Naughty Spanking Three

by Miranda Forbes

  Chaplain Carlton approached the lectern. As he droned on about purity, Sadie had a hard time paying attention, with Carol’s hand stroking her thigh.

  “His cock’s nice and thick,” Carol whispered very softly, nodding to the chaplain.

  “You’ve fucked him?”

  “God no, but I’ve seen his cock plenty of times. He may be celibate, but he’s always ready for a good wank, especially when it comes to overseeing the penance of naughty girls.” She slipped her hand under Sadie’s skirt.

  “He’s not bad looking,” Sadie whispered. The man was deep-chested, greying at the temples and wore Indiana Jones glasses, which suited him well.

  “He loves to watch when we’re being punished. Watch and wank. That’s a part of what makes this place so much fun.”

  “Fun?”

  “You’ll see.” She took Sadie’s hand and pulled her off the pew onto the kneelers as they all began to pray.

  Carol laid her head on the pew in front of her as though she were deeply repentant, but it wasn’t prayer she was interested in. With sleight of hand that would have impressed any magician, Carol’s fingers were once again under Sadie’s skirt and straight into her knickers.

  But just when Sadie was about to get some relief, Ms Greuber appeared out of nowhere standing at the end of the pew, looking positively explosive.

  “I’m in trouble,” Carol whispered, giving Sadie’s clit a little tweak. “Trust me, around here, the punishment is worth the crime.” She gave a discreet nod toward the assistant warden and licked her top lip hungrily. Then Carol was jerked from the kneeler and practically dragged down the aisle of the chapel as everyone stood to sing the closing hymn.

  That gave Sadie the opportunity to slip out quietly and follow Ms Greuber and Carol at a safe distance. She was way too intrigued not to risk it.

  She followed them across the car park and down to the paddock, just managing to duck behind a hedge as the two women turned into the stables. Sadie had forgotten that the brochure for the place had promised that riding in the fresh Surrey air was therapeutic. As she peeked around the door, she saw Ms Greuber and Carol in the tack room. She ducked into an empty stall, behind a bale of straw, to watch.

  “As part of your punishment, Carol, you’ll be keeping my tack clean and well polished for the next week.” The woman ran her hand lovingly over a saddle mounted on the rail of a stable, in which stood a large black stallion shifting from foot to foot. “Vindicator and I go for a ride every morning and evening.” She held Carol’s gaze. “And I’ll know if you haven’t done a good job.” She slapped the crop against her hand.

  “As for the rest of your punishment …” she slipped the end of the riding crop under the edge of Carol’s skirt, lifting it until even Sadie, in her hiding place, could see Carol’s lovely bare cunt. “Wearing no knickers is just one of the many rules you’ve broken tonight, Carol Owens.”

  Carol stood trembling, with her pussy exposed, as Ms Greuber undid the top several buttons of her blouse and ran a hand inside. Then she nodded as though she were a doctor pronouncing a diagnosis. “No bra either, and that in front of a poor girl I just reprimanded for not wearing a bra. What must the poor thing have thought? How you must have tempted her. I know how much you love to fondle full, heavy breasts like hers, but you must learn self-control.” Ms Greuber made no attempt to remove her hand from Carol’s tits. Sadie could see that she had manoeuvred the edge of the riding crop between Carol’s pussy lips, and Carol was practically humping it.

  “Stop that,” Ms Greuber commanded. “Bend over and grab the stable rail.”

  Carol did as she was told, and Ms Greuber shed her jacket and turtleneck, beneath which she wore a silky vest which revealed a deep, delicious cleavage even more dramatic than Sadie’s. That done, she lifted Carol’s skirt up over her hips until her round little bottom was exposed in its entirety, then she tapped the riding crop against the inside of Carol’s knees making her spread her feet apart until her swollen pout was perfectly displayed. Then the riding crop came down with an angry thwack and Carol whimpered.

  “You played with that poor girl’s pussy, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” The crop came down again.

  “I couldn’t help it. She was so hot.”

  “Did you let her touch you down here?”

  Carol nodded.

  “Did she make you come?”

  Sadie’s hand had already found its way into her old-lady knickers, but her cunt positively gushed when Ms Greuber inserted her middle finger up into Carol’s pussy and probed.

