Tom – Day 6 of 7 (Part 4)

As parties go for me, Gray’s could be classed as a huge success. I hadn’t gotten into much trouble, made a fool of myself, or caused an argument (much). Go me! I had got a bruised bottom however, courtesy of Gray’s rash announcement to the room that I could take a caning from him better than any of his exes! After that little pearl of information came out, my bottom received so much attention from the Caning and Spanking community present, I spent more time yelping than I did talking. My poor bottom was swatted, squeezed, and slapped every time I moved!

Not quite the same but close enough. Oh and my curves are much fuller! Just sayin…

My main problem was that my dress had turned me into a moving target! Some commented that the ‘red under the dress’ attire made them feel a need to stroke my bottom! I was beginning to feel like a bloody Therapy Dog! Come stroke my ass and feel wonderful instantly!
It kept Tom highly amused for the better part of the evening! Especially as he was receiving one request after another to loan me out for a spanking/caning session! Thankfully, he gracefully declined all offers!

I took it all in good part for the main, but one woman really did push her luck a little too far and walloped me hard on both cheeks! I spun around and snarled at her and Graham quickly stepped in to guide her off into a different room where her particular brand of needs could be met more ably! Don’t ask, there was so much going on at this party it was very much an anything goes kind of gig. Like I said, a room for every kind of people with a special room for Gloria and her crew! But that is most definitely another story! Out of all of the women there, I think I liked Gloria’s approach best! At least she was tongue in cheek about it!

Tom had his own problems too, and because he had found my situation so hilarious I was less inclined to want to rescue him. If I left his side someone would instantly take my place. So I purposely left his side frequently and would then stand back and watch the parade! When I say someone, I mean, men and women alike. He was like a giant honey pot and they were all fluffy tailing him, buzzing around him, draping themselves over him. He stunk of a mixture of women’s perfume and a variety of men’s cologne. Not a pleasant mix for my nose but hey, he had it coming!

Things finally came to a head when a very drunk but lovely gay man called Colin decided that Tom was in the closet and he was going to out him by showing him the pleasures he was denying himself. He draped himself over Tom and began groping his crotch. Oh Boy! Both Todd and myself had to step in quickly on that one. Tom had yanked Colin up in the air by the scruff of his neck and looked ready to murder him! It did nothing to cool Colin’s ardour! ‘Magnificent!’ Colin kept giggling excitedly! I stepped in and calmly talked Tom down from his murderous intentions, he eventually dropped Colin who landed in a heap at my feet. Todd quickly led him away to pour a large amount of coffee down his neck and sober him up some!

Todd and I declared we had life saving abilities after that one! Tom was not amused.

Tom declared he was making himself off limits for the rest of the evening and evicted a young man from a large leather armchair and took it for himself. He pulled me down into his lap and there I stayed for pretty much the rest of the night which passed without event as we sat and listened to Gray entertain everyone with his stories.

So, now I’m sitting at my dressing table removing my make up and Tom is behind me distracting me with his big hands. He leaned in to kiss my neck and my nose was assaulted with the pungent mix of cologne and perfume! I recoiled and he was instantly alert.

‘What was that?’ He said quietly.

I grinned at him, ‘you smell like a well used hand bag! You stink of perfume and cologne!’

‘Just proves you should have come and rescued me more often.’ He laughed at my crinkle nosed expression. ‘I’ll go shower baby. Keep the dress on until I get back, and the lipstick. I have a task for you that requires both.’

I raised an eyebrow but didn’t think to question his instructions.

10 minutes later he appeared before me, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his hips. I had taken up residence on the sofa by now and oh my, he was a sight to see. All glistening damp muscles, and predatory intent in every move.

I leaned forward and tugged at his towel letting it fall from my fingers to reveal his magnificent cock, fully aroused and glistening with precum at its tip. I glanced up at his face with hunger in my eyes.

His new rule since the maintenance spanking was that I had to ask for permission from him before I could touch his cock or taste his precum. I had absolutely no problem at all with that and I framed my words carefully, ‘please can I taste you baby?’

He smiled just that one request made me instantly submissive to him, his mood became dark and intense, ‘I have a task for you to complete. Kneel on the floor.’ I dropped a cushion on the wood floor and knelt in front of him, ‘Take all of my cock down to the base and if you leave a lipstick ring at the base I’ll give you multiple orgasms tonight. You have a maximum of three attempts to do it. If you don’t, you’ll remain dressed until you achieve it and you will get a good hard spanking for failing and no orgasms. I won’t be helping you in any way. Do you understand Gem?’

I nodded my head and said quietly, ‘I understand.’ I raised my hand and wrapped my fingers around his engorged cock. Firmly fixed in my mind was the thought that as I work his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my teeth, he gets bigger. I couldn’t afford to do that. I would never take him all the way in! His girth is huge. My hand won’t close around him. I need two hands. He’s a good 10″ in length. I have never been able to take all of him completely. I was going to have to rely on my gag reflex behaving perfectly if I was going to pull this off.

I slid my mouth over the tip and tasted his precum on my tongue, and I realised I would have my own kind of payment for this as I went along. I slid my mouth back again but did not release him. If I did, that would count as one attempt. My usual worship of his cock would include a lot of head play. It drove him wild and would make him thrust his cock deep into my mouth. He wasn’t doing that this time, I had no help. I didn’t care, I adore his cock, I adore the way he stretches my mouth to its limit, filling me with his salty taste. Feeling the pulsing veins around his shaft rough against my tongue. I would have to forgo my sensation play to achieve the goal but I would have what I wanted later, I would make sure of it. I slid my mouth along his shaft, withdrawing then plunging him deeper each time I drew him in, until he was right to the back of my throat and I could feel my gag reflex kicking in.

I breathed slowly and steadily as I waited for it to pass and then I slid him further down until I felt my lips touch the flat skin of his groin. I pushed once more to make the contact complete and I pressed my painted lips against his skin and left a perfect ‘O’ of lipstick there. I withdrew all the way to the tip and began to work him properly. He hadn’t told me I couldn’t and damn it I was taking my prize. I worked his cock hard, I sucked his tip until precum flowed like a river from it, I lapped and sucked until he gripped my hair and began to rock his hips thrusting himself into my mouth, holding my head still as he took his pleasure and rode the wave to a huge climax. He growled deeply as he shot his creamy load down the back of my throat and pulsed and throbbed and thrusted until he was done. He let go of my hair and I withdrew from him. I raised my eyes to his waiting for his approval. He grinned a really dark grin at me that had me so wet instantly I thought I might actually come.

He turned away from me and inspected my lip work around the base of his cock in the mirror. It was a perfect cherry red O. Damn I’m good!

He thought so too. The admiration in his tone was enough for me. He turned to face me again and held my chin between his fingers and lifted my gaze to his. Lust, pure unadulterated lust shone from his eyes. ‘Well done baby, I thought it may take two attempts at least. I expect you to do it every time. Stand up for me and turn around.’
I did as he asked, he stepped up behind me, wrapping me in his own musky scent that was pure Tom and my senses went into overload. His fingers stroked my lips and smeared my lipstick from my mouth and down to my chin. He unzipped my dress and allowed it to slide down my body until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and he scooped it up and threw it on the sofa.

‘Turn around baby,’ he murmured huskily, I turned in his arms and he lifted me and threw me gently onto the bed. His fingers slid and played and tweaked my skin everywhere. He smoothed his hands over the silky material of my lingerie dipping and sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, and he played with me for hours. Eventually I took his length inside me and I disappeared into a fog of sensations I thought I may never come out off.

Finally, exhausted, impaled on his cock, cradled in his arms his heart beating a tattoo against my cheek I slept the sleep of the truly satisfied on his chest.

Nb.

As an aside to this post, before I finally fell asleep I asked Tom why I had been made to keep the dress on for the task, and his response was this.

‘I have been wanting to see you on your knees in that dress with my cock down your throat and your cherry red lips pressed against my skin from the moment I saw it in the window of the shop. The dress was integral to the image. The lipstick is a fantasy I have harboured for a very long time and you are the only woman I’ve ever known who I wanted to carry out that fantasy for me.

All evening I have watched as one after the other of Gray’s friends has tried to touch you, tried to tempt you away for a spanking, one guy even offered to pay £5k for me to let him cane you. 3 guys wanted to fuck you in every hole and would have paid big money so they could. 5 women offered their bodies to both of us for a threesome. Gloria said she would have spanked you until the moon fell out of the sky and Graham said you in that dress had given him a semi hard on. It’s the most turned on by a woman he’s ever gotten. Even Todd who is the campest guy I’ve ever met said that you in that dress should carry a government health warning. Stuart couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it or his eyes off you all night.

Out of all those sexed up people, the only man you had eyes for was me. You wore what I wanted you to wear, you looked the way I wanted you to look and you behaved the way I wanted you to behave. And all because I told you that was what I wanted.

Does that answer your question baby?’

I was staring at him wide eyed and all I could do was nod. A minute later I was fast asleep.

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (part 3)

Graham’s 50th Celebrations! Party #1. (cont)

The party was in full swing, I had had two glasses of red, and I was relaxed! Who knew I could do that? Go me! Yeah, yeah, I know two very large glasses of red wine will do that for you. I didn’t care, the adrenalin rush I had every time someone new arrived was enough to scare the effects of the alcohol away! I was stone cold sober AND I was relaxed. I hate parties!

Anyway, a noisy debate between 4 of Graham’s exes was currently occupying everyone’s attention in the room . The subject was who had taken the harshest/longest caning from Graham in one session. They were batting numbers back and forth and I was laughing at them trying to out do each other. Tom and Todd (Gray’s partner) were grimacing at the numbers they were throwing around like gold medals! Graham chose that moment to come in from mingling in the other room, he leaned down and kissed Todd briefly before he sat down and joined in with the debate.

