Deep Blue

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Oh, I can do better than that,’ she assured him as she rose. ‘I’ll suck you, or you can even put your little man in me. I’m very wet.’

  ‘I know, you’ve left a patch on the bed.’

  Thomazina giggled and reached for his cock. It felt rubbery in her hand, heavy too, and it was already beginning to stiffen.

  ‘We’d better be quick,’ he breathed. ‘That fellow Hobbers is waiting downstairs.’

  ‘Never mind old Mr Hobbers. I want to suck you. I want to rub while you’re in me.’

  ‘You’re a dirty one and no mistake.’

  He finished with a grunt. Thomazina had knelt, taking his cock in her mouth. It was growing, swelling with blood. The taste of male and tattoo ink was strong in her mouth. Her tattoo was throbbing, keeping her firmly on heat and reminding her of how she was marked. Sucking eagerly, she put her hand between her thighs and began to knead, feeling the soft flesh of her sex and the wet, open centre. Pardue settled back, against the edge of the bed.

  ‘Rub it in your tits, love,’ he groaned. ‘I love that.’

  Thomazina complied, rising to fold his now stiff penis in the fleshy valley between her breasts. He began to push, making short jerking motions, his cock head emerging and disappearing between the fat pillows of her chest with each push. His front was rubbing her nipples, making her giggle with pleasure as he went faster, faster still and then grunted as he ejaculated, full in her face. She gasped in shock as the unexpected eruption splashed in her mouth and across her chin. He had caught one eye, shutting it, and her nose, from which a long piece of sperm was dangling. There was more on her breasts, smeared in the groove he had been fucking and spattered over their upper surfaces.

  ‘Mr Pardue!’ she exclaimed as his cock slid back from her slimy cleavage.

  ‘Sorry, love, couldn’t hold myself,’ he answered.

  ‘I wanted to come,’ she protested. ‘Help me come, please.’

  ‘Sorry, love, no time for that nonsense,’ he went on.

  ‘Besides, who’s paying who here?’

  He chuckled and she sat back, doing her best to look angry. For a moment she considered masturbating anyway, and then she thought of Mr Hobbers.

  Mr Hobbers sat stiff in his chair, his cock a rigid bar within his trousers. It had been bad enough knowing that Pardue had his hands on Tammy’s naked bottom, but the giggles and groans that had followed the end of the tattooing session could mean only one thing: Tammy had paid him with sex.

  Evidently she was genuinely not his granddaughter, or at least he hoped not, but the puzzle had been pushed from his mind by his overwhelming desire for her. Now, as a door slammed upstairs and he heard her giggling thank you, his determination became stronger than ever.

  ‘Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Hobbers,’ Pardue announced as he returned to the room. ‘I’ll just show the young lady out and we’ll get back to business.’

  ‘As it happens I must be going myself,’ Hobbers answered quickly. ‘I really had forgotten the time. The models are splendid, simply splendid. I shall take both if I may. Perhaps if I bring the picture round next week?’

  ‘That would be fine…’

  ‘Perfect, perfect. Now I must be getting along.’

  He rose, offering his hand to Pardue. They shook and left the room, finding Tammy standing in the hallway, gazing at a picture, her mouth drawn down in a sad bow. For a moment the light caught the edge of her eye, and Mr Hobbers saw that the rim was heavy with tears. He felt a trace of guilt, realising her response was probably due to being made to suck Mr Pardue’s penis, which he was sure was what had happened. Then she had turned and was once more all smiles.

  ‘That’s another old one,’ Pardue remarked. ‘Eighteen fifty, or thereabouts. The youngest is Jane Pardue, the ancestor I mentioned earlier, when she was a little girl. The others are her sisters, Emily and Thomazina.’

  Hobbers looked at the picture, a sketch of three young girls in pinafores seated on a bench beside a wall. All were buxom, the eldest especially, her ripe curves obvious even in the loose dress and a picture that had never been intended as erotic. He glanced at Tammy, who gave a nervous smile, then back.

  ‘My, you do look like little Thomazina,’ Pardue remarked.

  ‘I thought your face was familiar. You a Tawmouth girl?’

  ‘Newton Abbot,’ Thomazina answered quickly. ‘Yes, she is a little like me. Perhaps we’re related.’

