” He wanted her to strip for him, much more humiliating for a young girl to do than if he did it for her.
Anna knew that it would do no good to protest, but her hands moved slowly, ashamed at having to bare her body to Lord Michael. And without her father here to protect her she mostly feared he would force her to strip completely naked. He had already touched her intimately through her clothes, there would be nothing to stop him once her garments were gone, his fingers able to penetrate her most intimate openings. She was a virgin, but she feared that she would not stay that way. Docilely, Anna reached down to the hem of her long dress and drew it up her shapely legs, refusing to look at Lord Michael. She wore no stockings so her naked legs were revealed until the hem raised high above her knees, her milky white thighs exposed to his lustful gaze. She closed her eyes as she felt the cool breeze between her legs, her simple, white undergarments exposed. She yanked the dress over her head, almost tearing the fragile material, her hands shaking as she threw it on the couch. Her hands went submissively to her sides, her bosom rising and falling from her heavy breathing as she stood clad in her undergarments. She opened her eyes to see Lord Michael looking at her, his eyes moving from her feet, up her body to her face, a broad grin on his face. She looked down, blushing as she saw the bulge in his trousers. She was exciting him and that embarrassed her.
Her undergarments were quite plain, not like her mothers. The bottoms were cut wide and long, almost draped over her lovely hips. He would have preferred a tighter fitting garment that teased the beholder with the treasures that lay hidden beneath the fabric. It was the silk chemise that covered her lovely breasts that caught his attention. The youthful orbs stood up tall without any support, the nipples that swelled from his attention pushed out against the fragile material into rigid points aching to be touched and stimulated again. Anna had arched her back as if to tease him with the pear shaped titties. Lord Michael fought the urge to grip the alluring points. No, he needed to punish her first. Let her feel the pain before she was rewarded with the pleasure. That was the only way to teach young girls. They would come to crave the punishment, knowing that the pleasure was next. “Turn around. Let me see the seat of your punishment."
She didn't hesitate, at least her back would be to him, not forced to see his leering eyes devouring her half naked body. She turned, standing still as she felt his eyes burning a hole in her backside. Her thighs were clenched tightly together, hiding her treasures from his probing eyes.
The position had drawn the silk garment tighter over the twin hemispheres, firmly rounded and set tightly together. Lord Michael could see her cheeks clenched tight, waiting for long minutes until she tired, seeing the muscles contract. Such lovely targets, his prick jerking in his tight trousers. He moved back to his desk, pulling his chair sideways. “Over my lap now Anna. Head towards the ground,” his arms outstretched to guide her into the position he required of her.
She moved towards him as if it were her last steps, finally standing in front of him, his hands instantly moving up to touch and mold her body onto his lap. She felt her hair falling forward as her head bent deeply over, struggling to fight the strange feeling of helplessness as she was bent over, finally landing on his legs, her body bent in two. The blood rushed to her head as she was upside down, feeling his thick flesh between his legs touching her so intimately. His hands immediately began to fondle her upthrust cheeks, his prick jerking beneath her. She bit her lips as his hands slid over her cheeks sensuously, her buttocks clenching uncontrollably as his fingers played across her intimate crack. Her body was tense, expecting the sharp bite of pain from the first spank on her cheeks.
Yet at the same time she felt the first stirrings of sensuality, the fingers caressing her bottom almost lovingly. The fingers lingered so close to her sex, rubbing back and forth over the gentle divide of her cheeks.
Lord Michael enjoyed the way her bottom clenched and unclenched, his fingers teasing her, playing along the sharp divide between her firm cheeks. “I am going to start off with a spanking with my hand. Keep your hands away. You may cry out all you want, though it will do no good to stop me. In fact it will only drive me to greater depths. I enjoy the cries of a girl beneath my hand.” Lord Michael's hand rose up high in the air, the swoosh the only sound as his large hand cut through the air to land with a resounding crack on her right cheek. He felt the burn on his palm as he struck her flesh hard. Her body didn't move for a second, than her legs jerked in pain.
She felt the hand hit her first, the pain delayed as it drove through her body to register in her brain. The pain of the previous spanking was vividly brought back, her right cheek bursting out in pain. It felt like her whole cheek was stinging from the powerful blow, the skin burning where his palm had visited. Anna gasped in pain, biting her lip, tasting blood as she suffered the painful spanking. She was eighteen years old, yet she lay half naked over a man's knee, her bottom raised up submissively as she bore the brunt of the painful spanking.
