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It\'s all in the mind!

Part 10

Part 10

Part 10.

 

The following morning both girls came down to breakfast with broad smiles on their faces.

 

“Morning girls, sleep well?” I grinned.  They both grinned back.  Sandra came over and sat on my lap, planting a wet kiss on my cheek as she did so, Helen looked at me with adoring eyes and said, “That was amazing last night Steve.  Can we do it again like that?  Please Steve, can we?”

 

“Yes, come on Steve, say we can do it like that again, please?” Sandra joined in.

 

I smiled at their eager faces, then slipped my hand up Sandra’s smart grey school skirt and began to stroke her pussy lips through her knickers. She wriggled her bottom, opening her legs to allow me easier access.  Helen watched, fascinated as I amused myself with her kid sister’s body.

 

“I’d love to do it like that again, I really enjoyed it.”  I smiled at them.  Helen responded with a sibilant “Yessss!” Sandra sighed and pushed her hips further forward, presenting her hot little snatch for my pleasure.

 

After a moment or two of tweaking her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her knickers I pulled my hand away and pushed her gently off my lap.  “Ohhh!”  She said disappointedly, looking at me sulkily from under her eyebrows, “That was nice. Why did you stop?”

 

“Because we don’t have time.  You have to go to school and I have to go to work.  If you’re a good little girl I may tickle your pussy some more later, now get away with you!”  I gave her a playful smack on her firm little bum.  She squealed deliciously, then went off to get some breakfast.

 

“Me too!”  Helen insisted, “If you’re doing her then you have to do me too, that’s only fair, isn’t it?”

 

Surprisingly, Sandra agreed, “Yes that’s right Steve, if you’re playing with my, er, my…”

 

“Your pussy.  Call it your pussy, I like that.”  I urged.  She giggled again.

 

“OK then, if you’re playing with my pussy.”  She paused and giggled shyly, “Then I think it’s only fair that you play with Helen’s too!”  She glanced across at Helen, then both of them were laughing outright.

 

“So what will you do for me when I’m playing with your nice little pussies?”  I asked in mock seriousness.

 

“Anything!  Whatever you like!  Anything at all.”  They practically shouted at me.

 

“Well, I’ll have to have a think abut that.  What would I like two pretty girls to do to me while I play with their pussies?  I’ll think about that and tell you later, how does that sound?”

 

They giggled happily.

 

“I have to warn you though, it may be something very, very rude!”

 

More giggles.  Just then Sally entered the room.

 

“What’s all the giggling about then?”  She enquired with a smile on her face.

 

“Your daughters were just asking me to play with their pussies tonight, and they said they’d do whatever I wanted to me while I did that.  I was just warning them that I might want them to do something very rude, that’s all!” 

 

Sally laughed heartily, “Well I should jolly well hope so too!  I would say that’s only fair, don’t you think so too girls?”

 

Helen and Sandra both agreed, and then all four of us were laughing.

 

Sally grabbed a quick bite to eat as the girls made their way off to school.  As Helen passed me on her way to the door she paused briefly, then murmured, “I love you Steve, and I love your lovely big cock too!”  She blushed and smiled shyly, then followed Sandra out of the front door.

 

Sally looked quite the sophisticated lady that morning.  Her hair tied up neatly, delicate make-up applied, a dark blue silk blouse and black pencil skirt.  Dark, seamed stockings and modest high heels completed her look.  I complimented her on her appearance.  She smiled happily to me.  “I’m really glad you like it.”

 

“Oh I’d put it stronger than that, love.”  I grinned, “But if we don’t hurry up we’re going to be late.” I warned.  “Come on. Let’s get going.”  As I walked past her I gave her a crisp smack on her shapely arse.  She squealed in alarm, then looked at me with a mixture of shock and desire on her face.  I could practically read her mind by now.  She was immediately thinking of her fantasises of being spanked.  Her face turned slightly pink and she followed me to the car hurriedly.

 

As we drove to work I teased her about the number of orgasms she’d enjoyed as the girls and I had played.  Instead of complaining or begging me to stop as she usually did when I teased her about such things, she actually seemed to be enjoying the experience.

 

“Which bit did you like best then?” I demanded.

 

“I really enjoyed all of it.  But if I had to choose just one moment, then it would be when you lifted Helen’s hips and pushed your lovely, hard cock into her, with Sandra still licking at both of you.  That drove me right over the edge, I can tell you!”

 

“You’re something else, Sal.  The girls really enjoyed it too, they were practically begging me to do it that way again this morning.”

 

“I’m not at all surprised!  They were having a fantastic time under your expert tuition!”

 

“And what about you?  Are you looking forward to putting on another show for Richard some time soon?”

 

She shuddered, crossed her arms across her tits and clamped her legs together in an instinctive gesture.  “I would never say that I was looking forward to having that lecherous bastard near me, no.  But I have to admit, the feelings afterwards are pretty good!”  She laughed again, sounding genuinely happy.

 

“I’d really like him to see you naked.  How do you feel about that?”

 

“I er, well I, I, I don’t know, I’d rather not, if I’m being honest.  Just the thought of him looking at me.  Jesus!  It’s bad enough when he’s looking down my top, but to be stark naked in front of him!”  She shuddered again.  “I don’t think I’d like that at all.”

 

“You’re not supposed to like it, remember?  It’s all about shame and humiliation, right?  You hate him, so what better way to get that thrill than have him able to examine every little inch of you.  Maybe he could even have a bit of a feel?”

 

“No! I won’t ever let that bastard get his paws on me, never!  Christ, I’d rather die first.  Oh God, the thought of him touching me, it’s enough to put me off any kind of sex for ever.  Please don’t ever ask me to do that, Steve, I really couldn’t do it, ok?”

 

I grinned at her, “OK love, it was just a thought.  Forget it.”  She smiled a relieved smile at me, completely unaware that she had just given me an idea for her next torture!

 

Sally sauntered casually around the office all morning, looking very sexy and very confident.  I was amused to notice that she turned a few male heads as she went about her work.  I knew that she’d notice this, and would believe that it was her duty to make herself attractive for the enjoyment of the men around her, whilst hating every moment of it!  I was at a meeting for most of the afternoon, when I returned to the office Sally was looking flustered, and made her way over to me as soon as it was time to leave.

 

“Everything ok?” I asked.

 

“Not really.”

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing.  Let’s go, shall we?”

 

We walked to the car in silence; Sally seemed to relax as we left the office behind.  After a few minutes of driving I asked here again, “What’s wrong, Sal?”

 

“Nothing. I’m being silly, forget it.”

 

“No come on.”

 

“Well, it’s just that a few of the guys in the office have been looking me up and down a bit today, and you know how I don’t really like that, ok?”

 

“But there’s no harm in it.”

 

“I know.  Like I said, I’m just being silly.  Don’t worry, I’ll be ok.”  She forced a weak smile.  I grinned inwardly.  Her programming was total now!

 

We arrived home at just the same time as the girls.  As the front door closed Sally announced she was going for a shower and Helen took my hand and began to lead me towards the stairs.  “Steve?”  She said as seductively as she could manage at such a young age.

 

“Yes Helen?”

 

“Can we go to the bedroom please?  I’ve been thinking about your lovely hard cock all day, and it’s made me feel all, sort of, well I mean, you know, like I want to…  I don’t know how to say it.”  She said with a note of surprise in her voice.

 

“Randy, my darling!”  Sally suggested, “You’re feeling randy.  Or horny.  Whichever you like. You could even say you need a good seeing to. It’s all the same my love.  It means you want some, and I know that feeling very well, especially where Steve and his lovely cock are concerned!”  Helen and Sally both laughed at the shared joke. 

 

“Well in that case, I’m randy too.”  Sandra announced, “Will you give me a good seeing to as well, Steve?”  Sally and Helen laughed some more.  Sandra failed to get the joke.

 

“What?  What’s so funny?  Why is it ok for you two to be randy, but not me?”  She was becoming angry, and I knew a tantrum could well follow soon.

 

“There’s nothing wrong with you feeling randy, Sandra.  Come upstairs and show me how randy you are, then.”