  She smiled and moved to the door, opening it to flood the hall with daylight. Again Hobbers looked at the picture, then back at Tammy. The resemblance was striking, only one feature spoiling it. Thomazina Keeley had a mass of tawny curls spilling out from under her bonnet, totally unlike Tammy’s straight, jet-black hair.

  ‘Must be going, then,’ he said quickly, following Tammy to the door.

  It closed behind them and he took her arm, determined not to let the chance slip away.

  ‘I think we ought to pay a visit to my shop, don’t you?’ he began, steering her towards his car.

  ‘Your shop?’ she answered, in obvious shock. ‘No, no, I really couldn’t. Look…’

  ‘Ah, but you should,’ he went on. ‘You see, I know everything.’

  ‘How do you mean, Mr Hobbers?’

  ‘And you needn’t put on the little-lady act either. I know you’re not simple. I know everything, about the gravestone, everything.’

  ‘The gravestone?’

  ‘Thomazina Keeley’s gravestone, the one you took your name from for your little thieving spate.’

  ‘I really don’t know —’

  ‘Come on, you needn’t play coy with me. I’ve been to Abbotscombe and seen the stone. Remember the little story you told me about how you and your sisters used to be spanked? Your sisters Emily and Jane. Only they’re not your sisters, are they? They were Thomazina Keeley’s sisters. You’re a thief, young lady, along with your little friend who stole the clothes, and I know what to do with little thieves, especially dirty little thieves.’

  ‘No, no, Mr Hobbers, please not the police. Wasn’t I nice to you?’

  ‘Yes, you were, and if you were nice to me again we might forget the whole matter.’

  ‘But of course! Dear Mr Hobbers, you only had to ask! I don’t mind at all. I suspect you heard what I did for old Mr Pardue.’

  ‘Well, yes…’

  ‘Then I shall do the same for you, and more. Oh, you are a silly, thinking I’d mind!’

  ‘Don’t you?’

  ‘Not at all. I understand how you feel. It must be awfully lonely. Not in your shop, though: I might be seen. I’ll tell you what: I have to get up to Aldon Hill, but if you drive me around the estuary I’ll do whatever you like, anything at all.’

  ‘What you actually need is a good, firm spanking,’ Hobbers answered, trying to reassert his control.

  Tammy answered with a giggle. With his heart hammering in his chest, Hobbers opened the car door for her. She got in, her face set in a happy, mischievous smile. He would have preferred her to look a little more worried, perhaps contrite, sullen or miserable, the expressions the girls always wore in the spanking magazines. Still, a few hard swats on her naked bottom were bound to wipe the smile off her face.

  He drove as fast as he dared, up the estuary and across the Taw on the bypass, turning on to the Abbotscombe road and then into a side lane. He knew exactly where he was going: Rocombe Woods, a shallow, tree-grown valley that led down towards the cliffs beyond Aldon Hill. He had walked there often, a favourite fantasy being to catch some young girl there and trick her into taking a smacked bottom. Now it was real, and the girl beside him was as lovely as the finest creature of his fantasies, also in thrall to him, expecting a just punishment, a punishment he intended to make the most of.

  ‘So why pick Thomazina Keeley?’ he asked as he drew the car to a halt. ‘Are you a descendant of hers?’

  ‘In a way.’

  ‘I thought so. You’ve been very bad, you know, pretending to be someone else and steal
ing things, not to mention selling me that coin. I am going to have to punish you properly, you know, this won’t be just a play-spanking.’

  ‘Oh, dear. Well I suppose if you must.’

  ‘I must. Now come on, a little way into the woods and we’ll be quite safe. If you are related to Thomazina Keeley, you must be related to old Pardue as well. Didn’t you know?’

  ‘No, but I do look like her, don’t I?’

  ‘Yes, but then so do plenty of other well-built Devon girls.’

  She didn’t answer, but nodded, then gave him a look that might have been doubt, even fear. There had been a mocking quality to her conversation, as if she was unable to take her coming punishment seriously. It was an attitude he had read about, the girl due for punishment trying to make light of it, then becoming more fearful as she realised she was not going to get off.