Lord Michael ran his fingers over the spot he had just spanked, feeling the heat of the skin beneath the silk undergarments. “I imagine that hurt,” he teased her. His hand ran lovingly over her other cheek. He raised his hand back up, watching as Anna tightened her cheeks in anticipation of the next strike. She would soon learn that it would do no good, the pain just as severe. He hit the other plump cheek, his large hand able to cover most of the exposed flesh. Her gasp became louder, her body jerking beneath him, his prick jerking in pleasure as she rubbed his erect member with her squirming body. His hand rose and fell with precision, briskly slapping one globe before going onto the other. He established a regular pattern for the spanking, going from the left cheek to the right, each time his hand would explore the heated flesh, lingering over the chastened flesh. After the tenth slap he stopped, Anna's breathing ragged as she suffered beneath his corporal punishment.
She hoped he had stopped for good, her bottom ablaze in pain. His hand caressed her so tenderly between the painful slaps, confusing her with the pleasure and pain that he inflicted on her. “Please Sir, no more. I'll never do it again,” she begged, hoping to spare any further spanking. His next words struck terror in her.
"Nonsense young lady. We've only begun. Now to spank your lovely naked flesh. I want to see your lovely bottom as I strike it. I want it naked.” One hand pushed hard on her back as she struggled beneath him. “Still Anna, your frantic movements will only make it worse.” His other hand ran over her up raised bottom, teasing her, moving closer down between her legs, his fingertips touching naked skin so close to the vee of her legs. His hand reached up to the top of the silk undergarments. His fingers hooked into the waist band and slowly drew them down over her naked haunches, his prick throbbing in lust as her white posterior was revealed to his eyes. She began to sob at the humiliation of being stripped naked, Lord Michael undeterred from his task. The deep furrow of her crack widened to allow a glimpse of the mysterious darkness of her anal flower, moving down to the pink lipped slit of Anna's virgin hole, the fragile hairs doing little to hide her most intimate charms from his raping eyes. His prick jerked in appreciation as his hand settled down on the silky, naked flesh of her broad bottom, her body jumping at his intimate touch.
Her sobs grew louder when his hand touched her naked flesh, her thighs tightening, her cheeks clenched tight, trying to hide her most intimate virgin treasures from his cruel eyes and hands. His hand ran over her naked flesh unopposed, Anna's body jerking away as his fingers explored the deep fissure between her cheeks. She squirmed, trying to avoid his intimate touch, her undergarments stretched tightly across her lower thighs. She could do little to protest.
Lord Michael's fingers traced the sweat drenched divide between her lovely hemispheres, teasing along her tightly clenched cheeks as she sobbed in indignation. Her naked bottom contracted violently to hide her vulnerable parts in a pathetic effort, her squirming only induced greater pleasure in his prick, the jerking motion rubbing sensuously back and forth over his thickening member. His finger traced the delicate crack as if it were pointing to the center of her pleasure, his fingers teasing the tiny hairs that sprang up so close to her virgin hole. He felt the wetness as his fingers drew closer to the pink slit, her thighs gripped tightly together to hide the dark hole that was protecting her virginity. He teased his fingers on her sensitive perineum, his finger rubbing back and forth on the delicate patch of flesh between her two virgin holes. Her bottom began to rise up and down attempting to throw off his fondling fingers, her gasps of indignation growing louder. His fingers left her, rising up to come crashing down on the plumpest curve of her left cheek, his eyes feasting on her flesh as the pink skin turned a deeper red from the punishing blow.
"EEEEh,” Anna cried out in pain, her naked cheek receiving the punishing blow. The stinging grew worse, her body jerking in pain as Lord Michael struck her other cheek with equal force, slapping so hard that her skin was compressed. He paused for a moment, Anna sucking in precious air, her thighs clenched tightly together, ashamed at how she must look to Lord Michael.
No matter how much she tried to fight him, Anna brought Lord Michael a visual delight as her young muscles contracted, twitched and shivered with each slap, catching brief glimpses of the dark hole that was the entrance to her anal gateway, his eyes traveling down to her pink quim, glistening with her unexpected juices as if beckoning his further inspection of her virgin hole. Lord Michael began a rhythm, his slaps of her naked flesh starting at the top of each cheek and gradually moving down until he caught the sensitive, gentle swell where her cheeks met her delicate thighs. Her jerking became more frantic, Lord Michael moving his hips from side to side to gain the utmost pleasure from her rubbing. Her movements involuntarily exposed her intimate charms, the tight virgin anus to her pink slitted cunt all exposed to his excited eyes. His prick twitched in pleasure, Anna's squeals and gasps of pain only making him increase the intensity of her punishment.