‘You’re all wrong you know.’ He said as they tried to one up each other. They fell silent and I chuckled, I knew that tone of voice, it could strike fear in the heart of the fearless, even Tom broke off from his conversation with Todd to listen.

Jason jumped up and waded in bravely, ‘No I’m not Gray! I took 24 full strength no holds barred strokes in one session from you and a paddle spanking that lasted for 15 minutes! I could barely sit down for two weeks! Everyone else is max 20!’ Jason is a pouter, and he pouted beautifully as he stood there, hip cocked, arms folded and lips pouting. In someone’s world, that look may have got him away with murder, in Graham’s world, it was more likely to earn him a swift caning! Everyone held there breath waiting to see what Graham would do next.

He laughed out loud at Jason’s posturing and then quite suddenly turned it off and said sternly, ‘Sit down Jason, you have no claim. None of you do. There is one person in this room that outranks all of you, and let me tell you, I spanked and caned her on two consecutive nights, full force, no holds barred. And just so we are clear, she took 24 strokes the first night and 30 the second night plus a strapping and a 45 minute spanking with a number of different implements!’

See me? I’m sitting there innocently scanning the bloody room for this awe inspiring woman with a no limits pain threshold! I was having flashbacks to the many canings and spankings I had taken from Graham over the past few years and my bottom was tingling with remembered pain!

Everyone was looking around for her! Tom burst out laughing as he caught Gray’s eye!

‘What’s tickled you?’ I said surprised.

‘Oh Gem you are priceless baby! He’s talking about you and you’re sitting here looking for the woman he’s talking about!’

‘Me?’ I squeaked! yeah it’s a thing, I squeak sometimes. I don’t know what that’s about, but it’s the only way to describe how I sound. And then I remembered! (See : An explanation (of sorts) and a shock! and Two Alpha Males, One Spanking Machine and One Very Sore Bottom.)

Graham was laughing now too. He came over and pulled me up to my feet and presented me like a prize fighter at a heavy weight boxing championship fight! ‘I present the winner of the Highest pain threshold in Graham’s stable! Gemma, darling, take a bow.’

I was crimson with embarrasment as I looked around at the four men staring at me in open mouthed shock.

I mumbled something and then immediately sat down so close to Tom I looked like I was trying to climb inside him. His big arm came around me and hugged me to him.

‘Not doing well under the microscope baby?’ He muttered, as he hugged me.

‘I’m just bloody embarrassed is all.’ I said a little sulkily. Tom twisted a little so he could see me properly, ‘Look at me’ he said quietly.

I raised my eyes to his. ‘do not go into a sulk lady, or we will be having a chat with you over my knee in the other room.’ His voice was stern enough that I snapped out of my sulk and smiled at him. ‘Sorry baby.’ Yeah, I know, submissive aren’t I? Ha! I just know when to quit sometimes is all!

Jason and the others changed the conversation to other things and the room resumed its general babble. I relaxed again. It was a good party, there was a room for every different kind of person to be in and have a good time. Those who wanted to be raucous were encouraged to go out on the deck and party wildly out there with the music cranked up high. The rest of us had the run of the house, there were at least 150 people there so there was plenty going on. A large group of people joined us in the main lounge and suddenly I was being squashed between Tom and a very large lady who had taken up two cushions on the sofa!

Within minutes she was patting her hand on my thigh and stroking my leg. I stared at her meaty paw as she stroked my thigh. ‘I saw you earlier when you arrived with the beefcake. You look gorgeous darling, that dress hugs your bottom beautifully! Just ripe for a firm spanking!’

Oh fuck!! Not a chance in hell!


I tugged Tom’s arm, ‘I want to sit on your lap baby,’ I whispered, I’m getting crushed and propositioned!’ He looked down at me laughing at my wide eyed scared bunny stare.

‘You want Gem?’ He said with a raised eyebrow. I caught his meaning and swallowed my pride, ‘I mean please may I?’ I stammered out hurriedly, the woman’s paw was now groping my behind and squeezing my right cheek hard! He smirked a little at my immediate capitulation and he nodded. I hastily stood and he parted his long legs, I chose the leg furthest away from the meaty pawed lady with the lewd suggestions and groping hands!

I sat down with my legs dangling between his and my hip and thigh resting along his groin. I was far enough away from her now and was happy! She less so but she smiled at me and winked, ‘I don’t mind a threesome gorgeous, he looks like he can handle himself too.’
My face must have been an absolute picture because Tom burst out laughing as he turned to her and said, ‘Come on Gloria, behave yourself, you’re frightening my lady!’ She grinned at him, leaned across and planted a big smacker of a kiss on his mouth and then got up and did the same to me!

‘It’s the red under the dress gorgeous! It’s like a written invitation to do naughty things with you and lord knows I would be happy to do Tom too, anytime he wanted!’ With that she walked away laughing, hopefully onto her next unwitting victim!
‘That was all your fault you know!’ I said as I poked him lightly in the chest. He raised that infernal eyebrow at me again ‘How’s that?’ he said.

‘You told me to wear the red under the dress! You knew this would happen!’ I feigned a pout.

He grinned unrepentantly as his fingers brushed the side of my breast in slow strokes. ‘Got you on my knee though didn’t it?’

I laughed and wriggled a little on his lap, pussy was definitely awake now and Tom growled as he buried his face against the side of my neck nipping the sensitive skin there. ‘Keep still woman!’ He muttered as he wrapped his big arms around me. I smiled a wicked little smile that made his voice turn husky.

You’ll pay for it later baby, I promise.’ His eyes were predatory again and I revelled in his hot stare. His gloriously hard cock was now throbbing beneath my butt cheek and pussy was singing along to the beat. Things were definitely looking up!

And then Stuart came in. I froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights! I had convinced myself he wasn’t coming. It was after 9pm, I figured he would come tomorrow night with his wife instead.

He stood in the doorway and cast a lazy glance around the room until his eyes rested on me.

‘Gemma!’ He boomed across the room. Tom’s head snapped up from my neck and I could feel every muscle in his body tense.

‘It’s just Stuart’ I said, much more calmly than I felt.

‘I know, I met him earlier this afternoon.’ He said tightly. He didn’t miss my look of surprise. I had no idea they had met each other, which led me to wonder what the hell had been said that had obviously resulted in keeping Stuart away from me for the past 2 plus hours!

Stuart strode over to us and pulled me from Tom’s lap into a giant bear hug. ‘How are you darling?’ He asked pulling away a little to look at me. ‘You look good enough to eat in this dress! Very daring style for you!’

I extracted myself from his hold and sat back down on Tom’s knee. I ignored his comment about the dress and answered with a very polite, ‘I’m good, how are you?’ My insides were doing somersaults and I could feel myself trembling. Tom sat up straighter and loosely wrapped his body around me protectively,

Stuart’s eyes narrowed at Tom’s possession of me but he kept it surface. ‘I’m great darling, are you here tomorrow night too? I’ll be bringing my wife with me to that party. You’ll love her! She reminds me a lot of you except she’s probably better behaved.’ He said laughing at his own snide remark. He thought he’d scored a hit. I could see it in his face, he thought he could upset me. Callous bastard was in for a shock!

I smiled a huge relaxed smile and said, ‘I’m so happy I finally get to meet her! I confess I did wonder why there was no invite to the wedding after 25 years of friendship, but hey I understand, you obviously took the easy road out! I believe you’ve met my partner, Tom?’ I looked between the two men and continued smiling.

Fuck you Stuart! I thought. and I wondered when he had gotten that mean streak. Tom sat back and pulled me with him so I was almost laying on his big chest. My trembling stopped and I suddenly realised I didn’t have anything to worry about. I leaned in and kissed Tom full on the lips and he responded beautifully. By the time we had broken the kiss Stuart had left the room.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur of laughter and recounting of spanking stories, as one by one each of Graham’s exes gathered around Tom and myself to ask about that spanking and caning session. Graham happily filled in the missing details from my account and then held court as he regaled us all with his many spanking and caning stories. He stopped short of talking about Tom’s brief but painful experience with him. I think we were both relieved about that.

By 1am I was dropping asleep on Tom’s chest and he rumbled something to Gray about taking me home. I barely remember getting back to my house but I do remember, in glorious detail, what happened once we closed our own front door.

But, that’s for part 4.

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (Part 1 )

This new dynamic has forced me to look at who I am and how I can be what Tom needs. A fighting submissive? I don’t know, we are still working out the details.

Since he came into my life, mentally and emotionally, I am stronger than I have been in a long time. I find I am eager to give myself up to his desires and go where he leads and give what he wants. I am more content to follow and not lead but not quite always.

The single thing that has changed the most is that my sticking plasters holding me together are tougher these days. I don’t bleed fear so easily now. I trust Tom. This is a huge breakthrough for me.

I am still broken, I will not talk about my emotions, the depth of them, the feel of them, the shape of them. I will not open up the steel trap and release demons to be slayed by him. They are my demons, I earned them. I decide when they leave. They were 40 + years in the making. 3 months of happy will not slay them.

There is an even deeper fissure inside me filled with pain and anger and damaging memories that cannot be held together with any amount of sticking plasters, bandages or even the mighty steel trap! That well of raw emotion is what drives me to test Tom on a daily, sometimes minute by minute basis. I push him so hard so fast and without reason, I fear one day he will bow to the inevitable and leave. He says not, I believe him today. Today is a bad demon day, today has stirred some fears and anxieties in me I have not faced before.

Tonight is the first of two parties. Graham’s 50th Celebration has been divided into two parts, the first one is for those friends who he openly and happily shares his passions with, people he has disciplined, lovers, like minded friends who know about the other side of his life. A party so that we can all relax knowing we are not going to shock the hell out of some distant aged Aunt because we mention canes, or whips, or paddles etc. The other party tomorrow night has been dubbed his Vanilla 50th for family, friends and acquaintances.