  “I was so close, but then you saw us.” Carol moaned, rotating her hips against the finger, her little nether hole clenching as she did so.

  There was a soft shuffling, and Sadie turned to see Chaplain Carlton standing in the shadow of the stable door, fly unzipped, heavy cock straining in his hand. Bloody hell, the punishment was worth the crime, Sadie thought as she tweaked her clit, which felt almost as hard as the good chaplain’s penis.

  “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Now Sadie’s attention was divided between the wanking chaplain and Carol’s punishment as Ms Greuber inserted another finger. “You feel awfully wet for someone who didn’t come.” She brought down the riding crop again on Carol’s bottom, now pink with welts. Carol whimpered and squirmed, and the chaplain tugged harder on his cock.

  “I swear I didn’t come,” Carol whined.

  But Sadie could tell from the way she clenched and rocked against Ms Greuber’s fingers that Carol’s orgasm was close.

  Ms Greuber pulled her up from the railing to face her. “We can’t be responsible for tempting others. We all have to conform to the rules.” She grabbed Carol’s hand and pressed it against her expansive breasts, huge nipples now assaulting the silken vest. “You see, I wear a bra, and knickers.” She guided Carol’s other hand into her trousers, a place Carol was clearly happy to explore, and the catch of Ms Greuber’s breath, the flutter of her eyelids, told Sadie Carol had found what she was looking for.

  “Make me come,” Carol whispered. “Please, make me come and I’ll make you come too. I swear I’ll clean your tack for the rest of my stay, with my tongue if you want, just please.”

  The assistant warden’s hand was instantly under Carol’s skirt, stroking furiously, and for a second the two women strained against each other, gasping and moaning, then Carol let out a little yelp. “Oh God, Ms Greuber. I’m coming. It’s so good.” The woman only responded in heavy grunts as she trembled against Carol, the mounds of her tits nearly tumbling over the top of her vest.

  Just then the chaplain erupted like a fountain in viscous spurts against the stable door. That was enough to send Sadie’s pussy into spasms.

  When the chaplain tucked in his cock and slinked away, and Ms Greuber left mounted on Vindicator, Sadie sneaked out from her hiding place to where Carol stood happily polishing an extra saddle. She didn’t seem surprised to see Sadie.

  “Greuber and the chaplain, they can get you off, but if you want cock,” she gave Sadie’s tits a caress, “then you need to see the warden.”

  “And how do I do that?”

  “Trust me, I have a foolproof plan.”

  Their plan had gone like clockwork. Sadie kept her eyes lowered, but not out of respect for the warden. She was looking at his cock straining the seams of his trousers. Carol said he always got a hard-on when it came to doling out punishment.

  His crisp pinstriped suit accentuated his broad shoulders. He was clean shaven, every blond hair in place, and he smelled as though he’d just stepped out of the shower. Sadie so admired dapper men.

  She, on the other hand, with her mussed auburn hair coming loose from its demure ponytail, with the pleats of her modest skirt hanging uneven, with her white blouse, untucked, gaping dangerously above her full breasts, looked guilty as charged. She was trembling, but not from fear – well, just a little, maybe.

  The warden paced. “The chaplain says you were masturbating in the library.”

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sp; She whimpered. “Please, sir, I couldn’t help it.” She quivered at the memory. The chaplain had thought she couldn’t see him half hidden behind the shelf, his hand thrust deep in his pocket, moving in tight little jerking motions as he observed her. Knowing he was watching her play with herself had only made her stroking more pleasurable.

  Carol had been right, once the chaplain had come, he grabbed her by the shoulder and marched her straight in to see the warden.

  “The poor man was horrified.” The warden stopped pacing, grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her closer. “Where’s your brassiere?” He gave her left tit a hard squeeze nearly causing it to pop out of the gaping blouse as he ran his thumb over her nipple, pinkly visible through the fabric. “Do you realise how provocative this is? You’ll incite other residents to lewd acts.”

  “My bra’s so uncomfortable,” she whined. “It doesn’t fit right. When I wear it, my nipples ache. I rub them to make them feel better, and I get so turned on. My titties are so sensitive. Please, it’s not my fault.”