 

I made my way to the stairs and Sandra bolted past me, running towards the main bedroom.  Sally and Helen grinned at each other and followed on.  By the time I reached the bedroom Sandra had removed her blouse, bra and skirt.  As I entered the room she pushed her knickers down and bent over to remove her white school socks, giving me a perfect view of her hot little slit.  She stood up and turned to face me, grinning all over her face.  She reached out and took hold of my hand, guiding it between her legs.

 

“Feel my pussy.”  She blurted out.  I heard Helen gasp behind me.  I could feel the heat and dampness between her legs even before I slipped my finger between her folds.  As I found her clit and began to stroke it she gasped and then groaned, “Oh Yesss!  Oh that’s lovely, oh do that some more Steve.”

 

I was happy to oblige, of course, teasing her hard little bud, coaxing the sensitive head out from under its’ hood.  She was soon rocking her hips back and forth on my hand, eyed closed in concentration.  I reached out with my other hand and began to stroke her small, puffy nipples.  Her brow furrowed in pleasure and she groaned again.

 

I glanced ‘round to see Helen undressing as quickly as she could.  In no time she was naked and standing behind me.  She put her hands around me in an embrace, then began to fumble with the fastenings of my trousers.  Her fingers moved swiftly and expertly, releasing my stiffening cock.

 

She stroked cool fingers along the length of my shaft, then cupped my balls with her other hand.  “Oh Steve!”  She purred, “It’s so lovely.  Oh I love the way it feels, so hard and hot, and yet the skin is so smooth, silky almost.”

 

“I love the taste of it.”  Sally announced.  She was naked now too, and as I fingered Sandra she knelt in front of me and gently pushed Helen’s hand aside so she could take my glans into her mouth.  I let go of Sandra’s tiny tits and felt behind me for Helen.  I quickly found her hot cunt and began to play with her clit too.  Soon both girls were gasping and groaning as I teased their buttons while their mother sucked and licked urgently at my cock.

 

I savoured the scene for a minute or two, then pulled my cock away from Sally and motioned for Sandra to get down on all fours on the bed. She did so at once, and I carefully positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her tunnel.  I pulled her pussy lips gently apart, feeling her tense with expectation, then slid slowly into her, feeling the muscles of her pussy stretch to accommodate me.

 

She sighed happily as I began to build a steady rhythm.  I reached under her and found her clit again, stroking it and teasing it.  She began to moan softly with each inward stroke of my cock, pushing her hips back onto my stabbing shaft.  I felt her begin to push back with increasing urgency, and then she froze, her body shaking as she climaxed.  As she finished her orgasm she fell forward on the bed, my cock slipping from her.

 

Helen immediately took hold of it, almost pulling me over to her.  She lay on her back and opened her legs wide.  “Please Steve, please do me.  I want it so bad, Steve, please give it to me.”  I was happy to oblige and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and sank slowly down into her, not stopping until I was in up to the hilt. I started to play with her tits, cupping each small handful then stroking her nipples, teasing them until they stood proud and stiff.  I ducked my head and sucked each of them into my mouth, feeling the waves of pleasure rush through her.

 

I began to drive into her, using rough, deep strokes, making her tits shake with each impact. She gasped and groaned, stroked my chest and looked up at me lovingly.  I sucked her nipples again and then felt her climax.  She thrust her hips up at me as she began to orgasm, reaching out and grabbing my hips, pulling me to her, then fell back gasping for breath.  As her orgasm subsided she turned to look at Sandra and they both grinned at each other.

 

I pulled my cock from her and turned to face Sally, who was again sitting in a chair, busily fingering herself.  “Your turn Sal!”  I laughed.  She looked at me hungrily, then stood and walked slowly over to me.  The girls made space on the bed and Sally lay down, opening her legs wide as she did so.  Her pussy lips were slick with her juices, her stiff clit clearly visible.  I climbed between her thighs and ran the head of my cock over her moist slit.  As I did so she groaned and arched her back, pushing her pussy towards me.

 

I began to sip into her, inch by inch.  Helen and Sandra watched in fascination as I slowly fucked their mother.  When I had penetrated her as much as I could I began to grind my pubic bone into hers, rubbing my pubes against her clit.  She moaned and began to push back at me.  I rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them stiffen at my touch.  I pulled my hips back, almost pulling out of her completely, then drove back into her brutally.  Her tits shook wonderfully and she cried out in shock and pleasure.  I repeated this over and over again, each time she moaned or cried out, pushing her hips up to meet my cock as it rushed into her.

 

I glanced at the girls to see that both of them were openly stroking their pussies, Sandra laying back, legs spread wide and fingers rapidly rubbing at her clit, Helen only slightly less obvious, a hand clutching her cunt as she rocked back and forth on it.  Both were staring fixedly at my cock as it drove repeatedly, savagely into their mother's hot, wet hole.   Sally was grunting and crying out with each stroke, lost on the pleasure of the moment.

 

I leant in close and whispered in her ear, “Do you want me to carry on like this, or would you like to do it our special way?”

 

Her eyes opened wide in shock.  “Y, you mean…?”

 

“Mmmm, yes!  Would you like it up the shitter?”

 

“I can’t.”  She whispered, “Not with them watching.”

 

“Girls, me and your mum are going to do something special to us.  You can stay and watch or leave, it’s up to you.”

 

Neither of them showed any sign of moving.  “Come on Sal, turn over.”  I murmured in her ear.  She looked desperately unsure.

 

“Please Steve, I really don’t know about this.”

 

“Go on mum, do it if it makes you feel good.”  Sandra called.

 

“Yeah, go on mum.”  Helen agreed.

 

I took my cock out of her pussy and waited.  She stared at me, a look of almost panic on her face, then said, “Oh what the hell.”

 

She turned and pushed her shapely bum up at me.  I knelt behind her and positioned my cock at her puckered hole.  The girls shifted position so they could see clearly.  I started to push into Sally’s back door.  As I began to penetrate her I heard Helen say, almost to herself, “But that’s the wrong hole.  He can’t put it up there, that’s not the right way.”

 

I slipped deeper and deeper into Sally, finally I was deep in her bowels.  She climaxed at once, as she had been programmed to do, a sobbing, twitching orgasm, which left her gasping for breath.  Once again I heard Helen say, “Oh my God, he’s pushed it up her bum! Oh that’s gross.”

 

“She doesn’t think so!”  Sandra laughed, “She likes it, look.”

 

I began to fuck Sally’s arse, using long, deep strokes, giving her my entire length.  She moaned and gasped almost continually, reaching between her legs to play with her clit or stroke my balls.  The girls continued to watch in fascination.  Finally I felt my own climax start.  I groaned and began to shoot into her bowels.  This was the signal for her to come again, and she wailed as her orgasm tore through her.  As we both collapsed, exhausted, gasping for breath I glanced over to see Helen looking appalled and confused, still rocking back and forth on the hand buried between her thighs.  Sandra had stopped watching us, having closed her eyes and given herself over to the pleasures her fingers were bringing to her.

 

I lay back and closed my eyes, listening to their breathing quicken as they approached orgasm, contrasting with mine and Sally’s, which were gently slowing.  Sandra climaxed first.  She let out a small cry of joy, and then clamped her thighs tightly together for several moments.  A short time later Helen gasped and tensed, and then she too was lost in the pleasure of the moment.

 

I drifted off into a light sleep, thoroughly contented.  When I woke a few minutes later the girls were gone.  I looked around quizzically.  Sally said at once, “The girls have gone off to recover, they’ll see us downstairs.”

 

I smiled lazily, “That was good!  Did you enjoy it?”

 

She smiled back, “Oh yes!  But I think I need to have a word with the girls about our ‘special’.  I think it might have disturbed Helen in particular.”

 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

 

Sally smiled at me, contented and trusting, then went off for her shower.  I lay back on the bed and thought of how I wanted things to develop in the following few weeks.  A couple of things Sally had said during the previous few days had given me some interesting ideas, but I needed to plan things carefully to make them happen.  I was just putting the finishing touches to my first moves when Sally emerged from the bathroom, naked except for the towel wrapped around her hair.

 

“You ok, darling?”  She asked, her voice concerned.

 

“I’m fine.  Really fine.”  I smiled up at her.  Then I dropped her under.