So, there in lies my demons. We will be attending both nights, as will Stuart. This evening will be the first time my past will collide with my present and two of my lovers will meet. For most people this would just be an uncomfortable moment and then it would pass. For me, it’s all tangled up with Stuart’s longevity as a friend of 25 years, before he became anything more and his association with my ex-husband. His depth of knowledge of me and my past. Those are the memories that are running through my head, they are excruciatingly painful to revisit. Events, parties, gatherings were always a source of terror for me. I never knew what my ex-husband would say or do once he had a drink on him, but it would usually involve him humiliating me, or berating me, or he would flare up in a raging temper and drag me away stating I had embarrassed him and myself with my stupid chatter in front of friends, family and work colleagues, and then the row would start again once we got home, and would go on and on and on until I wanted to die.

Stuart had been a stalwart friend and supporter of me throughout that horrible time and that is where my feelings of affection for him are rooted. Without him, I’m not sure I would be sane now.

After the maelstrom of emotions yesterday, I’m not sure I am ready to stand between these two giant pillars, so ably represented by Tom and Stuart. I believe June will be present as well, I will deal with that when it happens, that holds no fear for me.

I have examined how I feel when Stuart’s name is mentioned, I feel nothing. Not even a slight pang for what might have been. We were not right for each other, he wanted to control all of me, he wanted to change me in a way that was too similar to my ex-husband’s control of me. He wanted to break the mould and remodel me into his version of an acceptable Gemma. He could have pulled it off too, if he hadn’t shown his rage to me. That was enough for me to turn away from him. It had been the beginning of the end of a very messed up time between us. It was the moment anything I felt for him became trapped behind steel.

I say I feel nothing, it’s safe to say you feel nothing when that person is not stood in front of you. I don’t know how I will feel when I see him. My biggest fear is that I will somehow betray Tom’s faith in me, in us, in who we are together. I still don’t call this ‘relationship’. I do call him mine. I do see myself as his.

If I wilfully ignore Stuart, it could be misconstrued as an act to hide how I really feel. If I speak to him, it could be misconstrued as me still feeling something for him. If I stick to Tom’s side like glue for the whole evening, it could be misconstrued as fear or that I don’t trust myself around Stuart. I have no idea how to calm my mind on this.
After much thought I have concluded my biggest fear is hurting Tom with my inability to be civil and polite with my past. I feel like I’m standing on quick sand.

Over the past three months Stuart has been mentioned a smattering of times in Tom’s presence usually by Graham or Sam. He has reacted mildly, shuttered eyes, tight lipped but no verbal reaction. He has never once said anything to me or asked me about my time with Stuart. Whatever his feelings are on the matter, he’s dealing with it privately.

Today I decided I needed to take the bull by the horns and broach the subject with him and clear the air. I need to know where his head is at. I need to get brave and trust he will be his usual supportive and understanding self.

In the end it was simple because he found me, I was sitting brooding at the kitchen table when he came in from the garden. He leaned down and kissed me briefly before heading for the coffee.

‘Can we talk about Stuart please Tom?’ I blurted the words before I could bury them again. I watched his broad back tense and then relax. He turned around and leaned his hip against the counter, ‘Are you sure you want to Gem? He’s been a no go zone since we met.’ His tone was neutral. I was encouraged by that.

‘I don’t want his past position in my life to affect us baby, I would like to clear him out and put it to rest. Can we do that?’ I had no idea what I wanted to say, I just wanted him to know we were sound.

Tom brought the coffees over to the table and sat down close to me, he sighed heavily. ‘Baby what do you want to hear? That I don’t care about your past lovers? I don’t. But, I’ve been watching you mull this over today and every other day this week when you’ve been alone and that tells me this Stuart is still a big deal for you.’ He was still neutral.

I sighed, ‘He’s not a big deal for me as a past lover, that’s gone. But we were very close friends for almost 25 years before that and I do still hold a deep affection for him in that regard. What came after was, in my opinion, a mistake and I am happy with the way things panned out. My concern is that in my head I know that’s how I feel, but I haven’t seen him since we parted company, and I don’t want you misunderstanding my reaction when I do see him. I don’t know what it’s going to be, I can’t predict the future, but I don’t want it to rock what we have. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense, I just need to know you understand that you and me is what I want, what we have is what I want and need and…’

Tom cut across my rambling half assed explanation. ‘Gem, it’s okay, I get it. I know you’re going to react to seeing him. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Don’t get upset baby, I’m good with this.’ He leaned across and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. I jumped, I hadn’t realised I was crying! I lifted my hand to my face and felt the wetness against my fingers. I looked at them in surprise.

He barked out a laugh, ‘you didn’t know you were crying? Damn baby, you really send my head places y’know.’

I wiped the tears from my face and smiled. ‘We good Tom?’ I asked cautiously.

He reached across and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around me holding me to him. I looked up to see his face smiling down at me.

‘We are better than good Gem, you came to me. You opened up. You trusted me with us. This Stuart guy? He’s past history, you just gave me the present and future. I’m all good with that.’ His husky timber reached inside and turned me to liquid heat. He grinned, he knew the exact moment I went from wrung out to turned on, and he made full use of my change of mood.

He had caught the curve ball again and hadn’t dropped it. It was going to be okay.

Tom – Day 5 of 7 (Part 3)

Day 5 was a huge day! The levels of frustration, the pain and pleasure, the mind fucks were off the chart that day! Tom became unstoppable, there was something different about him. He was edgier, darker. This maintenance session had changed the shape of ‘us’ and he was embracing it with arms wide open. Denying me had turned him on more than giving me what I craved. He wanted me hungry. I was in deep trouble.

The kiss at the end of my after care blew my mind. It was hot and probing, his tongue thrust between my lips and danced around mine, he pulled me up hard against his chest, his hand dropping down between my thighs to my pulsing clit. He flicked that hard little nub and I let out a sob. His tongue plundered my mouth, taking my breath, sucking me in making me want more. I stirred against him and sat up, plucking at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel skin under my fingers. I tugged and pulled until I got where I wanted to be, his shirt fell open and I broke the kiss and wrapped my teeth around his hard nipple and I nipped then sucked then nipped again. He growled deep in his chest and I felt it rumble through me. Pussy reacted instantly, tightening her muscles deliciously, sending tiny shockwaves through me, lighting my insides up and fuelling my hunger.

His fingers stroked and flicked and slid inside pussy’s wet walls I closed my muscles around their full girth and rode them. He stopped thrusting and pulled my head back by my hair.

He trapped me in his gaze with a dark look, his lips were curling into that half smile that told me I was in dangerous territory. I didn’t care, I tugged hard against his tangled fingers and tried to attach my teeth to his nipple again. He pulled harder and I winced and stilled.

‘I will tame you Gem.’ His voice came out husky and low and his words vibrated through me. I snarled a little. He was hurting me, my head ached where his fingers gripped my hair.

‘Like hell you will, I will fight you!’ I ground out between clenched teeth as his fingers pushed deep inside me and opened up, stretching me wide, forcing his knuckles through, filling me up until I bucked hard to pull back and stop the pain that was making me so damned wet I could drown us both in my juices!

He laughed against my neck as he nipped and bit, his fingers pushing deeper inside, ‘I expect nothing less from you.’

Suddenly I was being lifted and turned and positioned over the spanking bench again, panic rose in my chest, I struggled against his grip on my hips, and he slapped my ass hard twice. ‘Be still woman.’ he demanded. I twisted in his hold but couldn’t break free, he pressed the weight of his whole body against the back of me and pinned me there while he dragged my arms into position and secured them on the arm rests. I snapped and snarled as he fastened the restraints against my calves.

‘Give it up baby, you won’t break these bonds.’ He murmured as I felt the coldness of his freshly lubed fingers slide between my cheeks, pushing them apart, revealing my tight bud, he slid his finger inside my ass and pushed and pulled and pumped, adding another finger then another. I was bucking and thrusting my ass back onto his fingers, he pulled them out and spanked my cheek. A feral growl escaped me as he plunged his cock in where his fingers had been and I howled as he filled me with his full length in one long thrust. I ground my backside against his thrusting cock and took him all the way in on every stroke.

The pace increased rapidly as he gripped my hips tightly, pounding my ass until I was begging for release, I screamed for him to make me come, I could feel my juices flowing down between my thighs. I was desperate and reaching but he knew I was close and slowed his pace and then pulled out of me. He walked around to the front of the bench and disposed of his condom before taking his time cleaning his cock, wiping his fingers. I had red hot rage burning through me. ‘I want off this damned bench’ I snarled at him.

He laughed, a full throated sound that came up from his belly. He crouched down to eye level with me and gripped my chin.

You want Gem? You’re not getting this are you? I already told you this morning You are going to damn well do as you’re told. But you don’t listen. You demand, or more precisely, our hungry little pussy demands and you facilitate. You can learn how to wait for me. I will deny you my cum, I will deny you my heat until I am ready and you are tamed and I have your complete submission.’ He leaned forward and kissed my mouth, running his tongue against my lips, smiling against my closed mouth.

‘What? You don’t want to open up for me?’ He grinned. I’ll take what I want then.’ He walked around the bench and stood behind me, his fingers probed my wet pussy and pinched my clit as he thrust his engorged cock in and began a long slow deliberate stroke, in and out as he pushed two fingers in my ass and stretched me wide again, I groaned, sobbed, begged for him to let me come. I needed him hard and fast and his measured strokes built the heat inside me but not enough to push me over the edge. My mind was spiralling and the only thought in my head was my hunger for Tom.

I bucked back against his throbbing shaft and tried to increase the pace, he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. ‘I can keep going like this for hours, and I do mean hours baby. All you have to do is submit to me and you can have what you want.’

‘Fuck you.’ I ground out as he lifted his weight from me and he held my hips tightly and continued with his long, slow torturous stroking of my pussy walls.

We were locked in that battle of wills for three more hours before I caved in and gave him what he wanted.

