‘She loves the belt, though not as much as the riding crop,’ he commented cruelly to Stephie, revelling in the shame on his wife’s face. ‘You can go now,’ he ordered, and silently Ariana walked away, deliberately avoiding her sister’s eyes.
‘Did you have to beat her?’ Stephie asked after Ariana had left.
Timothy laughed. ‘You know she loves it, Steph. Why shouldn’t she get some pleasure tonight as well?’
‘You are just so devious,’ she said, lying back on the bed, her pussy tingling with excitement. The way he beat Ariana had excited all three of them, and now she couldn’t wait to get his long hard prick between her thighs.
‘Years of breeding, darling,’ he said, stripping off quickly. ‘Did I ever tell you about my ancestor that liked to…’
‘Enough of that,’ she interrupted impatiently. ‘I’ve been waiting for your cock all day, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me nice and dirty,’ she sighed, ‘nice and dirty.’
Our Little Secret
I was certain that she was doing it deliberately, and in that certainty I found nothing but confusion and indecision. That certainty was reinforced when I looked up and saw Nicole coming into the room. She beamed me a smile and then carried on through the room to switch on the television. I half smiled back, trying to fathom the look in her dark brown eyes that seemed to be at once so innocent and yet so knowing. My eyes scanned her quickly, she was wearing a very tight T-shirt, the shape of her firm young breasts impressed on the cotton, her nipples protruding slightly, and a short skirt that revealed just how long and smooth her thighs were. She flicked the television on and then sat down on the sofa, directly opposite to where I was sitting.
‘What time’s Jim getting home?’ I asked her, forcing my eyes from the view of her shapely thighs, displayed to perfection by her tight skirt.
‘He said he’d be late again,’ she said with a sigh, for one moment an expression of sorrow clouding her eyes. She turned back to the television, perhaps wanting to hide her true feelings from me.
At first I had been sure it was my imagination. After all, I was probably spending more time at home with Nicole than Jim, who seemed to be putting in more and more hours at work. It could have been imagination, but slowly I grew certain that Nicole was flirting with me. No, it wasn’t flirting exactly; it seemed to me that she was playing a little game and enjoying every second of it. First it was her clothes: very short mini-skirts, skin-tight tops, low-cut blouses. Then it was more obvious: the bathrobe that would fall open accidentally, affording me a split second view of her finely shaped breasts, her nipples cherry-red against the whiteness of her skin, or the bedroom door left open so I’d see her as I walked past.
Never a word was said, never a hint of anything untoward, not even a silent smile of complicity. On the surface everything was entirely innocent, and I’m certain that Jim had no idea that anything was going on. And perhaps there really was nothing going on. But then again, every glimpse of her body, every look that was so innocent and so knowing, would set my heart pounding and body responding. Damn it, Nicole was a beautiful young woman and I found her presence very arousing.
‘Are you watching this?’ she asked, turning to me and breaking my train of thought.
‘No, not really,’ I mumbled, aware that she had been talking to me and I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed.
‘Daydreaming again, Paul,’ she sighed, a sad shake of the head transforming into a friendly smile.
‘Sorry, I was miles away,’ I told her, smiling back, all the time wondering what was going on in her pretty head. Her smiles could mean a million different things, always open and friendly, but occasionally I thought I detected something else, something much deeper and more dangerous.
‘Do you mind if I turn this over?’
‘Not at all. Is there anything else on the other side?’
She shrugged. ‘Isn’t there a film on tonight? Have you got the paper?’
I pointed to the magazine rack beside the television. Where was Jim? Such a pretty girl and yet he was neglecting her again, spending time at work or with his mates in the pub rather than with her. I couldn’t understand it. He and Nicole were the same age, just under twenty, half my age, and yet they were worlds apart in personality. She liked nothing better than to cuddle up close to him, or for them to go out dancing, whereas he had plainly decided that his career was number one.
Nicole dutifully dragged herself off the sofa and walked across the room to the magazine rack. My eyes widened as she bent over to retrieve the newspaper. She was standing with ankles together, bent over at the waist, her skirt rising up at the back so I could see the full length of her gorgeous thighs. She flicked idly through the thick pile of papers and magazines, and as she did so she swivelled round slightly, making her skirt rise even higher. I could see the muscles of her thighs pulled taut, every inch of her silky smooth skin displayed, and at the top of her thighs the curve of her backside, the slight bulge of her buttocks. Her panties were a thin white strip of cotton that had been pulled tightly between her rear cheeks.
‘Can’t find it, you sure it’s here?’ she called, glancing round. I nodded silently, my eyes fixed on that rear view of her.
Was she doing it on purpose? I didn’t know, and yet she was surely driving me insane. So sexy, so desirable, but still very distant and definitely hands-off.
As she read the newspaper I caught her sneaking looks in my direction, furtive little glances over the top of the pages, and then a guilty smile. Or did I imagine that?
‘There’s nothing on,’ she announced after a few minutes, as though that were a surprise to either of us.
‘So, you don’t know what time Jim’s getting back tonight?’ I asked her.
