Author: Powerone
Title: Maiden Maid
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they
are forced to do to survive the Great Depression.
Keywords: M+F, nc, anal, reluc, humil, oral
Copyright 2003 by Powerone. The author can be contacted at
controlher@hotmail.com.
Maiden Maid
Chapter 3-First Spanking and Learning to Masturbate the Master
The next couple of days found Sara running into Michael more then pure
coincidence. When she was bent over, cleaning, she would look up and there was
Michael, watching her. When she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, he came in,
sat down at the kitchen table and ate a sandwich, all the while watching as she
scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees, her ass pushed up. A few times he
suddenly came around corners in the house, bumping into her, his hands flying up
in defense to fall upon her breasts, lingering perhaps just a little too long.
In the kitchen cupboards, he had to squeeze past her, her back to him, the front
of his pants slowly rubbing against her ass. She could feel his hard cock.
Then it happened. She was in the kitchen, putting away the wine glasses
when all of a sudden she slipped and almost fell on the floor. When she tried
to grab the counter to keep from falling, she dropped the glass. The sound of
glass breaking on the hard kitchen floor could be heard throughout the house.
She waited, listening, did anyone hear it. John had mentioned punishment for
making mistakes. This was only a glass and her first. It was just her
imagination, it was an accident.
"What happened in here?" Michael demanded, his voice loud, ringing out
in the room.
"Sorry, Master Michael, I tripped and almost fell. When I tried to keep
from falling, I dropped the glass by accident and it broke. I will clean it up
now," her voice trembling, hoping that would be the end of it.
"That glass was part of a set that was my Mother's favorite set. Since
she died, I made sure I drank a glass of wine from it every day. That was the
last glass in the set and they cannot be replaced. I am very disappointed in
you, Sara. I gave you a good job, took care of you and this is how you repay
me. Your nonchalant attitude is intolerable. What do you have to say for
yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Master Michael. It will never happen again. You have been
an excellent employer and I appreciate this job," hoping to placate him.
"That is unacceptable. I don't feel that you're truly sorry. I want
you to report to my study at 7:30 tonight, after all of the help leaves. I will
think of a suitable punishment for you. Are you ready to accept your
punishment? Otherwise you may pack your meager belongs and leave this very
instant?"
Sara was afraid of what would happen, but she knew she must submit to
whatever he would come up with. She really loved the job. While Michael did
have some traits that bothered her, she had never been around rich people before
and did not understand them. She did not have much of a choice. There were not
many alternatives for an eighteen-year-old orphan, it was already winter, snow
on the ground. "Yes, Master Michael, I will accept a punishment that you find
suitable. Thank you, Sir." She immediately went about cleaning up the mess,
not wanting to look at Michael's face. You can do this, she thought. So what,
even if it is a spanking like John talked about. How bad could it be? Anything
would be better then the streets.
Sara continued to work throughout the day, her mind always drifting back
to what would happen tonight. She thought of him giving her a spanking, his
hand slapping hard on her ass. Would she be able to stay still? How much would
it hurt? Dinner went slowly, Sara barely eating anything, nervous about
tonight.
"Is everything OK, Sara?"
John's voice woke her up out of the trance she was in. "I guess, I
think it might be in trouble with Michael. I broke the last of his mother's
favorite wine glasses today and he was really mad. He is going to punish me
tonight. You don't think he will spank me, like you said, do you?"
John tried to look surprised. Michael had already called him into his
study. He wanted John to build a special padded bench for his study. He was a
little puzzled about its use, but now he knew. Michael wanted a spanking bench.
A special padded bench that would highlight Sara's ass, raising it up higher
then the rest of her body. He also had some other special requirements that
would allow complete access to her ass and position her body in a very degrading
position, opening up all kinds of options for its use. He wanted it by the
weekend. Yes, tonight she might be receiving a spanking, but it would only be
the first. Michael would make sure that she made many more mistakes by the time
the weekend came. He planned to use his new spanking bench this weekend.
"I like you a lot Sara and you have been doing a good job around here.
Yeah, you screwed up today. I told you about rich folks. They get a little
strange, Michael's friends are even worse then him. I guess this is your big
decision. You have to think about your future. You have no place to go, the
orphanage will not take you back. It's winter outside, no job, no future. Your
only option is to find a pimp on the street and become a whore. You're only
eighteen and you could probably survive doing that a few years, but you will be
worn out by twenty-one. Is that the kind of life you want? "
John was right. She did not have many options. "I know, it's just so
humiliating. I never told you, but I am a virgin. I lived at an all girls
orphanage, so we did not have any chances to date, not that anyone would want to
date an orphan. Michael just looks at me very strange some times. Leering
glances. And lately he has been rubbing and bumping up against me." Sara
looked at John, looking for an answer.
