Thankfully, Xiao retrieved a pump bottle of Maximus from the bag with all the body stockings. I had to admire his choice of lube. Most people never moved up from KY. He obviously knew he’d be giving it to me up the ass this weekend. Did I mind that he’d be so presumptuous? Of course not. In fact, I wished he would make me nothing but a tool of his desire. I’d come all this way to be his plaything. Whatever he wanted, I wanted. That was the nature of the beast.
He penetrated my ass with the same careless vigour he’d exerted on my pussy. Of course, when he entered my hole it hurt like hell despite the lube he’d drizzled down my crack and along his thick shaft. I clenched and locked my ass muscles down on him. If it hadn’t been for the Maximus slicking his path, he wouldn’t have been able to move in me at all. I bit at the bedcovers to disguise not only my cries, but my smile. I’d been waiting for the pain to come. For a man who called himself SpanKing online, he hadn’t done any spanking at all.
As if in response to my thought, his hands came down hard and fast against my ass, first one cheek, then the other. His smacks were moderated by the fishnet that hadn’t yet been torn. Still, I braced myself for the sweet sting of it all as he rained down spankings while fucking my ass. Perhaps my SpanKing wasn’t so bashful as I’d painted him.
I bucked back against him, savouring the throb and still hoping he’d come soon. My collar was growing increasingly unfriendly, and I wanted it off. Knowing he was too involved with my ass to notice, I slid my finger underneath the collar, but that did nothing to loosen it.
Xiao picked up the pace, knocking me forward with every thrust, and alternately spanking and rubbing my sizzling cheeks. I didn’t know him well enough yet to realise he was coming. I’d almost missed it the first time too. Balling up my fishnet body stocking in his fists, he held on tight and just reamed me. I relaxed as best I could, letting my ass ring go slack around his fat dick. The heat of friction sizzled in my hole, and I could feel my pussy juice dripping into a puddle on the bedding. Everything got so fast and so hot I couldn’t think any more. I set my head down and listened to his orgasmic shrieks.
‘The collar,’ I said when his moans had calmed enough that he could hear me. Finally, he unbuckled the latch and removed the hot studded leather. I could breathe again, but my poor neck was as red as my ass.
My husband, my master, stood before me, lifting my hair away from my neck so the jeweller could secure the collar in the back. Shifting to the side, Pawel cleared a path for me to see my reflection in one of Mr Saati’s shop mirrors. ‘Well?’ he asked with a vibrant smile. ‘What do you think? Is it wonderful?’
I touched the rows of diamonds set in white gold, and the diamond-studded O-ring in the middle of my neck. ‘Exquisite,’ I replied. There was no other word for it. The collar looked enough like any other extravagant piece of jewellery that it would be taken for just that by colleagues and others. The fact that Pawel was paying our jeweller to solder the gold findings so I could never remove it … Well, I’d have to be very clever to explain away that little detail. Or perhaps I’d find myself wearing turtlenecks like never before.
‘Happy 25th anniversary,’ Pawel said, leaning in to kiss my temple. I smelled burning hair just as Mr Saati hissed and tossed my fallen locks away, then apologised.
I held my hair myself so no more would burn against the soldering iron. The jeweller had already placed a little pad between my neck and the collar so he wouldn’t burn my skin with molten gold. It reminded me of those lead smocks they placed over you when they took X-rays at the dentist office. ‘What a lovely surprise. Our anniversary isn’t for another six months.’
‘You deserve it.’ Pawel looked me straight in the eye. ‘Season after season, you’ve been such a devoted … wife … to me.’
I didn’t look away. After four years cheating on him with Xiao, I’d become an expert liar. Escaping his gaze would be an obvious signifier of guilt, so I held it tight, like a lifeline. I stared him down not a usual action for a lifestyle submissive, but he didn’t mind the eye contact in public. We were both important people. We had to appear “normal” when we were out and about. So much of life is about negotiation.
‘I’m yours and yours alone,’ I said. A lie. Lie, lie, lie.
‘I know you are.’ He touched his palm to my cheek. His gaze remained soft, but the sizzle of energy passing between us told me he knew everything. Everything. That was the true reason for this collar I could never remove: Pawel was claiming ownership of me, and I was allowing it. I was his first, after all.