‘No, I just know he’ll be late. I’d better put this back,’ she said, getting up to walk back to the magazine rack. She looked over her shoulder at me again, caught my gaze and smiled. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her. She bent over very slowly, her black skirt rising inch by inch over her thighs until I could again see the faintest outline of her white panties pulled tight into her crotch. She held the position for a few moments, wriggling from side to side to force the paper back into the overloaded rack, and incidentally allow me a good long look, and then she straightened up.
She looked at me again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This time there could be no pretence. I had to say something. ‘Doesn’t Jim mind you wearing those mini-skirts?’ I asked, managing a note of admonition.
‘No, why should he?’ she responded, smiling a smile of sweet innocence that made my prick throb dangerously.
‘Well, they’re so short,’ I explained.
She laughed. ‘They’re supposed to be, silly. That’s why they’re called mini-skirts.’
‘Of course,’ I agreed, smiling. Damn it! The moment had gone. I had been certain that there’d been something beguiling, something alluring in her smile, but now that was gone and all I could detect was that childlike innocence I found so effective.
‘There’s nothing on the box tonight,’ she remarked, ‘but you couldn’t do me a favour, could you?’
‘Sure, what is it?’
‘Well,’ she said excitedly, ‘Jim has promised to take me out to a club tomorrow night and I don’t know what to wear. If I try on a couple of outfits, would you tell me which one you like the best?’
‘Me? I have the dress sense of… I don’t have any dress sense at all.’
She giggled. ‘It doesn’t matter. You’re a man, you know what you like. Please, will you?’
She was pouting, and she knew I couldn’t resist that. I drew breath sharply and nodded my agreement.
‘Great!’ she shrieked, and jumped across the room to plant a big wet kiss on my cheek, her breasts bulging against her tight top. She was so obviously excited that
I hardly had time to react before she bounded up the stairs to her room.
Nicole may or may not have been intentionally flirting, but my reaction was physical and I knew I would end up making a pass at her. I was brooding on this when I heard her coming downstairs, high heels cracking hard on the stairs.
‘Well? How do I look?’ she asked anxiously, walking into the centre of the room.
I could hardly believe my eyes, and my astonishment must have been clear to see as she paraded and twirled around in front of me. She was wearing a short black dress that seemed to have been sprayed on. It left nothing to the imagination. It was cut low so that her pert breasts were almost fully displayed, the nipples threatening to pop out at any moment. The dress was very short too, even shorter than the skirt she’d been wearing earlier, and barely managed to cover her backside. Added to which it was so tight that I could see the full rounded shape of her posterior and the slight bulge of her belly.
‘You can’t go out dressed like that,’ I whispered, my eyes focusing on her breasts. The nipples had become erect little points that bulged against the tight low-slung neck of the dress.
‘You don’t like it?’ she asked, advancing towards me, every step reflected in the bounce of her firm round breasts. She stopped in front of me, legs slightly apart, the shape of her limbs emphasised by black high heels. Was she enjoying my discomfort? I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that she had never looked sexier, and the bulging of my prick was a painful reminder of the effect she was having on me.
‘It’s so revealing,’ I tried to explain, my eyes travelling over her body only inches away from me.
‘What about my scent?’ she asked, suddenly leaning over me, offering her slender throat so I could breathe her perfume. It was an aphrodisiac, making me feel almost dizzy, my eyes only inches from her breasts offered so temptingly close.
‘A lovely perfume,’ I agreed, aware that her nipples were such hard points against the tight velvet of her dress.
‘Jim bought it for me,’ she informed me, stepping away again, almost skipping across the room like an excited schoolgirl.
‘But the dress…’ I reminded her.
Suddenly she dropped the velvet purse she’d been holding, the perfect accessory for her dress. I watched as she bent over to pick it up, keeping her legs straight as she moved over at the waist, the tight dress parting her bottom cheeks before riding up sensuously over her skin. As I had thought, she was wearing no panties, and for one tantalising moment I was treated to a glimpse of her bare bottom, the dark hairs around her bulging sex visible from behind. Before I had time to react she was standing again, looking at me with pursed lips, as though unaware of what I had seen and deep in thought as to what to do next.
‘Maybe you’re right,’ she finally decided, ‘perhaps this is a bit too showy. Let me show you the next one, then you can decide.’
I didn’t have the power to object. I merely nodded my agreement, and followed her with my eyes as she left the room. Damn it, I knew she was playing some strange game, flaunting her lithe young body, parading herself and enjoying my feelings of discomfort and excitement.
I stood up and walked to the drinks cabinet, adjusting my trousers, glancing down to see my cock etched against my clothing. She had to have seen that; there was no way that even a casual glance would have missed my erection. My hands were shaking as I poured myself a neat scotch and gulped down the amber drink. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of her breasts, trying to forget the image of her bent over, legs parted and set straight – trying but not succeeding.
‘Paul, Paul!’
I sighed, wondering what new torture she had decided to inflict on me. She was calling from her bedroom, so I went to the bottom of the stairs to find out what she wanted.
‘Could you just have a look at something for me?’ she called, a pleading note to her voice.