Michael sure picked himself a winner this time. A virgin. Wish I could
pop her cherries, he thought. Damn rich guys. Always getting the virgins. It
wouldn't be long before he is fucking her. She is going to be taking his cock
in every hole she has. And then his friends are going to have her. They were
even worse, more perverted. He saw some of their parties. Even the whores he
brought in were humiliated at what they were forced to perform. Well, once he
fucks her, I'll have a chance at her. A little blackmail always goes a long way
with the help. She'll do anything to stay out of trouble with Michael,
anything. "Listen, Sara, I'm not going to tell you again. Do what he says and
don't make him cross. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow." John left, his cock
hard. Lucky bastard. It will really make his cock hard when he makes the
spanking bench, knowing how it will be used. He said so many ideas of
improvements. Yes, Michael would like it very much. Maybe he will even let me
use it on Sara.
Sara went up to her room to freshen up. She checked herself in the
mirrors, blouse and skirt, high heels, dark stocking. She did look good. Maybe
Michael would go easy on her. She went down to the study, going in, Michael
sitting on one of the large overstuffed chairs, his feet on the large, padded
ottoman in front of the chair. He put down the newspaper when he saw her enter.
He already had his robe on, a bad sign. "I'm here to accept my punishment, Sir.
I know what I did wrong was bad and I will do accept whatever punishment you see
fit," hoping to get him to go easy on her.
Michael looked at her sternly. "I realize that this is your first
incident, but if I let it go lightly, I am afraid that this will continue to
happen. I am a very stern disciplinarian and believe that corporal punishment
is an excellent way to deter negative behavior. I therefore have decided that
you will be spanked tonight." Michael got up and sat down on the ottoman. "Are
you willing to accept your punishment?"
This was the moment in Sara's life when her whole life would change
because of a simple yes or no. A no and she would end up in the street, facing
an uncertain future. A yes and she would be secure in her position, but what
would be required of her. What would she have to give up? Could she live with
herself and the things that might be required of her? She knew it was not about
a simple spanking. That would just be the beginning. She knew that Michael had
other plans for her, many things that she would not like. It was either submit
or not. A simple yes or no. "Yes, Master Michael," sealing her future.
Michael smiled, pleased with the answer. He knew that he had her. No
longer would he have to feign reasons for watching her, touching her. He would
take it slow, slowly forcing her, humiliating her. "Come closer, Sara, come a
little closer," his hands reaching out to her.
Sara walked up in front of Michael, her arms at her sides. She felt his
hands reach out and touch her, placed firmly on her hips. His hands were large,
her hips small. She felt a tiny tremor running through her body. She felt her
body turned, the hands urging her on.
"Turn around, yes, that's a good girl." Michael moved his hands,
tentatively moving them up to the top of her skirt and then began to move them
slowly down her ass. "Stand still," he ordered her when he saw her begin to
move away. He moved down, his hands now placed firmly on her ass, no
hesitation, no excuses. "You have a nice ass, Sara, it is made for spanking.
Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No Sir," her voice softly answering. "Some of the other girls had been
spanked by Mr. Smith even though they would not speak about it, but I was
lucky."
No, she wasn't lucky, Mr. Smith had been saving her for him. And the
other girls were spanked and caned until they gave up their virginity to Mr.
Smith. Many girls at the orphanage lost the virginity of their mouths, pussy
and assholes on Mr. Smith's desk only after receiving a severe spanking or
caning with threats of more. "You have not been so lucky here, Sara. Only a few
days and already you are to receive a spanking." His fingers continued to
linger over her ass cheeks, grabbing them tightly, moving his hands all over the
gentle swell of her buttocks. "Turn around again," his hands never leaving her
body, guiding her. "I don't want you to get your blouse messed up so I want you
to remove it now." It was not a question, it was an order.
Sara had already removed her blouse for Michael when giving him a bath,
so it did not particularly bother her. But she knew more was coming. The
familiarity of his hands on her ass showed her that he had no qualms about his
power over her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Michael's eyes on her the
whole time as she revealed her silk chamois. She pulled it from her skirt,
slipped it off her arms and shoulder. She held it while Michael looked at her.
She looked down and saw her nipples pushing out on the silk chamois, blushing as
Michael took the blouse from her, placing it on the chair next to him.
