by Powerone
"OOOOW,” she yelled, the sharp pain of his hand on her tender ass shooting up her spine to her brain. She tried to move but Michael's hands on her hips held her tightly. She felt his hand rub her pained asscheeks, soothing it, getting it ready for another. “OOOOOWW,” another slap, this time to her left cheek, again his hand hitting with a resounding slap that shook her body. Hands held her tightly, pulling her ass higher up into the air.
"You have a long ways to go, now rise up again, that's a good girl; get your ass up in the air.” He held her when she tried to move and put her back into position. Spread you legs a little bit further apart,” his hands moving between her thighs, pushing out on both, spreading her open further. A quick two slap, his hand moving from one cheek to another, one loud gasp coming from Sarah's mouth as the spanking continued. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, feeling the heat that he had already produced from the spanks. He ran his fingers close to the edge of her panties, fingers teasing the crease, running up and down. He could see that her panties were already becoming wet. Another slap to her lower cheek on both sides, a new spot for pain, her panties only covering part of the territory, part of her naked flesh receiving the sharp slaps of his powerful hands. He watched as her ass moved seductively. He began again, two slaps, one to each side, then his hand rubbing her flesh, feeling the heat that the spanks were producing. Another two, gasps coming from her lips, her hips swaying to the hand beating on her ass cheeks. “Good girl, Sarah,” his hands rubbing lower, between her thighs. This time he gave each inner thigh a slap, first the right, then the left. This pushed her legs out further, almost sliding off the ottoman. He could see more red hair peeking out of her panties. His finger slid from the top of the crease of her ass, sliding down, his finger increasing the pressure, forcing her panties into the crease. Down further until he reached her pussy, his finger getting wet from her panties. “Are you getting wet from the spanking, Sarah?"
Sarah looked at Michael in the mirror, her face flushed. He knew, he had felt her wet pussy, knew that she was getting excited. She did not know if it was from being forced into this humiliating position or the spanking that was doing it, but she almost welcomed the next slap. “Please, sir,” her voice just above a whisper. “Please."
Michael pushed one hand under her abdomen, his hand spreading out, fingers pushed into her flesh. He pushed up with his hand, forcing her to rise up higher, her ass pushing out. Two more quick slaps to her cheeks quickly followed, his other hand holding her up for the punishment, open and spread for him as she trembled beneath him. His cock hardened from the gasps of pain coming from her lips, the tremors running through her body as he held her open. His hands ran over the flesh of her ass, so tight, young girls taunt ass cheeks. His fingers slid along the crease again, this time her cheeks not tightening up, giving him complete access to her most intimate region. “That's a good girl, Sarah, relax, let it happen,” his finger pushing in, pushing in her panties between her cheeks. He felt her jerk up as his finger touched her asshole, hidden from his view, but not by his finger. He slapped her inner thighs again, her legs almost doing a split, her panties pulling to the sides, exposing a portion of her exquisite ass. His finger returned to the crease of her ass, looking for her asshole again. He felt her tremble as he let it pause over her tiny asshole, rubbing her panties in tiny circles around the small dimple. “You like your asshole played with Sarah,” his finger pushing in, pushing her panties into her asshole. Her body tried to get away from the finger, but his other hand pushed against her, forcing her back up again, forcing her asshole onto the finger at its entrance. Michael slapped her ass again twice, this time slapping hard into the crease, hoping to hit her defenseless asshole.
Sarah felt his fingers and hands running over her ass cheeks, pushing into the crease of her ass. She let her cheeks relax, letting him have his way with her, allowing him to play with her asshole, afraid of what he may do, but also excited as it teased at the tiny hole. It pushed in harder, seeking entrance, her body jerking away from the finger, his hand forcing her back onto it. She saw his face in the mirror, he wouldn't allow her to resist. Two more slaps, her hips slowly moving left to right, his other hand guiding her, keeping her open for his pleasure. She felt the hand just miss her asshole, hitting to the sides of it, exciting her. What would it feel like if he hit her there, the thrill running through her body? She felt his hand reach down lower, to her crotch, his fingers grabbing her pussy, fat fingers tightening on her female sex, pushing in, gripping it as if it was a baseball.
