Free Perversion Process by Miranda Forbes Page A

into a tone that was light, almost festive. „Even if I want to tape you being spanked and show it to all my friends so they can jerk off to you? Even if I want to blindfold you and gag you and use all my favorite toys on you? Even if I want to make you suck another man‟s cock while I spank you very, very hard? That would be okay?‟ His voice had returned to its previous fervour, and I could tell he was dying to touch me more intimately.
    I thought about each potential scenario he‟d just spun, visualizing them in my head. I thought about a camera being trained on me, recording the shifting of my ass from pale to pink, thought about him shoving a gag between my lips, thought about the effort of giving a blowjob while getting smacked where it counted. All of those would be more than okay. It suddenly hit me that Christine knew about each of our penchants for spanking, and that had been why she‟d known we‟d get along.
    I nodded, letting a tear stream down my face. He stared 3

    at me intently, and I wasn‟t sure if Oliver would gently wipe or lick away the tear, or rip my clothes off and get us started on our spanking journey. What he did was this: he wrapped one hand gently around my throat, his thumb pressing against the tender point in the centre, and with his other hand, he slapped my face. Gently, at first, but enough to make me tremble, inside and out. My breath roared through my nose, then back out, and he slapped me again. „You like to get spanked all over, don‟t you, Serena? Don‟t pretend,‟ he said, then slapped my face again. I couldn‟t deny it: the slaps made my pussy tight and wet, my cheek braced for the next blow, anticipating it even as I feared it, each sensation feeding off the other.
    Then he pushed up my shirt, hardly glancing at the luxury push-up bra I‟d purchased earlier in the day in his haste to peel down the cups. He then slapped my breasts in turn, while I sat there and took it. Okay, I didn‟t just sit there, and I didn‟t just take it. I liked it, craved it, wanted it. I hummed, then moaned in arousal as his hand struck each nipple directly, over and over again, before he leaned down and bit one while twisting the other. My pussy was starting to hurt, making me wonder if I was having the female equivalent of blue balls. It felt almost too good. When my hands threaded through his hair, urging him on, Oliver pulled up.
    „Did I say you could put your hands on me? You don‟t touch me without permission, little girl, and you know that,‟ he said. No, technically I didn‟t know it, but I want to learn, wanted to be his student, his slut, his sub. „Get up,‟ he snapped, then pulled me up by one nipple. My purple skirt rippled to my ankles. Out of his pocket, he drew a Swiss army knife, unleashing the blade. My eyes went wide, and I trembled this time with a touch of real fear. He smiled at me wickedly as he flashed the blade at 4

    me. „Oh, you won‟t get this against your skin until you‟ve earned it. I‟m using this to get rid of your pesky clothes,‟
    he said, before slicing through my blouse, then the $100
    bra, then the long skirt, even though it was already almost off, followed by my black silk panties. Those were pretty much worthless by then anyway, soaked through as they were. My clothing fell to the floor, and I almost did too.
    He tossed the knife on the table, then turned me around.
    „Raise your arms above your head,‟ he said, and I did, standing there in only my heels, necklace and earrings.
    „Shut your eyes; I‟ll be right back.‟
    I wouldn‟t have considered ignoring his order. This was the best first date I‟d ever been on, one that, even if we never hooked up again, had already given me practically endless fodder for future orgasms. I heard him return and tried to stand straighter, my calves feeling the strain of the position. First, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes, a blessed relief. I didn‟t want to see, only to feel.
    Then a collar that