I promised to submit to him whenever he wished. No matter the circumstances, no matter the company. I knew he was referring to Gray’s upcoming 50th celebrations at the weekend, I also knew Stuart would be there. I had finally worked out what was driving Tom.

Tom was claiming me, privately and publicly and woe betide Stuart if he got in the way of that. My submission was his ultimate prize.

He released me from the bench and wrapped me in a huge towelling robe to walk back up to the house, as we entered the kitchen he placed me on the table and we tore into each other. I cried when he gave me my release. It hit me so hard it hurt me, I held on to him so tight I gouged tram lines down his back with my nails. We were primal animals in full glorious lust and it blew our minds. Then he kissed my tears from my cheeks and took me to bed. I was exhausted, Tom was quietly triumphant, he never said a word.

We had changed the shape of everything again and I was once again exhilarated and terrified in equal measure.

Day 5 of 7 – The Spanking Bench! (Part 2)

We hadn’t really done much in the way of maintenance spanking or punishment either for that matter, mainly due to constraints in the house, limited alone time equals limited spanking time. Tom said I’m too noisy! Hence the sound proofing for the shed and the latest addition of a spanking bench!

Why we can’t just do OTK I don’t know but hey, since he asked Gray to step aside as disciplinarian, Tom’s in charge of this aspect so I have no say in it. I confess to being slightly curious though and just a little bit excited about trying the bench for the first time. At least I know I won’t be receiving a caning. I have mixed feelings on that subject but, hey, a spanking is still a spanking.

Anyway, Tom arrived to find me stood with my hands folded in front of me mimicking a good girl waiting for her instructions. I was only mimicking, he could see the defiance in my eyes and it wasn’t lost on him. He grinned, a full blown wide lipped grin that bared his teeth and reached his eyes. He was enjoying this!

‘You ready Gemma?’ He asked as he stepped behind me and began setting the bench up to his liking.

‘Suppose so’ I muttered sulkily I was still feeling robbed and conned.

He swatted my behind hard once with the flat of his hand. ‘Loose the attitude, or this will turn from maintenance to punishment, that means no play time later. I will not be happy about that either so your ass will pay for it.’

I bowed my head and wisely kept my mouth shut!

Finally satisfied everything was set up the way he wanted it he turned his attention back to me. ‘Strip naked and position yourself on the bench.’

My tummy curled with excitement and pussy began to sing her happy tune. I stripped naked in short time, and did as I was told. I knelt on the side benches and positioned myself on the top cushion, Tom had made some adjustments to it when it arrived because my arms didn’t reach the side arms properly. Oh yes, he also added straps to secure me in place!

Tom stepped up and attached the straps along each arm. He set to work strapping my legs into place too.

He moved back behind me and knelt down retrieving something from the shelf at the side of me. He fastened a leather belt around my waist and clipped it with quick release hooks to two eyelet bolt hooks he had screwed into the frame. I was going nowhere! I had zero wriggle room. My ass was gonna be toast!

‘Why do I have to be fastened in? It’s just a bloody maintenance spanking Tom.’ I was wriggling hard against my restraints but to no avail.

‘Because you wriggle and kick and pinch! Suck it up Gem, you brought it on yourself. Now, be a good girl and be quiet.’ His answer did little to mollify me. I hate being this out of control!

He walked around the bench and retrieved a polished wooden paddle from a row of implements hanging on hooks on the wall. He stood directly in front of my face and I belatedly realised, my mouth was at the perfect level for his cock! Bonus? I think so! Pussy contracted tightly at this realisation and I was getting very wet between my thighs which was not lost on Tom when he came back around to my jutting bottom.

I jumped as I felt his fingers stroke pussy for a moment and collect her juices. He leaned over my back and brought his finger to my mouth to suck. I obliged willingly. He growled deep in his throat and then pulled away from me.

The first stroke when it landed shocked me and I swore. My bottom exploded in twin points of pain, one on each cheek. This paddle covered them both at the same time. He waited a moment and then delivered the second stroke. I howled and tried to wriggle. The only thing I could move was my hips! This was not good at all!

The third stroke landed quickly followed by the fourth and I yowled and yelped and still tried to wriggle! I heard him chuckle behind me as the fifth stroke landed, covering my sit spot on both sides and I swore like a trouper at the stinging pain that exploded there. My bottom had set up a steady throbbing pain and I was very, very sore in no time at all. He delivered another 10 strokes before he ceased.

‘Well that works exceptionally well!’ I turned my head to see his face and he was grinning like a bloody Cheshire Cat!

Your paddle is a success!?! My ass is on fire and you’re happy because the damned paddle works well? Seriously!?!’

People, I need to learn when to keep my big mouth shut!

He turned his gaze onto me and smiled, ‘Yeah baby, it worked so well you can have it for 25 more after that little tantrum.’

He continued to spank me with the paddle for another 25 strokes, taking them across both cheeks and both thighs. I was yowling and swearing, I did everything I could to try and break my restraints! Cos y’know, I think I’m super woman or something! All I achieved was the humiliation of hearing him laugh at my puny attempts.

He appeared before me and hung up the paddle, he took down a long leather strap that looked extremely unforgiving and I began to tense my cheeks in anxiety. I was right to be anxious.

‘I wasn’t going to try this today, but given your temper tantrum is in full swing and I’m horny as hell watching you, I think we’ll carry on for a little longer. You ready Gem?’ I could hear the rasp in his voice, he really was turned on by this. I decided to stop fighting it and give in gracefully and take what was coming to me.

He stepped up behind me and the first stroke lifted me off my knees! I had nowhere to go and no way to avoid the next stroke or the next or the next. Jesus this stung like nothing else! My bottom was already hot and throbbing from the paddle spanking, this laid on top was excruciating and I was wailing in no time! Real tears began to fall as I sobbed and begged for him to stop, slow down, just stop, I was sorry… a whole host of laments came pouring out of me and fell on deaf ears. Tom had found his stride and he brought that strap home for 30 strokes before he stopped.

I was in a world of pain now, and I physically jumped when I felt his finger nails graze over my heated globes. Goose bumps rushed across the sensitive surface and he smacked them as they appeared. Short sharp slaps that sent shivers of pain through me. Pussy thought different and began to sing her siren’s song to me. I am a hopeless slave to my damned pussy! Less than a minute had passed and I was wet and throbbing and desperate for his fingers to sink inside me. He knew it too, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear.

‘Our pussy appears to be enjoying this, makes me think I’ve not been thorough enough…’

I immediately began pleading with him, ‘No! No more please, I’m so sore Tom, please don’t spank me anymore now.’

‘Uh huh, so why is pussy so wet Gem?’ He chuckled behind me as he ran his fingers along her swollen lips. He didn’t push through though and I tried to push back but couldn’t push back far enough. I decided right there I didn’t like this blasted spanking bench one bit!

Tom laughed and moved to the left side of the bench. I watched as he set a clamp up at the end of the work bench and then attached the rod to it for the spanking machine.

‘What are you doing? Why are you setting the machine up? I don’t need anymore spanking Tom, I promise I’ll be good baby.’ I whined and cajoled and pleaded. Deaf ears again!

He appeared in front of me and crouched down so he was face to face with me. He kissed the tears from my cheeks before he said ‘I want to try something, I don’t want to cane you, you say you want to be caned, so I’ve found a way we both get what we want. He smiled a really, really wicked smile before he stood up again and reached for the cane.

My eyes were as big as saucers! Please remember the machine works in increments of time not count! The lowest amount of strokes I would receive in a minute would be 20 if he had it on the lowest speed setting! My ass really was toast!

I began to cry properly now, it had been a long time since I had been spanked this thoroughly and with such force too. I really didn’t want the caning right now.

‘Baby please, don’t do this now, I’ll take it later I promise, but please no more now. I really am sore.’ I begged quietly hoping it would reach him.

‘Do you want to use your safe word Gem? All you have to do is say it and we stop. Right now. I promise.’ He was crouched down in front of me and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

I have never used my safe word for a spanking! I took the 20 with the cane! Bastard. He knows how to work me. He crouched and watched my face for the whole 20 strokes. He kissed the tears away from my cheeks before he stood up and released me from the bench.

I stumbled to my feet and grabbed my behind and danced on the spot for 5 minutes. I was sobbing and howling. He came up behind me and wrapped me up in his big arms and lifted me. He sat down on a stool and held me until I stopped crying. He stroked my head, my back, spoke quietly and soothingly to me until I had calmed down. Then he kissed me.

Damn if that kiss didn’t set off a whole chain of events that also included the spanking bench, but for a whole different purpose!

Tom – Day 5 of 7 (Part 1)

Tom had beaten me to the sofa this morning and was sat legs spread wide, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa his other hand stroking his long thick cock slowly, his eyes dark, his mood dangerous. He filled the room with his intensity, it stirred an answering call deep inside me as I lifted my head from the pillow to watch him.

‘Want…’ my sleep filled voice was husky and I saw his hand spasm around his cock tightly as my single word reached his ears, he resumed the pace and continued to stroke, his eyes snagged mine and held my gaze.

I crawled down the bed and lay directly in front of him with my arms folded under my chin. I broke free from his gaze as I greedily took in every detail of his magnificent body. His cock was loaded with precum. I pouted a little, ‘please?’ I whispered, never taking my gaze from his throbbing stiffness.

His breath quickened as his hand pumped his shaft, pulling the precum down to lubricate him as his fingers slid over the bulging tip. A small disappointed sigh escaped me.

More precum oozed. ‘My turn?’ I whispered, licking my lips holding his eyes with mine.

‘No.’ He growled. His lip curled in a half smile as I made a sad face at his denial.

‘But I want…’ I gave him doe eyes, pouty lips, breathy sighs.

He remained unmoved. ‘You can’t have it, you can only watch.’

My pout became real, ‘Why?’

‘Because today baby, you do as you are damn well told.’