‘Vancouver again this weekend?’ he then asked. Could he have been more obvious?
Without looking away, I said, ‘Yes.’
‘Maybe I should come with you this time.’
My eyelids fluttered, and I swallowed hard, but I didn’t look away. ‘If you like.’
He took the hair from my hand, twirling it around his firm index finger until it pulled tight against my scalp. I couldn’t flinch with Mr Saati forming perfect circles behind me, securing each line of diamond-studded gold around my neck. I would die wearing this collar.
‘Or you could cancel the trip,’ Pawel went on, twisting my rope of lustrous black hair around his whole hand now. It pulled so tight I knew I’d have a headache later, but the pain awoke my pussy, and I soon felt the crotch of my panties slick with juice. If only the damn jeweller wasn’t standing behind me, I’d fall to my knees and worship my master’s cock right there in the shop.
‘I’ve finished fastening the choker,’ Mr Saati cut in. Speak of the devil. ‘We shall wait a moment for the solder to cure.’
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn to his paperwork on the adjacent case. My pussy pounded, but I held very still before my husband. ‘What’ll it be?’ he asked. His tone and his gaze were both casual, but his grip on my hair couldn’t have been more intense.
There was no question in my mind, but the words were no less difficult to force through my lips. Touching the diamonds and gold of my permanent collar, I breathed in my master’s virtuous strength. ‘I’ll cancel the trip.’
As Pawel leant in to place a lingering kiss on my forehead, he gripped my hair so tight my knees went weak. I knew he would never speak of my transgressions, and it was perhaps for that reason I cancelled every plan to meet with Xiao. My heart ached at the loss, but … anything for Master.
Be My Brat
by Landon Dixon
I pulled up into the driveway and clicked the garage door open. Then drove inside, precisely fitting my Oldsmobile into its spot. I turned the car off and picked my leather briefcase up off the seat and exited the vehicle and the garage, locking them both.
Another long, hard day at the high school. It was springtime, and the students were feeling especially rambunctious, forcing me to be even stricter than normal. Authoritarian intimidation and rigid, by-the-book rule enforcement kept things running smoothly.
I entered the front door of my home and set my briefcase down, took off my coat and hung it up in the closet. Then I straightened my tie and glasses, smoothed down my suit jacket, and walked briskly down the hall to greet my wife, probably already busy preparing dinner. ‘Suzie, I’m home!’
There was a crash from the kitchen. I turned the corner and stopped dead, staring. The kitchen was a mess, food on the floor, dishes scattered on the counter, the refrigerator door open; a pair of long, bare legs and a bare bottom, peeking out from under a short plaid skirt, parked in front of the refrigerator – Suzie, bent over and rummaging around inside the fridge, the slit of her pussy clearly visible as she wagged her bottom back and forth.
‘What’s going on in here?’
She lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at me. Her face was tarted up with make-up, her long, brown hair loosely braided into twin ponytails. ‘Fucks it look like? I’m hungry.’ She stuck her head back into the fridge.
I gritted my teeth. Then marched over and pulled Suzie back by the hem of her ruffled skirt, slammed the refrigerator doo
r closed. ‘Now, listen here young ’
‘Fuck you! Don’t try that high and mighty principal shit on me, asshole!’ She jerked her skirt free and padded over to the kitchen counter in her bare feet, a can of pop in her hand. She jumped up on the counter and took a swig from the can.
Besides the skimpy skirt, she was wearing just a white blouse, the tails of the blouse tied together above her bellybutton, pushing her breasts up, exposing the swelled tops of them. Her thighs splayed out on the counter and she swung her legs, staring at me.
‘Listen, Suzie, when I come home after a hard day’s ’
‘Blah, blah, blah! If you can’t take it, old man, get out of the rat race. And the kitchen.’ She smirked.
I grimaced at her “old man” remark; Suzie was 12 years younger than me.
She tilted the can back up and drank from it, her long, slender neck arching, soft throat working. She wasn’t wearing any underwear up top, as well as bottom, and I could clearly see the twin indentations of her pointed nipples. She crashed the can down on the counter, spilling pop, and smacked her glossy lips.
