Private Lessons

by Chelsea Dorsette

  By the way Dennie was returning his fervor, he could feel the weight and the strain the past four months had been on her. He ached to do everything he could to make her feel safe again. Cradling her head in his hands, he continued to make love to her mouth as his hand slowly dipped down to caress her breasts, softly and lovingly. He instinctively knew that tonight she wanted, needed, to be made love to. Not fucked. That would be fun for another time. Tonight he wanted to please her so desperately that he watched her every expression, felt her every move, and listened to her breathing and her moans. She was so vulnerable beneath him and his heart tugged at her openness to be this way with him, to trust him, to shed every ounce of defense and give herself totally to him.

  As he continued to gently kiss her lips and her neck, he lightly massaged her shoulders and breasts. He could feel her relax more and more as she arched her head back in response to his kisses to her neck. He could feel her body start to move beneath him and knew she was getting aroused by his touch. Moving his hand slowly from her breasts, he glided it down her stomach and took his time rubbing her soft flesh while never letting his lips leave her skin. As hard and aroused as he was, he was not going to give into his needs, but rather put his focus entirely on her.

  Letting his hand explore lower down her body a bit further, he ran his fingers over her bare mound, teasing her with the promise of what was going to follow. Feeling her body heat rise, he released his lips from hers and slowly moved his body down until his lips reached where his fingers were. Instantly she spread her legs, welcoming him to explore her most sensitive area with his lips and tongue. Reaching between her thighs, he guided his thumbs to her thick outer lips and parted them so he could reach every fold and crease of her womanhood. Her light scent was intoxicating and he could see how moist she was already from her arousal. Looking up briefly, he gave her a sexy wink before lowering his head between her legs.

  The sensation of what Dustin was doing so expertly had her so packed with emotion that a tear fell across her cheek. This was the man she loved, making love to her so unselfishly and so completely that her emotions briefly took hold of her. She knew that the tear and sudden emotion was not because of sadness, but rather of the intense joy of her lover and friend coming back to her and re-awakening her body like no man had ever done before him.

  Running her fingers through his hair as he took his time massaging her inner most private area with his lips and tongue, she whispered, “I love you, Dustin. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

  In that very moment, Dustin knew that as long as he could help it, he would never leave her…ever. Wanting now desperately to let her know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was hers forever, he moved back up her body, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and right before he brought his lips back down on hers and entered her sweetly and slowly he said, “You are my love and my life. I will protect and love you forever.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  As Dennie looked around her living room, she was more than satisfied with how the party preparations looked and she was especially happy with how the food she had prepared looked on the dining room table. Dustin’s parents were on their way from Denver, Rick had flown back from New York, and their friends from both her practice and Dustin’s job had been invited to reunite with him now that his memory was back. It had been four bleak months for everyone who cared for him, and when Sharon suggested throwing a party to welcome him back, Dennie had jumped at the idea. When she discussed it with Dustin, he was incredibly pleased. Even though it seemed to him like it was just yesterday when he saw everybody, Dennie had been very specific over the past couple of weeks explaining the grief, emptiness, and helplessness everyone felt during the months when he had amnesia. He now understood completely that the party was going to be a healing event for his friends and family as well as a celebration for his healthy return from the accident.

  Just as she finished putting the flower centerpiece on the dining room table, the doorbell rang, and over the next fifteen minutes, Dennie welcomed their guests as they piled in. When Dustin’s parents arrived, she threw her arms around them both and shed a few tears of happiness at seeing them again under much happier circumstances.

  They had been such a strong support system for her over those horrible summer months, even though she knew they were hurting every bit as much. She had grown to love them as much as she loved their son, and seeing them in good spirits warmed her heart. As everyone stood talking happily, someone yelled out, “He’s here!” announcing Dustin and Rick’s arrival. As all eyes fell to the front door waiting for him to walk in, there were wide smiles on everyone’s faces.

  When Dustin came through the door and heard everyone start to clap, he couldn’t resist joking with them. Putting a very confused expression on his face, he slowly looked around the room and when the clapping stopped, he used his most serious sounding voice and said feigning confusion, “I’m sorry, but do I know all of you?”

  Immediately everyone froze thinking he had suddenly regressed back into the amnesia. They looked horrified.

  Rick knew exactly what Dustin was doing and he could barely keep a straight face. Wanting to join in on the game with his best friend, he pretended to be scared, and looking seriously at Dustin, he said, “Hey buddy, it’s us. Remember? These are all your friends!”

  Trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, Dustin gave Rick a long bewildered look and finally said with barely contained amusement, “How the hell could I ever forget an ugly mug like yours?” Immediately Dustin and Rick broke out laughing. Understanding that the two men had just played a joke on them, everyone at the party started laughing and breathed a collective sigh of relief that it was just a joke. However, for the next half hour as Dustin talked and greeted his guests, he did get a good natured ribbing about what a mean joke it was.