His grin was evil! I mean pure evil. Pussy contracted and pulsed. His pulsing cock drew my hungry gaze again. He let out a short laugh and stroked and pulled and smoothed that tight skin over his rock hard cock. He was actually enjoying creating this hunger in me just to deny me. It wasn’t fair.

My inner brat came out to play, I was seriously miffed. I sat up and swung my legs over the end of the bed.

‘Don’t you want pussy wrapped around your lovely thick cock, squeezing it, pulling it in deep, soaking it in my juices? Don’t you want that baby?’ Two could play at this game.

‘I’ll take that later… maybe’. His voice rumbled in his chest, he was close to climaxing, his leg muscles were taught, his face tense, his eyes shuttered.

Maybe?? What the hell? I was incensed!

‘Well maybe I should just get out a toy and wrap pussy around that instead then.’ I jumped up off the bed and walked to the night stand where I kept a myriad of different toys.

‘Use the smallest one you can find baby. You don’t get filled till I say so.’ There was something dark in his tone and it stilled my haste to play this my way.

I felt my juices soaking the top of my thighs, I was confused by my own body’s reaction to his words. My hand had closed around the biggest dildo in the drawer and it was as big as Tom for sure, I hesitated then moved to the slimmest and shortest one, stuck at the back out of sight. I pulled it out and spread lube along it’s 6″ length.

‘Climb on the bed, hands and knees so I can see our pussy eat that dildo.’ His growl rolled over me, my skin shivered with a layer of goose bumps. He had climbed inside my head and was driving me, again!

I did as I was told, I moved down the bed to the end and positioned myself on hands and knees with my pussy so close he could see her swollen lips coated in my juices. I parted her lips and exposed my core to him, he grunted, and she spasmed. juices oozed, I ran my fingers through her and stroked and probed for a moment, enjoying the slick wetness coating my fingers.

‘Don’t fucking play! Use the damned dildo, Now!’ His tone was harsh and gritty.

I was shocked and then inexplicably excited at the same time. I pulled the dildo through my juices and along pussy, it’s cold impersonal touch did nothing to cool her down.

‘Fuck it baby.’ He ordered.

I pressed the tip of the dildo into pussy’s waiting hole, it slid in with no resistance. I was accustomed to the size of Tom’s cock, this was a poor substitute. Half the girth and nowhere close to his length. It was going in the bin after this!

It didn’t matter, Tom groaned deeply behind me as he watched me fuck that dildo for all I was worth. I ground my hips down on it and pulled it deep inside me. I squeezed my muscles around it, aching for my orgasm. It remained out of reach.

‘You can’t get there can you baby? You need my cock in you to make you come don’t you.’ He leaned forward and gripped my butt cheek with his hand and squeezed hard. I yelped and groaned and ground down on the ineffectual dildo.

Frustration bubbled up, ‘Fuck you!’ I swore as I withdrew the dildo and turned to face him, I sat at the end of the bed again with my legs spread, fingers buried deep inside pussy, and I lifted that ridiculous little dildo and licked it clean of my juices, wrapping my tongue around it, curling it under the silicone head, lapping at it, sucking it in deep.

Tom was not immune. He leaned forward and pinched my hard nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I squealed and then groaned.

He growled deeply and came in jagged spasms over his stomach. I crawled off the bed towards him and he placed his foot on my shoulder to stop me getting to him. He shook his head and grinned as he picked up the wipes and cleaned his stomach of his juices.

I was furious! ‘You are being really mean Tom. I wouldn’t deny you like that.’

He smiled lazily at my frustration. ‘I know baby, but then, I’m not due a spanking and you are. That makes all the difference.’

‘That in mind, get dressed and go wait for me in the shed. We’re going to put the new bench through its paces today.’ He said laughing as he got up and walked to his closet.

I stormed off to the bathroom in frustration, the sound of his laughter filling my ears.

3 Months Later…Day 1 of 7

Sam (I can’t keep calling him the Boy) is away on another outward bound course. Since he left yesterday evening Tom has reverted to his default setting of sex, spanking and more sex and he is positively growling! I’m not kidding!

My bottom is hot and sore, pussy is throbbing her happy tune, my head is full of erotic thoughts and Tom is on a mission! He has decided the only way to keep me in line this week is to keep me naked, spanked and fucked and not necessarily in that order. So far today, we started the morning off with a very long HOT shower, progressing to a mid morning kitchen rampage! From nowhere I found myself upended over his knee for a sound hand spanking, quickly followed by him bending me over the kitchen table for a second round of hard and fast sex which was amazing!

Less than an hour later I was up against a wall in the lounge with my leg thrown over his shoulder, with his head between my thighs. His mouth sucked my clit then his clever tongue thrust up into my pussy then along my labia and then circled my clit again and sucked it in between his teeth nipping gently before thrusting his tongue back inside me until I was gripping his head and bucking against his mouth, spilling my juices onto his tongue and groaning loudly. I was in ecstasy!

I retreated shortly there after to do some stuff upstairs where I was ambushed and told to assume the position over the end of the bed for another spanking but this time with the Jokari paddle, (I am learning to hate that damned paddle!) By mid afternoon I had taken refuge in my office but there was nowhere to hide! Over the desk and OMG that MAN! Seriously, I can’t find the off switch!

Don’t get me wrong, I am loving all this attention, he is so controlled when Sam is around, and we act like any normal couple would with a third party present. Properly! Tom makes sure of it! (They get on famously by the way! After two months, Sam made the suggestion that Tom should move in with us seeing as he was here all the time anyway!)

That was a month ago. Since then, Sam has been home for most of the month but he’s now back in the Lake District for a 7 day course and I have a giant horny bear of a man stalking me around the house on a sexual rampage because he’s switched of his self control and gone for marauder extraordinaire! And growling… it’s the only way to describe the low rumble he keeps emitting when he finds me!

I’m out in the garden now, not hiding, just making sure the hot tub is set up for tonight, I have a feeling I will need to sink into it and let those jets ease my aching muscles and sore bottom!

So, the hot tub is down the bottom end of the garden and completely private now that Tom has installed 5ft fencing and trellising around it to hide us from accidental exposure. (Courtesy of Graham recounting the story to Tom one night of how he and I met! (see : Will I never learn?) I got my backside paddled all over again for that once Graham had gone home!)

I was in the process of changing the filter which required me to lean over the side of the tub. I heard my nosy next door neighbour shouting to Tom as he headed down the garden, she gets all flushed and giggly every time she sees him and always tries to flirt with him. Ha! she’s got no chance in hell! Her boobs aren’t big enough and neither is her ass! She’s so slim Tom reckons she would snap in half if he even touched her. Regardless, it meant that for once today I got a heads up he was on his way. I had just righted myself and disposed of the mucky filter when he came around the corner.

‘You hiding from me baby?’ He murmured as he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

I grinned at him ‘nope, just down here sorting the tub out ready for this evening.’

‘Uh huh, is it done?’ He asked casually.

I nodded and he flashed me a wicked smile, his eyes filled with pure lust as his hands stroked my ass and got busy pushing my skirt up over my hips, his fingers slid between my thighs and lit pussy up like a firework display! I don’t know about Tom being insatiable, I wasn’t that far behind him! His fingers slid inside me and my legs opened for him, he smiled against my mouth as his big hand covered my pussy and sank three fingers in, ‘good girl, you know you’re taking all of them don’t you, spread your legs wide baby…’

I groaned and leaned against the shed wall and spread my legs for him. He pushed his fourth finger inside me and stretched me wide with his huge hand. I gripped his powerful shoulders and dug my nails in deep as I pushed down against his thrust and he pushed up harder, it was deliciously painful and his hand became slick with my juices. I bucked and growled low in my throat as he began to increase the pace, he grabbed my hair with his other hand and pulled my head back for his kiss, his tongue thrust into my mouth as his fingers filled my pussy and I was climbing fast towards yet another orgasm. He let go of my hair and dragged his hand down to the front of my work shirt and he yanked it open popping buttons everywhere until he released my breasts. He gripped one as it tumbled into his waiting hand. I moaned deeply into his mouth and pushed my breast harder against his grip. I was full of Tom, he was everywhere all at once, filling me, fucking me, squeezing me.

He let go of me long enough to turn me around and I braced myself at arms length against the shed wall. He spread my legs as he released his throbbing cock from his jeans and slid it deep inside me in one hard thrust. He gripped my hair in his fist and pulled my head back and he sank his tongue into my waiting mouth again. I sucked his tongue as he fucked me, I groaned loudly as my climax climbed, he thrust harder and faster as he let go of my hair and slid his hand around my throat and stretched me, arching my back, while he used his massive body to absorb me into him.

I had no thoughts, just the most amazing sensations of painful pleasure that took over until I jerked hard and squeezed my muscles around his thick member and rode my orgasm home as wave after wave of hot tremors flooded through me. My head was empty of everything save this big man, I was a mass of rolling emotions and sensations, I heard myself emitting a long low feral growl which caused Tom to thrust harder and faster against the tidal wave I was gripped in. He smiled against my mouth again and whispered, ‘I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop, until you have nothing left to give and I have your tears in my mouth.’

He continued to thrust against my tightened muscles and I clenched harder around him and pushed my ass out to take all of him again and again. He grunted low in his throat and held me firmly on his cock as he pumped his hot seed into me filling me with its heat. I climaxed hard and fast around his thick throbbing cock, it came from nowhere and floored me, ripping through me, my legs buckled and he pulled me up against him as he continued to thrust until he was spent.

As he slid out of me we heard a shrill voice on the other side of the fence. ‘Gemma, are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain! Can I help you?’

I got a fit of the giggles as Tom very calmly responded, ‘She’s just fine Ms Ashton, we were just having a little fun is all.’

Damn I wish I could have seen her face!

9 days with Tom – It Begins!

18 + #NSFW SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

I was all good with the boy leaving until Tom and I came back in the house and closed the door after seeing him off. I could feel all my emotions rushing to the surface. I sighed heavily and wandered off to the lounge in search of more wine, I was going to finish that bottle off, no point wasting it now was there?