‘Is there anything to eat?’
She pulled up her skirt, fully exposing her smooth-shaven pussy. ‘Sure, come and get it.’
I flushed with anger. I stalked over to the insolent young lady and pointed my finger in her face and opened up my mouth to chastise her. She slapped me across the face, knocking my glasses flying.
‘Fuck the lecture, old man!’ she sneered. ‘I’m not one of your goody two-shoe punks from school. And don’t even think about laying a finger on me.’ She grinned, evilly. ‘You’d like to, though, wouldn’t you? You’d just love to hit me, spank me, teach me a lesson – like you wish you could to all those hot little bitches at school. Wouldn’t you, old man?’
I raised my hand, and she stuck her face out.
I lowered my hand, and my head, ashamed. She laughed.
Then Suzie grabbed my neck and jerked my head down in between her legs. ‘Eat me, I said!’
She pressed my face right into the slick, swollen folds of her pussy, pushing her pelvis forward. I could hardly breathe, her wetness smothering my nose and mouth, her tangy scent filling my head. She bit her fingernails into my scalp and squeezed her hot thighs together, choking me. I shoved out my tongue, touching her pussy.
‘Fuck!’ she shrieked, jumping. She glared down at me, her brown eyes blazing. ‘You want my hot, wet pussy, don’t you!? You can’t have all those tasty little twats at school, so now you’ll happily eat this one.’ She dug her heels into my back. ‘So eat it!’
I grasped her thighs and licked at her slit, bobbing my head up and down in between her legs.
‘Yeah!’ she murmured, undulating her hips, riding my head with her hands.
I lapped at her silky pink lips, tasting her sweetness, tonguing her slit over and over. Before sticking my tongue right into her pink hole and squirming it around.
‘Now you’re getting it!’ she hissed. ‘Now lick my clit! Suck on my clit, you fucking dirty old man!’
Her thighs trembled under my damp, clutching hands, as I felt for her button with the tip of my tongue. I found it, flicked it. She spasmed, fingernails raking through my close-cropped black hair. Her clit was swollen hard, and I sealed my lips around it and sucked on the sensitive nub.
Suzie moaned, body jerking again. But I didn’t let go of her clit, sucking and sucking on it. Until she suddenly shivered and cried out, ‘Fuck! I’m gonna come in your face!’
Hot juices spurted against my chin, Suzie shuddering repeatedly as wave after wave of ecstasy broke through her.
When it was finally all over, she roughly pushed me back. I licked her juices off my lips. ‘Now, get me something to eat,’ she ordered. ‘I’m hungry.’
That weekend, my wife and I went to the mall. I don’t normally like going to the mall, as I’m apt to run into some of my students or staff. And by the weekend, I’ve had my fill of them. Besides, I had some school work to catch up on anyway.
But Suzie insisted. Then she kept me waiting in the car for 15 minutes, before finally emerging from the house.
‘You’re not wearing that,’ I stated emphatically, when she slid into the car next to me.
She was exhibiting more skin than even the wildest of my female students, a thin pink tube top barely covering her breasts, a tiny pair of white shorts barely covering her front and rear. Her nipples strained the tube top, her buttocks all but bursting out of the pussy-hugging shorts. Her long, smooth, tanned arms and legs were bare as far as the eye could see, shining in the sun.
‘Fucking right I am!’ she retorted, staring defiantly out the windshield.
‘Look, Suzie, there’re liable to be some of my students and colleagues ’
‘Just fucking drive already!’ she shrieked.
‘No. I’m not taking ’
‘Fine! I’ll take the fucking bus!’ She grabbed at the door handle.
I grabbed her arm. ‘OK! But we’re not going to stay long.’
She grinned facetiously at me.
Two hours later, I was hiding out in the back hardware section of a department store, while Suzie traipsed all through the mall, stopping and shopping in almost every store. Until, eventually, I had to go to the washroom. I slipped out of the store and down to the men’s bathroom located just off the centre court, went inside.
And I was just unzipping myself in front of a urinal, when my wife came in, dripping shopping bags from her arms. ‘There you are!’ she cried, skipping over to me.
‘Suzie, what are you ?’
