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Aperitif

Straight out of the shower

So fresh  and so clean

Brazilian waxed with

Not a hair to be seen

My cheeks are divided

All treasures on view

Just waiting for action

You know what to do

My bottom is twitching

Awaiting your strap

And sweet stinging pleasure

From the leather’s tight wrap

Aim good so the tip

Smacks me right at the core

Tip kissing my asshole

Sweet burning, so sore

Red cheeks then a-glowing

And deep in between

Sweet fig starts a-weeping

And you know what that means

So now that I’m tender

And juicy and tight

I’ll welcome your member 

Where you wanted, last night

My rosebud is eager

For your penile desires

Squeeze past my defences 

And claim this sweet prize

Slide deep, slide slowly

Til you’re fully enclosed

And your shaft is embedded

In my tight little rose

But don’t be excited

Don’t act in such haste

My pussy is empty

And that’s such a waste

So have my dark secret

For your aperitif

But save your finale

For my soft silken sheath

Her muscles will squeeze you

And tease you and goad

Til control is all gone and

Your orgasm explodes

Missy and the Judge

Missy rapped Judge’s door

The command came too soon

To enter his chambers

And pay for the Piper’s tune

 

Judge gazed on her beauty

Such an angelic face

But lurking beneath that

She hid her family’s disgrace

 

Judge stood from his chair

Stared her straight in the face

He wanted to make her

Afraid of this place

 

”Now listen here, Missy

You’ve been quite the lass

You’ve been sharing your virtue

With your whole graduating class”

 

“Your folks if they could

They’d have you off to the jail

But I persuaded ‘em rightly

You just need a sting in the tail”

 

“So let’s get right to it

I’ve a lot to get done

Get yourself in position

I will not make this fun”

 

Missy shucked off her jeans

Dropped her pants to the ground

Stepped out of her garments

And turned right around

 

She bent from the waist

And she touched her toes

She spread her feet wide

And she held that pose

 

The Judge stared at her beauty

And he sucked in his cheeks

As he gazed lustily on

Her toned naked physique

 

With firm rounded buttocks

And a deep cleft in between

Leading down past her asshole

To the sweetest pussy he’d seen

 

The Judge tried to speak

Tried to sound real butch

But instead he just gasped

And sputtered and such

 

He coughed and he spat

All that tough guy stuff

And he tried once again

With a voice deep and gruff

 

“Now listen her Missy,

You put your family to shame

You know you’re a bad’un

And I need to whip in some pain”

 

“There’s a long list of boys

Who they tell me you’ve fucked

And a few of the girls

Who’s pussies you’ve sucked”

 

“I saw with my own eyes

Your shamelessly brazen display

When I peeped in your window

When your folks were away”

 

“You were down on your knees

Your bare ass sticking up

With a big rubber dildo

Plugging your tight little butt”

 

“Young Joshua was with you

You had his dick in your mouth

And then up your arsehole

When that dildo popped out”

 

“He fucked you so deeply

His balls slapped your cunt

As he reamed out your asshole

And then he came with a grunt”

 

“I said a strapping would cure you

Make you think twice ‘bout sex

And I offered to do it

With your Pappy’s bad neck”

 

With no further ado

The Judge whipped out his strap

And raised the thick leather

High over his back

 

He whipped that strap down

Striking Missy’s full moons

She screamed bloody murder

As the sweet agony ballooned

 

Again and again,

Judge whipped her cheeks raw

‘Til her bottom was glowing

And her cheeks were quite sore

 

Judge threw down the strap then,

To admire the sight

Of Missy’s firm buttocks

So glowing and tight

 

He took both her cheeks

And spread them apart

And just as he did so

She let out a fart

 

He leapt back in shock

At the sudden warm gust

He was quite lost for words

Yet it strengthened his lust

 

“So that’s how you play it

You dirty young slut!