"You have very small breasts, but your nipples look very big. Is that
correct, or should I have you remove your top and show me?" Michael smiled,
watching as she blushed at his questions.
"No, Sir, that will not be necessary. I do have very large nipples and
the silk makes them very erect," she blurted out. She did not know why she said
so much. A simple yes would have been sufficient, but she did not want to
displease him anymore.
"I am afraid that with your skirt on, it would not hurt very much when I
spank you, so your skirt will also have to come off. Turn around again, I will
do it," his hands again guiding her around until her back was toward him. "Look
straight ahead into the mirror, I want you to watch what I do," he ordered her.
A large full-length mirror was situated in front of her. She had never noticed
it before, but now she though that it might have been placed there for this
particular reason. She watched herself as she felt hands on her ass again,
massaging her cheeks. They moved up to the buttons and unbuttoned them one at a
time until all three of them were open, hands holding her skirt up. She watched
in slow motion as her skirt slowly fell to the floor, falling into a puddle at
her feet. She looked down as her panties, white silk panties with ribbon ties
at the side, were revealed.
"Eyes straight ahead, there's extra swats for not obeying." He watched
as her eyes suddenly shot up and stared straight back at him, pleading eyes
watching him in the mirror. He stared at her silk panty covered ass, his hands
anxiously waiting to touch her ass, teasing himself. She looked simply
beautiful, though he would not tell her that. The high heels gave her legs that
long, lean look highlighted by the stockings, the dark seam running
symmetrically up her legs held up by the sexiest garter belt. He could almost
see a peek of red pussy hair pushing out from the edge of her panties. No, he
would not take her panties off tonight. That would be another time, another
time to humiliate her, to force her, to strip her body for his pleasure.
Ten more, how many was he going to give her? She stood up tall and
straight as she felt the hands returning, this time only her silk panties
standing in the way of his hands and her naked ass. She felt him lift up on her
ass cheeks, moving them around, making them dance. She felt his fingers trace
down the cheeks of her ass, her ass cheeks clenching tightly in defense. The
finger did not probe, only run up and down the taunt cheeks, teasing her. She
felt his hands move down, now off of her panties onto her naked legs, finger
running gently up and down her the soft tender inner thighs.
"Spread your legs apart, Sara." It was an order, not a request, knowing
that she passed the point of no return, she would obey whatever he would
request. His hands slipped in between her legs as she slowly parted her legs.
He pushed his hands between the parted thighs, his fingers grabbing each thigh,
pressure forcing out on them. "More, you can do better then that, Sara." He
watched as her legs shuffled out, the gap between her legs widening, his hands
molding her tight thighs. "Just a little bit more, do you like the way you look
in the mirror, Sara?"
Sara shuffled her legs a little further apart, they were now spread over
two feet, her thighs being rubbed passionately by Michael. She saw her
reflection, half-naked, her hard nipples still pushing out her chamois, her
white panties and garter belt accented by the black stockings running up her
legs, perched atop a pair of high heels. She was not sure what to answer. She
never thought of herself as beautiful, only average. She had small breasts, but
full hips and butt. "I just want to please you, Sir," hoping that it would be a
satisfactory response.
"If you pleased me, I wouldn't have to be giving you this spanking now.
I think it is time now. I want you on the ottoman. Over here, yes, now kneel
down on it, no the other way, your head facing the mirror," Michael's hands
molding her body into the position he required of her.
Sara braced herself and moved towards the ottoman. She knelt on it,
Michael turning her the other way so she would be facing the mirror, wanting her
to see what he was going to do to her. He made her get into the doggy position,
on her hands and knees. He pulled her head up, his fingers under her chin,
forcing her to look forward into the mirror. She could see his hands moving
over her flesh, running down the insides of her legs again, urging them to
spread out.
"That's a good girl, now spread your legs more, I want them very wide
this time, all the way to the side of the ottoman." He watched her knees slide
on the ottoman, her legs spreading wider and wider. She was opening up quite
well. "Yes, that's good," his hand now pushing down on her back, forcing the
front part of her body down. "Put your head down on your arms, but keep facing
forward, yes, that's good. Now arch up a little," his hands coming under her
abdomen forcing her ass out even further. "That's a good girl, now do not move,
that is the way I want you," pleased with the way she was displayed.