Michael grabbed her pussy, pulling her backwards, opening up her sex to him. “Four more, two each time, this time to your pussy. Now open up and keep your legs spread open,” his hands pushing her thighs out again, her legs almost split open from the spread.
Sarah braced her body for the final spankings. She couldn't believe it when he said he was going to spank her pussy, but his positioning of her body left no doubts in her head. The last ones would be on her delicate pussy. She could feel her pussy dripping in expectation. She knew it was going to hurt, but she also knew that she would enjoy it at the same time. Was it the pain or the submission that she enjoyed? She felt the hand slap her pussy twice, the noise ringing out in the room before she even felt the pain. It seemed like hours until suddenly the pain shot from her sex up to her brain, her delicate pussy suffering the sharp slap of his hand directly on her spread pussy lips. She could feel her wet panties pushed into her sex. “OOOWWW, OOOhhhh, God, please, please,” her legs bowing out trying to relieve the burning pain between her legs.
Michael felt his hand hit her wet pussy, his fingers moistened from her wet sex. He let his fingers linger on her pussy, feeling her pussy lips twitching in pain between her soaked panties. Young ladies always thought that their sex was so delicate. Michael knew better, the female sex was built for punishment, fat puffy lips surrounding their pink insides. He loved to use a whip to push aside the fat lips and strike their insides, watching them get wet in response, willingly arching up again to allow him access to strike again. Soon, Sarah would find herself spread open, her arms holding her legs back and spread, giving him access to her sex for his whip. She would cry out in pain, but always she would allow herself to get back into position, spread and open, waiting for another. “Two more, Sarah, you are so wet, are you going to cum, cum from getting your pussy spanked?"
Sarah watched in the mirror; saw the lust in his eyes, his cock bulging out the front of his robe as he spanked her pussy. It felt like slow motion as his hands returned for the last two, his open hand slowly disappearing behind her ass from her sight, the sharp, burning pain as it slammed into her pussy, spreading apart her pussy lips by shear force, hitting her tender insides. “AAAAGGGHH,” she screamed, but remained in position, arched up high. She didn't want anymore.
Michael let his fingers run over her pussy, a fat finger pushing between her pussy lips, sliding her panties between them, running up and down. He felt her shudder, her hot pussy wet, waiting for more. Not now, he wasn't going to make her cum yet, soon but not yet. He liked her wet and ready for whatever he desired to inflict on her young body and he had so many that she would experience. “You were a good girl; you took your punishment well. I hope you have learned your lesson and you now know your position in this household. I hope I will not have any trouble in getting you to obey all my commands."
Sarah wanted to cum so bad. She also knew that she would have to submit to whatever Michael ordered her. And she knew she would, no matter what. She saw his reflection rise up in back of her, his hard cock pushing the front of his robe out.
"There is one more thing to take care of before bed, Sarah. You will no longer be needed for my bath each night, but you will take care of one other need before I retire each night. Now get up and come over here. I have something new to teach you tonight. Something you will do that will please me very much. You do want to please me, don't you Sarah?"
Michael moved over the chair, watching as Sarah got up from t
he ottoman. She looked so sexy, a slight glean coming from her skin, perspiration from being bent over and spanked. Her limbs moved slowly after a long time in a bent over and spread position, small gasps coming from her lips as her panties rubbed harshly over her spanked ass cheeks. She was still clad in her camisole, panties, garter belt, stockings and still perched high onto the high heels. Michael moved the ottoman out of the way and took a small pillow and placed it on the floor in front of him. “Come here, Sarah,” his finger urging her over. “Kneel down on the pillow in front of me, yes, that's a good girl,” his hands on her shoulders urging her lower to the floor.
She was now kneeling in front of him, trembling in fear. She wasn't sure what would be required of her, be she was sure that it included servicing his cock. She wasn't sure whether he would require her to use her mouth or hand, neither of which she had ever done before. His foot moved between her legs, pushing out on her thighs, again urging her to spread her legs for him again.