Well let’s stop any more gases

Sneaking out of your butt”

 

He whipped out his dick

And slicked some spit on his pole

Then pressed home his member

Into Missy’s tight hole

 

Judge fucked her quite strongly

For a man past his best

Til the tightness of arsehole

Was too much to resist

 

With a last balls deep thrust

He erupted inside

And he took a last gasp

As his heart fluttered and died

 

Now sore cross both cheeks

And sore deep in between

The dead Judge and Missy

Made a sight quite obscene

 

She forced herself upright

His cock slipped out of her bum

She felt the cool air waft

Up her stretched out rectum

 

She slipped on her knickers

Pulled her jean shorts up high

And strolled out of the Chambers

Where Judge had just died

 

 

Sammi Smites Stevie

Sammi and Dom entered the studio quietly, wanting to catch Stevie, the photographer / shoot director off-guard. Their approach was masked by the bright lights illuminating the runway and casting the rest of the room into shadow. They took in the room. There were several large lighting stands and a Vaudeville style stage which incorporated a runway. Three models in lacy lingerie and high heels stood looking bored and aloof as a young, slim and definitely gay Stevie tried to explain the shots he was aiming for. It was obvious that the models either didn’t know their jobs, or were being deliberately obtuse to fluster Stevie, and clearly it was working. Sammi and Dom watched as he approached the runway to give direction. As he reached out a hand to pose one of the models she slapped him away and barked, “Get your hands off me, you little piece of shit. Who do you think you are to touch me!”

Sammi flared at this and stormed forward, Dom dashing to keep up. She rounded on the model, now nervously backing away down the runway. “You can get your skinny arse back to the dressing room. I’ll be in to talk to you all soon enough, once I’ve dealt with young Stevie here.” The three stood in shocked silence. “MOVE!” roared Sammi, and as one the threesome shot back along the stage to the sanctuary of the dressing room.

Sammi turned now to Stevie who was smirking at the treatment he had seen his nemesis receive. “Oh Miss Williams, I’m so pleased you came by. The girls are such a handful,” he gushed.

Sammi stared. “No words, Stevie. No more words. You are a week late and $10,000 over budget. No more words. But Carla did give me a message to pass on to you.” With that she tugged down the zipper of her skirt and let the fabric fall in a pool at her feet. She had not replaced her knickers after her earlier thrashing and so was now naked from the waist down. Behind her she heard Dom’s intake of breath as he saw the full extent of the damage caused by Carla’s cane just an hour ago. Sammi’s bum was a criss-cross of welts which had begun to darken into deep bruises. She turned so her back was now to Stevie, and she heard his gasp as he saw her well-decorated cheeks.

She turned back to face him, standing legs apart with her hands on her naked hips. “If you want to work in this town again, you will take the message I am going to give you to heart and you will learn your trade under me and you will, in time, become a valued member of the Whiplash Marketing team.”  She paused for effect, then spoke quietly and menacingly. “If, however, you choose to leave, you will be sued for the full costs of this shoot and you will never work in this industry as long as Carla and I are able to prevent it. Your choice!”

Stevie looked from Sammi to Dom and back. He could see he had no way out. Whiplash had such a huge reputation that he needed this job on his resume. He swallowed hard. “W-what message do you have to give me?” he stammered.

Sammi just smiled and reached a hand back for her kitbag. Dom passed it over and she dropped it heavily on the floor before reaching inside to extract a pair of leather cuffs joined by a stout chain. She looked around and spied a swivel stool on wheels that Stevie used when shooting. She examined it, and finding it to her satisfaction she summoned Stevie over to stand behind the stool. Sammi raised the seat to be level with Stevie’s waist. “Bend over the seat and reach down,” she ordered. Stevie quickly complied, anxious to avoid further antagonizing of Sammi. As he did so she quickly snapped the restraints onto his wrists and secured them around the central leg of the stool. Stevie jerked against the restraints, “W-what are you doing?” he cried.

“Oh, I think you know,” Sammi replied. She reached under him to unbutton his jeans, then tugged his pants and underwear down to his feet to hobble him. She stood again, taking in the sight of his naked butt, poised and vulnerable. “Oh, what’s this?” she exclaimed, touching his cheek. A tattoo marked his smooth, pale flesh. A tattoo of an imp bending and showing his naked butt. Underneath were the words ‘Bite Me’.  “I do believe I will take that as an invitation, young Stevie. I’m guessing you must be a little Twinkie, am I right? Well let’s see if Momma can give it to you as good as your Daddy does!”

