Free A Strict Seduction by Maria Del Rey

thighs. She cried out, but this time I noted the sigh of pleasure mixed in with the pain. Again, another stroke that brushed the underside of her thighs and touched her sex. It was happening again, she was stealing pleasure from her punishment. She was pulling herself down and sticking her bottom out, forcing herself into the stroke, accepting it eagerly. She shuddered as I dealt the last hard blow between her buttocks, a sharp stinging lick from her slipper.
    â€˜Stay there,’ I warned her.
    I waited for a while, relishing the view of her punished backside, of her twin globes blazing red and pink. I wondered whether she was getting off on being exposed, after all, there was no doubt about her exhibitionist inclinations; that was what had got her into trouble in the first place.
    â€˜Did you enjoy that?’ I asked casually.
    There was a long pause before she answered. ‘Sort of…’ she admitted hesitantly.
    â€˜Do you want more?’
    â€˜No!’ she cried at once, without hesitation at all.
    I nodded to myself. She found pleasure in her chastisement all right, but it was punishment all the same: painful, humiliating and to be avoided at all costs.
    â€˜Stand up and face me,’ I instructed. ‘You can forget about covering yourself up too,’ I added.
    Her eyes were lowered, and I was pleased to see that her face was as red with shame as her bottom was red with punishment. Her breasts were ripe and attractive, her hard nipples pointing out enticingly. I noted that her skin was flushed, with that radiant afterglow of orgasm.
    Without warning I raised the slipper and brought it down sharply on her right breast. She squealed with shock, but the red imprint on her flesh made her nipples stand out even more. The left breast got the same sharp treatment, a spanking with the slipper that made her cry out.
    â€˜You can go and get dressed now,’ I told her at last, satisfied that her punishment was complete.
    â€˜First this,’ she said softly. She knelt down and crawled forward and touched the outline of my cock, impressed on my trousers. In seconds she had loosened my clothes and released my aching erection.
    â€˜You are such a naughty girl,’ I told her tenderly, sighing as she stroked my hardness with her slender fingers.
    â€˜You can always punish me…’ she whispered, and then closed her luscious red lips around my helmet.
    It was heaven, admiring her punished backside while she mouthed and sucked my cock. She knew what she was doing. I had never felt so much pleasure. She teased and caressed until I thought I would be the one screaming. And then I felt myself explode, filling her lovely mouth with wave upon wave of thick creamy come.
    â€˜You’d better clear up,’ I told her later, kissing her mouth and stroking her hair.
    â€˜Sure,’ she agreed lazily, ‘Jim will be home soon. Let this be our secret, our little secret.’
    I nodded, that was what it was exactly, our little secret. The last thing I wanted was for my son to find out what I’d been doing with his girlfriend.
    Marianne
    Stephen stood up and went to the window. The sky was a uniform milky grey, leeching the colour from the day and leaving everything dull and flat. He stood for a moment, looking out across the fields to the thin line of trees on the horizon, the thin green plumes pointing to the hazy white disc that was the wintry sun.
    â€˜If we’re going to do this then we have to do it properly,’ he had said earlier in the bar. She had agreed readily but had avoided his eyes, looking instead into the roaring flames crackling in the brick fireplace.
    The air felt heavy, the atmosphere was already very tense, filled with an expectation that was almost tangible. He returned to the desk and buzzed Marianne, jabbing a finger forcefully at the intercom.
    â€˜Yes sir,’ she responded breathlessly. He could imagine her sitting on the edge of her seat, waiting