  They had reached an area of broken ground, the tangled, earth-clogged roots of a fallen tree blocking off the view of the road. A smaller tree had come down with it, providing the perfect seat, a place where he had picnicked before, often imagining how good it was for the purposes of taking an errant girl across his knee. Tammy, barefoot, had been picking her way carefully and now stopped, looking at him as he sat down, her hands crossed in her lap.

  ‘Well then, my dear, I think it’s time for your spanking,’ he announced and patted his knees.

  She gave the tiniest of grimaces and came forward, bending across his legs and resting her weight on her hands and feet. As she moved the tiny bikini pants pulled into her crease, displaying yet more of her generous bottom. She looked back, her big green eyes showing through a cloud of fallen hair.

  ‘Don’t be too rough, please, Mr Hobbers,’ she said softly. ‘My tattoo’s a little sore.’

  ‘I dare say it is,’ he answered. ‘Beats me why you’d want an octopus tattooed on your behind anyway, or anything else. It ruins a girl’s innocence.’

  ‘It’s a private thing.’

  ‘Just wilfulness, I suspect, when all is said and done. In any case I think it warrants a few extra slaps, if not on the actual area.’

  ‘Do it, then, I don’t care.’

  ‘You will, my dear, you will. Now, let’s have these silly little bikini pants down, shall we? It’s not as if they cover much, anyway.’

  She gave an odd sound as he took hold of her bikini pants, halfway between a sigh and a groan, expressing shame, he hoped, but possibly simple resignation. It was impossible to resist a grin as he peeled the scrap of material away from her bottom. She was truly glorious, her buttocks big and firm — meaty hemispheres, one on either side of a deep cleft. Cocking his leg up and tightening his grip on her arm, he forced her to lift it, spreading the cheeks to expose the tight dimple of her anus and the lips of her sex. She was wet, her vagina a moist oval of pink with beads of white fluid at the mouth.

  He took her firmly around the waist, lifted his hand, waited one delightful moment and then brought it down hard on her bottom. She squealed and her big cheeks parted and bounced, only to bounce again to a second smack. Again she squealed and he set to work, grinning as he spanked her, his eyes feasting on her wobbling bottom, listening to her cries in delight. She began to kick, losing control of her legs, then to pant in between her squeals and grunts. Each slap had left a print on the pale skin of her bottom, a pink flush that spread quickly as he beat her, slapping and slapping to the sound of her cries. She was writhing in his grip, really kicking, obviously taken by surprise at the force of her punishment. His hand stung, but he kept on, fully aware that he might well never again have the chance to spank a girl, never mind such a beauty, and bare as well.

  With her bottom a ball of glowing red she began to cry, choking sobs and then a full-blown bawling interrupted only by her squeaks of pain as each slap landed. He had found a rhythm, making her fat buttocks bounce in time to his slaps, parting to show her anus and fanny then closing, only to spread once more. Her kicking legs were wide, her fists beating on the ground, leaving her full weight on his lap, but he kept on, spanking and spanking, slapping each fat, rosy cheek until at last the stinging pain in his hand became too much and he was forced to stop.

  He was panting, exhausted. His cock was pressed to her flesh, rock hard through his trousers. She made no objection, nor any attempt to get up, lying limp and beaten across his lap, just as he had always imagined a punished girl should. Her compliance seemed absolute, and he wondered if he might not push his advantage further. Already he anticipated having his cock sucked, or tossed off at the least, but it seemed more than likely that now she was beaten she may be persuaded to go further still. Besides, she had said he could do anything, even if she may not have understood the full implications of her offer.

  She was sobbing and breathing hard, while a trickle of juice was running from the open hole of her fanny. Her inner thighs were wet, too, smeared with the juice that had come out during her punishment. Hobbers reached out a finger, touching her thigh, the lips of her sex, then sliding into the tight embrace of her hole. She did nothing to prevent the violation, only giving another, louder sob. Encouraged, he cocked his legs higher to keep her in place and slid a hand beneath her chest, cupping one huge breast, then the other. She whimpered, but again made no effort to stop him. A quick tug had her bikini top up, her breasts spilling bare into his hands. Again she whimpered.

  ‘Right, my girl,’ he announced, now certain she would do as she was told. ‘You’ve had your punishment. Now it’s time I had a little fun with you.’