  When Dustin was playing his joke on everyone, Dennie knew immediately what he was doing because he had called her ten minutes prior to tell her that he and Rick were running a few minutes late, but she could feel the discomfort of the guests as an undercurrent of anxiety permeated the room in those few moments. Seeing Dustin and Rick talking together on the other side of the room, Dennie walked over to them purposefully. When they both stopped talking and looked at her, she said in a quiet, scolding whisper, “I hope you two had fun with your little joke earlier. Because when this party is over, you are both going to have to answer to me about that little stunt. You both deserve to be punished for your naughty behavior, if you understand my meaning.”

  As Dennie turned around with a satisfied smile on her face, Dustin and Rick’s jaws dropped. Looking at Dustin, Rick asked, “Did she mean what I think she meant?”

  Nodding his head with amused pride in his sexy little vixen, Dustin replied, “Why I do believe she has something up her sleeve, and we are the lucky targets of her wrath! I guess we’ll just have to see what she has in mind later.” Giving his friend a conspiratorial wink, Dustin moved on to talk with his parents, feeling a raging hard on between his legs.

  ***

  Dennie was thrilled that the party was a huge success. All of the food and most of the beer and wine had been consumed, and by midnight, when the last of the guests left, she was feeling great that everyone stayed late and had a good time. Dustin’s parents were staying the night at his townhouse, and as they confirmed brunch plans for the next morning, his parents said goodnight.

  The minute the door shut, Dennie wasted no time dealing with the two men. Standing with her hands on her hips and looking sternly at them, she explained, “You two were very childish to tease our friends that way. I hope you enjoyed yourselves at everyone else’s expense.”

  Seeing Dustin start to open his mouth, Dennie held up her hand to silence him. “You were the ring leader. Therefore I’m going to start with you.” Looking over at Rick, she continued in a lecturing tone that she knew the boys found amusing and were not scared of one damn bit. “And you,” Dennie said, emphasizing the word ‘
you’ by pointing her same scolding finger at him. “You just had to jump in, keeping my friends worried even longer. When I’m done with the instigator here, you will be next.”

  At this juncture, the two men just looked at each other helplessly, and seeing that Dennie had something in mind and wanted to be in charge, they fell in line with her game and lowered their heads like misbehaving children being yelled at. As Dennie looked back at Dustin, she said, “I’m going into the kitchen for a moment. When I come back, I want all of your clothes off.”

  As the men watched her stomp out of the room, they couldn’t help but grin at each other. Giving Dustin a big wink, Rick chuckled and said, “You heard the lady, my friend. And you better be quick about it unless you want to incur more of her wrath! As he watched his friend quickly remove his clothes, Rick kept glancing over to the kitchen door, wondering what Dennie was doing in there. A few moments later, he saw her return to the living room holding an apron in one hand and a large black plastic spatula in the other.

  Looking satisfied that Dustin had done as she instructed, she walked up to Rick. “Now it’s your turn. Strip, put on this apron, and start taking the dishes into the kitchen. I’ll get to you later.” Dennie was having the time of her life watching the expressions on the men, knowing they had no idea what she was up to. It took every ounce of actress in her to keep the dominatrix persona without bursting out laughing. Satisfied that Rick was complying with her command, she turned to Dustin. Thoughtfully tapping the spatula on the inside of her hand, she said, “I think someone needs a good bare bottom spanking for his earlier misdeeds, don’t you?”

  When Rick heard this, he looked over his shoulder to see his best friend rock hard, and he could feel his cock responding to what he was sure was about to unfold. He slowly picked up dishes, not wanting to miss a minute of what was about to transpire, so instead of taking the dirty dishware into the kitchen a couple at a time, he slowly stacked them so he could have a ring side view. Rick had never seen a man get spanked before and he was riveted.

  He recalled the last time the three of them had been together. Dennie was the one being spanked by him, with Dustin’s belt.

  Keeping his eyes on the two of them the best he could while trying to look busy with the dishes, he heard Dennie say without waiting for Dustin’s reply to her question, “Yes. There is no question in my mind that bad boys need to be punished. I want you to bend over the back of the couch—now.” Rick was so turned on watching the scenario unfold that he could feel a huge bulge under the tiny apron Dennie had him wearing. Rick knew Dustin was loving every minute of this, and he wondered if this was the first time a woman swapped roles with him and played the dominant one. He would have to remember to ask his friend later, but for the moment, he was going to enjoy every moment of seeing his over six foot tall strapping friend being dominated by this feminine green-eyed beauty.

  As Dustin draped himself over the couch with his bare ass up ended toward her, Dennie wasted no time and proceeded to land the spatula on his ass over and over again, mumbling about the error of his ways. Just watching the scene had Rick so stiff that he wondered if he was going to come right there watching it. He could see his friend’s ass getting red, but he knew it didn’t hurt. The sound of the plastic spatula cracking against skin was making him down right horny and aroused to the point that he almost dropped one of the dishes he was holding.

  Feeling satisfied that she had given her lover a good firm lesson to his ass, she said, as if to no one in particular, “There! I feel better now.”

  Tossing the spatula to the floor and giving Dustin permission to stand up, she turned suddenly and focused her attention on Rick. She thought he looked adorable in the apron and she could see very clearly that he was rock hard under it. She figured he’d be watching and she was actually surprised he’d gotten as much done on the table as he had.