Sammi reached into the bag and pulled out the familiar strap. “A quick warm-up, I think, then we can get down to Carla’s message.” She pulled the strap back and cracked it across his tender cheeks. Dom winced as he saw the strap bite into Stevie’s slender behind and whip around to mark his outer thigh. He recalled the venom with which Sammi had lashed him just a short while back. He had not sat comfortably for some time after that night. But now it was someone else on the receiving end at least. He watched as Sammi whipped the strap across Stevie’s bum a dozen times. The sight of her half naked while she whipped Stevie’s soft, smooth bum had him straining in his pants.

Sammi saw him watching and glanced down at his bulging crotch. “You can stay if you like – didn’t know this was your taste, but if want to be useful you can instill some discipline into those prima donnas in the dressing room. I’m going to be a while here. “ She punctuated these final words with a few well-placed whacks with the strap, before throwing it to the ground and reaching between Stevie’s legs to squeeze his sac and shaft.

Dom took his cue and jumped up onto the runway, heading to the dressing room. Meanwhile Sammi had brought Stevie to full attention with her expert manipulations. “Not just a boy-toy then, are you?” she teased, rolling his glans in her palm. Stevie groaned and twitched as she fondled him. “No fun for you though, just for me!” she declared, and pulled Carla’s cane from her bag. She gave Stevie 10 hard forehand cuts, then switched sides to deliver 10 backhand cuts. Each hard, deliberate stroke brought a sharp yelp from Stevie, until by the end he was gasping, sore and broken. “Just one more part of the message, then we are done,” Sammi declared. She reached into the bag once more and pulled out a double-ended strap-on. She carefully inserted the device into her wet pussy, then strapped the dildo around her waist. She took a liberal scoop of lubricant and pressed it between Stevie’s sore cheeks, then pressed the blunt tip of the rubber shaft against his anus, and pushed. He gave a sharp cry as the shaft entered him, but his cries turned to moans of satisfaction as she began to fuck him. Each thrust rocked the shaft in her pussy, teasing and building her own orgasm. As she felt her climax build she increased her pace in Stevie’s arse. She started as he cried out and shot his cum on the floor, just as her own orgasm crashed through her. She pulled the hard rubber from his gaping anus and he collapsed, exhausted and sated over the stool.

Dom’s voice broke the spell. He called out as he stepped from behind the stage curtain, “If you’ve done with your boy-toy down there, I’ve been working pretty hard back here too.” He signalled to the girls and out walked six beautiful women, all knickerless. They lined up along the edge of the runway and turned their backs to Sammi. She stared open-mouthed at Dom as she drank in the sight of six well-reddened and beautiful backsides facing her.

Nature’s Ointment

Sammi paused to admire the firm, young brown buttocks presented for her strap. Dominic clearly was determined not to show any weakness in the eyes of his female protagonists. He was taking his strapping stoically, though certainly not in total silence. He had locked himself in position by linking his arms behind his knees. This position, with his feet planted wide for balance, gave Sammi a delightful view of his tight buttocks, spread wide to reveal the darker whorl of his anus. And beneath hung his heavy balls and that magnificent cock. His erection had softened but his shaft was still turgid and full of promise. A strand of clear juice hung from the tip, glistening in the light. Sammi reached under him to cup the strand in her palm, then rolled her palm around his cock head, lubricating the bluntness with his own juice. She rolled her palm around the tender skin, stiffening him once more and eliciting a guttural grunt. (more…)

Machismo

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“Come on now, don’t be shy. It goes easier on the first to volunteer. You should know that, Jo.” Carla slapped the strap into her palm as she looked from one to the other. Dominic stood with his pants around his ankles and his erection poking through his shirt tails. ‘I’ll give him credit,’ thought Carla, ‘He’s not the least bit fazed being half-naked in front of a room full of women. Almost as if he likes to strut his stuff.’

