by Lexi Cross
“All in good time, my lovely slave---all in good time.”
Revenge
Cassie could tell from the sound of his voice he was angry; even over the phone he sounded tense and anxious.
Could be anything bugging the old prick---Mitch wasn’t the most easygoing guy. He had a hard job dealing with the finances at the club; where they had met and started seeing each other.
She was one of those wannabe actresses whose only ‘major’ films so far were the kind where the starlet runs around half naked through the whole film; probably not the next big thing. But her buxom figure and girlish features made her a natural for the genre, and for the time being it was all the work she could find.
As soon as she entered the office, she could tell by his dark glare he wasn’t impressed.
“Everything ok? I’ve got your favourite panties on...ya know, the see through net ones?”
She did a little twirl, spinning to raise her short pleated skirt enough to show glimpse of her soft round ass hanging out.
He wasn’t interested.
“Sit down!”
She looked at him, a little startled and came closer, dropping into the other chair with a loud sigh.
“What’s up big daddy?”
He pushed a piece of paper across the desk towards her, glaring angrily; she knew from his livid expression what it was---a copy of her marriage certificate from a few months ago.
“Congratulations! I never received my invitation...must have been one hell of a time.”
He stared at her, daring a response.
“I didn’t wanna tell you,” she began, stretching back in the chair and closing her eyes for a moment, “It’s just short term, it’s the guy who’s directing my next few films.”
It didn’t surprise him; she wasn’t exactly a movie star, and most of the flings she’d had seemed to coincide with films she was in. But they were short lived romances, this time she’d gotten married. Married! And without even mentioning it to him.
“I mean it...as soon as I’m done these next two movies it’s over, I swear;” she whined, “but I needed to do it for my career. I’m not exactly in demand you know; with the economy... Plus I still have a bit of an accent, I need a coach to get my voice right. I did have a part last month in that theatre production...”
She was grasping at straws but had a point. There were a million girls trying to be the next big thing, and just not enough roles for all of them. Cassie was gorgeous and a decent actress, but these two films she’d married her way into were probably her only shot at any sort of following.
True or not he wasn’t just planning to let it go easily. After the stress she’d put him through she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime.
“Aw, c’mon big daddy...you know it’s you I want,”
“I’m still your best student, right?”
She leaned forward and flashed a wicked grin,, showing off her big, bouncy tits. She was wearing his favourite kind of outfit, as she always did did when they they met up. Short, tartan mini skirt, sheer blouse and panties.
Sometimes she wore a bra, but today she’d done without and her could see the dark shadows of her big, pointy nipples through the transparent blouse.
She made him crazy. But his anger was swallowing up the insatiable appetite he usually had for her, and if there was any hope of him getting off tonight it would have to come at her expense. More so than usual.
It’s hard to punish a girl who likes to be spanked, and Cassie was that girl. She’d first been over his knee two years ago when she came to the club looking for help with a spanking scene in some B list film. The way she gasped and sighed, wriggling around on his lap as he spanked her made his dick stand taller than it had in a very long time.
He’d never caught the title of the movie but for sure it was a hot scene if she had behaved the same way with the cameras rolling. They’d begun meeting up at the club casually, and she discovered her true passion was getting spanked, and he was all too happy to indulge the voluptuous young woman’s wishes. She spent hours over his knee, always in a too-short pleated skirt with her lush derriere hanging out, begging to be squeezed and slapped.
“So you went and married to some schmuck---without any thought to mention it to me---to get into a couple of lousy movies? Thats what you’re saying?”
He wasn’t planning to drop it, no matter how cute or mad she got.
She shook her head in disbelief, pouting a little.
“You don’t have to be such a jerk. I’m still gonna come see you,” she assured him, getting up from the chair to grab his hands.
“Besides, who knows...maybe someone will make me a better offer.”
He didn’t know what to make of her last comment, but her lax attitude toward the whole charade made him even more furious.
“You selfish little bitch,” he grabbed her thighs roughly, hooking his fingers into the sheer stocking tops.
“Hey, don’t rip my stockings; I just got em!”
“Your fucking stockings? You lying, sneaking little slut! You could have at least told me.”
He jumped up and leaned close into her face, glaring at her through narrowed eyes.
“If you told me I would have understood.”
Exasperated, Cassie tossed her hand in the air and rolled her eyes.
“Oh...like you’re understanding now?” she muttered sarcastically.
It was all he needed and he was furious now; he grabbed tightly onto the sheer stockings and gave a hard pull, shredding the delicate fabric, leaving them streaked with runs and unrecognisable as a garment.
“What the fuck?” She was angry, but didn’t try to break free of his grip.
“Where did you get these anyway? I don’t remember buying those.”
He knew they weren’t a gift from him, he always shopped at the same place for her clothes and those stockings weren’t anything they carried.
“Randy picked them up them for me.” She admitted quietly.
“I figured as much,” he bellowed, enraged that she would knowingly wear them to see him.
