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There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... When Guthrie finally lifted onto his arms, his exaggerated thrusting took me over the edge, and with my body shuddering I began to unload on his sheet.
You straddle my face backwards and order me to lick your ass, I’m so fucking horny I am hungry for it, and my tongue hard like a bullet, laps at your ass hole and makes me feel, like the dirty little bitch you want me to be. I reach my hands around because I need to feel your cock I need to touch it and feel it’s hardness. You pull yourself out of my mouth, and you wank hot cum over my face, my mouth is open and with my tongue I try to catch some, you grab my hair and rub my face all over your cock and your balls, until your pleasure subsides and I look like the whore you always wanted.
Deirdre took the little soft whip and quietly positioned in down beneath Laura's split and without warning, snapped it with some authority right into the open cleft that Laura had made as she held her own labia apart. "You know, Laura, that naughty girls are not permitted breaks for that purpose once the discipline has begun, so you will have to hold it, I'm afraid," Deirdre said in her firmest tone, anxiously hoping that her niece would lose control and that the colleagues would witness her releasing her pee stream down on the floor. "I think that is enough," Deirdre said calmingly, as she first wiped Laura as one would a small child who has lost urinary control out of fear, and then bade Laura to stand, retrieve her knickers and let her skirt down.
So attached, Maureen slowly pulled the tight control panties up and Lynn let out a little scream when she felt the prongs penetrating her inside channels. Lynn reddened in the face but sat on the toilet, pulled down the panties and took a breath without the prongs in her, and let her pee fly. It was about 8:00 A.M. on Saturday morning and Donna got out of bed and put her robe on, coming to the door with an annoyed look on her face, even though she really was thrilled with getting to watch Lynn on the toilet. Lynn did not wait for further instruction and lowered her tight control panties, allowing the prongs to slip out of her over-stimulated orifices, and with only her pajama tops on, got into Donna's bed and took her dominant niece in her arms.
I looked up into his eyes and whined softly, moving my hips in time with his hand. "You know I can't resist when you pout like that, Kitten." He began kissing the top of my breasts and used both hands to push my behind into his fully hard cock. After a few more slaps, he caressed my behind until his fingers began to touch my soaking cunt. I gripped the blanket and moaned loudly, my cunt growing more wet with each slap. I wanted him to claim me in every way possible so I used my hands to hold his cock in my mouth. I felt each shot of cum fly into my mouth and moaned with each one.
Karen, a lithe 42-year-old blonde, exercised authority in the household over her 25-year-old stepdaughter after marrying Malinda's father, Dennis, who was 20 years older than his new wife and cared only about the hot sex he was having in bed with her whenever he felt the urge. Then Malinda was surprised when Karen took her into her bedroom, told her to take off her panties and presented her with what looked like a tight pair of Spanx control underpants. "I find that these help you feel in control during your period," Karen told her, "so I want you to wear them." Malinda stated to protest but stopped herself: she knew by now that it was dangerous to argue with her stepmother.
Karen couldn't believe that she began to feel sorry for Em's older sister, Leslie, when she saw her between Emily's lovely spread legs licking her friend's oozing quim. Emily was apparently affected by this attitude and took her sister in her arms and began to make love to her, playing with Leslie's ample breasts and then softly teasing her now rising clit. Emily said she needed a break so Leslie took little Karen in her arms and began stimulating the girl's smaller breasts but softly massaging her thin-lipped quim. Emily got up and answered the intercom, returning to tell the girls to get dressed because it was her oldest sister, Linda, who was several years older than Leslie.
As delicious as she was, Houlihan didn’t want to actually touch her with his fingers or his body. Houlihan took his time moving the feather back and forth up those long, slender legs, once alternating back and forth between the tip and the pointy quill. She liked having her breasts touched, and she liked doing the private dances, and of course, the money was great … but those boys couldn’t get her to Georgetown. Still excited, she ran upstairs to her huge, pink and white bedroom, still looking very girlish, and got out a vibrator that made the little portable one she took with her on her special “dates” look like a pencil.