She felt like a trained dog, pushed this way, then that way, his voice
always talking to her. She felt her body arranged. She looked in the mirror
and could not believe it. Her ass was pushed up high, her back arched, her legs
spread wide. She could only imagine what she looked like from behind. Like a
whore, ready to be fucked. She felt hands return to her ass again, stroking her
flesh. She began to feel her pussy get wet. Oh, God, don't let him see me wet,
please, I could not stand the humiliation.
Sara looked very desirable from behind. Her legs were spread wide,
bright red pussy hair poking out from the sides of her white panties, her ass
held up high. Saturday he would have his new spanking bench. Then he would
also be able to strap her in. He let his fingers caress her ass again, her ass
tightly drawn from the strain of the position she was in. "This will teach you
to respect my property." The first slap with the flat part of his hand hit her
right cheek with a loud splat, echoing off the walls of the study.
"OOOOW," she yelled, the sharp pain of his hand on her tender ass
shooting up her spine to her brain. She tried to move but Michael's hands on
her hips held her tightly. She felt his hand rub her pained asscheeks, soothing
it, getting it ready for another. "OOOOOWW," another slap, this time to her
left cheek, again his hand hitting with a resounding slap. Hands held her
tightly, pulling her ass higher up into the air.
"You have a long ways to go, now raise up again, that's a good girl, get
your ass up in the air." He held her when she tried to move and put her back
into position. "Legs a little bit further apart," his hands moving between her
thighs, pushing out on both, spreading her open further. A quick two slap, his
hand moving from one cheek to another, one loud gasp coming from Sara's mouth.
He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, feeling the heat that he had already
produced from the spanks. He ran his fingers close to the edge of her panties,
fingers teasing the crease, running up and down. He could see that her panties
were already becoming wet. Another slap to her lower cheek on both sides, a new
spot for pain, her panties only covering part of the territory, part of her
naked flesh receiving the slaps. He watched as her ass moved seductively. He
began again, two slaps, one to each side, then his hand rubbing her flesh,
feeling the heat that the spanks were producing. Another two, gasps coming from
her lips, her hips swaying to the hand beating on her ass cheeks. "Good girl,
Sara, " his hands rubbing lower, between her thighs. He could see that her
panties were beginning to get wet. This time he gave each inner thigh a slap,
first the right, then the left. This pushed her legs out further, almost
sliding off the ottoman. He could see more red hair peeking out of her panties.
His finger slid from the top of the crease of her ass, sliding down, his finger
increasing the pressure, forcing her panties into the crease. Down further
until he reached her pussy, his finger getting wet from her panties. "Are you
getting wet from the spanking, Sara?"
Sara looked at Michael in the mirror, her face flushed. He knew, he had
felt her wet pussy, knew that she was getting excited. She did not know if it
was from being forced into this humiliating position or the spanking that was
doing it, but she almost welcomed the next slap. "Please, sir," her voice just
above a whisper. "Please."
Michael pushed one hand under her abdomen, his hand spreading out,
fingers pushed into her flesh. He pushed up with his hand, forcing her to rise
up higher, her ass pushing out. Two more quick slaps to her cheeks, his other
hand holding her up for the punishment, open and spread for him. His cock
hardened from the gasps of pain coming from her lips, the tremors running
through her body as he held her open. His hands ran over the flesh of her ass,
so tight, a young girls taunt ass cheeks. His fingers slid along the crease
again, this time her cheeks not tightening up, giving him complete access to her
most intimate region. "That's a good girl, Sara, relax, let it happen," his
finger pushing in, pushing in her panties between her cheeks. He felt her jerk
up as his finger touched her asshole, hidden from his view, but not by his
finger. He slapped her inner thighs again, her legs almost doing the split, her
panties pulling to the sides, exposing a portion of her exquisite ass. His
finger returning to the crease of her ass, looking for her asshole again. He
felt her tremble as he let it pause over her tiny asshole, rubbing her panties
in tiny circles around the small dimple. "You like your asshole played with
Sara," his finger pushing in, pushing her panties into her asshole. Her body
tried to get away from the finger, but his other hand pushed against her,
forcing her back up again, forcing her asshole onto the finger at its entrance.
Michael slapped her ass again twice, this time slapping hard into the crease,
hoping to hit her defenseless asshole.
Sara felt his fingers and hands running over her ass cheeks, pushing
into the crease of her ass. She let her cheeks relax, letting him have his way
with her, allowing him to play with her asshole, afraid of what he may do, but
also excited as it teased at the tiny hole. It pushed in harder, seeking
entrance, her body jerking away from the finger, his hand forcing her back onto
it. She saw his face in the mirror, he would not allow her to resist. Two more
slaps, her hips slowly moving left to right, his other hand guiding her, keeping
her open for his pleasure. She felt the hand just miss her asshole, hitting to
the sides of it, exciting her. What would it feel like if he hit her there, the
thrill running through her body? She felt his hand reach down lower, to her
crotch, his fingers grabbing her pussy, fat fingers tightening on her female
sex, pushing in, gripping it like it was a baseball.