“Randy...I don’t ever want to hear you mention that fucking name here. Got it? Randy does not exist here!”
He paced back and forth for a moment then grabbed the black bag off the desk.
“Why don’t you put your new ones on?” He tossed the bag toward her feet and glared at her.
“Why so you can rip those too?”
She was getting braver now, challenging his demands. He was never going to get anywhere like this.
“I won’t,” he held his hand out in a peace offering “I promise I won’t, I was just really pissed. You have to understand it was a bit of a shock.”
Her eyes brightened a little at this, and she took his hand.
“I know big daddy...thats why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t wanna hurt your feelings. You know I love you, I’ll always be your best girl, right?”
She stood up and sauntered over towards him, placing his hands on her ample thighs. He didn’t say anything
“Ok...you promise you won’t rip them?”
“Promise.”
She kicked off her heels and began to peel off what was left of her tattered stockings.
Dancing her way over to him, she sprawled out on the large desk and slipped the lacy stockings on.
He figured it would be more fun to let her play, let her think it was just a small matter. But this was no small matter to him, even if she was telling the truth. It meant he had to share---in fact had been sharing---his sexy young student.
At 28 with two years of regular spanking, she was hardly a student. But she played the role well, and got as much of a kick out of it as he did, so they kept up the fantasy.
Of course he saw a few other girls at the club, but nothing serious. She was his favourite, and it was time she knew it.
He grabbed her forcefully around the waist and pushed her down to the ground.
“Turn your ass around, I don’t w
ant to look at you.”
She pouted for a moment and thought the better of further inflaming his anger, and turned around slowly.
“Baby I’m sorry...it’s just a couple months though!”
He could hear her voice swelling; she was on the verge of tears.
A stinging wallop to the left cheek sent her lurching forward, exposing more of her fleshy behind and he could see the slightest tuft of hair peeking out from the folds of her puffy cunt.
“Oooh...fuck! That one stung,” she moaned, “I’m sorry baby, let me show you. I’m already on my knees for you,” she cooed, “lemme suck it, big daddy, my lips will make you feel better.”
It was true; the little harlot was an incredible cocksucker, she had a way of swallowing a dick so deep he could feel her lips down at his balls. She gave the wettest, sloppiest blowjobs he’d ever known, but also some of the most intense.
Not yet though. He drew back his hand and bent down to slap her ample cheeks again, leaving a crimson impression of his hand on each side of her shapely ass.
“Please baby...let me make it better, I bet I can get you hard in no time.”
Jesus. he was already hard, no need for her to try.
She turned her head to look back at him, he could see her makeup smudged around her eyes where tears had washed it away.
“Now you wanna suck my cock?”
He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he was determined to get his point across too.
“How many times did you suck his cock, you cheating slut?!”
He emphasised his words with a wicked slap to her rump, hard enough to let her know he meant it.
“ooouuch...fuck! I never do, he just fucks me regular style. In my pussy.” She was sobbing now, but he doubted it was from the pain. She could, and usually did, take much more.
“You never suck his cock?” He asked in disbelief
“No he thinks it’s degrading,” she giggled, “he’s not up for very much.”
“You let him fuck you in the ass?”
He stopped his assault on her hindquarters for the moment, curious now about his sweetheart’s new sex life.
She laughed dramatically and shook her head.
“Are you kidding? He wouldn’t even if I asked. Which I don’t. It takes very little to keep him happy, he just wants a trophy. So I get what I want, so does he. For now.”
He took a moment to mull it over and realized he had the perfect way to keep a tight bond with his little starlet. If her foolish husband was too stupid to claim all of her for himself, he certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake.
“Come here you filthy little slut; you want this cock so much? Show me. Do a good job and I’ll rewards that sweet ass of yours with some more spanking.”
She wasted no time getting up and was at his feet in no time, her immense tits pressed against the flimsy sheer blouse.
He sat back in the comfortable leather chair and unzipped his pants, feeling his cock thumping against the tight fabric like a drum. It was hard as a rock now, and her eyes were fixated.
“Please baby, let me taste your cock...I’ve been waiting all week to see you, I bet your dick was lonely without my hot pussy.”
She was still on her knees; leaning her elbows on his legs, her manicured nails grazing across his lap. She pressed her heavy breasts against him and he could see her nipples hardening, stretching the thin blouse.
Fuck.
She always was a good student.
“Suck it good,” he ordered in a low voice, “and it’s the only one you’d better be sucking from here on out.” He was willing to share her if her could have certain parts to himself, he’d decided. And of course, she would have to be made to feel sorry for lying in the first place.
Cassie’s lips were around his swelling cock before he could get another thought in, and he reveled in the heat of her expert mouth. She sucked him slowly, slurping her way down to his balls, gagging a little as she swallowed the full length.
“That’s it, right to the back of your throat,” he groaned, stretching to shove as much as he could into her warm, heavenly mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, sucking deeply, and unbuttoned the blouse that obscured her shapely tits. They came bouncing out, swinging softly as she moved her head up and down.