‘Just wanted to thank daddy for buying her little girl all this neat stuff!’ she chirped, kissing me on the cheek.
I could only imagine the damage she’d done to my credit card. There was one other man in the washroom, three urinals down, and he stared at Suzie, his mouth hanging open and his cock out.
‘Suzie, get out of here – now!’ I barked.
Her pretty face darkened. ‘I was just trying to thank you!’
‘You can thank me at home. Now, please, leave!’
She dropped her bags and grabbed the waistband of my pants, yanked my pants and my shorts down, exposing me. ‘Fuck you!’ she snarled, then smacked my bare ass with the flat of her hand.
I jerked, burning at both ends. The other guy sucked in his breath, gaping at us. Two teenagers came around the corner, laughing at some joke they’d just shared. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me standing there with my pants down around my ankles, the nearly-naked Suzie standing next to me with her arm raised. I grabbed my wife’s arm and dragged her into a stall, shuffling as fast as I could.
I closed and locked the door. ‘Listen, Suzie, you ’
‘Shut the fuck up!’ she pouted, tears welling up in her big brown eyes. ‘I was just trying to thank you and you push me away!’ She gripped my shirt and pulled me forward, up against the toilet bowl, and smacked my ass again. She whacked my left cheek, my right.
I jumped with each jolt of her warm, hard palm on my fleshy buttocks, my cock surging. ‘Suzie, please!’
She grasped my erection with her left hand, spanking me with her right hand. I flushed with heat, my butt cheeks tingling. She tugged on my prick, smacking my buttocks, sharp and quick, angry tears streaming down her face. I opened up my mouth to protest again, and she spat in my face.
Suzie flailed my ass, flaming my cheeks red with pleasure and pain as she pulled on my pulsingly hard cock. ‘Please, Suzie!’ I moaned, now imploring her to hit harder, tug faster.
Her long auburn hair fell across her face as she landed blow after blow, stinging and thrilling me, the sharp crack of her hand on my clenched cheeks echoing all through the washroom. Her other hand was hot and damp on my shaft, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
‘You fucking like it, don’t you, you hypocritical fucking pervert?’ she screamed, spanking and jacking.
I nodded, groaning, on fire.
She raked her fingernails ove
r my burning ass, up one seared cheek and down the other. I jerked in her clutching hand and sprayed into the toilet.
‘Fucking pervert!’ Suzie hissed, pumping bursts of sheer joy out of my cock, rocking me with both hands.
She abruptly left me to pick up my pants and her shopping bags. The other man was still out there, standing next to his urinal. His face was as red as mine, his cock just as limp.
We decided to go to a movie the following evening. Suzie was well-behaved in the car, dressed almost appropriately in a pair of black track pants with white stripes down the sides and a form-fitting blue halter top. Her hair was neatly braided into a single, thick ponytail, and her face was just lightly dusted with make-up. She chattered away excitedly about the movie we were going to see, and the handsome leading man who had the starring role.
But when we were seated in the theatre (near the back, thank goodness), she started acting up. She threw a piece of popcorn at me, giggling, bounced another piece off my head. I grabbed the bag away from her and tried to concentrate on the previews playing up on the screen.
Suzie was quiet for about a minute. Then I felt her hand slide on to my thigh, up into my crotch. I jumped in my seat, as she grabbed at my cock. ‘Suzie, behave yourself!’ I whispered fiercely, flinging her hand away.
‘But I’m sooo horny,’ she whispered back, squirming around in her seat.
She yawned and stretched, thrusting her chest out. Then she dropped an arm down around my shoulders, her other hand landing back in my lap, clutching and squeezing my cock. ‘Let’s make out!’ she breathed, leaning in close to me over the armrest. ‘These are only the dumb previews anyway.’
I shifted around in my seat, trying to shrug off her arm, her hand tugging me erect. The theatre was darkened and only about half-full, but it still wasn’t that dark or that empty. Suzie blew in my ear, then stuck her wet tongue inside and eagerly swirled it around.
I pushed her away. ‘Stop being such a brat!’
She grinned, her eyes flashing. She slumped down in her seat, onto her knees on the floor. She wormed her way in between my legs and stuck her face right into my crotch, rubbing up against my pulsating cock.
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