 

“Sally, what have you been thinking about today?”

 

She smiled an almost secret smile.  “I’ve been imagining you watching as I move around the office.  I’m being watched by a few of the men there and you’re getting angry with me for showing off so shamelessly, even though there’s nothing I can do about it.  I imagined how you would be when we got home.  You were really annoyed with me, and you shouted at me, telling me off for being so provocative.  I imagined I tried to make a joke out of it, tried to get you to laugh it off, but this was the wrong idea.  I imagined you pulling me across your lap then lifting my skirt.  You were furious with me, saying ‘I’ll show you how funny it is’, and ‘it’s about time you learned a lesson’.  Then you pulled my panties down to my knees and began to spank my bare bottom.  I cry and moan because I want you to think I’m suffering, but really I’m loving it.  I can feel myself getting turned on as you smack my bottom.”

 

“You want me to spank you?”  I already knew the answer, of course.

 

She groaned involuntarily, “Oh God, yes!”

 

“But what will I spank you for?  There’ll have to be a reason, won’t there?”

 

“I suppose so.”

 

“Maybe you could make a reason?  Do something you know will annoy me, just so you can apologise and suggest that I spank you as punishment?  How about that?”

 

She smiled again, “Oh Yes!  Oh I could do that, couldn’t I?  I’d be a naughty girl and you’d punish me for it!”

 

“OK, Sal.  When I wake you, I want you to start to imagine what you could do to make me annoyed.  Remember, it’s got to be something that would make me angry, so that you can apologise and offer to be spanked to make it up to me.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I then began to programme her for the next instalment in my game.  I carefully implanted the first of what would be a series of ‘facts’, which would slowly embed themselves into her consciousness.  Within a short time she would come to believe in them with unquestioning certainty.  Then I would proceed to the next part.  Once I was sure she understood my instructions I counted her awake, then before she could make any kind of comment I told her I was going to see Richard and Hannah.

 

I rang the doorbell of Richard’s home and waited for an answer.  The door was opened by Edward, who immediately invited me inside.  As he closed the door behind me he called out, “Dad, Steve’s here.”

 

I heard Richard make some response from upstairs, but before he could come down Donna came hurrying from the kitchen, a beaming smile on her face.  “Hello darlin’!”  She yapped, “Lovely to see you.  Come upstairs, Richard’s been waiting for you.”  She took my hand and led me to the stairs.  As we began to climb I looked back and saw that both Edward and Hannah were engrossed in a TV programme.  I reached and deliberately cupped the cheek of her arse, stroking it firmly.  She glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned, then winked and said softly, “Cheeky!” 

 

I carried on fondling her arse until we reached the top of the stairs.  She lead me to the spare room which had now become my base for corrupting Richard and his family.  As I entered the room he looked up at me and grinned. “How are you, mate?”  He asked, jovially.

 

“Fine thanks.  How are you feeling about the flight now?”

 

“You know, I haven’t thought about it all day!  Usually I think about it at some point, but today I was able to forget all about it. Bloody brilliant!”

 

“And when you do think about it?”

 

He shrugged and smiled, “No worries!”  He grinned.  I smiled back.

 

“How about you, Donna?  How are the fingernails?”

 

She giggled.  “I ‘aven’t ‘ad a nibble all day!” 

 

I asked the two of them to sit down for a moment, then put them both under.  I shut Donna down, telling her she wouldn’t hear what I was saying to Richard, then re-enforced what I had already planted into Richard’s brain.  He liked me being around Donna, liked me seeing her in various states of undress, and saw nothing wrong in me taking the most diabolical liberties with his wife!  Then I suggested a few new ideas which he was to absorb, made him feel an abiding gratitude to me for curing him of his fear of flying and reminded him what a good friend I was for allowing him to view Sally’s body.  Then I shut him down too.

 

I began to work on Donna.  I gave her some new instructions, then reminded her of how she liked to please me, how I could touch her at will.  Then decided to have some fun.

 

“Donna, did you play with yourself last night?”

 

“Yes I did.” 

 

“How was that?”

 

She frowned.  “Not good.  I was all worked up after you had left yesterday, so I waited until Richard was busy in his workshop and the kids had gone to bed, then I went to our room and started to have a play.  I did all the things that usually work for me; played with my boobs, used my favourite vibrator, even thought of my favourite fantasy, but I just couldn’t get there.  Every time I thought I was going to come, it just slipped away from me.”

 

“What is your favourite fantasy?”  I asked out of interest.

 

“I’m a nurse, working on a hospital ward, and there’s this really dishy bloke comes in, and I can’t take my eyes off him, and then I have to give him a bed bath, right?  So I start to wash him down, and he’s got a lovely body, and then I get to his cock and he’s just enormous! I can’t believe the size of him.  And I tell him I have to wash it too, and he says “Go for it, baby!”  And so I start to stroke his monster cock.  And it starts to grow, and it’s throbbing away in my hand and he says, “Jesus baby, you do that so well, you’ve got to help me.  It’s been five years since I last had a woman.”  And so I say, “Well let’s do something about that!”  And I climb on top of him and sink down on his huge great muscle and he pushes up into me, and it fills me right up and he just pounds away in me until he comes, and there’s just masses of it, spilling out all over the place, and then I come!”  She sighed happily.

 

“But that didn’t work for you last night?”

 

“No.”  She said, the disappointment in her voice obvious.

 

“And it usually does?”

 

“Always!”

 

“Donna, tonight you’ll be incredibly turned on.  You’ll be desperate for a climax.  But you won’t be able to get there.  You won’t have sex with Richard, even though you know he could bring you off. You’ll imagine how it would be to have sex with me, and you’ll try to bring yourself off using your fingers and your toys, but you won’t be able to get there.  Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I left the two of them still under and went downstairs.  Hannah and Edward were still watching TV.  They didn’t even see me coming towards them.  I put them under effortlessly.

 

Once again I gave each of them some new programming.  Things which would come in useful at a later date.  Then I spoke to Hannah.

 

“You went to your boyfriend’s yesterday?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Did you have sex with him?”

 

“No.  His mum and dad were at home, so we couldn’t take the chance.”

 

“What did you do?”

 

“We went up to his room and we lay on the bed.  Then we kissed for a bit and he started to touch my boobs.  It felt really nice, so I let him carry on.  He put his hand up my T-shirt and I let him pull my bra aside and touch them.  I could feel my nipples going hard when he did that.  It was nice!”

 

“What next?”

 

“He started to feel my bum!  He always says he likes my bum.  He says it was the first thing he noticed about me!  Cheeky bugger!” She giggled happily.  “The he pushed his hand down my jeans so he could feel my bum some more.  That felt really tight, so I opened my jeans and he was able to get his hand in easier.  After a while he moved his hand and pushed it down the front of my jeans.  Then he pushed it into my knickers and went right down until he was touching my pussy.  Than felt really nice!  I let him do that for ages!  Then he took hold of my hand and pushed it down the front of his trousers.  God! His cock was rock hard!  I took hold of it and stroked it up and down a few times and he came! I just felt all his hot, sticky stuff shooting all over my hands, and I started to laugh! He laughed too, so that was ok, I suppose.  Then I went to the bathroom to clean up.”

 

“But you didn’t come?”

 

“No.  I never do when he uses his hands on me, and we’ve only gone all the way a few times, and he was really quick then.”

 

“So what do you do?”

 

“Well, when I got home I went up to my room, got undressed and started to have a bit of a fiddle!”

 

“Did you come?”

 

She giggled again, “Yes!”

 

“What did you think of when you were touching yourself?”

 

“I thought of Tommy touching me, only, I imagined him doing it really nicely, like I would do it myself, like he was really good at it.”

 

“Have you ever let anyone else touch your pussy?”

 

“No, never!”

 

“I want you to imagine how it would feel if someone else did.  I want you to imagine that someone else is touching you, and they’re much more gentle than Tommy.  Much more skilled.  They’ll make you feel so good, Hannah.  I want you to touch yourself every night in bed, and imagine yourself being played with by all sorts of different men, understand?”

 

She blushed, “Yes.”