Michael grabbed her pussy, pulling her backwards, opening up her sex to
him. "Four more, two each time, this time to your pussy. Now open up and keep
yourself open," his hands pushing her thighs out again, her legs almost split
open from the spread.
Sara braced her body for the final spankings. She could not believe
when he said he was going to spank her pussy, but his positioning of her body
left no doubts in her head. The last ones would be on her delicate pussy. She
could feel her pussy dripping in expectation. She knew it was going to hurt,
but she also knew that she would enjoy it at the same time. Was it the pain or
the submission that she enjoyed? She felt the hand slap her pussy twice, the
noise ringing out in the room before she even felt the pain. It seemed like
hours until suddenly the pain shot from her sex up to her brain, her delicate
pussy suffering the sharp slap of his hand directly on her spread pussy lips.
She could feel her wet panties pushed into her sex. "OOOWWW, OOOhhhh, God,
please, please," her legs bowing out trying to relieve the burning pain between
her legs.
Michael felt his hand hit her wet pussy, his fingers moistened from her
wet sex. He let his fingers linger on her pussy, feeling her pussy lips
twitching in pain between her soaked panties. Young ladies always thought that
their sex was so delicate. Michael knew better, the female sex was built for
punishment, fat puffy lips surrounding their pink insides. He loved to use a
whip to push aside the fat lips and strike their insides, watching them get wet
in response, willingly arching up again to allow him access to strike again.
Soon, Sara would find herself spread open, her arms holding her legs back and
spread, giving him access to her sex for his whip. She would cry out in pain,
but always she would allow herself to get back into position, spread and open,
waiting for another. "Two more, Sara, you are so wet, are you going to cum, cum
from getting your pussy spanked?"
Sara watched in the mirror, saw the lust in his eyes, his cock bulging
out the front of his robe as he spanked her pussy. It felt like slow motion as
his hands returned for the last two, his open hand slowly disappearing behind
her ass from her sight, the sharp, burning pain as it slammed into her pussy,
spreading apart her pussy lips by shear force, hitting her tender insides.
"AAAAGGGHH," she screamed, but remained in position, arched up high. She did
not want anymore.
Michael let his fingers run over her pussy, a fat finger pushing between
her pussy lips, sliding her panties between them, running up and down. He felt
her shudder, her hot pussy wet, waiting. Not now, he wasn't going to make her
cum yet, soon but not yet. He liked her wet and ready for whatever he desired
to inflict on her young body and he had so many that she would experience.
"You were a good girl, you took your punishment well. I hope you have learned
your lesson and you now know your position in this household. I hope I will not
have any trouble in getting you to obey all my commands."
Sara wanted to cum so bad. She also knew that she would have to submit
to whatever Michael ordered her. And she knew she would, no matter what. She
saw his reflection rise up in back of her, his hard cock pushing the front of
his robe out.
"One more thing to take care of before bed, Sara. You will no longer be
needed for my bath each night, but you will take care of one other need before I
retire each night. Now get up and come over here. I have something new to
teach you tonight. Something that will please me very much. You do want to
please me, don't you Sara?"
Michael moved over the chair, watching as Sara got up from the ottoman.
She looked so sexy, a slight glean coming from her skin, perspiration from being
bent over and spanked. Her limbs moved slowly after a long time in a bent over
and spread position, small gasps coming from her lips as her panties rubbed
harshly over her spanked ass cheeks. She was still clad in her camisole,
panties, garter belt, stockings and still perched high onto the high heels.
Michael moved the ottoman out of the way and took a small pillow and placed it
on the floor in front of him. "Come here, Sara," his finger urging her over.
"Kneel down on the pillow in front of me, yes, that's a good girl," his hands on
her shoulders urging her lower to the floor.
She was now kneeling in front of him, trembling in fear. She was not
sure what would be required of her, be she was sure that it included servicing
his cock. She was not sure whether he would require her to use her mouth or
hand, neither of which she had ever done before. His foot moved between her
legs, pushing out on her thighs, again urging her to spread her legs for him
again.
"Kneel further apart, I like you with your legs spread so nicely, Sara.
That's good," his foot running up her thighs, pushing into her spread pussy.