  “I’m sorry, but you have to be taught restraint.” He moved a step closer, slipped his hand up under Sadie’s skirt and stroked the wet crotch of her knickers.

  She let out a breathy little moan as he traced an accusing finger along her slit.

  “You’re still slippery from your transgressions,” he grunted. “The chaplain said your pussy was all wet and splayed and swollen for the world to see.” His fingers pressed deeper into her, knickers and all. His breathing accelerated. “He said you were leaning up against the shelves in the reference section with your panties pulled aside, your fingers way up inside you, thrusting and moaning so hard you didn’t even see him.” He lifted her hand to his nose and sniffed, then groaned as he gave her a hard stroke. “I can still smell your shameful efforts,” he said breathlessly.

  She couldn’t help it. She shifted her hips against his hand and opened her legs for the full benefit of the warden’s probings. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that I needed to come so badly, and if Chaplain Carlton had only given me a minute more, I could have had some relief.”

  The warden shook his head. “What shall I do with you, Sadie? You’re such a little slut. You’ll have to be punished. I have no choice. We can’t expect reform when someone is running around this facility with her nipples showing, and her fingers up her fanny.” He suddenly remembered to take his hand away from Sadie’s pussy, and she whimpered in frustration, squeezing her legs together and shifting from foot to foot while she clenched and relaxed the muscles of her quinny, desperate for relief.

  He grabbed her hand and dragged her to a wardrobe near his desk. “Take off your blouse. Go on, take it off.”

  She unbuttoned it slowly, pretending to be embarrassed, ashamed; an act that made her tingle all the way up to her tits. She let it slip off her shoulders shyly, cupping her heavy breasts in pretend modesty, making sure her nipples peaked through her fingers for the warden to see.

  “Remove your hands.”

  She did as she was told, clasping her hands demurely in front of her, a stance that deepened her impressive cleavage while she rocked back and forth. She kept her eyes lowered to the warden’s ever-expanding cock, now clearly visible beneath his trousers. The sight made her pussy even more slippery, and she clenched her legs tighter.

  “What size?” He demanded, fumbling through a drawer of bras.

  “38C. But please, sir, I’m sure the one issued me is too small. It holds my titties so tight that I can barely breathe. Please can you size me for a bigger one?” She took his hands and guided them onto her breasts with a soft little moan.

  “In future, keep your breasts covered properly.” His big, rough hands cupped her tits and kneaded them, thumbs and forefingers lingering to tweak and pinch her nipples until he seemed to have trouble breathing. “We simply must find something modest. Your nipples are so … so very erect, so difficult to hide.” Reluctantly, he pulled away and fumbled through the drawer until he produced a bra of pink diaphanous lace. He stroked each of her breasts in turn and settled them into the sheer cups, reaching behind her to hook the band. As he did so, she could almost feel the heat of his distended cock through his trousers. Then he stepped back. “Oh dear. That’s not much better, I’m afraid.”

  If anything, her nipples pressed harder at his scrutinising stare. The tops of her breasts mounded like ripe fruit above the lace of the cups. “Perhaps that will get you by until Ms Greuber can fit you for something more modest.”

  “Now for your punishment.” He sat down on a leather sofa near his desk and patted his knees. “You know the rules. Touching oneself is a punishable offence. You must learn your lesson or you’ll never be fit for civilised society. Come now. Over my knee.”

  Whimpering softly, keeping her eyes lowered modestly to the warden’s penis, she bent over his lap. Her pussy twitched as her pubis pressed against his muscular thigh. Through his trousers, his cock squirmed against her stomach. The feel of it made her ache all over with want. He settled her into position with a grunt of satisfaction and grasped her wrists securely behind her back with one large hand. She quivered with anticipation as he hiked her skirt and eased her panties down until she felt the cool air against her bare bottom.

  He cupped each of her buttocks in turn and gave them a squeeze, his thumb lingering to exert intriguing pressure against her nether hole. “Such a naughty girl.” The words barely left his mouth before his hand came down with a resounding thwack against her bare arse, and she cried out at the sting of it, shifting her hips and bearing down to press herself harder against his thigh, feeling the growing thrum of arousal as she did so.