 

“I also want you to leave the bathroom door unlocked when you’re in there.  If someone comes in and sees you, you won’t make any complaint to your Dad or Donna, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Then I told her that she wasn’t to be concerned about Donna wandering around the house in only her knickers and a low cut top. She was to think this was just fine.  Finally, I turned my attention to Edward.  Once again I gave him some specific instructions for the future, told him to regard Donna’s state of undress as a special visual treat for him which he was not to speak of.  Then I primed him.

 

“Edward you will listen out for the sound of your sister in the bathroom.  You will listen carefully and then you will go in when you think she is exposed.  You will try to cause her maximum embarrassment, and you will find the sight of her body very exciting, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I want you to remember exactly what happens so that you can describe it to me, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

As a parting gift to myself I gave Hannah’s tits a good squeeze, enjoying their youthful firmness, before I gave them a wake up count of ten.  By the time they awoke I was back upstairs with Richard and Donna. I gave them both the final instruction regarding Donna’s dress around the house, then woke them both.

 

I started to chat to Richard, as if nothing had happened.  Donna sat listening for a moment or two, then quietly stood up and left us alone.  She returned a few minutes later wearing plain white knickers and one of Richard’s gym vests, her full tits spilling out of its’ sides.  “Oooh, that feels more comfy!”  She giggled.  Richard didn’t bat an eyelid, carried on chatting away as I scrutinised his young wife.   I stayed chatting for a few more minutes, then made my excuses.

 

“I’ll show you to the door.”  Donna said at once.

 

“There’s no need, I know my way!” I said.

 

“No problem.”  She cooed, following me out of the room.  As she walked to the stairs I ran my hand over her firm, shapely arse once again.  She stopped still and looked over her shoulder at me again, smiling warmly.  I caressed each cheek in turn, then slipped my hand inside her knickers and began to knead the firm flesh.

 

“Jesus you look good!” I exclaimed.  She turned to face me, still smiling.  I reached out with my free hand and slipped it inside her top, cupping and caressing each globe in turn. She closed her eyes and sighed happily.  I pulled my hand out of her knickers and ran my fingertips over her mound. Her eyes opened in surprise, but she made no sound.  I felt the top of her slit with my finger, saw her eyes open still further as I pressed gently, putting pressure on her clit.  I winked at her, conspiratorially and she giggled.  Then I started to walk down the stairs.  She followed me dutifully, escorting me to the door like the ideal hostess. I grinned to myself at the thought of how Edward would enjoy the next few days, watching his stepmother parading around with her tits on display and being able to walk in on his sister with impunity.  Then I made my way back to Sally’s, knowing full well what awaited me there.

 

As I entered the house I could feel the atmosphere.  Sally was waiting for me, a sour look on her face.  The girls were nowhere to be seen.  Clearly she had thought of something to have a fight about and had ordered Helen and Sandra out of the way!  She started at once.

 

“I suppose you’ve been enjoying yourself with her again.”  She snapped.

 

“Chris Sal, not this again, please.”  I groaned, trying to mask my amusement at her lack of ingenuity.

 

“What’s she been doing this time?  Dancing around naked I suppose.  I mean, she’s already given you a good look at her knockers, hasn’t she?  As if you could miss those ridiculous things the way she thrusts them at you!”

 

“Sally they’re patients, you know that.”

 

“And what else?  I mean, if I were to invite our dentist around for lunch I’d hardly show him everything I’ve got, would I?  Not unless he was doing more than fixing my teeth anyway.  Is that it?  You sort her empty little head out and she shows her gratitude by dropping her knickers?  That’s right, isn’t it?  You’re bored with me and the girls, so now you’re having fun with the big-titted, bottle-blonde next door.  Jesus Steve, I thought you had more taste than that!”

 

It was an impressive show.  She’d obviously been rehearsing her words carefully.  I couldn’t wait to hear what came next.  I decided to play my part.

 

“You are being totally ridiculous, again.”  I snapped.  “We’ve been through this once, remember?  I explained that they were my patients and there was nothing for you to worry about.  So what if I have a bit of fun with her?  We’ve already established that there’s nothing wrong with that, and you agreed.  If we’re going to have this nonsense every time I treat another woman then I may as well move out now!”

 

She looked stunned.  Panic flashed across her face.  She hadn’t meant to push me that far, now needed to back off quickly to recover her plan.

 

“No! No Steve, please no.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be so silly I know that.  Please forgive me Steve. Please?”

 

It was all I could do not to laugh!  Instead I glared at her, feigning anger.  She came to me, throwing her arms around me, planting kisses along my neck, up onto my face.

 

“I’m sorry Steve, really I am.  I don’t know what came over me, really I don’t.  You’re right, of course. There’s nothing for me to be so upset about, I’m just being silly, I know.”

 

“Honestly, Sal.  Sometimes you act like a silly little girl.  I can’t be bothered with all this nonsense.”

 

“I know, oh God, I know Steve!”  She gasped, frantically trying to get the words out.  "That’s exactly how I behaved, like a silly little girl.”

 

“Yes, well, I can’t treat you like a silly little girl can I?  A silly little girl would be punished if she spoke to a grown up like that.”   I fed her the line, and I saw a light come on in her eyes.

 

“Perhaps you should.”

 

“What?”

 

“Perhaps you should.  Treat me like a silly little girl, I mean. Punish me for being so obnoxious and unfair.”

 

I was determined to play my part at least as well as she played hers!  “And how do I do that, give you detention?”  I sneered.

 

She pulled away from me, her head bowed in shame.  “No.  But there are other ways.”

 

“Go on.”

 

“Well, Steve. I mean, er, you could, er that is, if you felt I deserved it, and I’m sure I do for speaking to you like that, you could, er, well, you could smack my bottom.”  Her voice trailed away to almost nothing as she reached the end of her sentence.

 

“What did you say?”  I laughed.

 

She looked up at me, her face crimson with shame and embarrassment, more flustered than I had ever seen her before.  “I said you could smack my bottom.  That’s how silly little girls are usually treated, isn’t it?”  She shouted.  She was close to tears. “I’ve been horrid to you, and you didn’t deserve it, and I should make it up to you, and you have every right to punish me, and make sure I don’t do it again, and make sure I behave myself, and teach me a lesson so that I’ll remember.”  She was panting, her eyes darting wildly around the room, as if looking for an escape.

 

“And you think that’ll make up for your ridiculous suspicions?”

 

She drew in a ragged breath.  “I don’t know, Steve, honestly I don’t.  I really didn’t mean to be so horrid, and I really, really want to make it up to you, and I thought if you were to punish me, it would prove I was really sorry.”

 

“Well how many smacks do you think I should give you?”  I asked.

 

She blushed a furious shade of red from her neck to her hairline.  “As many as you want.  Punish me as much as you want, until you think I’ve made up for being so awful.”  She looked at me with desperation written all over her face.  She had manufactured the row and it looked to her as if she had gone too far.  Now she was practically begging me to spank her.

 

“So how does this work?”  I asked.  “I mean do I just stand behind you in the living room and smack your arse or what?”

 

“I think you should do it in our bedroom, it’s more private there.”  She said, then looked up suddenly, “Unless you want to do it here, Steve?  I mean, you’re in charge here, you decide what happens.”

 

“No.  In the bedroom will be fine.  And I just smack your arse until I think you’ve paid off your debt, yes?”  Her eyes were alight with excitement.  I could barely contain my amusement.

 

“You can give me as many as you want to, darling.  I deserve whatever you think fit, only, I think it should be on my bare bottom, don’t you?  That way you know I’m not cheating by putting extra pairs of knickers on or anything.”  She gasped.

 

“Sounds about right to me.  Come on then, let’s get on with it.”

 

“Yes, Steve.  There is one more thing I think you should do.”  She had it all planned!  I was happy to play along.

 

“Go on then, what is it?”  I snapped, sighing with impatience.

 

“I think you should make me go over your knee, like a naughty little girl.  After all, that’s how I behaved towards you, isn’t it?”

 

“You’re right!” I barked, “That’s exactly how you behaved, and now I’m going to make you sorry, isn’t that right Sally?”

 

“Yes Steve.”  She breathed.

 

I took hold of her wrist and pulled her towards the stairs.  She followed passively, tripping up the stairs half a stride behind me.  I could hear her breathing as she stumbled.  I lead her to the centre of the bedroom then closed the door.  She stood before me, head bowed.

