Holiday Kink

Chapter Three

Imposing in bearing, and barking orders quick

I knew in a moment this must be Master Nick.

More endowed than a porn star, across the floor he came

And he whistled and shouted as he called them by name.

Now Doe and Mary, Angie and Trish

Up John and Robert, Brody and Dick.

On the floor before me, or up against the wall

Wake up and obey me, or face the sting of my flog.

For his age, Andrew had a great body, which he kept fit by going regularly to the gym. Over his powerful physique-most commonly seen in dress shirts and slacks-he wore leather straps with metal studs. His nipples-oh my god-were newly pierced with silver rings, and when my gaze followed the tapering of his torso, my excitement almost overflowed for he wore tight leather shorts with a strategically placed hole through which sprang his engorged cock. I pinched myself, sure I was dreaming.

“Knees, now!” he barked.

“Yes, Sir.” I dropped to the carpeted floor bringing myself eye level with his swollen shaft. I’d sucked Andrew off before and his rod was nothing new, but dressed as we currently were and with him taking charge-deliciously so-it was like I faced a whole new man-one I wanted to get to know better, with my mouth.

Thinking I knew what he wanted, I lifted my hand to stroke him. I’d barely touched his velvety, steel length when his hand twisted in my hair and pulled me up.

I yelped in pain and might have protested his treatment but his lips caught mine in a punishing kiss. Never had he embraced me so forcefully, so manly. I melted like wax to a flame and his arms wrapped around me in a crushing grip. I was so ready to fuck him right then and there, and I could feel against my lower belly just how ready he was as well. So it was with surprise that I felt him sink down to sit on the couch, leaving me standing and shaking with passion.

“Get over here.” He pointed to his lap and I frowned at him. Surely he couldn’t mean…

“Why?”

“That’s two punishments you’ve earned. One for touching my cock without permission and the other for speaking without saying Sir. Now get your ass over my knee right now before you earn a third.”

Punishment? My eyes went wide and my breath came short. As if I floated on a cloud, I draped myself over his lap. He laid a heavy arm over my back and held me down. Cool air brushed my ass cheeks as he flipped up my skirt. I tensed, dreading and craving what was coming. Surely he wouldn’t…

Crack!

His hard hand struck my ass cheek with a loud sound. And it fucking stung. I yelped and tried to buck. His arm pushed down on me holding me in place. I suddenly wondered if I wanted to do this.

As if sensing my trepidation Andrew spoke. “I expect you to take your punishment like a good girl, but if things get too much I’m going to give you safe word. If you feel you can’t handle it, say ‘butterfly’ and I will stop. Do you understand me?”

I nodded my head.

Thwack! I cried out.

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes Sir.”

At my words his big hand rubbed my offended cheek. “That’s my good girl. You want this don’t you?”

I would have replied but he delivered a flurry of slaps, and I was panting to hold back cries. It hurt, but even more delicious, it made me hot. My cunt quivered and moistened the more my ass throbbed.

He continued his punishment of my posterior until my ass burned, but it was nothing compared to the raging heat inside me. He stopped his smacks and I panted on his lap, wiggling my buttocks for more. Instead his fingers probed my nether lips and slid in to stroke me. I cried out and clenched my sex around his intruding digits.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes Sir.” I almost sobbed.

A new round of smacks ramped my desire up even higher. I thrashed and moaned incoherently in response. My husband, or should I say master, suddenly changed up his tactics. Instead of exclusively spanking, he began to delve between my thighs every other stroke or two. His fingers slid down the length of my silken slit, wetting them. He drew those damp digits back up the crevice of my ass. I prepared for another spank, but instead I tensed as he probed at my virgin ring. He inserted the tip of his finger and, unsure of how I felt about the odd sensation even if I’d found it exciting online, I tightened up. He withdrew and a slew of slaps had me crying out and slumping over his lap. The throbbing in my ass reverberated throughout my whole body. He held me on the brink of orgasm, stroking me just right but somehow keeping me from going over. His fingers slid along my wet cleft, teasing and probing. When they moved back up my ass, I was ready for his anal incursion and forced myself to relax. He grunted as he slid his finger up to the knuckle in my ass.

As sensations went, the jury was out on whether I liked it or not. My pussy though already knew-it liked it and wanted more. And as for Andrew, if the cock poking me in the side was any indication, he liked it as well.

The finger in my ass withdrew and I mewled in loss, especially when he told me to get up. I stood in front of him, hands clasped, head bowed, my cunt a sopping mass of tingling nerves.

“Bend over the end of the couch.” His curt order saw my feet immediately moving, and I draped myself over the armrest.

Once again, he flipped up my skirt, exposing me. I wasn’t expecting him to start slapping me again and without his iron grip holding me down, I squirmed and moaned at his touch on my already red and sensitized skin.

The sting of his smacks hadn’t even begun to subside when he sheathed himself in me with one swift stroke.

Oh my fucking god. I might have said the words out loud, I know I definitely thought them. Never had Andrew plowed me so deep and hard. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading me. I grunted as he pounded my soft flesh, his heavy balls slapping against me as he thrust in and out. I clawed at the fabric of the couch, my orgasm ripping through me like a hurricane. I whipped my head from side to side as convulsions gripped me. And still he fucked me, his iron length pumping my flesh, which quivered around him.

Something wet fell from above and landed in the crack of my ass. It was lube preparing me for the finger he suddenly plunged into my ass.

Overcome with sensation and shock, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed back-to-back orgasms. I might have screamed, but I’m not really sure because I kind of blacked out.