Free Tales of Lust and Magic by Layla Silver

of her hand when suddenly they were replaced by a blowing sting.
    “Ouuch!” I screamed out, more in surprise than actual pain.
    “Sshhhh...” she ordered.
    She rubbed my reddened backside with both her hands, before starting to spank me again. She was having difficulty reaching me from the chair, so she pulled me over her knee. My breasts were pressed tightly against her long and lean legs, my body bent over in such a way that my naked ass was in the air and ready to receive the full weight of her wrath.
    “Still,” she ordered, as I started to wriggle. She spanked one cheek and then the other, alternating between hard and soft, following up with soft caresses which made me shudder. The surprise and the anticipation of what she was going to do next were driving me wild.
    “Now, let’s see if you’ve really been suffering or else pretending...” she continued. “If I find you’ve been pretending, I’m going to have to punish you some more.”
    I had no idea what she was alluding to, but very quickly I understood, for I felt a couple of her slender fingers creep under my silky underwear and gravitate towards my wanton sex. She slipped inside my wetness and I verbalised my delight. She moved her fingers up and down for just a second, fucking me playfully before cruelly pulling out and depriving me of my pleasure.
    “So you were in fact just kidding...” she said.
    “No....” I started to protest, but I was met with her very same fingers coming to my lips to silence me. Instinctively I opened my mouth and took her inside, tasting my sweetness and my desire.
    “Good girl,” she said. “Now let’s get down to real business. Stand up for me.”
    I rose to my feet, maintaining her scorching eye contact and shivering under its heat.
    “Strip for me Rose,” were her clear instructions.
    I didn’t hesitate, for I had never wanted to expose myself to somebody quite as much as I did right then. I pulled the red dress over my hips, raising it slowly so that she could see the shiny black fabric of my underwear, gleaming more and more by the second with my ever-increasing arousal. Her eyes were very clearly on my concealed pussy and her mouth parted a little in anticipation of what she would later devour. I continued my striptease, lifting my dress higher, so that it glided over the smooth skin of my toned abdomen. Her eyes followed the path and her legs instinctively parted, for I was sure she was being tortured by her desire too.
    “Don’t stop,” she instructed.
    I didn’t. I pulled the dress right over my head, exposing my full breasts, bouncing in their freedom. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly a wave of carnal lust swept over me and I approached her. She pulled me onto her knee and our lips met. We kissed with furious passion as a storm of desire passed over us; hands were everywhere charting this new territory. I had never kissed a woman before and was overcome by her smooth sweetness that was making me ache with pending gratification sought. I ran kisses down her neck, making my way to her breasts that were cheekily peeking out of her shirt. My tongue found her hardened nipples and began to suckle them with a growing appetite.
    “That feels good...so good...” she moaned as she tossed her head back in euphoria. I noticed that her legs were wide open now and her skirt had risen well above her knees; I couldn’t help but take a peek at what was very clearly on offer to me and I shuddered when I realised that her pussy was totally naked. She was completely smooth and had the fullest and most inviting lips that glimmered with her intent. I needed to taste her right then; there was no question of that.
    “May I?” I asked politely, dropping once again to my knees.
    She didn’t reply, instead she took my head in both of her hands and pulled me into her heat. Despite the fact I had never tasted another woman before, my nerves were beaten by my very pure, uncensored desire. I seemed to lose control