"Spread your knees farther apart, I like you with your thighs spread so nicely, Sarah. That's good,” his foot running up her thighs, pushing into her spread pussy. “Your still wet, aren't you Sarah, it is now time to service me. I am going to teach you how to masturbate my cock. I will expect you to learn this and perform it every night. Do a good job and you will be rewarded, due a bad job and it will be more spankings for you.” He sat forward a bit and pulled his robe open, his hard cock springing out, Sarah startled by its sudden appearance.
Sarah was face to face with over eight inches of adult male cock. It sprang out of his robe so quickly that she was startled. She had heard about cocks before, but had not expected it to be that big. It had a large crown on it, a dark red, a small hole in the tip, already leaking, glistening in the light.
"Your hands, Sarah, let me have your hands,” talking to her but her eyes was mesmerized by his cock, words not sinking into her brain yet. He moved his hands to her face, lifting her chin up. “Give me your hands, Sarah; you will have a chance to touch it now.” He saw her blink and her hands moved up to his. “Run one hand up and down the whole length of it, slowly, keeping your hand open. Yes, that is good, hmmmm, such soft hands, Sarah. Yes, all the way down, now back up again, now back down and leave that hand there, gripping the base of my cock. Now rub the palm of your other hand up slowly, very slowly, stroke my cock with the palm of your hand, yes, that's good. Rub it all the way up. Yes, now grip the crown of my cock with your fingers. Tighter now, now move it up and down, rubbing it over the crown. Now a finger over my piss slit, yes, back and forth. Can you feel my cum? Yes, spread it around the head of my cock. You are getting it wet. Now open your lovely mouth and breathe on the head of my cock. Oh, God, yes, that hot breath feels good, Sarah. Have you masturbated a cock before? No, you do it so well. You sure do this naturally; you do it as if you have been doing it for a long time.
Sarah felt her hand pulled towards his cock, her hand jumping as it touched the hot flesh. She thought it would be harder then it was. It was still soft, hot flesh. She listened to his instructions, running her hand up and down his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand as she ran fingers over the huge crown. She felt his hot cum leaking from the head of it, her fingers spreading it over the crown. She moved closer and blew on his cock as instructed, watching it jerk up and down from her hot breath. “No, I have never done this before, Sir,” she answered, when asked if she had ever masturbated a cock before. “Am I doing it right?” She felt Michael grab her other hand and move it down to his balls, forcing her to hold them. It felt strange, two balls rolling around loosely in his sack. She tightened my grip on them, hearing Michael groan.
"Easy, Sarah, easy on my balls. They have a nice load of cum for you but you have to tease them slowly.” He leaned back in the chair as he watched Sarah continue to stroke his cock. She was a fast learner, her hand moving up and down the length of it, rubbing her thumb over the his piss slit as she moved to the head, her fingernail rubbing along the edge of the crown, teasing him. “Your hands are great, Sarah, you sure know how to do a cock."
Sarah was getting wet again, the feeling of power she had as she stroked his cock. When she slowed down, his hips would move forward, pushing his cock in her hands, wanting more. When she squeezed his balls, she would squeeze harder, watching his ass rise from the chair, gasps coming from his lips. She had never done this before, but she was good and Michael continued to tell her, complimenting her, encouraging her.
"HHHMMM, yeeahhh, that feels sooo good, Sarah, that's it stroke it faster, yeeh. I'm going to cum Sarah. When I do, I want you to aim my cock at you. I want to cum all over you. Do you understand, Sarah?"
Sarah had heard from the other girls at the orphanage about how a cock would shoot out its hot cum. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. It had shot out some already, but it just leaked out the tip. Is that all that would happen? It would be hard for it to cum on her if that was all it did. “Yes, Sir,” her hand bended his cock back towards her, realizing that it didn't bend so easily. It forced Michael to sit up in the chair, moving closer to her, his cock aim now at her breasts. Sarah moved her hand faster, hearing Michael panting. She felt his hot cock becoming bigger and harder, her fingers running over the head, her other hand gently squeezing his balls, trying to make him cum.