He grabbed a fistfull of her curly blonde locks and pulled her head closer, thrusting his hips forward to fill her mouth up with his cock. His balls dangled off her chin, and he could feel her gagging on the length of him in her mouth.
Again he grabbed her head and plunged his rod deep down her throat; she choked a little, tightening her lips around him. He held her there for a moment, tightening his grip on her head.
“Don’t you forget what I said, this had better be the only dick that crosses those filthy lips!”
She bobbed her head to nod yes and he relaxed his grip.
She fell back, panting; her face drenched in saliva and precum. Her skirt was crumpled and her blouse was in a heap on the floor.
“Jesus! I could hardly breathe!” she gasped, wiping the smears of makeup under her eyes.
“Did you hear me?”
“I fucking heard you, yes!”
“Don’t be so goddamned rude; you are the one who started this in the first place with your bullshit and lies. I won’t say cheating because we never talked about it. But you still lied.”
She nodded, looking serious for the first time.
“I know. And I really am sorry. But you know I’m yours, I’d do anything for you.”
She was looking up at him with those innocent eyes, a trick she probably used 10 times in a day.
“Hmmph,” he snorted, “strong words.”
“I’m a strong girl!” she giggled, raising her arm in a muscleman gesture, “takes a lot to break me, ya know.”
He did know. She was impossible sometimes, hard to love, hard to stay mad at. But he was determined to see this one through.
“Get that ass over here,” he barked, motioning for her to bend over his lap.
.
Cassie sauntered over and hiked her skirt up, flashing her sheer panties. He loved spanking her in them and seeing the wetness build up between her legs as he slapped her jiggling derriere.
He gave her a quick shove and she was in position, her ample ass a ripe target for his seasoned hands.
“mmmhmm, are you gonna give me my spanking, big daddy?”
“You bet that sweet ass I am, I want you to remember who’s ass this is,” he snapped, reinforcing his demand with a few sharp slaps to her fleshy backside.
She responded by moaning and wiggling her ass at him; daring him to spank her again.
“ooh! I know you love smacking me, baby,” she breathed, clutching his knees for support,
“and you can spank that ass anytime you want it, darling, you know it’s all yours.”
He gave her soft cheek another squeeze then began a barrage of slaps; causing her soft white ass to ripple and jiggle.
“Thats it baby, spank your little slut,” she moaned, grinding herself into his lap, “I’m sorry I was such a bad girl, your little whore needs to be punished.”
Indeed she did.
He laid another hard slap to her already rosy ass, leaving a puffy red welt in the vague shape of a handprint.
“Oh, fuck! That one hurt,” she whined, but made no effort to get up. A few more sharp smacks to her lush cheeks and she was going mad, thrusting her reddened backside against him, wordlessly pleading for more.
The crotch of her panties was slick with juice, and he knew she was going to want to fuck once her ass had grown sore, as was their usual arrangement. But he had no plans of sharing a pussy with a stranger; regardless of what her wishes may be.
He tugged on her panties and slid them down, fully exposing her lush backside. Her sticky juices coated the crotch and glistened in the dim light. He could feel the gooey spot he was leaving on her stomach and skirt; the feeling of her squirming and grinding aga
inst his swelling dick was starting to make him drip all over, covering the front of her outfit in stickiness.
“So,” he began, tracing the outline of her wet slit with his finger, “I’ve decided if you are going to see me while you are in this other---relationship---there are a few rules I want to make.”
He knew she would agree to anything he asked; she was already horny as hell and when Cassie was partway to an orgasm, there was no stopping her. Plus she had no choice, it was as much of an ultimatum as he’d ever given.
“Anything you want baby,” she murmured, “as long as you promise to fill me up with your cock when you’re through with my punishment.”
He smiled to himself, knowing that the inevitable bridge would have to be crossed.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” he retorted, “not while you and Mr. Movie Guy are living in vanilla harmony.”
She stopped moving and turned to look at him, an expression of disbelief in her eyes.
“You’re not gonna fuck me?” She asked plaintively; not knowing what to make of the situation.
“I don’t take this situation lightly,” he began, “I am not one to share, especially when forced upon me. So until you are free of this sham marriage, you belong to me in all the ways that you don’t belong to him. Let him do what he will; it doesn’t sound like much anyway. But at the end of the day, your mouth and ass are mine.”
“Well that’s hardly fair,” she whined, her face scrunched up in contempt.
“And having the girl you’ve been seeing for almost a year get married behind your back? That’s fair i suppose?”
He gave a hard slap to her plump ass, eliciting a wail of agony as she lurched forward; feeling the intense heat rising from her inflamed cheeks.
“Ow, fuck!” she complained, “can I have a break...please? We can sit and talk.”
He was in no mood to talk, and responded with the hardest one yet, crushing her into his lap as he left another vivid red weal on her backside.
Let the guy see those on her ass when she comes home, he snickered to himself.
