by Ronda DeMure
“Yes, Uncle Don,” Becky gasped into the pillow, clutching it tightly to override her instincts as she felt a digit deliberately circle and then invade her butt. She exhaled and sank into the pillow, her hole quickly relaxing and accepting the slow in and out of what must have been Uncle Don’s thumb. She was his to do with what he wished so, if he wanted to do this to her, then it was okay. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not but that didn’t matter.
“There’s a good girl.”
She liked hearing that.
“And here’s your good girl reward.”
Four fingers were once again inside her with his thumb was still up her butt. Uncle slowly clenched while Becky tried to push up and arch her back, but his free hand between her shoulders held her down and all she could do was scream out repeated orgasms while his fingers played inside her. She came five times before her energy was depleted and then laid compliantly across her uncle’s lap, panting.
“In this position, I have complete control over you.” Uncle’s voice had no point of origin, it was simply there. “I shall demonstrate. You will cum for me on the count of three.”
She felt his fingers tighten as he counted out, “One, two,” then a slight movement in conjunction with, “Three,” took her once again over the top.
“Now I want you to try to resist,” Uncle said calmly. “Try to control it, try not to cum when I order you to.”
Becky gasped, tried to clear her mind and squeezed the hand that was so liberally using her with every muscle she could summon but, no matter what, she had no ability to prevent it and she came precisely when he commanded.
“You see,” there was delight in his voice. “You have no control.”
“Please,” she whispered though irregular breaths. “Please, no more.”
“No?” Uncle Don teased, but slowly removed his fist and caressed her crimson bottom, transferring the wetness from his hand to her, then rolled her over onto his lap and cuddled her.
“Did you like that?”
“It was incredible,” she murmured, her body snuggling into him. “I never knew that was even possible.” She had no thoughts of her own and basked in the sensation of simply being there in that moment. Her lack of control, his dominating her body to do as he wished, had so physically overwhelmed her that she was content to remain on his lap until her instructed her otherwise.
“You take well to spanking and being forced to orgasm.” Uncle was nuzzling into her hair as he spoke softly.
“Whatever you want,” she whispered back.
“Good girl.” The praise in his voice conveyed his delight that Becky was beginning to understand her submissive role. “Now I’m going to strip you.”
Uncle Don placed his hands around her bare waist and slid them up the sides of her torso, pushing her blouse upwards. She instinctively raised her arms and he pushed the blouse up and off her without unfastening the buttons. He hands fell naturally back across her breasts, but she instantly moved them down and to her sides to give uncle an unobstructed view.
“Stand up,” he said, gently scooting her to her feet in front of him. He slid his hands up the sides of her legs, pushing her skirt up to once again admire her smoothness before unbuckling the waistband and letting the skirt fall to the floor. She stood proudly before him wearing nothing but shoes and socks, happily enjoying his clear pleasure with her body. He took her hands in his and rose in front of her. “Let’s see how you do with the second criterion for you to become my spankee.” He transferred her hands to his belt. “I want you to kneel for me.”
Don’s fingers gently toying with her hair was reassuring for Becky as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her eyes fixated on the eye level bulge in his black underwear as his trousers disappeared. She gingerly stroked it with two fingers from her right hand, it was firm and warm. Her whole hand then moved to caress him, her excitement overwhelming her anticipated trepidation of this moment. Her left hand joined in and she looked up for permission while massaging his balls and rigidity through the thin black cotton. Uncle nodded, perhaps he whispered for her to proceed but she wasn’t sure. Regardless, she eagerly slid his underwear down and out of the way.