 

“Right then, here we go!” I said happily.  “I think you should take those jeans off, don’t you?”  She nodded, then began to open them.  She took hold of the waistband and pushed them down to her knees, exposing her plain black knickers to me.  As she bent to push them down to her ankles I said, “No, wait.  I’ve changed my mind.”  She looked up at me questioningly. “Keep your jeans just there.”  I sat on the end of the bed and patted my thigh.  “Over you go then.”  I grinned at her.

 

She swallowed hard, then began to shuffle forward.  Her movement was made more difficult by the jeans which were bunched at her knees. Finally she stood in front of me, waiting nervously.

 

“That’s no good, I need you ‘round the side.”  I snapped.

 

“Sorry Steve.”  She said quietly, then shuffled ‘round to stand at my side.

 

“Come on then, get across my knee.”  I was enjoying myself hugely.  Sally leaned forward and slowly draped herself across my lap.  As she settled into position I saw the cheeks of her arse swell appealingly.  I reached down and stroked her arse.  She flinched at my touch.

 

“Don’t worry, I’m not starting yet.”  She sighed with relief.  “I haven’t got your knickers down yet!”  A small gasp, barely audible, escaped from her.  “Come on now Sally, you were the one who started all this.  You admitted behaving like a silly little girl.  You admitted you were wrong, and you even suggested that I should punish you by putting you over my knee and smacking your bottom.  Your bare bottom.  Isn’t that right?”

 

“Yes Steve.”  The tremor in her voice was unmistakable.  I continued to stroke her firm cheeks, then began to fumble with the elasticated waistband of her knickers.  I felt her tremble as I started to pull them down, exposing more and more of her delicate, vulnerable flesh.  I slowly lowered them until they were bunched together with her jeans, just above her knees.  Her thighs were clamped tightly together, hiding her slit from my hungry eyes.

 

“There now.  You’re just about ready I think!”  I said gleefully as I stroked her bare skin.  I could feel the tension in her body.  “Are you ready?”

 

“Yes.”  Barely a whisper. 

 

I gently lifted my hand away from her skin, then brought it down with a stinging slap.  I could see the imprint of my hand on her skin for an instant before she bucked up, stifling a scream.  She fell back into place at once and I slowly took aim at the other cheek.  I delivered blow after crisp blow, watching with delight as her skin turned a delicious, warm pink, feeling my cock twitch with each gasp and muffled shriek she emitted.  As the blows fell she writhed around on my lap, trying to evade the onslaught despite enjoying every minute of it.  She inadvertently let her thighs part.  I could see her slit, see how her pussy lips had become swollen, see the moisture escaping from between her lips.

 

I stopped smacking her for a moment and she slumped over my knees, gasping for breath.  I let her relax for a moment, then slipped my hand between her open thighs, straight onto her pussy.

 

“Well what do we have here?”  I cried.

 

“Nooooo!”  She yelled, trying to escape my intrusion.  I put my hand around her waist and held her firmly, at the same time snapping “Be still.  Keep still or I’ll give you double!”

 

She fell back over my knees with a small sob.  I ran my fingers across her pussy lips, feeling the moisture.  She shuddered.  Then I pushed my finger between her swollen lips and into her pussy, which was hot and very wet!

 

“Well, well! There’s a surprise!  You never told me you liked having your arse spanked Sal.”  She groaned in shame and whispered, “Oh please Steve.”

 

I let my finger slip down her slit until I could feel her clit, which was rock hard.  Her entire body stiffened as I ran my fingertip across its exposed head.  She tried briefly to clamp her thighs together to deny me entry, but quickly gave up on the idea after I had given her another couple of crisp smacks and a further warning.  Then she lay there, head down, arse high in the air as I played with her clit, her arse still a warm pink from my attentions.

 

“So you like having your arse spanked then?  God Sal, feel how wet you are!  I bet you’ll come in a minute if I keep playing with your clit.  Would you like that?”  I teased.  I took hold of her clit between thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it in the way I knew she adored.  She shuddered again, then began to gasp and moan as the sensations built within her.  I released her waist but she made no attempt to move.  I ran a finger down the crack of her arse, over her tight hole and down to her slit.  Then I slipped two fingers into her sopping pussy and began to slowly finger-fuck her.  She groaned and moaned with pleasure.

 

“This was all a game, wasn’t it?” I goaded.  “You were never really bothered about Donna at all were you?  This was just a trick you played to make me angry with you so I’d spank your bare arse.  Isn’t that right?”  I felt her shudder again.  “Admit it.”  I demanded.

 

“Yes! All right, yes!  I don’t know why, but I’ve been thinking about how it would feel if you put me over your knee and spanked me.  Whenever I think of it I get turned on.  I wanted to try it for real.”  Her words spilled out, interspersed with sobs and moans.

 

I gave her clit a gentle squeeze, she moaned again.  “You’ve been fantasising about me spanking you?  Well how about that?  Did you bring yourself off fantasising about it?”

 

“Please Steve.”

 

“Tell me.”

 

“Yes!  For Christ’s sake Steve, yes!”

 

“Tell me what you fantasised.”  She knew there was no escape.  As I tormented her clit and slipped my fingers into her pussy she related how she had fantasised about me making her drop her jeans and knickers in the department store before spanking her in front of an amused audience, and then with a moan which was a mix of desire and sorrow she related being spanked in front of her ex-husband and a variety of others, including of course, Richard.

 

“So you really want them all to watch as I pull your jeans and knickers down and spank your bare arse until it’s bright pink and warm, is that right?  Would you like me to arrange that?”  I started to stroke her clit with increasing speed, bringing her closer and closer to climax.

 

“Nooooo! Oh God, no! Oh please don’t make me do that Steve. Steve?  Oh God Steve, you won’t make me, will you?  Steve?”

 

“Imagine if I did.”  I chuckled.  That was enough to drive her over the edge. She let out a wail of dismay as she imagined the shame, and then her body was contracting and shaking with pleasure, her pussy writhing around on my fingers, contracting on them, holding them inside her hot tunnel.  Finally, she gave a huge sigh and her body went limp.  I could feel the muscles in her pussy relax as her orgasm subsided.  She made no effort to move, continued to lay across my lap, her arse high in the air and her face covered by her hair, which fell across it.

 

After a moment or two she began to raise herself up, slowly, wearily.  As she stood she pushed her hair back off her face.  Her eyes were red and her cheeks wet with her tears.  She looked at me and her mouth turned downwards, a massive sob escaped from her, then she looked away.  I felt my cock twitch in response to her distress.  She reached down and began to pull her knickers and jeans back up.

 

“Wait.”  I said,  “You wanted to be punished like a naughty little girl, right?”  She looked at me with wide, fearful eyes.  “Well then, go and stand in the corner, with your hands on your head until I say you can cover yourself.”

 

“What? God, Steve, you can’t mean that, you can’t be serious?  I mean, it was just a game, like you said.  You know why I wanted you to do that now, and it’s over now, isn’t it?”  She coaxed a smile for me. “You don’t really want to carry this on now, do you?”

 

“It might have been a game to you, but I still got all the hassle, didn’t I? I got all the crap about me and Donna.  It might have been a game to you, but maybe I meant it, did you think of that?”

 

“N, n, n, no.  I thought you knew!  Oh Steve, I really am sorry, you know.  I never meant to, er, I mean, I’d never, er…”

 

“I don’t care what you meant or what you’d do.  You deserved to be punished and that’s what you’re getting.  Now get in the corner until I say you can move.”

 

She looked at me aghast, mouth open with shock.  It had never crossed her befuddled mind that I would take the game this far.  Her mouth moved, her brain trying to find the words to say but failing.  Finally she gave up and turned away.  She held on to her jeans and knickers as she shuffled across the room, keeping them bunched around her knees.  Her bright pink arse was a delight to see as she slowly made her way to the corner of the room.  Then she turned and looked at me beseechingly, unsure of what to do next.

 

“Face the wall, like a naughty girl.”  I ordered.  She turned at once.

 

“Hands on head.”  Her hands immediately flew up and rested on top of her head, the fingers knotting together.