  As he let go she rose to stand, facing away and looking back over her shoulder as she rubbed her red bottom. She had been well spanked, both big cheeks glowing a rich pink, with reddened goosepimples crowning each one. If she had failed to look right before, this was no longer the case. Her face was set in an angry moue of resentment and contrition.

  ‘So what do you want now?’ she demanded. ‘I suppose I’m going to have to suck your little man.’

  ‘You are,’ he answered. ‘Come down on your knees and stick that bottom out so I can see.’

  Her grudging expression deepened as she knelt down among the leaf mould and twigs, but she made no objection. He freed his penis, which was so stiff it hurt, a condition he could not remember experiencing since his teenage years. She came forward, her beautiful mouth opening, her big, green eyes turning up to meet his gaze, and then it was in her mouth, his penis, stuck in a pretty girl’s mouth, a girl whom he had spanked and whose naked, reddened bottom was in plain view.

  It would have been easy to come, so easy, jerking his cock when the pleasure became too much and spraying his come over her beautiful, sulky face. Yet it would have been a waste. He had spanked her, now he was going to fuck her. Fighting down the urge to just let her suck, he took her gently by the ears and pulled her head back, leaving his penis glistening with her saliva in the broken sunlight.

  ‘I’m going to have you, my girl,’ he managed. ‘Properly. And I’ll have no nonsense.’

  ‘Shall I bend?’ she asked softly.

  ‘No,’ he answered. ‘I’m not a young man any more. I will lie down and you must climb on top.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ she answered and shuffled back to let him rise.

  He went down, glorying in the power he had over her and her absolute obedience. Lying back, he wished for a moment that he had the strength to take her kneeling, with her big bottom stuck high as she had offered, yet he knew he would never have managed to summon the energy to reach orgasm in so energetic a position. Tammy made no comment, but watched as he held his cock up for her to sit on.

  ‘Turn around,’ he ordered. ‘I want to see that fine red bottom I’ve given you. And you’re to do the work.’

  Tammy turned and he watched, unable to take his eyes away as she lowered her huge, reddened bottom on to his crotch. The tip of his penis touched her hole and disappeared inside, followed by the length of his shaft until her buttocks settled on his legs, still spread wide to show her anus and the taut pink ring o
f her vagina where it engulfed his cock.

  She began to move, slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm, until she was bouncing on his cock with her big breasts slapping together and her buttocks wobbling in time to her motion. He let her do it, his eyes feasting on her plump, firm young body, drinking in the way her flesh moved and the sight of his cock sliding in her vagina. She had leaned forward a little, making her anus a dark, prominent hole between her big, red cheeks, wet with sweat and her own juice. He groaned, thinking of how many pictures of spanked girls with their buttocks spread he had seen and how often he had imagined pushing his cock into the tight rosebuds of their bottom holes. It was the last trick he played in his fantasies, the dirtiest, the most satisfying, to trick a spanked girl into accepting buggery.

  ‘Wouldn’t do to give you a baby,’ he grunted. ‘Which is what’s going to happen if you keep that up. Lift up and I’ll show you a trick I bet your boyfriends don’t know.’

  Tammy lifted her bottom obediently, letting his cock slip free, white and slimy with her juice. He took it, rubbing the tip in the mush of her sex, bumping the head on her clitoris. Sure enough, she sighed and wiggled on to him, arching her back and taking a breast in either hand.

  ‘Oh, Mr Hobbers, that is nice,’ she said. ‘Oh, do go on.’

  He chuckled, changing the motion of his hand to rub from her clitoris to her vagina, then further, smearing her own lubrication on to her anus. As his cock head touched the tiny hole he expected an objection, but she gave none, continuing to moan and play with her breasts. He carried on, prepared to use threats if needed, as he was sure they would be when the time came to penetrate her undoubtedly virgin anus.

  It was wet, a slimy brown ring, pink in the centre, open enough perhaps to be buggered. He went on rubbing, listening to her ever more aroused sounds, then, when she had begun to pant, he pressed his cock to her ring. She groaned, a sound of pleasure but also despair, and he found himself grinning from ear to ear as he watched the head of his penis press into her anal opening.