It never happened. Tom appeared behind me and reached over removing the bottle gently from my grasp. ‘Don’t Gem, please?’ He spoke quietly and without censure. ‘Give your pain to me instead, let me take it from you baby.’

I shrugged and put my empty glass down on the table and turned to face him. He lifted my chin and searched my eyes. Job done. The tears flowed unchecked and I was sobbing my heart out inside of 10 seconds. He wrapped his arms around me and hauled me onto his lap as he sat down in the armchair. I disappeared inside his huge cuddle and I’m telling you, if I could have found a way to climb inside him right then I would have. I just wanted to feel anything but this horrible sadness. It was debilitating and gnawed at my insides!

‘I don’t even know why I’m so upset,’ I mumbled into his chest. ‘It’s not like it’s the first time he’s gone away for a few days and left me to my own devices. But this is ten days, on an outward bound course designed for disabled people. Anything could happen!’

Tom listened and made low soothing noises, no words, just low sounds that eased my tension. I took a deep shuddering breath and then more tears flowed! Bloody hell! I was a wreck! Actually, I was being chased around inside my head by my biggest fears. They had all come crawling out of their boxes and picked up momentum!

I don’t mind admitting I was terrified he would have an accident, or worse he wouldn’t, and would want to keep going back! I know, I know, I was being perverse but hell this ‘trusting your child can look after themselves’ thing is a very overrated past time. I don’t care that he is no longer a child! I wanted him here with me. I had missed him! He hadn’t been back long enough to fill up the space with himself before he had vanished again. It wasn’t bloody fair!

Okay so it was, but I was being unreasonable in my emotional state.

Tom shifted his weight slightly and I lifted my head. I had all but forgotten him. I sniffled and leaned across to the coffee table for tissues and blew my nose and wiped my eyes before settling against his chest again.

‘What can I do Gem? Tell me what you need.’ He stroked my back and soothed me as the low timber of his voice washed over me. I knew what I needed, I needed physical pain to cleanse this horrible emotional sadness and fear! I didn’t know how to ask for it or explain it, so I sat up, undid his belt buckle and pulled his thick leather belt from his jeans until I held it in my hands. I never said a word, I just held his gaze and saw the heat rise in his eyes, felt him harden beneath my bottom and he grunted in understanding.

I handed him the belt and he laid it across the arm of the chair, then his fingers found the zipper on my dress and he slid it down to below my hips. He pushed the shoulder straps down my arms until my lace covered breasts were revealed to his hungry stare.

‘Stand up for me baby.’ He murmured as he sat forward on the chair.

I slid off his lap and stood before him, my dress slid down my body and pooled around my feet leaving me wearing just my black lace underwear, black stockings and heels.

He sucked in a breath as he took me in, ‘Turn around for me’ his voice was barely above a whisper and I felt the goosebumps scatter over my exposed skin. Quite suddenly, I was hot and I could feel pussy’s juices building between my thighs. I turned around and presented my barely lace covered bottom to him. I felt his fingers trace the curve of the material midway across first one cheek then the other. I was trembling.

‘We’re gonna revisit this after I bring you back, you hear me Gem?’ His voice was filled with a sexual tension I connected to on a primal level and I nodded.

He stood up behind me and suddenly I felt dwarfed by him. ‘Over the arm of the sofa.’

I stepped forward and without a second thought I draped myself over the raised arm. My legs stretched out so that I was resting my feet on tiptoe.

I felt him move up behind me, his hand closed over first one raised cheek then the other. He stroked them, ran his nails lightly over the skin sending a flurry of chills across them. I felt his fingers snag the waistband of my panties and he pulled them slowly over my bottom and down my legs until he had them in his hand. He came around the front and crouched down at the side of my face.

‘Open your mouth, there’s a good girl.’ His tone was heavy and filled with dark intensity. It sent shock waves through me. I could feel my submission poor itself like liquid gold all over my fighter brain. I opened my mouth and he pushed my lace panties inside.

‘Close your mouth.’ He watched as I gripped my teeth around the panties, he smiled darkly and stood again. I didn’t know this Tom. He was new, this Tom excited me on a completely different level. He stepped back to one side of me and I heard his belt buckle rattle as he prepared it’s length.

When the first stroke landed hot and heavy, sharp stinging pain erupted across my behind and I reared up for a moment. I squealed around the panties in my mouth, but it came out muffled. I dropped my head back down and gripped the cushions tightly.

The second stroke landed and red hot pain shot across my cheeks. I jumped and my legs sprang open. He reached behind me and slid a finger between my pussy lips, this brought him closer to me and he probed my pussy with his fingers then stopped and brought the third stroke home. He thrust his fingers inside me again and I was writhing against his hand and howling against the heat of his belt as it branded my cheeks again and again and again. Tears poured down my face as I shouted and squealed and yowled in pain. He brought the thick heavy leather hard against the back of my thighs and I screamed and spat the panties out. I was howling loudly now, sobbing and pleading with him, desperate for it to stop, even more desperate for it to continue. Eventually he dropped the belt at the side of my head and leaned down over me.

‘Don’t move Gemma.’ He instructed firmly.

I nodded mutely. He rose up again and brought his hand down hard against my cheek and red hot heat exploded with the force of the spank. Then my other cheek received four hard heavy spanks in quick succession, he alternated then, until his hands were raining down heavy spanks across both cheeks and thighs turning them a deep red and filling them with white hot heat and searing pain.

I heard his jeans as they hit the floor. He pressed himself up behind me and I felt the tip of his cock pushing against pussy’s wet hole. I groaned and raised my hot bottom higher and spread my legs wider, his cock filled me with one thrust as his hand spanked my bottom hard. I cried out and felt myself go under, with each thrust I became more submissive, my mind turned to liquid and I could only focus on the mixture of painful spanks mixed with the wonderful sensations erupting inside me as his cock filled me, stretching me wide with it’s thick girth. Plunging deep and pulling back to slam in hard and fast as he rode me and spanked me and gripped me hard to hold me down. My climax was climbing fast, I pushed against his hand and raised my bottom as high as I could to take more of him inside me, his thighs slapped the back of mine with force as he gripped both hips now and drove in deep again and again and again until my head was empty of a single painful thought, without warning, my orgasm erupted and ripped through everything, shooting through me like a lightning strike and I tightened around his shaft and screamed his name over and over again. He followed me over the edge, his body folded over the length of mine and he braced his weight on his arms either side of my head, I felt him sear my insides with heat as he pumped hard and erupted inside me filling me with his hot seed, he groaned deeply against my ear continuing to thrust until he was spent.

Slowly, he raised himself up and withdrew his cock. His warm juices spilled from me and soaked the insides of my thighs. He placed a large hand over the juice and rubbed it in, his fingers thrust up inside me, gathering his cream and he brought it and smeared it across my hot thighs and cheeks and then he brought his hand around to my face and pushed his finger into my mouth. I closed around it and sucked our juices from it greedily, wrapping my tongue around the length of his finger, making sure I got everything before he pulled it out slowly.

Without a word he picked me up bodily from the sofa and carried me upstairs cradled in his arms. He pushed open the bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed and held me, kissing my tears from my face before stealing my breath with a kiss I got lost in.

My 9 days with Tom had begun…

Consequences

#NSFW 18+ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT.

Tom was acting up because it was time to pay for breaking the rules. His argument was that I had actively encouraged him to do so and it wasn’t fair of me to then pull the rug and say ‘uh uh you shouldn’t have done that. That’s prohibited!’ I did say he could take that up with me again, after his punishment had taken place. For now, my argument still stands, besides, I hold the cane therefore I win.

I explained in great detail that I see it as my mission to test his ability to keep to the only rule he has been given by Graham. How hard can that be? His whole reason for agreeing to discipline with Graham was because he is brilliantly lazy and flies by the seat of his pants too close to deadlines even for his own comfort. He needs to be more disciplined, more determined to succeed and less inclined to just wing it and hope for the best. Besides, it isn’t my responsibility to make sure he doesn’t break the rules, it’s his. That’s the whole point!

He’s failed in applying a more disciplined approach on a great many occasions over the past three days. Some he has been punished for already but there are now 6 occasions where he wilfully smashed that rule to smithereens and he thinks I should be complicit with him in not bringing it to Graham’s attention as I was the one who ‘made’ him break it.

I said ‘No chance.’ I want to keep the lovely skin of my bottom without severe cane blemishes that last for a month thank you. Self preservation and all that.

Hence his mega sulk.

I have yet to use my strict tone with him, I had hoped he would accept his punishment without the need for me to get too strict with him. I am new to this, so obviously I was hugely mistaken in thinking I could discipline him without my Ma’am persona fully in place. That’s okay, I like that persona a lot anyway. Especially after the power trip I experienced with him this morning. I am more than happy to go there again. And go there I did.

I stood at the end of the bed and watched him, lying there with his arm covering his eyes and his chin set in a stubborn lift, lips tight and he’s refusing to talk to me.

‘Thomas!’ His name came out like a whip lash and he instantly dropped his arm from his face. He glared at me.

I raised my eyebrow, Strict Ma’am was fully in play now. ‘Really Thomas? You think this behaviour is going to aid your backside in any way at all?’

He shrugged his massive shoulders once, but I could see it in his eyes, he was wavering. Damn, the power of a sharp tone!

‘I will only tell you one more time to get your arse over the end of this bed and assume the position. You are being caned, but it’s up to you whether the caning stops after 6 or continues for 16 because of your adolescent sulking fit! Now move!’ I demanded sternly.

He was immediately on his feet and heading for the foot of the bed. He and I are so similar in our regard for obeying authority, he could not resist one final act of defiance before he capitulated and took his punishment.