 

“Now stay like that until I say you can move.”  I barked. I sat back on the bed and took in the view.  Her arse looked delicious, the firm, shapely cheeks glowing bright pink.  She stayed completely immobile and silent, only the occasional sob breaking the silence.  I stood up and walked to the door.  “Don’t move.  I’ll be back soon.”  I snapped.  She sobbed again.

 

I made my way to Helen’s room and went in without bothering to knock.  She was sitting at her desk reading.  She looked up as I went in and smiled adoringly at me.  “Hi!”  She said cheerfully.

 

“Hi there.”  I smiled back.  She stood and came to me at once, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me, her hot tongue pushing into my mouth.  I let my hands fall to her plump little arse and began to fondle the cheeks.  She reached down and rubbed her hand across my crotch.   When she felt my stiff cock she groaned with pleasure.

 

“Oh God Steve, oh you’re all stiff!  Oh lovely! Oh, is that why you came to see me?  Are you going to give it to me?”   She breathed, gripping my shaft through my clothing.

 

I pushed her away from me without a word, making her sit on her bed.  She looked up at me questioningly, then I put her under.  I gave her some new instructions, similar to the ones I’d given Sally recently, then told her that I had just spanked her mother’s arse for being rude and naughty.

 

“There’s nothing wrong with that, because that’s what happens to naughty little girls, isn’t that right, Helen?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So if your mum has been naughty, if she’s annoyed me in any way, then it’s only right that I should punish her in that way, isn’t it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“In fact, it would be perfectly ok for me to spank any of you if you annoyed me, isn’t that right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I gave her some final instructions, then told her to count to twenty and wake up, forgetting I’d been there.  I went downstairs and found Sandra, putting her under and giving her the same instructions as her sister.  Then I went back to Sally.

 

She was still where I’d left her, facing the wall, hands on head with her jeans and knickers ‘round her knees and her pink arse on display.  I sauntered over to her casually.  I reached out and ran my hand over her hot cheeks.  She flinched at my touch and whimpered quietly.

 

“How are you feeling now?”  I asked, smiling to myself.

 

“I, er, I mean, er, well, I er, I don’t know Steve.”

 

“You don’t know?”

 

“No, I’m sorry Steve.”

 

“Are you getting randy?”  I continued to stroke her hot skin.  She screwed up her face in misery, her eyes closed tightly.

 

“Yes.”  She whispered.

 

“Yes, I thought you would be!”  I chuckled.  “I understand now.  The more of this you get, the more you like it.  That’s right, isn’t it?”

 

“Steve, I, er …”

 

“Think about it.  You strip for me, play with yourself for me.  You shaved your pubes for me because you thought it would make me happy.  You want it up the arse all the time now, and you like showing yourself off for Richard because you like the humiliation that brings.  Now you like having your arse tanned, and you fantasise about being spanked in front of an audience!  It seems the more shame and humiliation you get the better.  It really gets you hot, doesn’t it?”

 

Tears were escaping from her eyes and running freely down her face.  “I’m sorry.”  She whispered.

 

“Don’t worry, Sal.  I like it!  I like it when a woman knows what she needs, and you need to be punished and shamed, don’t you?”

 

“Yes.”  She sobbed.  “I don’t know why, but it’s true. God help me, I’ve never been like this before, I swear.”

 

“Are you blaming me?” I snapped, “Are you trying to make out this is all my fault?”

 

She turned to me, a look of horror on her face. “Oh no Steve!  No, it’s not your fault my darling.  God!, you’ve been so wonderful about this.  I don’t know why I like being treated like this, I wish I did, but it’s not your fault, I promise. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted nothing more to do with me, if you thought I was some kind of nut case!”

 

“I don’t think you’re a nut case, Sal.  I meant it when I said I like it when you know what you need.  I think you should stop being to hard on yourself.  Give yourself over to it, enjoy the ride!”

 

She sniffed, then laughed nervously, “Really?”

 

“Sure!  I tell you what, why don’t you tell the truth?  Say it out loud; that you like to be humiliated, and you want me to give you the treatment you deserve?”

 

She laughed again, looking at me lovingly.   “Christ Steve, I love you so much!  You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I promise.  I’ve never been to happy, or so randy!” She giggled again, sounding like a little girl.  “You’re right, of course.  When are you ever not?  I can’t explain why, but I want to be shamed.  I want to be made to do all those things that normally I’d have nightmares about.  I want you to make me.  I’ll do anything you say, I promise.  And I want you to punish me for being rude and naughty.  I want you to smack my bottom whenever you want to and whenever you think I deserve it.”

 

Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkled as she surrendered to me completely, believing it was what she wanted.

 

“You’re getting randy now, aren’t you?  You’re getting hot just thinking about what you’ve done, and what I could make you do, aren’t you?”  She gave me a look of smouldering desire.

 

“Yes!”

 

“Is your pussy getting wet?”

 

She groaned, “Oh God, yes!”

 

“I bet you’d like to lie on the bed, spread your legs and play with your pussy while I watched, wouldn’t you?”

 

“Mmmmm, oh yes, Steve!  Steve? Steve listen, I need to tell you something.”

 

“Go on.”

 

“You know I told you that I’d been fantasising about being punished, and that I’d brought myself off doing it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Well, that isn’t all.  I had this fantasy about being caught at an airport with drugs.  And I was strip searched by this man, a customs officer. I had to take everything off, I mean everything.  He could see every inch of me.  And then he searched me, and he found some drugs on me.  I’d hidden them in my, er, you know, my, …”

 

“Your pussy?  You fantasised that you hid drugs in your pussy and this man found them?”  I laughed.

 

“Steve, don’t laugh at me, please.  I need to tell you this, please Steve.”

 

“Go on then.”

 

“Well after he had searched my, er, pussy, well he, er, he searched my bottom too.”  She paused for a moment, glancing up at me for support.  I stayed neutral.  “Then he said I could go free if I agreed to a punishment, and I said ‘yes’, just so that I could get away from there.  But the punishment was to be caned, Steve.”

 

“Caned?”

 

“Yes!  He made me bend over this table, then he caned my bottom.  Oh God it hurt!  I begged him to stop, and the he said that if I were nice to him he’d give me fewer strokes.   I agreed, and then he caned me, and then he, he, he, …”

 

“Yes, what?”

 

“He raped my bottom. He held me down and forced his cock up my bottom.  God! It was the most amazing fantasy I’ve ever had, Steve.  It turned me on so much I even caned my own bottom, so that I’d know what it felt like.”

 

“You caned your own backside?”

 

“Yes.”  She sobbed.  “And I fantasised about him pushing his cock up my bottom again, and I came really, really strongly.”

 

“Is that why you suddenly wanted me to do that to you?”

 

“Yes.”  She whispered.

 

“Well aren’t you the dirty little girl.” I sniggered.  She looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes.  “And how many times have you had this fantasy?”

 

“Just a couple.  It’s too powerful to do too often.”

 

“But you went back to it whenever I gave it to you up the arse?”  She nodded, her eyes closing in shame.  “Would you like to tell me all about it in detail while you bring yourself off?”  I asked.

 

“Ohhhhh yes. Oh Steve that would be just fantastic!”

 

I smiled at her, then gave her a crisp smack on her bare arse.  She squealed in shock. “Well you can’t!”  I shouted at her, making her jump.  “You’re a naughty little girl, and you can stay there until I say you can move, understand?”

 

“Yes, Steve.”  She said at once, turning back to face the wall and putting her hands on her head again.  I looked down to see the pale impression of my hand still visible on the pink skin of her cheek.  I smiled to myself and sat down on the bed again, enjoying myself enormously.

 

A couple of moments later there was a knock on the door.  Sally’s head turned sharply at the sound, then looked at me imploringly, begging me with her eyes.

 

“Come in.”  I called. Sally gasped then turned back to the wall.  Helen peered ‘round the door cautiously.  Her gaze froze as she saw Sally standing in the corner of the room, then she looked at me.  “Is everything ok?”  She asked, timidly, “Only I thought I heard you shouting.”

 

“Everything’s fine.”  I said calmly.  “Your mother is being punished for being naughty, that’s all.”  Helen’s face went pale.