"Your still wet, aren't you Sara, it is now time to service me. I am going to
teach you how to masturbate my cock. I will expect you to learn this and
perform it every night. Do a good job and you will be rewarded, due a bad job
and it will be more spankings for you." He sat forward a bit and pulled his
robe open, his hard cock springing out, Sara startled by its sudden appearance.
Sara was face to face with over eight inches of adult male cock. It
sprang out of his robe so quickly that she was startled. She had heard about
cocks before, but had not expected it to be that big. It had a large crown on
it, a dark red, a small hole in the tip, already leaking, glistening in the
light.
"Your hands, Sara, let me have your hands," talking to her but her eyes
was mesmerized by his cock, words not sinking into her brain yet. He moved his
hands to her face, lifting her chin up. "Give me your hands, Sara, you will
have a chance to touch it now." He saw her blink and her hands moved up to his.
"Run one hand up and down the whole length of it, slowly, keeping your hand
open. Yes, that is good, hmmmm, such soft hands, Sara. Yes, all the way down,
now back up again, now back down and leave that hand there, gripping the base of
my cock. Now rub the palm of your other hand up slowly, very slowly, stroke my
cock with the palm of your hand, yes, that's good. Rub it all the way up. Yes,
now grip the crown of my cock with your fingers. Tighter now, now move it up
and down, rubbing it over the crown. Now a finger over my piss slit, yes, back
and forth. Can you feel my cum? Yes, spread it around the head of my cock.
You are getting it wet. Now open your lovely mouth and breathe on the head of
my cock. Oh, God, yes, that hot breath feels good, Sara. Have you masturbated
a cock before? No, you do it so well. You sure do this naturally, you do it
like you have been doing it for a long time.
Sara felt her hand pulled towards his cock, her hand jumping as it
touched the hot flesh. She thought it would be harder then it was. It was
still soft, hot flesh. She listened to his instructions, running her hand up
and down his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand as she ran fingers over the
huge crown. She felt his hot cum leaking from the head of it, her fingers
spreading it over the crown. She moved closer and blew on his cock as
instructed, watching it jerk up and down from her hot breath. "No, I have never
done this before, Sir," she answered, when asked if she had ever masturbated a
cock before. "Am I doing it right?" She felt Michael grab her other hand and
move it down to his balls, forcing her to hold them. It felt strange, two balls
rolling around loosely in his sack. She tightened my grip on them, hearing
Michael groan.
"Easy, Sara, easy on my balls. They have a nice load of cum for you but
you have to tease them easy." He leaned back in the chair as he watched Sara
continue to stroke his cock. She was a fast learner, her hand moving up and
down the length of it, rubbing her thumb over the my piss slit as she moved to
the head, her fingernail rubbing along the edge of the crown, teasing me. "Your
hands are great, Sara, you sure know how to do a cock."
Sara was getting wet again, the feeling of power she had as she stroked
his cock. When she slowed down, his hips would move forward, pushing his cock
in her hands, wanting more. When she squeezed his balls, she would squeeze
harder, watching his ass rise from the chair, gasps coming from his lips. She
had never done this before, but she was good and Michael continued to tell her,
complimenting her, encouraging her.
"HHHMMM, yeeahhh, that feels sooo good, Sara, that's it stroke it
faster, yeeh. I'm going to cum Sara. When I do, I want you to aim my cock at
you. I want to cum all over you. Do you understand, Sara?"
Sara had heard from the other girls at the orphanage about how a cock
would shoot out its hot cum. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. It had
shot out some already, but it just leaked out the tip. Is that all that would
happen? It would be hard for it to cum on her if that was all it did. "Yes,
Sir," her hand bending his cock back towards her, realizing that it did not bend
so easily. It forced Michael to sit up in the chair, moving closer to her, his
cock aim now at her breasts. Sara moved her hand faster, hearing Michael
panting. She felt his hot cock becoming bigger and harder, her fingers running
over the head, her other hand gently squeezing his balls, trying to make him
cum.
"GGGGGOOODD, you bitch, you're making me cuuuummmm," his body jerking
forward. Michael could feel his cum pulled from his balls by her massaging hand
on his balls, pulled forward by her masturbating hand until he felt it shoot out
the head. "AAAAAHHH," his first load of cum shooting out and spraying Sara on
her camisole, her face having a startled look as the hot cum hit her.
