Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Mandy whimpered softly, her eyes darting up to meet mine before quickly lowering again.
“I want you to kiss my bottom and make it better,” I told her. “Show me how sorry you are for your behavior, and how grateful you are that I took the time to correct you.”
Mandy nodded eagerly. “Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
I leaned back further and slid toward Mandy’s bright pink face, pulling my knees up to show her everything. I felt Mandy’s warm breath against my skin as she leaned in close. Her lips pressed softly against my left cheek, then my right, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses across my still-tender flesh.
The sensation sent shivers up my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of Mandy’s gentle ministrations. After a few moments, I put my hand on her warm cheek and tilted her face up to look into her eyes.
“Good girl,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Now, I think you know what I need next.”
With trembling fingers, I pulled the gusset of my panties aside, revealing my swollen, glistening pussy to Mandy’s hungry gaze.
“Make me come,” I commanded. “Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”
CHAPTER 17
Melissa
Mandy leaned forward eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped at the first contact, my hips jerking involuntarily. She moaned softly as she began to lick in earnest, her tongue exploring every fold and crevice of my aching sex.
I tangled my fingers in Mandy’s hair, guiding her movements. “That’s it,” I panted. “Right there. Oh, god, yes.”
Mandy’s tongue circled my clit, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in my lower belly.
“Please, miss,” Mandy whimpered, pulling back slightly. “May I… may I touch myself? I’m so close…”
I tightened my grip on her head. My answer came from sheer dominant instinct.
“No, you little slut. My pleasure comes first. If you do a good job, maybe you’ll earn the right to masturbate.”
The sound of my voice, saying the sort of words I would never in a million years have imagined myself speaking… together with the sight of Mandy—her skirt still tucked up, her naughty panties around her ankles, her bottom glowing red, her face between my spread thighs…
A nearly electric shock of need traveled through my whole body. My hips thrust forward of their own accord as with my grip on her head I ground Mandy’s mouth, her nose against my desperately aroused pussy.
Never… I would never, ever… not before I laid eyes on New Modesty Blue… before I got paddled myself… before I met Stuart… got punished by Stuart… got fucked by Stuart…
“Oh, that’s right, Mandy…” I murmured, letting all the lewdness I had hidden so deep come out to play. “That’s it, naughty girl. Make me come, you little whore.”
Mandy greeted each of these filthy utterances with a moaning whimper. I watched, under some wild magic spell of lust, as her hips moved the same way mine had. I remembered something I had seen hanging in the back of the cabinet, when I had gotten the paddle. A kind of harness, with a dramatic attachment that I had registered but pushed to the back of my mind in the moment of getting ready to discipline Mandy. I knew suddenly what she and I both needed, and the knowledge brought on my orgasm like a freight train.
I cried out, and held Mandy’s face against my pussy, jerking my hips so that I could get just the right friction to my clit. I felt like a queen… a lewd princess… a woman who could use another, subordinate woman as her sexual plaything… who could punish another girl and then take my pleasure just as I chose. My sheath clenched hard, over and over, and I felt my arousal coating Mandy’s cheeks as I made her demonstrate her gratitude for my guidance in this shameful way.
Feeling gloriously, royally selfish, I kept holding Mandy’s mouth to my clit as the aftershocks faded and my breathing grew less labored. She kept licking, tenderly, emitting tiny, submissive cooing noises that seemed to make the lingering pleasure even more intense. Finally I tilted her glistening, pink-cheeked face upward to look into mine.
“Good girl,” I told her, smiling softly. “I think I will reward you, but I don’t think I’ll let you touch that sweet little cunt. I think I’m going to fuck you now. Go get the strap-on from the cabinet, Mandy.”
Mandy’s eyes went very wide. Then, visibly shaking with what seemed an impossibly complex mix of fear, shame, and arousal, Mandy crawled across the floor to the cabinet. Her red, punished bottom swayed enticingly as she moved on hands and knees. When she reached the cabinet, she knelt up, wincing as the movement pulled at her tender flesh. With trembling hands, she opened the door and retrieved the strap-on harness.