Dianne and Jason, both in their 20s, had low-paying jobs so they had been subjected by their mother to being ruled at home by the 35-year-old Grace. "However," she went on quickly, "your mother has told me about something she just experienced that will result in her being disciplined." With that sentence unleashing a torrent of anticipation in Dianne and Jason, and now well-justified fear on the part of Samantha, Grace turned to her employer. "You apparently were unable to hold your pee until you reached the toilet," Grace lectured Samantha as all could now see the large yellow stain in the gusset of the white panties.
For the three—Emily, 28, Ken, 30, and Jill, 32—the humiliation of reporting to their youngest sister, who was only 24, for punishment had started to fade as they faced living their lives. Andrea kept herself in place although she now feared for how long this punishment might proceed, and worried that she either would jump up at a stroke or possibly lose control of her sphincter and humiliatingly pee herself all over Joan's tweed skirt and hose. "Jill," she said with a grin, "it was bad enough when your mother spanked you but now, your youngest sister exercises that kind of authority?" When Clarice complied, Jill reached into her handbag and retrieved a small rod much like the one that Joan had applied earlier to Andrea's bared bottom.
She kneeled there before him, her hair pulled tight in his grip, her lips slightly swollen from biting back her yelps as he spanked her ass; staring at his beautiful 8-inch shaft made her mouth water and her pussy clench and she swallowed hard in anticipation. “Not yet, open wider for me, my little slut.” She obeyed and Des slowly worked his cock all the way into her mouth and into her throat until she was gagging and tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. He could feel her sweet juice dripping onto his leg and slid his hand between her thighs, softly stroking her clit before slipping a finger into her hot pussy.
She was very pretty, thin but quite shapely, (yes that means mid sized bust, narrow waist, nicely toned legs, and a round, well defined ass.) We talked for a few minutes then she said why don't we start. "Miss Lori, I said, that the way for you to keep you job ...the only way is for you to lay across my lap and take an old fashioned bare bottom spanking for your failure in your review. When I was afraid I might be spanking too hard-I was probably getting worn out too-I stopped and slid my hand between her thighs she was very wet.
“Well I think I’m breaking up with my boyfriend, turns out he’s a perv who likes to get off on me fucking other guys,” I said almost whispering towards Doug. “Yes, sir,” I said as my voice trembled and my right hand expertly snaked its way down my shirt, onto my skirt and then between my legs. After what felt like an hour but was probably only two or three minutes I heard Doug ask for another drink and Rick walked away. Master stood up over me, running his right hand over my exposed naked ass, his fingers were warm to the touch and I humped the desk harder.
She leans over and takes my soft and scared little penis in her hand. She lets my balls fall out of her mouth, cups them in her hand as she feels me start to throb. She takes my hair, makes like she's going to slap my face, her hand raised up. My mother looks to Doris, runs her hand up her back and pulls her hair back. I liked what I saw down there when I punished you for your lazy housework, liked your little ass responding nicely to your mother's stern hand. I think I'll let Doris handle that for a while, your punishment and your reward, maybe just sit and watch.
He groaned with pleasure, but said, “No hands allowed on the next test.” Then he added, “I’ll let you do it here, though, for practice." She nodded, cock still in her mouth, and contimued sucking and pumping her hand. She sighed and put it back into her mouth, this time going down on it further, causeing the butler to moan. He looked at her pink nipples and didn’t need the help of demonic powers to make himself hard again. As soon as the words were out of her mouth Remley growled low in his throat and started fucking her harder than he had before. “So, Nyla,” he said to the pouting princess, “What was that about spelling practice?”
A son that not only was a sissy boy that did very dirty and naughty things while he still lived in my house, dirty things for our next door neighbor, but a naughty little boy that liked to dress up in his mother's underpants too. Tell me you'd like mama to touch your little dick with her hand. I start to stammer, talk softly so that only she can hear, feel my face flush bright red. I masturbated thinking of things she has done, heard through her bedroom door when she was with a boyfriend, seen through the heating grate in the floor from my basement vantage point when I still lived at home with her. Let's go get my little boy naked and start his first naughty inspection in front of his mother, shall we?"