  Walking over to him she ordered, “You’re next. Take off the apron and give it to Dustin. It’s his turn to put it on and finish the dishes.” Watching the men exchange the apron, she couldn’t help but smirk at making these two gorgeous men wear it while they were totally naked and doing her bidding. She was soaking wet from the arousal she felt spanking Dustin, and she could feel how hard her nipples were when her arm brushed against them.

  Dustin was so hot from being spanked and chastised, knowing Rick was getting it next was almost too much to bear. As he began picking up some dishes, he heard Dennie ask him, “Dustin, if I recall correctly, didn’t Rick use a belt on me last time?” Good God, Dustin thought. Is she really going to?

  Clearing his throat, he answered her in a casual, factual tone, “Why yes, my dear. I do believe our good friend here used my leather belt on your beautiful, sexy bottom. Would you care to return the favor?” Seeing her nod in affirmation, he went over to his pants that were lying on the floor, and just like he did almost a year ago, he pulled the belt out of the loops and handed it this time, to Dennie. As he walked back to the dining room table, he had no idea how he was going to be able to keep his erection, seeing the woman he loved spanking his best friend with a leather belt.

  As he pretended to shuffle some plates around, he heard Dennie say to Rick, “Since you did such a good job stacking up most of the dishes and clearing off most of the table, I think there’s plenty of room for you to bend over there.”

  Without another word, Dustin watched them both approach the table where he was standing and he knew Rick was really getting off on the scenario they were playing out. As Rick got into position leaning on his elbows on the table, Dustin saw Dennie fumbling a bit trying to fold the belt in the best way. Stepping toward her, he gently reached for it and said soothingly, “Allow me to show you the best way you can crack my friend’s ass with this.” After folding it just the right way, he handed it back to her, while she thanked him playfully for his services rendered.

  As many times as Dustin had encountered threesomes with Rick, this was by far the most erotic one he had experienced. He was pretty sure Rick had never been spanked by a woman either, especially not with a belt. He also knew this was Dennie’s first time ever doing this and the fact that all three of them were experiencing it for the first time together was intoxicating to Dustin. Not another moment passed before he saw and heard the crack of leather against skin, and he could see Rick move slightly. Over and over he watched Dennie slap the belt against Rick’s ass until he couldn’t hold out any more. Grabbing his cock from beneath the skimpy apron, he began stroking himself in earnest as he watched Rick’s ass start to turn a reddish hue from Dennie’s punishment. Every time leather met flesh, and with every stroke of his cock, he could hear both himself and Rick groaning. From his years of having sexual dalliances with Rick, he knew his friend was about to cum, just like he was. It only took a couple more spankings from Dennie, when he felt the rush and warmth of his release as he heard Rick do the same.

  Hearing the cries from the men, Dennie knew they had just both climaxed. It made her feel powerful and sexy. The fact that she could get two men so turned on at the same time was something she would never forget. Feeling satisfied and a bit smug, she left them to catch their breath and returned to the kitchen to get everyone something to drink. What Dennie didn’t count on was them following her into the kitchen only moments later. She could see intent looks on their faces and could feel the atmosphere suddenly change. Watching Dustin stealthfully approach her, he whispered, "You’ve had your fun, little lady. Now it’s our turn.”

  Taking the glass from her hand, he said in the dominant tone she knew all too well, “Undress, now.” As she watched both of the boys looking on, she felt her body react as she did what she was told. She knew the game had just suddenly switched, and her dominatrix role was being replaced by his dom role. Standing fully naked in the kitchen, she waited for his next order, like the good sub she had become from his tutelage.

  Reaching for the dish towel hanging from the refrigerator door, he instructed, “Turn around, and put your h
ands behind your back.”

  When she did, she could feel him tie her wrists together with the towel. The next thing she knew, she saw Dustin reach for another dish towel, fold it up, and then ever so gently tie it around her head, blindfolding her. She had no idea what they were planning, but her body was on fire with the anticipation.

  Lifting her up onto the counter, Dustin pushed her knees apart so her very private area was wide open and exposed. Listening intently, she heard Dustin say to Rick, “Guests first, by all means!”

  Not knowing where Rick was going to touch her or what he was going to do to her, her body went on instant alert. Dennie had never been blindfolded before, and although she was a little nervous, it was also exhilarating not knowing what was coming.

  When she finally felt fingers caressing the lips between her thighs, she knew that his mouth was going to be all over her very aroused clit in moments. As she felt Rick bury his head between her thighs, she felt Dustin start pinching her nipples and fondling her breasts. Dennie was overcome with a million amazing sensations as the two boys took their pleasure, pleasuring her. As she opened her legs even wider, her head fell back as Dustin started to gently bite her hard bullets. Crying out, all she could do was drown in the sensations.

  When Dustin’s lips moved from her breasts to her mouth to kiss her sensually and completely, she could feel a building ache between her legs as Rick’s lips and tongue teased and tormented her. She knew she was about to explode any moment. Not being able to touch either men with her hands was unbearable, but at the same time, it heightened the sensations of what they were doing to her mouth, breasts, and vagina. Not being able to hold out any more, her body gave one last final shudder and her scream echoed throughout the kitchen as her climax exploded like a raging volcano.