Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Esther & Abigail byCompulsiveImpulsive©

I was sitting in the bath, my arms wrapped around my legs, and my head rested on my knees. The warm water relaxing my tired joints. After a particularly deep sigh I heard a noise from the doorstep of my shared bathroom.

"Are you... okay?" Esther, my roommate, was leaning against the doorframe. The door that I'd closed, not that she cared. I turned my head to her, resting it on my knees again and sighing deeply again.

"My thesis was rejected again... Maybe I'm just not good enough."

"Aww, honey..." She said stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. "You know it's not your fault they took that essential website off the air."

"Yeah but if I'd just-"

"Look," She interrupted me. "You're just upset right now, because you just got the news, but I know you'll figure something out once you've had time to think about it." I sighed again. Esther really knows what to say. It's her thing I guess, she is studying to be a therapist. She was also, in that moment, undressing. Taking her shirt off and dropping it to the floor. "Look, what you need is some loving, knowing that you are appreciated is the first step to feeling good again." She was sliding her jeans off her hips.

"You know... I'm into heterosexual sex right...?"

"Yeahhh..." She clipped her bra loose and walked over to the bathtub. "I know you like to be fucked in the pussy. Which is something I can provide." She took off her underwear and stepped into the bathtub. "Plus, I know you like to be kinda submissive which is something I can tailor to too." She took place opposite to me in the tub. Easing herself into the hot water slowly. I looked at her body, tense as she tried not to sink into the water too quick. And considered her proposal. She was very beautiful. Long black hair, and soft looking skin. Dark eyes lined with eyeliner and great lips too. She looked at me as well, saw me considering it. "We don't have to, I can just join you in the tub, relaxing together in the water can be very nice as well." I was still hesitant, biting my lip in thought. She suddenly moved forward, making the water slosh up against the sides of the tub. "I like it when you bite your lip." She said, leaning over me, hands gripping the sides of the tub and her boobs grazing my knees. Her face was just inches from mine as she whispered it. I couldn't help but look at her lips. Which she saw as an invitation. She kissed me softly, nothing but our lips touching. When we broke part I had made my decision.

"I'd like to"

"You'd like to have sex."

"Well you know me. I'm basically always in that state." She giggled.

"That's the you I know." She kissed me again.

She leaned back again, a hand resting on my knee. Her other hand slid down under the water. She was watching me intently, keeping eye-contact, waiting for a reaction. Then I felt a soft touch on my ass, near the bottom of the tub and then a soft finger dragged from the beginning of my slit up towards the top. Pausing directly above my clit. I winced a little. "You are kinda straightforward aren't you?" I couldn't keep the nerves out of my voice. She smiled.

"I would like to make this enjoyable for you, and I know you like your clit rubbed sooo..." Her thumb nestled between my lips and she wiggled it around a little, putting a wonderful pressure on my clit.

I hummed. "Straightforward is the way to go." She giggled and applied some pressure lower too, slipping one lonely finger in my pussy. That wasn't enough though. And I mewed a little, moving my hips to try and get her to go deeper, give me more. She laughed again, and leaned back. Her fingers left my sweet spot.

"Why don't you scoot your butt over here and give me some better access to that?"

It felt nice, and deliciously bad, to lean back into the water and spread my legs before her. There wasn't much room in the bath, so I raised my legs over hers and spread them as wide as the confines of the tub would allow me. She tucked her legs in between me and the tub and scooted forward a little as well. Her knees bended and raised my legs up a little.

"Perfect." She mumbled, her hands on my raised inner thighs. "are you comfortable?" When I nodded her hands slipped smoothly to my pussy again and she started massaging the entrance, not yet dipping a finger in, while also softly but rhythmically rubbing my clit. The effect was very nice, it was like she provided the warmth of the warm bath but for my inner being. But it also made my vulva very sensitive. I was still a little too shy to beg but I was very close. Which she knew, she kept it up until I was almost rolling my head from the madness. Mewling and moaning uncontrollably in rhythm with her movements. Then she suddenly pushed two fingers in. I immediately tried to fuck those fingers, get them deeper inside me. But the hand she had been using up until now for my tender little clit moved to push me down and I made possibly the saddest sound in history. She chuckled. "I know what you want... The walls are pretty thin you know." She was fucking me slowly, a thumb back on my clit while the rest of her hand still held me down. I had a hard time listening to her words, being a little preoccupied, but still was afraid that I knew what she was talking about. "You like to be fucked by big dicks, you like your pussy full and stretched and fucked." She said, emphasizing her words by slamming her fingers inside me, adding an extra so I was stretched to three. "But that's not all you little SLUT," I gasped as she fucked her fingers hard inside me. "You like to TELL them 'Noooo it's too BIGgg." She imitated my whiny girl voice to near perfection. "Please be careful with my PUSsy. And then you like to GIVE them a small HINT for them to CONTinue. So they keep FUCKing you." Her strokes increased in tempo and I knew I was very close to coming. "But You know what I think?" AAAAHHH "I think you like to pretend you didn't give them permission." NNNNHHHhh "I think you get off on fantasies of losing control." OOHhh GOD "You want to be used don't you?" AH! "Don't you?!" Yes! God damn! YEss. I came into a moaning and shivering heap.