There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... When Guthrie finally lifted onto his arms, his exaggerated thrusting took me over the edge, and with my body shuddering, I began to unload on his sheet.
They proceeded to their own bedroom where, after checking to see that Kathy, Jamie's sister, was asleep in the guest room, they more or less fell into their bed, totally wiped out by the evening at Claire's. "You will be spanked whenever any of us feels you need it," Karen said rather offhandedly, and she reached down to unbutton the dropseat in Kathy's pajamas that would expose her bare bottom. "Yes, Miss Karen, I couldn't...couldn't keep my doody from coming out," Kathy confessed, shamed to her core and her face now as red as her spanked bottom.
Taken across my mother's lap at the age of 28 and spanked with panties down in front of the family gathered for our Christmas dinner was not what I'd expected when I accepted the invitation to go home for the holidays. Susie had been getting on my nerves and I was delighted to find that Gloria was a kindred soul in her skepticism about the idea that she and Steve needed to start a family immediately in the style of my sister. I couldn't believe this was happening but as I felt tears coming which I fought to repress, I slowly lifted my stylish pin-striped skirt, exposing my pale blue hicut panties and matching garter belt, and bent across her tweed-skirted lap.
I was amazed at how wet it made me to talk like that, to think about actually being with another man and treating my husband as a submissive house slave. I felt his finger run in and out of me, remember thinking that no man had ever done that to me before, his cum all over me, still in my mouth. I was getting almost as wet treating my husband like this as I was with Alan's finger up my ass. I remember hearing my husband's voice break, almost to tears as I went into the bathroom and started to clean up and do my makeup.
And as if she had staged this little presentation, which she really hadn't, being an experienced teacher and thus always able to rise to the occasion, Gail withdrew her trusty ruler from her middle desk drawer and displayed it to the now somewhat frightened seven pupils, especially Deborah James, whose blue panties remained on display. "I should spank you just for wearing those things." She quickly marked their cards with a pass and waved all seven students off—"You may all go and let's make sure you keep on behaving yourselves so Miss Smithers doesn't put you on report again." The pupils quietly filed out, clutching the cards on their way to their next class.
“Of course you can, Pam,”, I replied, “Anything you want - you don‘t need to ask.”, I continued. “Or do you want to get fucked really hard ….”, I said, as I pushed my cock in deep with one big thrust. I removed my cock, letting it rest at the entrance of her pussy then I thrust it in hard a second time. My hand was still stroking her hair as I let my cock thrust into her, speeding up a little as time went on. After that submission, I just fucked Pam as hard as I could and each time I pulled on her hair, pulling her head backwards.
With very little deference to the monitor's status, Nancy said, "I need to use the rest room so I'd like to be able to go now if that is all right." Her mouth curled in a sneer that belied her low view of the girl to whom she was speaking. "Miss Smithers has asked us to restrict anyone leaving for at least the first twenty minutes," Laura said blandly but with some steel in her voice, "as pupils are expected to use the facilities before coming to class and she does not want a steady procession of girls leaving the room. Laura stood and gave her a full report of what had occurred and handed her the grade book, showing where she had entered bad Conduct marks and noted the caning of Andrea Devons.
She realized that disciplining this handsome young man was definitely a turn-on for her—in fact, her panties were already wet as she thought about having him over her lap again—but she also wanted to impress Claire Kendall that her nephew was complying with the directions Claire had set for him and which Karen was supposed to be enforcing. Now the blonde Karen's face grew crimson at the compliment and she said, rather sternly, "I'm here at your aunt's request to supervise your behavior, Jamie, so you had better not try to get me to let up on you by complimenting me. Summoning up his cool, Jamie merely smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Claire, I have done this for your friends when they asked me."