  “It hurts, I know, but naughty, slutty girls must be spanked.” She could feel the shifting of his own hips, pressing his cock harder and harder against her belly. She wriggled and whimpered with the next thwack and felt her pussy gush against his thigh. The thought of her pussy juices wetting the pinstripes of his trousers nearly sent her over the edge. Her clit felt stone hard and hugely distended from beneath its hood, as she relished the press of him against her.

  The stinging of her arse was exquisite. As she squirmed, one hand came loose from his grip. She manoeuvred it beneath her stomach to rest against his cock, and his next thwack was accompanied by a groan. This one came from him. Encouraged, she gave his heavy erection a stroke as he smacked her bottom again, and the fingers of his other hand slipped between her slick quinny lips, just exactly where she needed them.

  She was now practically humping his leg with each smack of his hand. She could imagine how lovely her bright red arse cheeks must look to him, blushing up so tender and wounded. Each time he spanked her, he splayed them just enough to stimulate her arsehole and make her clench. Sadie could feel him thrusting too with each thwack, until at last neither of them could disguise their moans of pleasure. “Please make me come,” she whimpered. “I need it so badly. I won’t have to touch my pussy if you make me come. Please. I know I’m such a bad girl, but I can’t concentrate on being good when my pussy is so hot.”

  “Get up, you little slut,” he gasped. He dragged her to her feet. For a second, he stood panting before her. Then he shoved aside the delicate bra straps and forced her breasts upward to spill from the cups, taking them in turn, into his suckling lips, making every effort to get as much of each titty as he could into his mouth. With one last suck and a nibble he shoved her forward and bent her over his desk, her stinging tender arse in the air. She heard his trousers fall, heard the sound of a condom being donned.

  “You’re such a naughty girl, such a little whore.” She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, just before he slammed his cock deep into her swollen pussy and began to thrust.

  Then he splayed her arse cheeks, still hot and stinging from her punishment. She heard him wetly sucking his finger. That done, he slipped the wet appendage into her grudging pucker hole with such delicious pressure that she orgasmed hard and bucked back against him.

  “Did you c
ome, you little slut?” He spat against her pucker and shoved another finger into her, still pumping hard in her cunt. Up inside her arse, she could feel his fingers moving, stretching her tightness, arousing her deep in her hole.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he gasped. He pulled his cock from her slit, drenched and slippery with cunny juice and shoved it deep into her arsehole. She cried out in a cocktail of pleasure and pain. The fullness of the first thrust was agonisingly delicious followed by pleasure nearly unbearable.

  As she reached between her legs to fondle her dilated cunt, he slapped her hand away. “We don’t play with ourselves at the Rehabilitation Facility. Remember? That’s what you’re being punished for in the first place,” he grunted.

  He could now barely breathe, and his thrustings felt like they would split her in two, as the next orgasm broke over her in waves that nearly propelled both of them off the desk onto the floor. Just then, he groaned and she felt his cock convulse inside her as he shot his load, then collapsed on top of her gasping for breath.

  When at last he could breathe again, he dressed and helped her to her feet, wiping her wet pussy carefully with his neatly ironed handkerchief. “I do hope this has taught you a lesson, Sadie. Get dressed and go clean yourself, then the chaplain wants to talk to you about your penance.”

  Sadie couldn’t wait. Contritely tucked into her new bra, her bottom still stinging from the warden’s heavy hand, she was off to see the chaplain, content in knowing that the punishment was, indeed, worth the crime.

  Truly Scrumptious

  by Mark Ramsden

  It is not that socially acceptable, yet, to talk about male domination of submissive females. It still looks a bit nasty to the uninitiated. Because many liberals are still in thrall to the 1970s idea that men are all secretly Jack the Ripper. They seem to think, because of some bad-tempered college girls, that the hand spanking of a willing female leads inexorably to torture and murder. And I’ve just breathed further life into what should be a rotting corpse by now. Never mind. I was a lettuce-eating liberal myself once, before reality reasserted itself. But I still need a disclaimer before I can tell you about gently warming Truly Scrumptious’s tight little bottom cheeks with the palm of my right hand. While slowly insinuating the fingers of my left hand into her moistening cleft until … but that would rob the moment of why it was so interesting in the first place. If we don’t know who Truly Scrumptious is, none of the other stuff would matter particularly. And it’s not the same if you’re not just a little bit in love, now is it?