As if he had read her thoughts, Dominic kicked away his pants, strode to the centre of the room and bent forwards to grasp his ankles. His feet were spread apart, giving the women a glorious view of his toned, burnished buttocks and the heavy weight of his cock and balls beneath. The three collectively held their breath as they drank in the sight of the young buck, bent to receive his lashing. Dominic glanced back. “Well, are we doing this or not? If one of you wants to get down here I can show you how it’s done. And I can tell you, I’ll take double whatever you do!” (more…)

Juvenile, Knackers and Leather

The next day, Carla and Sammi were in the office working on the shoot for the Bryson Motors campaign when raised voices disturbed their concentration. They tried to ignore the commotion, and almost succeeded, until the shouting turned to shrieks and then the distinctive sound of a palm striking bare flesh. The pair looked at each other, dropped what they were doing and dashed outside.

The sight before them stopped them in their tracks. Dominic had Jo across his knees. He had her skirt up and knickers down, and he was spanking her bare bottom vigorously. Jo was kicking and bucking, screaming at him at the top of her voice, “Stop you fucking moron! If you don’t stop fucking smacking me I will rip your knackers off and shove them down your throat OWWWW!!” (more…)

Initiation

Later that evening, Carla and Sammi were sitting with a glass of wine, enjoying the quiet after the pressures of the day. Sammi turned to Carla, “So, did you think any more about young Dominic’s initiation?”

Carla lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes, imagining the possibilities for Dominic’s initiation. She smiled as she thought of his delicious, chocolate brown bum bent to her will. She recalled her first introduction to him, when she had licked his balls as he fucked Sammi. His balls had hung low and heavy and she licked her lips as she recalled their firmness in her mouth, and the taste of his shaft, wet with Sammi’s juices.

She imagined Dominic on his knees, bum high and legs spread. She would reach between his legs and fondle his cock and ball-sac, maybe finger-fuck his arse as she did so. And then she would spank him. A long, delicious, hard, slow and very thorough spanking. And throughout she would finger and fondle his thick shaft to keep him hard. She would use his own juices to lubricate his cock-head and drive him absolutely wild by rapidly rubbing his cock tip with her palm. She would tease and tug his balls, keeping him just on the edge of pain yet desperate for more. Maybe she would use her dildo to fuck his bum between spankings, gently thrusting past his inevitable resistance until she could slide the thick shaft in and out of his tight brown hole. And then the spanking, oh yes! The spanking. She would start with her hairbrush, the wooden one with the broad, thick back. This would really warm his cheeks. She knew she could break him with just the brush if she chose, but she had more in store. She wanted to crop him too. Her favourite crop had a broad, flat circle of stiff leather at the tip that would lay on a rapid fire stinging all over his cheeks. She would use the crop to slap his bum-hole too, stretched and sore from the dildo fucking. And then she would use the strap, of course. She owed him a good, hard thrashing to pay-back for the bruised cheeks she still had. He would have to take at least 20 of her best since he gave her close to that number without a warm-up.

And then she would flip him over and sit on his face so he could thank her properly for his whipped bum and well-fucked arse. She would enjoy tasting his shaft once more as he serviced her to keep him good and ready for when she crawled down his body and slid his length into her wet, willing and ready cunt. And then she would grind her pussy down his shaft, taking every inch as his length. And then she would slide slowly, slowly up until his tip hovered at the outer rim of her pussy, so she could slide down him like a pole dancer. And with every thrust, she would thrust her buttocks out, giving him a front row view of the buttocks he bruised and her anus, puckering fluttering in time with the pressure inside her sheath. He would see her lips clinging to his shaft as she climbed, and then clinging to him as she sank back down, slamming to his root. She would squeeze and grasp his bollocks as she rode him hard to her orgasm. And as soon as she came, she would slide his still-hard cock out of her tight sheath and leave him standing tall, twitching and deserate. And then he would know that his purpose was to serve at her pleasure, NOT his.

Carla turned her head to Sammi. “Didn’t give it another thought, You?”

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And that was I for the A to Z Challenge. This story is gaining its own life. I’m really looking forward to seeing what Carla, Sammi and Dominic get up to from here! I do think Dominic will be living some of my fantasies, so if you have any of your own you would like to live through Carla, Sammi or Dominic, just let me know. I’m here to please 🙂

 

If you are late to the party, the story started here.