Sara was surprised as his first load of cum shot out. It shot out
further then she expected, hitting her with the hot load. Her hand continued to
pump his cock, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. The next load
shot out again, some hitting her hand as it rubbed over the head. It made it
slippery, her hand now moving faster and faster up and down his cock. Another
squeeze, another load, this one shooting out over her fist, not as much power
behind it, soaking her hand with hot cum. Faster she went, hoping to get him to
shoot again, not disappointed when he arched up one last time, hot cum leaking
from the head, running down over the crown of his cock onto her masturbating
hand.
"GGGGoddddd, you know how to make me cum, AAAHHH," shooting his hot cum
all over her. "Bitch, fuck yes, jerk me off, AAAGGHH," another load of cum
running over her hand, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. He
finally slumped in the chair, his cock drained. "You may go now, Sara. You did
very well, you learn well," dismissing her.
Sara got up and grabbed her clothes and left the room without dressing.
She was ashamed. She went back to her room and quickly closed the door. She
lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, the vision of her on her knees before
him, jerking him off, him cumming all over her. She moved her hand down to her
pussy and began to rub her clit, her ass arching off the bed, pinching harder on
the hard clit. "AAAAGGGHHH," she yelled, stuffing her hand in her mouth to
silence her scream in ecstasy. She could taste the cum on her hand, her tongue
racing over her digits as she came again, her mouth full of his hot, thick cum,
her camisole still wet from his cum.
Sara awoke refreshed, she always did after a nice cum. The girls at the
orphanage had taught her well. With no boys, this was the only alternative and
as they got older, it became more frequent. She was embarrassed over last
night. She had jerked off his cock and he had cum all over her. She wasn't
sure what the reaction would be when they met today. It made her very nervous.
She got dressed and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. John was
already in, having a cup of coffee. He looked at her as she entered. "Morning
John, how are you this morning?"
"I presume everything went well last night," a slight twinkle in his
eyes.
"Yes," she stammered, forgetting that John knew she was to be punished
last night. She thought she could see a funny look, a knowing look. Did he
somehow know what happened last night?
"That's good, Sara, I like you, would like you to stay around. As long
as you follow the rules and obey Michael, you will do well. Got to go, lots of
work today. Bye." He had to finish the spanking bench, it was only two more
days until Saturday. Michael was excited about the suggestions he had, Sara
would not. He could imagine her bent over the bench, her ass thrust up high,
her legs spread wide. Maybe, someday Michael would let him have her. He would
like that, fucking her from behind. Maybe fucking her asshole. He walked out
to the workshed, his cock hard, imagining.
Michael walked into the kitchen while Sara was eating, nodded to her,
grabbed his coffee and rushed out, barely even recognizing her existence. He
liked to do that, put them off guard. He would inspect her later this
afternoon, in his study where he would have privacy.
Sara said good morning to Michael, but he was gone by time the words
came out. Did last night really happen, did she imagine it? Michael didn't
even seem to notice her. Well, maybe its over with. She went about her work,
cleaning some of the rooms, Michael's room and the study. She looked at the
ottoman for long minutes, remembering her kneeling on it, Michael spanking her
ass and thighs. And then the chair, masturbating his cock until he shot his cum
on her. Back to work, got to put this out of her head. She could already feel
her pussy getting wet again. The morning went quickly, followed by a long
lunch, then back to work again. She was in the library when John found her.
"Michael would like you in the study now, Sara," watching her expression
as he told her.
Sara looked up surprised, "thank you John". Did she do anything wrong?
As soon as Sara entered the study, she knew. Michael was sitting in his
chair, the ottoman in front of him. He was wearing his robe. "I am going out
this evening, so we might as well get your chore out of the way for the day.
Come here, Sara." His voice was demanding and very matter of fact.
Sara walked over to him, her arms at her sides. "Yes, sir."
His hands reached out for her hips, pulling her towards him. His robe
briefly parted, his hard cock partially exposed. "Is your ass sore today,
Sara?" He turned her body until her back was facing him. He slapped her ass
cheek, "do I have to repeat myself," another slap to her ass.
"No, Master Michael. Yes, it was sore this morning, in fact it still
is," feeling his hands begin to casually run over her ass as if he owned her.
She felt them grab her cheeks hard, his hand compressing her ass flesh.
"Hold still while I remove your skirt again, I want to see," his fingers
undoing the buttons and quickly stripping the skirt from her body. "Step out of
it, Sara, now the blouse, remove the blouse, quickly now, I don't have all day."
Sara was quickly stripped down to her camisole, panties, garter belt and
stockings, her back to Michael. She felt the hands on her silk panties, feeling
them pinch and mold her ass cheeks.