"GOddamn Esther." I had trouble catching my breath. "Jeesh." I leaned my head back on the bathtub edge. "I mean that was great but..." Still catching my breath. " Did you have to get so personal? She leaned forward, climbing in between my still spread legs.

"You do though, don't you." She said, her lips hovering above mine, so I could feel the words before I felt her soft kiss.

"I mean yeah but.. damn man." She chuckled and her hand was already traveling south, just gently petting the sensitive area between my legs. "Does that turn you on?" I asked, a wicked grin on my lips. The view was amazing, her face next to mine, she was kneeling between my legs, and her back and ass were raised above the water, they still gleamed with wetness. She had the audacity to blush at my question, and avert her eyes a little. "Two peas in a pod then, or two halves of an apple or however the saying goes." I laughed. We kept silent for a little while, nice and close to each other, in the warm bath, her hand still caressing my twitching pussy. "Soo..." I eventually said, my mind getting a little clouded again. "You want to play some more?" She perked up.

"By play you mean explore our fantasies some more?" A finger dipped in between my thickened lips and she dragged it up and down. I couldn't suppress a shiver.

"Yeah. But first I wanna thank you." I said before I kissed her on the lips. A more insistent kiss this time, we both explored each other. Getting to know each other anew. She leaned back and I could do nothing but follow until I was the one kneeled between her legs. (it took some clumsy adjusting in a slippery bath) I worshiped her mouth, I worshiped her neck, I worshiped her breasts, nipples on the waterline. She tasted sweet, and like the spicy bath bomb I'd used. She put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me into her breasts engulfing my face. I just kissed and sucked and licked until she set me free again. "Can I... lick your pussy like that?"

She nodded, exited. "You want to?"

"I mean I've never done it before but yeah." She pushed me back slightly as she raised herself out of the water. Taking place on the edge of the tub and resting her back against the wall. Then she spread her legs as far as they would go. And I was sitting between them looking up at her.

"I am going to rub my pussy all over your face." She said, rubbing her sensitive nipples. "I am going to use your face to make myself come." She said as one hand traced my jawline and a thumb found a way to my lips. I opened them and sucked softly on her thumb, before she dragged it along my face. Then I leaned forward. Nestling my head between her wet thighs, the bathwater dripping from them onto the baths edge and back into the water. I kissed her there first, going from one thigh to another slowly closing in on the sweet prize. I didn't know exactly what I had to do to get her off, but from the first lick I knew I wanted more. I kissed from the top of her slit all the way down. Then I got a little bit more hurried because I felt her impatience. With every kiss she shivered and as I moved back up she even moaned a little. Then I put my lips on the top of her slit again but this time dared my tongue to sneak out. Flicking her clit. I could hear that that had the desired effect. I licked her like that for some time, alternating between flicking with the tip of my tongue and broad laps. But only when I finally dared to suck her clit, the most effective spot I'd reckoned, she did what she'd promised me. She dug her hand into my wet hair and pushed my face into her pussy, alternating between pushing and releasing me to dictate when I should suck. My hands had been on her inner thighs for all this time but now one moved so that I could fuck her pussy. As I slid my fingers in and out of her very wet pussy her movements became more and more frantic, pushing my head into her pussy longer and moving my head around between her legs. Then when she was close to coming she started talking.

"Oh shit, yes slut, yes! Suck my pussy! Oh My God!" One of her hands had been twisting and pulling her nipples but now joined the other on the back of my head, digging deep into the hair, and forced my head into one place as she rubbed her pussy all over my face, riding it until she came with a loud. "FUCK" She held on to my head just a little bit longer, until I teasingly flicked her clit with my tongue again. Then she pulled my head back. I looked up from between her legs, feeling quite satisfied. "Proud of yourself eh?" She said. Rubbing her hands through my hair and panting. "Get that grin of your face." She said as she rubbed my face her fingers feeling random and frantic at the same time. "Turn around." She finally said, in an authoritive voice. That voice sparked something inside my instantly. So it took a while for me to react. "Well?" She said, impatiently. To which I finally sprung to action and shifted my body so I was facing the other way.