"GGGGGOOODD, you bitch, you're making me cuuuummmm,” his body jerking forward. Michael could feel his cum pulled from his balls by her massaging hand on his balls, pulled forward by her masturbating hand until he felt it shoot out the head. “AAAAAHHH,” his first load of cum shooting out and spraying Sarah on her camisole, her face having a startled look as the hot cum hit her.
Sarah was surprised as his first load of cum shot out. It shot out further then she expected, hitting her with the hot load. Her hand continued to pump his cock, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. The next load shot out again, some hitting her hand as it rubbed over the head. It made it slippery, her hand now moving faster and faster up and down his cock. Another squeeze, another load, this one shooting out over her fist, not as much power behind it, soaking her hand with hot cum. Faster she went, hoping to get him to shoot again, not disappointed when he arched up one last time, hot cum leaking from the head, running down over the crown of his cock onto her masturbating hand.
"GGGGoddddd, you know how to make me cum, AAAHHH,” shooting his hot cum all over her. “Bitch, fuck yes, jerk me off, AAAGGHH,” another load of cum running over her hand, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. He finally slumped in the chair, his cock drained. “You may go now, Sarah. You did very well, you learn well,” dismissing her.
Sarah got up and grabbed her clothes and left the room without dressing. She was ashamed. She went back to her room and quickly closed the door. She lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, the vision of her on her knees before him, jerking him off, him cumming all over her. She moved her hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit, her ass arching off the bed, pinching harder on the hard clit. “AAAAGGGHHH,” she yelled, stuffing her hand in her mouth to silence her scream in ecstasy. She could taste the cum on her hand, her tongue racing over her fingers as she came again, her mouth full of his hot, thick cum, her camisole still wet from his cum.
Sarah awoke refreshed; she always did after a nice cum. The girls at the orphanage had taught her well. With no boys, this was the only alternative and as they got older, it became more frequent. She was embarrassed over last night. She had jerked off his cock and he had cum all over her. She wasn't sure what the reaction would be when they met today. It made her very nervous. She got dressed and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. John was already in, having a cup of coffee. He looked at her as she entered. “Morning John, how are you this morning?"
"I presume everything went well last night,” a slight twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes,” she stammered, forgetting that John knew she was to be punished last night. She thought she could see a funny look, a knowing look. Did he somehow know wha
t happened last night?
"That's good, Sarah, I like you, would like you to stay around. As long as you follow the rules and obey Michael, you will do well. I got to go, lots of work today. Bye.” He had to finish the spanking bench; it was only two more days until Saturday. Michael was excited about the suggestions he had, Sarah would not be as much. He could imagine her bent over the bench, her ass thrust up high, her legs spread wide. Maybe, Michael would let him have her. He would like that, fucking her from behind, maybe fucking her asshole. He walked out to the work shed, his cock hard, imagining.
Michael walked into the kitchen while Sarah was eating, nodded to her, grabbed his coffee and rushed out, barely even recognizing her existence. He liked to do that, put them off guard. He would inspect her later this afternoon, in his study where he would have privacy.
Sarah said good morning to Michael, but he was gone by time the words came out. Did last night really happen or did she imagine it? Michael didn't even seem to notice her. Well, maybe it's over with. She went about her work, cleaning some of the rooms, Michael's room and the study. She looked at the ottoman for long minutes, remembering her kneeling on it, Michael spanking her ass and thighs. Her gaze went to the chair, masturbating his cock until he shot his cum on her. Back to work got to put this out of her head. She could already feel her pussy getting wet again. The morning went quickly, followed by a long lunch, then back to work again. She was in the library when John found her.
"Michael would like you in the study now, Sarah,” watching her expression as he told her.
Sarah looked up surprised, “thank you John". Did she do anything wrong?
As soon as Sarah entered the study, she knew. Michael was sitting in his chair, the ottoman in front of him. He was wearing his robe. “I am going out this evening, so we might as well get your chore out of the way for the day. Come here, Sarah.” His voice was demanding and very matter of fact.