"Legs apart, quickly now, more, that's good," her legs now over three
feet wide, perched high atop her high heels. "Now bend over and grab your
ankles with your hands and stay in the position while I inspect you. Yes, bend
over," his hand on her back, forcing her to bend in the middle, her ass pushing
out seductively into his face. "That's a good girl, now look between your legs
at me, yes, do not look away."
Sara felt humiliated as she was forced to bend over and grab her ankles.
With her legs spread, she was open, his face directly in front of her ass,
pushed out by the position before him. She looked up at him, everything upside
down. He was staring at her ass, his fingers running over her flesh, teasing
along the crease between her legs, gently pulling stray pussy hairs out, her
gasps of pain begging him to find more.
He pulled her panties tighter over her ass cheeks until he could make
out the outline of her ass crack. He pulled higher, pushing them tighter into
her pussy, her pussy lips forced to separate as they pushed in. His fingers
started tracing the crack of her ass, down to her pussy, his fingers pushing in
deeper, feeling the wetness begin to flow beneath her trapped panties. "Getting
wet again, Sara? He watched her face between her spread legs, his fingers
running up and down her split pussy lips. He slapped her ass hard, "on your
knees in front of me, quickly now," pulling open his robe, his hard cock
springing free. "Make me cum again, I don't have to teach you again, do I?"
Sara could feel her pussy getting wet again, spread open for him as he
played with her pussy through her wet panties. She stood back up again and got
down on her knees before him. "No, Sir, I know what to do to please you." Her
hand reached out to his cock, grabbing it with one hand, her other hand
searching for his hanging balls. She began to masturbate him again, her hand
moving mechanically up and down his cock, blowing on his cock with her hot
breath, squeezing his balls gently. All to make him cum.
"When I cum, make sure I shoot on your face this time. I don't want it
on your clothes. And keep your eyes open, I want to see your eyes when I cum,"
leaning back in the chair as this lovely little girl masturbated him, her small
hands stroking his cock up and down. He watched her face, only inches from his
cock as she blew on it, making it jerk in uncontrollable pleasure. She was
good. But tonight was the last night she would be masturbating him. Tomorrow,
Saturday, she would be using her mouth to satisfy him. And he would be using
his new spanking bench. He watched as he approached his climax, her hands
moving faster, knowing what she was doing to him. "Closer, move your face
closer," he ordered her as his balls finally shot the first load of cum out his
cock, hitting her directly on her nose, some already dripping down to the end.
She jerked back as the first load hit her, surprised by the hot cum. He fired
another load of hot, drippy cum on her cheek this time, almost hitting her
mouth. "Don't wipe it off until I tell you to." He grabbed her head and
pulled it forward, "jerk harder, make me cum one more load, Sara." She obeyed,
forcing another load of cum from his balls, his hands forcing her face closer.
This load shot directly onto her clenched lips, the hot load already glistening
on her lips. He moved his fingers over her lips, moving his cum around,
spreading it on her lips from one side of her mouth to the other. "Now lick
your lips clean, Sara, I don't want anything left on your lips."
Sara felt degraded as he shot his first load of cum on her face, then
another, feeling the hot, thick cum slowly dripping down her face. He had told
her not to wipe it. She felt hands grab her face, pulling it closer, ordering
her to jerk another load of cum out of him. She knew where he was going to put
the next load, clenching her lips tightly, waiting for it. She jerked his cock
until it shot out, landing on her clenched lips. Then she heard it. His
orders. Lick your lips until they are clean. She didn't want to, but she could
not resist. She had tasted his cum on her fingers last night. Cleaning her
fingers as she came, rolling his cum around her mouth as her fingers masturbated
herself to climax. She let her tongue come out and slowly roll over her lips,
grabbing up the still hot cum and pushing it into her mouth, tasting the thick,
salty fluid, her tongue on her lips again, searching for more.
"You backed your face away from my cock when I came on you. You will be
punished tomorrow night. Now get out of here, I have to get ready for tonight."
Sara grabbed her clothes and ran from the room, cum still on her nose
and cheek, tears in her eyes as she feared the punishment again tomorrow night.
She knew it would be worse then last time, not expecting it would happen so
soon. She went to her room, cuddled up in a ball, sobbing. Her fingers moved
down to her wet pussy, finding her hard clit and began to rub it, her hips
moving on the bed until she climaxed again. Her fingers wiped his cum from her
face and pushed it into her mouth as she came, her fingers trapped between her
legs.
To be Continued
