Free FalltoPieces by Paisley Smith

thought of bending over Vivien’s lap for a good
old-fashioned hand-spanking was just too much.
    Her hand glided under the bubbles, down her belly, straight
toward her…
    “Fuck.” She groaned when she remembered Vivien’s rule. No
masturbating.
    “Damn it,” Polly muttered. Fuck Vivien’s instructions. Polly
was going to do it.
    And hopefully pay for it tomorrow.
    Leaning her head back against the rolled-up towel at her
neck, she circled her fingers over her clit, letting a scenario between her and
Vivien play out in her head.
    * * * * *
    Polly’s arms ached from holding them behind her as she
kneeled, legs spread. Her clit pulsed over and over as she realized she wasn’t
going to get the punishment for which she’d hoped.
    Her ass hadn’t been plugged as soon as she got here, leaving
her disappointed and a little apprehensive.
    Vivien sat on the sofa, looking insanely hot in a pair of
masculine black trousers, a white shirt, untied bowtie and black suit coat. Her
trademark retro makeup seemed at odds with her severely pulled-back hair. Legs
spread, she sat, lazily stroking a lifelike strap-on dildo.
    “Twice?” Vivien demanded harshly.
    “Yes Ma’am.” Tears stung Polly’s eyes. She’d been sitting
here like this for half an hour, tortured by holding her pose. More so by
Vivien dressed like a beautiful man.
    Something about knowing that sweet, soft pussy was hidden
under all those mannish clothes made Polly so horny she couldn’t stand it.
    “What did you think about while you were touching yourself?”
Vivien asked seductively.
    Polly debated lying but part of her wanted to see what
Vivien’s reaction would be if she told her the bald truth. “I was thinking
about fucking you.”
    The dim light sparked in Vivien’s eyes, but only for an
instant before she reverted to the cool, cocky male once more. “Tell me. Don’t
leave out any details.”
    Polly’s stomach clenched. “I imagined you’d bent me over
your lap and spanked me. Hard. So hard I used my safeword. You stopped and
brushed away my tears and told me to get in the bed with you. Then you took my
hand and guided it between your legs. You were soaking wet and you asked me to
finger you. I did and you—”
    “What’d my cunt feel like inside?”
    “Like…like wet velvet. Hot. You—you sighed when I slid my
finger inside to stroke your G-spot. You told me how good it felt. And then
you…kissed me.”
    “Where?” Vivien asked. Her voice sounded hoarse.
    “On the mouth. I straddled you and used my hips to push
against my hand while I fingered you. We kissed the whole time until you—until
I felt you coming.”
    “What happened after that?” Vivien’s knee tensed and her
eyebrows furrowed slightly, making Polly wonder if she was wearing one of those
strap-ons with two heads. Maybe three.
    “Then you ate my pussy,” Polly told her boldly.
    Vivien stared. Her hand stopped stroking the cock. “Come here.”
    Polly’s muscles protested when she moved to crawl. Fighting
the stiffness, she crossed the floor. Vivien scooted up on the sofa and patted
her thighs. “Over my lap.”
    Polly’s pulse ran wild as she positioned herself over her Mistress’s
lap. The wool trousers scratched her belly. The thick dildo nudged her side.
Blood rushed to her head as she planted her palms on the floor, offering up her
ass for punishment.
    Vivien caressed her hair and her back before moving to her
bottom. Each sweep of her hand grew more and more familiar, easing
threateningly into her cleft. “You’ve been a naughty girl.”
    “Yes Ma’am.” Excitement fired through Polly’s veins. When
Vivien’s fingertip pushed insistently against her rosette Polly instinctively spread
and rolled her hips toward the sinister intrusion.
    “I am going to spank you,” Vivien said. “And then I’m going
to fuck you with this big dick.”
    A shudder rippled down Polly’s spine.
    “In the ass.”
    Polly’s breath froze in her lungs. A finger or a plug