I kept calm as I climbed the stairs. Her bedroom door was open and I just went in, vowing to keep cool no matter what she wanted. She was standing by her wardrobe, dressed only in a lacy bra and a short red mini-skirt, just as short as the dress had been. The wardrobe door was open, a mad jumble of clothes inside it. She smiled in a good-natured sort of way, that naïve smile she reserved especially for me.
‘Could you reach up there for me?’ she asked, pointing to a sports bag lodged on top of the wardrobe. The bra was almost see-through, a frilly black lace thing which lifted and parted her breasts, and barely covered her hardening nipples. It was a tease, but she was acting as though nothing untoward was happening.
‘What’s up there?’ I said, sighing, looking from her breasts to her eyes, and realising just how much she was enjoying my attentions.
‘I’ve got a matching skirt and blouse in there, I’d just like to try them on.’
‘How did you get the bag up there?’ I complained.
‘Ah… Now I remember,’ she exclaimed delightedly. She reached for the vanity chair in front of the dressing table and positioned it by the wardrobe. ‘Jim held the chair while I just shoved things up there,’ she told me. ‘I’d forgotten.’
She skipped up onto the chair and I saw how unsteady it was. I did as instructed and bent over to hold it steady while she stretched up and grabbed the bag. She hadn’t been lying, the bag was stuck, and as she struggled to pull it away I was treated to another view of long thighs, and this time a flash of black where she’d put a pair of panties on. At long last the bag was free and she stepped down, though not before she’d seen me eyeing up her long legs.
‘Here it is, tell me what you think,’ she giggled excitedly.
I watched her unzip the bag and produce a long dark skirt, the longest skirt I’d ever seen her have. Before I could make a comment she unclipped her red mini and let it fall in a bundle around her ankles. She faced me in her underwear, lacy black bra and matching knickers, with not a trace of shame on her face.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded angrily, driven beyond endurance by her brazen exhibitionism.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked innocently, her eyes widening.
‘What is it, girl? Are you enjoying this silly game of yours?’ I bellowed, unable to control my anger any more.
‘Paul, what is it?’
‘You, that’s what it is. Why are you parading yourself like this? Showing off in front of me, are you enjoying embarrassing me? Is that it?’
‘I’m sorry, I hadn’t realised this was embarrassing,’ she sniffed, pouting sulkily.
‘Don’t act the little innocent with me,’ I warned her, ‘or I’ll have to teach you what happens to girls that misbehave.’
Her eyes seemed to perk up. ‘What does happen to girls that misbehave?’ she asked, her mocking tone contrasting to the excitement I saw in her eyes. Her nipples were hard points of flesh, and I couldn’t help but notice that her backside was reflected in the mirror behind her.
‘They get punished,’ I replied. ‘And parading around in your knickers, or parading around without any knickers on at all, is a sure way to get punished.’
‘But I wasn’t parading…’ she started to complain.
‘Don’t push your luck, madam,’ I warned her coldly.
‘I’m sorry,’ she replied softly, averting her gaze guiltily.
‘Tell me the truth, were you deliberately leading me on?’
There was a lengthy pause, and then she nodded. ‘I could see you were getting turned on,’ she admitted. ‘And I sort of enjoyed it, and the more I did it the more I enjoyed it. I’ve been very silly, haven’t I?’
It was my turn to pause. I knew what I wanted to do then. ‘I think I’ve every right to punish you for that, don’t you?’
‘I suppose so,’ she mumbled.
‘How do you propose I do that, young lady?’
She shrugg
ed her shoulders. ‘I don’t know, I suppose you deserve to get your own back. How do you think I should be punished?’
I took a deep breath. ‘You deserve a sound spanking,’ I told her, exhaling slowly. ‘I think the way to ensure you keep your knickers on and hidden from view is to smack you so hard on the behind that every time you sit down you’ll remember.’
There was no surprise on her part, no look of horror. Instead she nodded to herself, as though she understood the justice of it all. ‘Here?’ she asked nervously.
‘Yes, here and now.’
I pulled the vanity chair over and sat down, positioning myself so that I was comfortable. The wardrobe door, with its inside mirror, was open, and that in turn was reflected in the mirror on the dressing table. I motioned for her to step forward and she did so, glancing at me nervously.
‘Across my knee, young lady,’ I explained, pulling her towards me. She made no reply but knelt across my lap, reaching out to stop herself falling. In seconds her bottom, still clad in thin black panties, was presented for my delectation. She could see herself in the mirror, and the reflection of her backside too, an infinitely receding view of herself ready for punishment.
I raised my hand high and brought it down hard, the slap of skin on skin resounding around the room. My fingers stung lightly, but that was nothing to the sting she must have felt on her pert round behind. She made no sound. Instead she bit her lip and looked up at me appealingly. I raised my hand again and brought it down firmly on her other bottom cheek, gratified to feel her jump when my hand landed so firmly on her taut round buttock. Again and again, six quick strokes in succession, turning her pale and delicate flesh first pink and then a deeper shade of red. Soon Nicole was squirming and moaning, her body responding to the searing heat of punishment that rained down on her posterior.
‘Stand up now,’ I commanded, my breath coming hot and fast as I enjoyed my task of punishing Nicole’s backside.
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