Friday, 27 April 2012
Friday, 13 April 2012
Soon Tom forgot to feel guilty, and focussed completely on Stephanie's lips, lips and tongue. In fact, her use of her mouth was so persuasive that he even forgot to be cautious. He had had too many bad experiences in similar circumstances, so something was only to be expected.
As it happened no one came, no one interrupted them, so Stephanie had time to show off her skills regarding this kind of activities.
Tom had to bite his lip in order not to cry out loud. And soon he was unable to hold it back, even if he may have wanted to.
When they were done, and his precious member was back in its confinement, Stephanie looked up at Tom, and smiled.
'Steph,' he sighed.
'I know,' she purred.
'I don't know what to say.'
'You don't have to say anything.'
'But...what about you?'
'What about me?'
'I mean, what about you? How are you...I mean, don't you want...?'
'No, that's quite all right, I'm happy if you're happy.'
'I feel like I should, you know, do something for you.'
'If you really want to do something for me...'
'Yeah, I do.'
'There is something you could do.'
Stephanie rose up, but instead of standing up, she seemed to slip over his knees, in a slithering, very soft moment, until she was lying on his thighs.
'Is this what I think it is?' Tom said.
'I think it is.'
'But Steph, you have just been caned.'
'I am healing well.'
'Are you sure?'
'I am sure.'
'But why would you want to...you know...?'
Tom stared at Stephanie's bottom, clad in her regulation skirt.
'With my hand, then?' he asked.
'If you haven't brought anything sharper.'
'No, I don't think so.'
'If you want, Tom, you could always use your belt.'
'Yes, you know, your belt, the thing that holds your trousers up.'
'Oh, my belt.'
'Yes, your belt.'
'Do you really want that?'
Tom hurried to unbuckle his belt and pull it from his trousers. He held it in his hand, and saw that he could actually get a good swing with it.
'Are you sure?'
'Ready, but you're forgetting something.'
'Oh.' Tom lifted Stephanie's skirt. He was suddenly very embarrassed since his member reacted to the sight of her knicker-clad bottom. He hadn't expected that, having exhausted it just recently.
'Well then...,' he said.
'We're not ready yet.'
'Oh.' Tom took hold of Stephanie's knickers and pulled them down. She obediently lifted her hips to help him.
'Now, then, ready?'
Tom hesitated. He looked at Stephanie's bottom. There were still some bruises and marks left, but somehow it seemed as if she was right, that she was healing well. Tom still wasn't sure if he should really.
'We can't wait all night,' Stephanie said.
'All right, then, here it comes. How many?'
Then he smacked her. Stephanie jumped, and let out a moan.