‘There will be pay back for this, I promise you. We are going to have that conversation about how I am now in default for breaking rules you made sure I would break.’ I could see his sulk still sitting in his eyes, I could feel it in every line of his body and I’ve gotta tell you people, I absolutely loved this! This version of Tom was by far and away my favourite to date! Complete submission would have gotten boring for me really quickly. Absolute refusal would have made it too much like he had all the control, but this in between thing he had created between us? Oh hell yes, I could go for this in a big way. I could feel myself growing moist and the curls of excitement began to flicker in my stomach.

‘Can I suggest you stop your mouth writing any more cheques that your arse can’t cash please?’ You cannot afford to piss me off any further Thomas, now bend over, stop behaving like a spoilt brat and start counting!’

His temper flared in his eyes, his lips disappeared into a thin line but he bent over and he assumed the position.

I wasted no time, he needed bringing back in line before I lost this battle of wills with him completely.

I stood to the side and brought the cane down once through the air to test it, I saw his buttocks clench and then release and I used the opportunity to put my first stroke across those cheeks. The cane whipped an instant red line straight across both cheeks and he jumped, yowled and swore all at the same time. I wasted no time, I brought the second stroke down directly above the first, he drew in a sharp intake of breath but made no other sound. He wasn’t counting, he knew I wanted him to count, he hadn’t started, maybe when he got past 16 strokes and I continued he would get with the plot.

I waited a moment until his bottom had bloomed with twin welts and then delivered the third. He braced his shoulders, no sound. The fourth I brought home across his sit spot. This time he howled, loudly and swore prolifically. I brought the 5th home across the top of his thighs, the 6th came in just below it and the 7th and 8th arrived across both cheeks again. I paused ‘when are you going to start counting Tom?’

He shouted EIGHT! at me and I laughed. ‘Oh no, you don’t get to jump to mid way Tom. We start counting out loud from 1. not 8. So, we shall take the next stroke as 1. Make it loud and clear or I will ignore it and start again. Clear?’

I brought the cane across his cheeks sharply. He swore loudly and shouted ‘Yes Ma’am, ONE!’
16 strokes later, he was sobbing and pleading for me to stop. He apologised for breaking the rules over and over and as each new stroke landed he got louder and louder. Tears came and he submitted to me completely. I laid the cane down on the bed by his side and ran my hands over the mass of searing hot welts left by my cane. I ran my finger nails over the surface and watched as the goosebumps chased across the surface. I heard him groan as I gripped his cheek and squeezed and then released and did the same to the other cheek. His pleading set up again, ‘Please Ma’am. No more please? I can’t control…’

‘Learn how to and fast Tom. You can not cum without Graham’s consent. If you do you are going to be in a world of pain. I raised my hand and spanked both cheeks simultaneously with a flurry of sharp spanks. I stopped when he dropped his head between his arms on the bed and I heard him sobbing. I patted his back once, ‘Corner time. Go and stand in the corner by the window and face the wall, hands on head. 10 minutes and then we shall carry out the final part of your punishment.’

He stood up and eyes downcast he made his way to the corner and did as instructed immediately. This was definitely submissive Tom.

He presented his bottom to me as he continued with his corner time. His backside and thighs were a mass of red welts and cane marks. He had taken his punishment well but only because he had been made to. I wanted to make sure he didn’t make the mistake of thinking he could do as he pleased while he was with me. We were definitely going to have to work on his submission more thoroughly.

‘Now Tom, because you decided you we’re going to throw a temper tantrum today, I have to teach you a very hard lesson. One that, after it, I hope you will remember and therefore not need teaching twice. Should that happen, it will be a very painful experience, I promise.’

‘Yes Ma’am’ he muttered. There was no beligerence left in his voice. He had submitted to me completely.

‘Turn around please.’ I instructed sharply.

He turned and faced me, his cock was standing to attention as normal and I grinned and licked my lips. His cock jumped and he groaned.

‘Oh don’t worry baby,’ I crooned as I stood before him, ‘I’m not putting you through that particular wringer yet. I have some choices for you to decide on. Okay?’

He was instantly wary. My tone was far too pleasant for it to be trusted.

Yes Ma’am. He said hesitantly.

‘Good. So, you have three choices for the rest of your punishment.

  1. Chilli heat rub all over your bottom and thighs and take 400 spanks of the hairbrush from the machine on top setting without a break.
  2. ginger fig inserted for 4 minutes and 100 spanks with the hairbrush from the machine.
  3. Chilli heat rub all over your caned bottom and thighs while I play with your cock and see whether you have improved your self discipline regarding not cumming.

Before you choose, think on this, if you choose #3 and you break the rules again, I will have no choice but to inform Graham and hand you back to him at the end of our first week with a list of how many times you broke it, and he will deliver your next punishment. The choice is yours Tom you have 2 minutes to make up your mind.’

I watched as his choices sank in. I saw something glint in his eyes as he made his choice and my pussy sprang to life instantly. Oh he was so not submissive Tom by a long mile! Damn, I really really liked this new Tom! A lot!

‘I’ll take number 3 please Ma’am.’ He said ever so politely.

‘Good boy!’ Yes! I didn’t want to spank him anymore, I wanted to play with him. 10 days, just 10 small days. I was taking everything I could from him. I’m greedy, I don’t care.

I stepped up behind him and ran my hands over his buttocks and thighs one more time before I applied chilli heat to them and then I waited. I heard the hiss of breath from him as the heat began to work its way into the sore skin of his welts and blisters and then I wiped my hands on the inside of his thighs and down the front of them with the remainder of the cream. This cream, it truly is evil, it packs the most powerful heat and feels like you just rubbed raw ginger all over your skin. It stings and burns and heats and builds on the pain you’re already feeling from the broken skin of the caning. The effects last for at least an hour before they start to calm down some.

You can relax your arms now’ I said as I crouched down in front of him and slid my lips over the tip of his turgid member. He brought his hands down and placed them on either side of my head as I slid him further into the heat of my mouth. His grip tightened, his leg muscles tensed and he groaned a deep guttural moan that ripped through me and made me so wet I was sure my juices must be running down my thighs. Damn but this man could turn me inside out in a second! I was enthralled by my own body’s reaction to him as much as I was with his reaction to me.

I sucked him, licked him, stroked him with my tongue, and plunged his thick cock in and out of my mouth for nearly 30 minutes. I mimicked the strokes he had shown me during his performance earlier and I was treated to a mouth full of pre-cum juices and his legs began to tremble. I raised my eyes to look at his face, my mouth full of his thick rigid cock, I locked my gaze with his and he was not submissive Tom. Not at all. The expression on his face was intensity personified, he held my head tightly and began to thrust his hips gently against the stroke of my mouth on his throbbing cock.

‘We’re going to be doing this a long time baby, I refuse to cum because I know how much you want to taste it. But I am going to fuck you blind for the rest of the day. I will not cum, but by Christ woman, you will. I am going to wring you out and hang you out to dry until you are limp and spent and mine to do with as I please.’ He whispered those words as he pushed harder into my waiting mouth, and I pulled back and applied suction. I watched as his eyes closed and he fought against his natural instincts to fill me with his cream.

I slid his cock out of my mouth and then began to stroke him with one hand as I crouched before him and slid my other hand between my thighs and my fingers slid between the silken folds of pussy’s lips and sank deep inside me.

He couldn’t take the visual impact as well as the physical impact and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me slowly and painfully to my feet. I came. Hard. The painful tug had pushed me over the edge and my juices flowed over my fingers and my body collapsed trembling against his. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me, I could feel the power surging through him, he bent me back over his arm and caught a nipple between his finger and thumb and pinched it hard until I gasped and felt myself going under as he turned the tables on me once again and used my own greedy needs against me. I felt myself being lifted bodily, I wrapped my legs around his hips as he gripped my buttocks tightly and thrust his engorged cock deep inside me. I pushed my arms under his and wrapped them around him and clutched hard to the solid mass of his back. My nails dug in deeply as he thrust inside me harder and harder…

‘YES… ‘ I cried as my climax built swiftly… I lifted my gaze to his and I saw beautiful, raw need looking back at me. But he didn’t cum…

He would win this battle of wills, I was helpless. My own body would betray me and I had never been happier for it to be so.

I think I may have finally met my match.

Rules anyone?

#NSFW 18+ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT

So has anyone remembered that Tom is supposed to be on an orgasm ban? Graham had told him the ban was in place until he said different. Now, when Graham says things like that, two things are immediately apparent. 1. You don’t break that rule and 2. You just know you are in for a long haul ban. Tom is only with us for two weeks and we are just 4 days in on that two weeks. Still another 10 days to go and he has already been punished once for breaking that rule and Graham knows it.

So…Tom broke the rules again yesterday evening, 3 times. I of course took full advantage of his forgetfulness, I have no shame. He is delicious! But, you know what that means right? Tables are turning and it’s my turn to bring him back into line. I am so looking forward to this but before I do I decided to make full use of him first. Seems a shame not to. Besides, he spanked my arse so hard last night I have twin hand prints covering my cheeks! Payback is gonna be a bitch! Bloody hell his hands are HUGE!

Regardless, my bottom was quite achy this morning, throbbing, but achy. Tom was still sound asleep at the side of me and I got a buzz from waking up next to him that I had not experienced before.

I slipped out of bed letting my own fears chase me across the room. Deep breaths Gem, deep breaths and just look at him. It’s Tom, beautiful, compliant, submissive, deferential Tom. All you have to do is give him that strict voice and he’s all yours to do with as you wish.

I love my own pep talks! No arguing! I sat musing my options as I watched him sleep.

The thing I really like about him is, he’s always ready. Over the past few days all I’ve had to do is look at his crotch and he’s instantly hard! I love it! Not to mention the buzz I get knowing I can do that to him! I swear, that poor man has been walking around with a permanent hard on since he got here two days ago. I won’t let it go soft. I only have him for 10 more days people, I need to make hay while the sun shines!