Lord Michael finally stopped, his hand lingering on her pain wracked cheeks, unfazed as the hand became familiar to her body, almost soothing on the burning flesh. She had stopped sobbing, her muscles giving up their useless fight, her cheeks relaxed to the intimate touch, her thighs gently parted as if surrendering her maidenhood to Lord Michael. She could fight no longer. “Please! No more. I'll do anything."
Lord Michael's fingers traced down her intimate crack until his fingers peeled back the delicate crack to reveal the crinkled opening to her anal passage. She began to tighten her cheek, a pinch close to her anus making her relax them, leaving her open to his intimate inspection. His fingers circled the dark hole, teasing the muscles that clenched uncontrollably from the unfamiliar touch, the dark hole opening and closing. His fingers trailed around the sweat drenched opening, gathering up the moisture on his fingertip. Lord Michael pressed his fingertip over the tiny hole and pushed, watching it strain to keep out his unexpected probing.
"Not there!” Anna cried out in shame, his finger bringing such strange feelings between her legs as he touched her so intimately. Why would he want to touch her in such a dirty place? His finger became more urgent, pressing harder against her restraining entrance, her muscles clenching and unclenching. “OOOOHHH,” she moaned as she felt the success of his finger, her anal ring burning as it was forced open by the thick, slick finger. It slid inside her until she felt it pressing hard against her rectal muscles, pushing uncomfortably in her rectum.
Lord Michael felt her hot, tight hole engulf his finger, her muscles clenching on his finger as if it were his prick. He pushed hard on the muscles inside her rectum, rewarded with a delightful tightening on his finger. His pric
k jerked in pleasure against her body. Lord Michael's other hand slid down lower, teasing along her perineum, rubbing the sensitive patch of skin that lay so close to her virgin hole. Her body shuddered when his fingertip trailed across one of the pink lips of her virgin cunt, feeling the gush of juices drown his finger. Her body shuddered in pleasure, no longer able to disguise her feelings. He began to frig her, his finger running up and down her moist slit, his other finger firmly planted in her contracting anus, her body humping up and down without restraint. Her cries of pain had turned into groans and moans of pleasure. His finger pressed inside her hot, tight virgin hole, her moans louder as he spread her wider to accept his intimate inspection of her virgin cunt. Her thighs spread wider as she tried to accommodate the dual fingers that entered her intimately.
She couldn't contain her own lust, Lord Michael's fingers bringing such exquisite pleasure to her untrained body after the same hands brought pain to her. His fingers probed deep inside her backside, his finger never stopping, twisting and turning to touch places that had never been touched before. Her anal ring was stretched tightly around his knuckles, the burning bringing a strange masochistic pleasure to her. And now his other hand probed her maidenhood, pressing hard against her virgin barrier, her legs spreading wider voluntarily to give him greater access to her quim. Her body was betraying her, her moans now of pleasure, her juices flowing freely to bathe his fingers, lubricating them for easier access to her tight insides. Would he take her virginity with his fingers? Or would he force his huge prick that rubbed against her so sensuously? She couldn't do anything except to submit to the pleasure in her body, the spanking a distant memory to the fingers that masturbated her. She humped up and down on the probing fingers, her nipples so hard they ached from rubbing on his rough trousers. She felt a strange feeling between her legs, sure that she was about to have her first orgasm, a fact that Jenna always teased her about, Jenna masturbating often to bring herself to climax. She arched up her bottom as Lord Michael's hand slid underneath her, shuddering as she felt his fingers move between her wet slit to find her pleasure button. “EEEEEHH,” she screamed in pleasure as her first orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, shattering her peaceful coexistence. She had never touched her pleasure button, afraid of the excitement she would unlock in her body. Lord Michael had barely touched it, his fingertip rubbing over the swollen tip setting forth an orgasm from her loins to her brain. She felt the floodgates between her legs open, her thighs slick with her juices, Lord Michael's fingers were relentless in running up and down her drenched slit. She couldn't control her body as it jerked up and down, impaling her tight backside on the finger firmly embedded in her clutching hole. It burned, only adding to the pleasure as his finger pinched her pleasure button a second time, driving her body to arch up, his finger impaled firmly in her backside. She shuddered and trembled as the orgasm raced through her body before she finally fainted in pleasure, her body going limp.