 

“What did she do?”  She asked, a shocked look on her face.

 

“Never you mind!”  I snapped, “Just take note that I won’t have any nonsense around here, understand?”

 

“Yes, of course Steve.”  She stammered.

 

“What’s going on?”  Sandra called out loudly as she walked confidently into the room.  Sally groaned, then lowered her head.  “What’s happened to mum?”

 

“She’s being punished.”  I said simply.

 

“For being naughty.”  Helen explained.

 

“What did she do?”  Sandra asked, her eyes wide with concern.

 

“Never mind what she did, Steve thought she was naughty, so he punished her.  That’s all that matters.”  Helen snapped.  Sandra opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it.  The two of them turned and looked at Sally, her cheeks still a rosy pink.

 

“Don’t worry about your mum, she likes having her bottom smacked, isn’t that right, Sal?”  I asked cheerfully.  The girls looked at me in disbelief, then stared at Sally in wonder when she said simply, “Yes.”

 

“Yes, that’s right girls, your mum likes it when I pull her knickers down and smack her pretty little bottom.”  I mocked.  Sally groaned again.  “She likes it when I’m cruel to her, don’t you Sal?  I bet if you felt her pussy now she’d be soaking wet!”  Sally bowed her head in shame.  I saw Helen shudder.  I felt my cock twitch, decided that it was time for some more fun.

 

I pulled Sandra over to me and ran my hands across her small, firm bottom.  She grinned at me as I groped her, her eyes wide with desire.  I pushed my hand up inside her T-shirt and began to play with her tiny tits, feeling her nipples respond to my touch.  After a moment or two she pulled the T-shirt up over her head and off, then threw it to the floor.  Without a word she kicked off her trainers and began to open her jeans.  She pushed them down, taking her pale pink knickers with them, then kicked them off and stood naked in front of me.

 

I looked down at her naked slit, then gently ran my finger along her lips.  She spread her legs obligingly, then sighed with pleasure as I found her clit and began to tease it.  Moments later Helen joined us, her clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.  She knelt between my legs and began to stroke my cock through my trousers.  She fumbled urgently with my belt, tugging at it in an effort to get it open.

 

I stood up and opened my trousers, then pushed them down.  My cock sprang out, stiff and swollen.  The girls giggled excitedly, then Helen took hold of my shaft and began to stroke it expertly.  I sat back on the bed and carried on stroking Sandra’s pussy, slipping a finger into her tight tunnel, making her gasp.  Helen knelt back down then leaned forward and took my cock into her warm mouth.  She sucked and licked at my cock, stroking my balls, bobbing her head on my shaft.  She looked up at me with those adoring eyes and I almost came!

 

I looked over at Sally and saw her watching us over her shoulder.  “Face the wall!”  I barked, and she obeyed at once.  The girls giggled.

 

I pulled Sandra onto the bed and lay next to her.  She opened her legs wide, then sighed as I moved between them.  Helen watched as I began to kiss and lick at Sandra’s pussy, then began to kiss and stroke my back, reaching between my legs to stroke my cock and balls.  I found Sandra’s clit with the tip of my tongue and began to tease it. I felt it stiffen and she was soon bucking and writhing, gasping and moaning.  I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, savouring the taste of her young body.

 

I moved up on top of her, and felt Helen position my cock at the entrance to Sandra’s tunnel, then I slowly drove my cock into her, relishing the feeling as her pussy stretched to accommodate me.  I looked down to see her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as I went deeper and deeper into her.  She smiled at me and threw her arms around my neck, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusting shaft.  Finally, I was in up to the hilt, and she gasped as she felt my pubes grinding against her tender skin.

 

I started to fuck her slowly, deeply.  She sighed happily with each inward stroke.  “Oh God Steve, that’s lovely!”  She sang as I increased pace.  Helen began to stroke my arse and balls as I drove into Sandra. 

 

“Are you going to come in her, Steve?”  She asked excitedly, “Are you?”

 

“Oh God, yes, come in me Steve, please.”  Sandra begged.

 

“Don’t you want it in you?”  I asked Helen.  She shuddered.

 

“Oh yes, Steve, I want it! I want it bad!  But I like it when you come in her and I get to lick your stuff out of her. Oh I love that!”

 

I felt Sandra shudder beneath me, “Oh I like that too!  Oh yes!  Oh I love that!  Will you come in me Steve so that she can lick it out of me?  Steve?  Oh Steve!”  She tightened her arms around my neck, pushed her hips up to meet mine, then climaxed with a cry.

 

She fell back on the bed, eyes closed, a contented smile on her face.  I could still feel her pussy contracting onto my shaft.  I looked at Helen, who was watching with hungry eyes.  “Maybe I should do you, and then Sandra can lick you clean?” I suggested.  Her eyes opened wide, then she grinned.  “That sounds nice!”  She giggled, then fell onto the bed and opened her legs, inviting me in.

 

I pulled out of Sandra, who sighed happily, then moved over to Helen.  I noticed Sally watching again but decided to let her have her fun.  I ran the tip of my cock along Helen’s pussy lips.  She was already soaking wet and my glans slipped easily between her delicate folds.

 

“You’re keen!”  I grinned.

 

“Just watching you do Sandra was enough to make me really excited.”  She smiled.  “I love watching your big, hard cock going into her.”

 

“As much as when it’s going into you?”  I asked, pushing into her as I did so.  She closed her eyes in concentration, moaning softly as my shaft moved smoothly into her.

 

“Oh God that’s fantastic!”  She gasped.  I drove my cock deep into her and she stroked my chest, leaning up to plant a series of tender kisses on my skin.  She drew me down to her and began to kiss and lick my neck, then reached down between our bodies and began to stroke my balls. She began to lift her hips to meet my strokes, pushing my cock still deeper into her hot tunnel, gasping with each push, increasing the speed and force.  I could feel that she was approaching her climax, her breathing grew more shallow, panting in my ear. And then she began to cry and moan, “Oh Steve, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeesssssssss!”  She cried out as her orgasm consumed her, thrusting her hips as high as she could, her pussy contracting tightly on my shaft, pulsing. 

 

As she relaxed I felt myself coming close to orgasm and began to drive into her with increasing speed.  She opened her eyes wide and looked at me in wonder as she felt me drawing close.  And then I gave myself over to my own climax.  I shot stream after stream of jism into her, giving myself to the pleasure as it tore through me.  Finally, I collapsed on top of her and savoured the sheer pleasure of the moment.

 

I rolled from her and lay back on the bed, warm contentment spreading over me.  I looked up to see Sally watching with a look of pure desire on her face, her pink arse still on display.  I smiled to myself, then turned to watch as Sandra crawled between the thighs of her sister, a mischievous smile on her face.  As I watched she began to kiss and lick at the lips of Helen’s pussy.  Helen grunted then lay back, opening her legs further.  I could see the pink wetness of her inner lips, and then Sandra closed her mouth over her sister’s pussy and began to lick hungrily.  In moments Helen was gasping and writhing around, moaning with pleasure as her younger sister drover her tongue deep into her.

 

I looked over at Sally, grinned at her.  She was still watching as her daughters lost themselves in their pleasure, her hands knotted together on top of her head, her thighs clamped tightly together. “You can bring yourself off now, if you really want to.” I chuckled.  She looked at me for a moment, then quickly sank to the floor.  She leaned back into the corner and spread her thighs wide.  I could see how wet she was and her hand immediately began to rub her pussy.  She pushed two fingers into her sopping wet hole and began to fuck herself urgently.  Her mouth hung open, her face furrowed in concentration as her fingers became a blur.

 

There was a sigh from Helen and then she started to climax as Sandra continued to lick her pussy.  She reached down and caressed Sandra’s head, then closed her legs, trapping Sandra in position as she rocked her hips back and forth.  After several moments she relaxed, freeing her sister.  Sandra emerged from between Helen’s thighs looking flushed, but with a broad grin on her face.  “Wow Helen, your pussy tastes yummy!”  She giggled, “Especially when it’s got Steve’s stuff in it.”  They both began to giggle, and then there was a stifled cry from the corner of the room and we all turned to watch Sally climax, one hand stuffing fingers in to her sticky hole, the other rubbing her clit.  As we watched she clamped her legs together and her entire body began to shake.  She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the orgasm before finally slumping to the floor, gasping for breath.