For a long time, I have been bereft of a lover who didn’t feel the need to control me constantly. Tom is ticking every single box right now and some I didn’t know I had! That scares me and thrills me in equal measure. I know I’m an emotional coward and will run like a scared rabbit at the first signs of a request for commitment. So far, Tom has not triggered that. It’s very early days yet and we are still in the ‘ hot sex and spanking’ zone. I like living there. It fulfils my needs. He fulfils my needs and I want him, constantly! I feel greedy and I don’t care.

I sat on the small sofa on the other side of the bedroom musing these thoughts and I hadn’t realised he was awake and watching me watch him.

‘What you doin’ all the way over there Gem?’ His voice was sleep gruff and sexy as hell, it grazed over my skin like a cool breeze and I watched the goose bumps appear on my arms. I raised my gaze to meet his and he smiled a lazy smile.

He sat up and the sheets fell away from him, his massive chest was on full show and I felt pussy stir.

‘I’m just thinking,’ I murmured as I lowered my gaze from his eyes to his massive chest and then down to where the sheet had bunched up around his hips. And there it was, he grew hard watching me watch him.

‘Be a darling and pull the sheet back please.’ I said quietly never taking my eyes from his covered hips.

He barked out a deep laugh but he complied. He threw the sheet back and revealed his beautiful cock growing hard and twitching laying against his thigh. I smiled and licked my lips. His cock twitched harder. Pussy was singing her own song so I changed position and spread my leg wide and let my fingers do their own work on her. I slid my finger between her naked smoothly shaven plump lips and stroked my clit. I kept my gaze fixed on his cock. It jumped to order. He shifted his weight slightly.

‘Don’t move!’ I demanded as I continued to stroke myself while he watched. His cock raised now, the turgid head stood proud of it’s sheathing as blood coursed to the tip. I wanted to lower myself down on it’s thick length and take him completely inside me and keep him there, but I remained where I was, my thoughts drove my fingers to find their way inside me working pussy into a wonderful throbbing mass of need driven by the sight of him, lying there quietly, accepting my will, not forcing his own, waiting patiently for his next instruction.

I felt powerful.

‘Jesus Gem…’ His voice was deep and gruff as he watched me masturbate while I watched his cock. I slid my gaze back up the mass of beautiful muscles and lightly bronzed skin of his torso, to his eyes. Oh my… lust…pure unadulterated lust… but there was something else… he was mine to command, it was there in his eyes and I felt the power surge through me again. My fingers worked harder and my body writhed, I needed more. I dropped my gaze back down to his cock and moaned a little as I licked my lips.

‘I want to watch you stroke yourself for me.’ I said between little moans and minuscule hip movements. He grunted and closed his big meaty hand around his shaft and he started a slow steady stroke, sliding his hand all the way to the tip and then down again, the head was engorged and clear drops of pre-cum glistened on its tip.

‘Taste that for me.’ I said as my eyes drank in his every smooth stroke. He rubbed his finger over the head and collected his juices. He raised it to his mouth and barely allowed a grimace as he slid his finger between his lips and sucked it clean.

I moaned as I began to work my pussy harder. I was desperate to cum, but I wanted to make this last as long as I could.

‘What do you taste like?’ my voice was barely above a whisper, I didn’t want to break the tension or the spell that had fallen over the room. We were more connected right now than we had been last night when you couldn’t slide a piece of paper between us!

‘Salty. It tastes better when I taste it in your mouth baby.’ He was talking very quietly too I knew he felt the same way I did.

‘Do you want your cock in my mouth Tom? Do you want to feel my lips close around it and sink down and wrap it inside my warm wet mouth?’ My fingers plunged, my hips were pushing up to reach the down stroke of my own hand. My thumb was circling my clit and it throbbed so hard…

He groaned and I watched his body surge upwards at the thought of my mouth taking him inside and wrapping him in it’s heat.

‘Damn it Gem! You’re killing me here…’ he ground out between clenched teeth, as he continued to stroke and pull and then smooth his cock, it was a rhythm that was particular to what he knew he needed. I was fascinated. There was no straight up and down pumping going on, this was so damned erotic, a man knows how to give himself what he needs. He knows what makes his cock jump and spill. He wastes no time with unnecessary actions. Tom was a delight to watch and I knew he was getting off on performing for me. I learned from his strokes what he needed as I drank in every move. I stored the rhythm in the back of my mind to use on him at a later date. I would enslave him with his own lustful desire for me, for this, for us.

His breathing had changed, it was heavier, shorter, little grunts escaped as he worked that cock for me. He never took his eyes from my fingers, watching as they buried themselves deep inside my pussy and then slid out, glistening with her juices, I lifted them to my mouth and slipped two fingers between my lips and sucked. ‘I taste sweet.’ I murmured as I lowered my fingers back down to continue stroking.

He groaned, ‘I know you do baby, let me taste you?’ So quietly spoken. His breathing was shallow now, I knew he was close.

‘Not yet.’ I shook my head slowly denying him his prize, and leaned back. I spread my legs so I was wide open to his view. I thrust my hips up and threw my head back as I arched and pumped my fingers deep inside until I felt my climax tearing through me.

‘Now!’ I groaned so loud it brought Tom off the bed and on his knees between my thighs before I had finished. His mouth covered my slick wet pussy as he drank in my juices, thrusting his tongue inside me over my fingers. I held them there and felt him stretch me, I grabbed the back of his head as my orgasm rose up again and I rode that wave for all I was worth.

Finally, finally I came down. I dropped my leg and placed my foot against his chest and pushed.

He pulled back a little and looked up at my face. I pushed again. ‘I want you NOW!’ I demanded. I pushed him again and he lay flat on the floor, his rigid cock standing to attention. I dropped down onto my knees between his thighs and I lowered my lips slowly over his engorged tip. I sucked him all the way in right to the back of my throat. I could taste his bitter saltiness on my tongue and I sucked hard. Then I pulled all the way back and wrapped my tongue in the crease under the tip and applied suction. He bucked up hard. His hand grabbed my head and held me fast. I pumped him, applying suction, releasing him then beginning all over again. His legs trembled, he leaned up and braced himself on one arm so he could watch me, I raised my eyes to watch his face. The tension I saw there was beautiful and raw. I lowered my mouth all the way down to his groin but I kept my eyes locked with his and he grunted, deep and low, a guttural sound that was music to my ears, his hips thrust up hard, his legs locked, his cream shot from him and hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, then swallowed again as he continued to shoot thick hot cream into my waiting mouth still holding my head firmly, locking us together as I milked every single drop from him, I covered his cock with his juices, I licked it clean, I smoothed the last drops down his shaft and then sucked it all back in to my mouth. He was still bucking and groaning and gripping me tightly.

Finally I let him go and sat back to look at him. He had a dazed expression on his face and he just shook his head at me slowly, ‘Fuck… that was…’

I grinned at him and said very quietly, ‘That was… breaking the rules Tom.’

I felt him freeze, he had been going to reach for me and he froze mid reach. ‘The rules?’ He questioned.

‘Uh huh,’ I nodded, ‘The rules. You’re on an orgasm ban remember?’

He looked genuinely confused, ‘But… we changed the rules yesterday Gem, we started new rules, remember?’ He sat up now and raised his knees to support his heavy arms. Jesus he was all muscle and heat and I was getting hot for him all over again.

‘No,’ I shook my head slowly, ‘they were my rules we changed. The orgasm ban is Graham’s rule. Only Graham can change that, I wouldn’t even dare try.’ I was still smiling like the cat with the cream.

‘Aww come on baby, that’s not…’ His face was a study in consternation.

‘Fair?’ I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

‘Yeah… fair.’ He said somewhat truculently.

‘Was it fair when you spanked me without warning last night? Was it fair when you pounded my ass with your hand for 20 minutes? I have two huge hand prints covering my ass this morning and my cheeks ache from your spanking. Was that fair?’ I countered, thoroughly enjoying the sparring now.

He was instantly apologetic. ‘Oh god, did I hurt you? I never meant to …’

I laughed a little, ‘Of course you hurt me, it wouldn’t be a spanking if it didn’t hurt!’ I watched his face relax again. I drove my point home harder. ‘But… we aren’t discussing me Tom, we’re discussing you, breaking the rules not once, but 3 times last night and now its 4 times. Graham is going to be livid with you. I would not want to be in your shoes when he canes you for your wilful disregard of his rules. He doesn’t like that. He makes it hurt, a lot. For a long time.’ And Tom paled at the memory of his previous punishment with Graham.

‘Or… you could take it like a man from me. Your choice baby.’ I was up on my knees now, leaning forward with my breasts jutting perkily trapped between my arms, he was struggling to keep his eyes on my face and they kept dropping down to my very hard dusky nipples. His hand came up and he wrapped it around my left breast and squeezed a little harder than he ever had before, I sucked in a breath and moaned a little, his lip curled in a half smile and his eyes filled with lust, I saw the glint in his eye as he got the message that he was in big trouble. It said loud and clear, he wasn’t going down without a fight.

‘Fine, but if I’m going to be punished for four I might as well make it a damn good 6 and fuck you until you’re purring. Come here!’ His was a growl and my whole body responded to it with liquid fire coursing through me. I was hungry again. He covered my right breast with his other hand and pulled me.

I leaned forward, wincing at the delicious shot of pain that worked its way straight down and fired my pussy up instantly. He pulled me up and onto my feet. He squeezed deliciously hard before he let go, lifted me bodily, turned and threw me down in the middle of the bed on my back. He grabbed me and placed a leg either side of his chest as he followed me down and impaled me with his huge cock. I was instantly full, stretched to my limit and so ready for him I thrust up on his down stroke to meet him…

Some hours later, I lay curled into his side with his big meaty arm holding me firmly to him and I was purring happily. Damn but this man knew how to do me.

It was almost a shame that he would have to be punished for it, but those are the rules. You break ’em you pay for them. I slid out of bed and went to retrieve my cane.