Becky had never seen an uncircumcised cock before but from what she read she knew that intact foreskin meant that the head of his penis was more sensitive than that of other men; if she performed correctly he would experience more pleasure from her than another man might. Doing so was no longer a means in order for him to continue to spank her; she wanted to give him that pleasure. Her left hand cradling the base of the shaft, she slid the foreskin back with her right while simultaneously opening her mouth and leaning forward to taste uncle’s glistening purple bulb. It was not unpleasant. She pushed her tongue beneath it and sucked the first inch into her mouth while she closed her lips around it. She had been worried about not doing this correctly, it was important that Uncle Don be pleased with her, but when her eyes looked up at his and she was rewarded with his gaze of approval she relaxed and focused solely on being the best Becky she could be. Her tongue caressed the head of his cock while she began to gently rock her entire body back and forth, each time taking a little more of him into her mouth. With half of it now in and approaching the back of her tongue she remembered the popsicle analogy from that most instructive website she had found only days before and immediately began to suck. Uncle Don’s cock took up more of her mouth and, afraid she might gag, she turned her head slightly so it would push up against the inside of her right cheek. Hands in her hair immediately corrected her faux pas. She was to be obliged to take him straight back. Her left hand cradling uncle’s balls, she tightly enveloped the lower half of his shaft with her right and began to slide up and down while vigorously sucking. Her lips were pounding into her hand, a perfect barrier against a gag reflex. She felt trembling inside her mouth and a sudden fear made her want to pull away but Uncle Don’s fingers entwined in her hair thankfully saved her from her instincts. He suddenly froze and the trembling in his cock gave way to a series of twitches and jerks as the hot semen flooded across the back of her tongue. She looked up at her uncle’s face and, encouraged by the obvious ecstasy she was providing him, began rocking her head back and forth again while sliding her right hand away so she could take him in deeper. Becky’s prior fears and inhibitions had disappeared and she eagerly swallowed the cum in her mouth, continuing to suck and rock until Uncle Don’s hands released her hair and she heard his approving, “Good girl.”
“Did I do okay for you uncle?” Becky’s eyes looked up pleadingly. Had she successfully met the criteria he had given her? Would he be willing to her be his Becky on an ongoing basis?
Her pussy still sensitive to even the slightest tough, Rebecca nervously undressed for bed that night. She and Nick had both enjoyed a much more satisfying, albeit still vanilla, sex life these past few weeks with a frequency that had increased to almost every night; being spanked had caused her to become more responsive to Nick’s routine and, in return, he had been almost as affectionate with her as when they first met. Rebecca was in no way willing to upset this status quo. To ensure that Nick wouldn’t see any facial grimace, Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he slid into bed and initiated a deep kiss while he pawed at her. Still locked in embrace, Nick rolled on top of his wife but instead of the anticipated pain Rebecca experienced an altogether different feeling as his excited cock slid between her still engorged labia lips and pressed her tingling bottom against the bed. In an animal embrace she gasped and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing as hard as she was able to force him deep inside her. To that spot that existed beyond the reach of Don’s fingers. Bucking her hips in conjunction with her husband, Rebecca rediscovered the splendor of interactive sex, lost over so many years to the banality of married life. The resulting orgasm, simultaneous with Nick’s expressive explosion, was by all means satisfying but nowhere near the intensity of that afternoon. Still, it did feel good and Nick actually held her for a few mi
nutes afterwards and told her she was a wonderful wife before he rolled over and went to sleep.
“Wow!” Rebecca stared at the ceiling fan as she lay flat on the bed next to Nick’s slumbering frame in contented contemplation. She felt complete. Now that Don had agreed to weekly sessions with her, Rebecca would be able enjoy her perfect married life without frustration and continue to be a better wife for Nick; all without having to cuckold him.
As Becky, she could experience the pleasures not afforded by married life at the hands of a gentleman who appeared to completely understand her, perhaps more than she understood herself. She completely trusted him. Don had awoken her submissive nature and, provided she continued to be a good girl for her uncle, he promised to help her to explore it more. She was so lucky to know such a generous man.
Rebecca pulled the blanket to her chin and snuggled into it as she rolled onto her left side, her semi sleepy mind remembering her perfect day as her eyes fluttered closed; the day she embarked on her journey to truly become spankee.
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