With all the attention he’d been given, Dawson could hold back no longer. With a twitch of
his cock he came in her mouth. His semen spurted into her mouth and dribbled out round the
side of his shaft, dripping back onto his stomach. The woman waited until his orgasm had
subsided before swallowing what remained in her mouth and then licking up what had
dribbled onto his body.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked, straightening up to observe that Dawson had his eyes
closed, still seemingly enjoying the moment.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, opening one eye to look at the woman who was still hovering over
his body. “Yeah, that was really good,” he added as he slowly returned to normality. “You
should take that up professionally.”
“What, the oral sex bit?” She laughed gently.
“No, though that was good – I meant the massage bit. Now, I suppose you want your
reward.”
“Ooohhh, yes please Mr Dawson, sir,” she went into naughty schoolgirl mode – something
she did whenever it was time for her to receive her spanking.
“I think a hand spanking followed by a good all-over-arse paddling tonight. We could even
progress to the cane if you wish.”
“Oooooo, whatever you think I deserve, Mr Dawson, sir.” She replied, licking her lips.
“Where do you want to punish me, sir?”
“Well, seeing as we are up her already, I see no reason not to do it with you over my lap
whilst I sit on the edge of the bed – at least for the hand spanking bit.”
“Very good, sir,” she commented, “shall I get into position for you now?”
“Yeah.” Dawson sat up, shuffled to the end of the bed and waited for the woman to
completely undress. It was one of her habits. Dawson only required that she presented a
bare backside for her punishment but she always chose to strip totally naked for him. When
she was naked she came over to him, positioned herself over his lap, feeling his
semi-erect cock against her flesh, and waited for him to start.
He started by feeling her buttock cheeks all over.
“Now,” he said, “you have been a very, very naughty girl and you will be severely
punished.”
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, waiting for the delightful first contact of his hand on her
pale buttock flesh. She knew he’d turn her bum bright red and that the stinging pain
needed to do that would make her climax time and again as each fresh stroke brought her
the release she so craved. The paddling would mean more heat to the punishment site,
bringing her even greater pleasure. As for the caning, she imagined being bent over double
with her sex and arse exposed to Dawson.
“If only,” she thought to herself, as she felt his hand rising into the air, “he’d take
me up my bottom when he’s finished punishing me.”
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