 

There was a moment or two of silence, then Sandra giggled.  “That looked like a good one, mum!”  She laughed.

 

Sally looked up at us all, still recovering, and managed a weak smile, “Oh it was my darling, believe me!”

 

I allowed Sally to share my bed that night, much to the disappointment of Helen and Sandra who wanted more of my attentions. To keep them occupied I told them to sleep together, and that they had to bring each other to orgasm four times before they could go to sleep.  They looked at each other hungrily, then giggled and skipped off to Helen’s room.  Moments later I could hear more giggles and the occasional squeal as they began to pleasure each other.

 

As soon as I turned off the lights Sally curled her sweet body around mine and began to stroke my chest.  I knew she was still randy from earlier and decided to have a little more fun with her.

 

“Tell me how you felt when you were getting ready to go over my knee.”  I said softly.  I felt her shudder.

 

“Oh God!  It was amazing, Steve, really amazing, you know?”

 

“Tell me.”

 

“It was a mixture of things.  I felt really, really sexy and unbelievably turned on as I was pulling my jeans down.  And you looked just so gorgeous!  You looked so angry with me, and I knew you were going to make my bottom sting, and it was just so exciting.  I almost came!  Yes!  Without even touching myself, I could feel how close I was to coming.  And then you made me shuffle across to you with my jeans ‘round my knees.  And I felt like a naughty little girl, and I was really embarrassed that you could see my knickers.  Isn’t that stupid?  I mean, you’ve seen every inch of me countless times, but there I was getting embarrassed because you could see my knickers!  How stupid is that?”  She giggled.

 

“Maybe you really got into the idea of being a naughty girl?  Maybe you were imagining yourself having to go to the headmaster, letting some stranger see your knickers.  Was that it?”  She shuddered again, a small moan escaped from her.

 

“Oh my God, you’re right!  That’s what I was doing.  I was pretending I was a little girl again and you were the nasty headmaster, and I was being made to drop my jeans, to let you see my knickers, and you were going to pull them down, I knew that too.  And then you’d see my bare bottom, and who knew what else!  I wanted to run away, but I knew I couldn’t. There was nothing I could do to escape, and you were going to pull my knickers down and punish my bare bottom, and I felt so ashamed and embarrassed.  But the thing is Steve.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I loved that feeling.”  She moved in closer to me, her arms tightening around me. “I loved feeling like that.  So powerless.  Completely unable to prevent what was about to happen to me.  I imagined that I was small again, a silly, naughty little girl, and you were this big, bad headmaster, and you could do anything to me.  Anything at all.  I’d already had to let you see my knickers, and then I had to go over your knee and you were going to pull my knickers down and you’d be able to have a good look at me. Part of me was terrified, but the rest of me was kind of wallowing in the shame of it all, loving every minute of it.  And then I was across your knee, and you stroked my bottom, and I just felt so insignificant, like you were so important and I didn’t matter at all.”

 

“Go on.”  She sighed in resignation.

 

“Then I felt you pulling my knickers down, and I knew you could see my bottom, and I put my head down and closed my eyes, trying to cope with it all.  And then you started to smack me. Oh God!  Oh I thought I’d come on the spot!  Oh my God, it was unbelievable!  It really stung my skin every time you hit me, but the sting went straight through to my pussy and my nipples.  Jesus!  It was like electricity!  And part of me was crying because I wanted to feel like a naughty girl, and another part of me wanted you to just carry on smacking me because it felt so wonderful.”  She paused for a moment, then said with a giggle, “See what kind of a lunatic you’ve landed yourself with?” 

 

“Like I said, I think it’s great you know what you need to be happy.  Carry on.”

 

“Well then you just put your hand between my legs and began to touch my pussy.  And you gave me no warning at all.  One moment you were smacking my bottom, the next your fingers were stroking my pussy lips.  And then you began to tease me for being wet.  You knew by then that I was really enjoying it all, and you made me tell you all about it, and how I’d fantasised about you smacking me, and shaming me in front of all those people.”

 

“Including David and Richard.”  I prompted. She groaned.

 

“Oh God yes!  And you made me imagine how it would feel if that was really happening.  You were playing with my clit, and I was trying to hold off my orgasm because it felt so absolutely wonderful, and you made me imagine how it would feel if you really did that, punished me in front of all of them.  And I could hear their comments and laughter as you pulled my knickers down and smacked me in front of them.  Christ!  I’ve never felt so ashamed and humiliated – it was wonderful!  And then I came, and oh my God Steve it was just fantastic! I mean really, really fantastic.  I’ve never had one like that before, and believe me, I’ve had some fantastic ones with you, but that was something else again!”  She sighed, then giggled deliciously.

 

“And then you made me stand in the corner, with my bare bum facing out!”  Another giggle.  “I was just on fire by then!  It was like being on the brink of a really big orgasm all the time!  You went out of the room for a bit, and while you were gone I slipped my finger over my clit a couple of times and I came again!  And then you came back and I just had to tell you about the fantasy I’d had about being stripped and raped.  I don’t know where that came from Steve, honestly I don’t, but it was so powerful I wanted to make it real.  When you were out one evening I went to the garden shed and found a cane, then I dropped my jeans and knickers and I caned myself because I wanted to know how it felt for real.  Then I went to my room and put my toy up my bottom and played with my clit until I came. And I wanted to play with myself there and then and tell you all about it, but you wouldn’t let me, and that felt delicious too!  Being refused permission to relieve myself just made me feel even more naughty.”

 

“You enjoyed yourself then?”

 

“Well then the girls came in, and I thought I’d just die of shame.  But you made it even worse. You told them I’d been punished for being naughty, and that I liked it.  And then you made me tell them that it was true.  I thought my heart would just explode, or my brain melt or something, but I did it.  I told them that I liked having my bottom smacked, and they laughed at me, my own daughters!  And then you started to play with them, and at first you wouldn’t let me watch, and so I could only hear them sighing and gasping as you enjoyed them, and I could imagine what you were doing to them. And then I heard Helen ask if you were going to come inside Sandra, and they both wanted you to so that Sandra could lick Helen clean afterwards, but then you said you’d come in Helen and I heard Sandra coming, and I had to look ‘round.”

 

“And just as I looked ‘round you pushed your lovely hard cock into Helen. God that looked so good!  She just looked fantastic under you, and she was loving every single minute of it.  So was I!  I wanted to play with myself, my pussy was aching and I was getting desperate, and when you came in Helen and rolled off her then let Sandra start to lick her.  Jesus, I thought I’d burst if I didn’t get some relief.  And then you said I could and it just felt so wonderful when I touched myself, I just lost myself in it, watching Sandra doing that to Helen.”  She shuddered again.  My cock was now stiff and throbbing.

 

“Why don’t you get on top and give us both some relief?”  I grinned.  She immediately climbed onto me, reaching for my cock.

 

“Christ, I thought you’d never ask!”  She giggled.  Moments later she sank down onto my cock with a contented sigh and began to rock her hips on it.  I reached up and began to play with her firm tits, tweaking and teasing her nipples until she was gasping with pleasure.  She ground her hips down onto mine, forcing my cock deep into her pussy.

 

“Maybe I’ll make it a regular thing?”  I chuckled.

 

“What?”  She asked, breathlessly.

 

“Punishing your bare arse, of course!  Would you like that, if I were to make you drop your knickers and present your bare arse for punishment?”

 

“Oh God, yes! Mmmmm!  Oh yes!”

 

“Maybe I’d do it at work.  Would you like that?”

 

“At work?”  Her voice trembled.

 

“Yes.  We could go down to the basement at lunchtime.  Find a quiet spot and you could drop your knickers and lift your skirt, and I’d smack your arse until it was nice and pink.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

 

“Steve, I, er, I mean if you, er, oh God, Steve, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  She came with a wail of pleasure, her pussy contracting on my shaft, gripping it.  In moments I felt my own climax begin and I shot streams of hot, sticky jism into her.

 

Afterwards she curled herself around me once more, then drifted off into a contented sleep.  I lay awake for some time, considering my next move.


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