"If we're going to do this..." I said, while following the directions she gave me with a guiding hand in my back and on my ass. "Shouldn't we have a safe word or something?" I finished, from my position on all fours on the bathtub floor. She opened the hot water tab to re-heat the water. And was silent for a while.

"Why? Because you like yelling no, while not really meaning it?" She finally said, in a teasing tone of voice. I felt hot water flow between my legs, when I looked around I saw she was steering it that way on purpose, stirring the bathwater with one lazy hand. It was near stinging hot and just to tease her a little bit I spread my legs a little more, and raised my butt a little higher.

"Yeah."

"Let's do a fruit or something."

"Pineapple?" I proposed.

"That is an unsexy fruit."

"Pineapple then? Or kiwi?"

"Kiwi is better, it's shorter to say."

"Kiwi then. It's decided." I looked up at her and raised my hand for a box. Which she returned.

"Now you can say no all you want." She said. Smiling wickedly. As she splashed some of the hot water unto my ass. Then she spanked my ass. The sound echoed wetly through the bathroom. "That's for not immediately obeying me just now."

I gasped, but not in a about-to-stop-her way. And wiggled my ass, which earned me another two slaps.

"Next time do as I say as fast as possible okay?" She kept slapping my ass. One hit on one cheek and one on the other. I liked it.

"MMmmm yes." I answered.

"Good." She kept up slapping my ass. Then she started varying, sometimes sliding her hands softly over my buttocks and sometimes slapping. I was on edge, not knowing what to expect. Then her roaming hands got a little more touchy, pinching and shaking my butt. Still intermingling with a hard slap now and then, by this time they took me by such surprise that she could coax a squeak out of me. Whenever I squeaked she laughed, and eventually she said: "I love that little sound, your butt is getting quite red too." And then just kept it up for a while longer. By now my knees started hurting but I wasn't about to complain. Not yet anyway. Her roaming fingers finally found their way to my pussy and I knew my lips were swollen AF because I'd felt them rubbing together for a while now. So when she dipped a finger between them it felt great. "You're so wet." She said, dipping a second finger in immediately after. And pumping them in and out of me. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Mmm yes." I answered as her other hand found my clit.

"I'm sorry, what yes?"

"Yes fuck me." I was almost to embarrassed to say it out loud but I knew this would be our secret. Her fingers started pumping harder and she added a third just to fill me up a little bit more. She got me going quite fast, and just when I thought that the build-up to a nice orgasm would start she stopped. Her fingers leaving my pussy. I moaned and backed my ass up, still a little above begging but letting my butt do most of the talking. She chuckled.

"Look who's a little slut." Then I felt something cold and hard pressed against my pussy. I held very still as the object slid easily up and down between my pussy lips, giving an extra rub to my clit. "Not such a wiggly little slut now?" She said, her mean streak showing through as she positioned whatever it was at my sensitive entrance, putting quite some pressure on it. But given the size of the object it didn't slide so easily in.

"What's that?" I asked voice stricken with nerves.

"Just a shampoo bottle." She answered pushing harder and I felt my pussy strain.

"Is that... safe?"

"Don't worry." She said, lessening the pressure and sliding the shampoo bottle around in my pussy juices. "I know what I'm doing, plus, I've cleaned it, so it should be all right." She pushed again, and this time I hollowed my back to position my pussy for easier entrance. Biting my lip in anticipation. This time the shampoo bottle entered me a little and I got a real sense of its girth.

"Oh, it's a little big isn't it." She pushed harder, and I felt my pussy stretch as it sunk deeper.

"You think your little pussy can handle it?" She asked as she kept pushing.

"Hmmm maybe, maybe just be a little gentler?" She relaxed the pressure on the shampoo bottle and even pulled it slowly back out again, leaving my pussy empty. At the entrance she wiggled it softly, as her fingers found my clit again, and then suddenly she pushed it back in, with a force I hadn't expected. My pussy was forcefully filled. "AH" She retracted the shampoo bottle until it was almost out and then fucked it back in again, then she started on long steady strokes alternating between filling my pussy and emptying it almost entirely. As the bottle slid in and out easier and easier I started to fuck back, moving my hips over the thick invader. As I was reaching my top, fucking harder and harder, she suddenly added a finger in between my pussy and the shampoo bottle, renewing that delicious feeling of tightness. "No, that's too much." I screamed, as my pussy was stretched out. She didn't even hesitate but kept fucking me, using the finger to pull me even tauter. Getting me almost to the brink of coming.

"You want to come?" She asked suddenly, while I was moaning loudly, making it obvious that that was indeed my intention. "Because you'll have to do something for me." The fucking slowed. This wasn't good. I tried fucking back but the rhythm was lost. "You have to beg for it honey." The shampoo bottle with its added finger slid slowly in and out of me as I considered if I was too beyond hope to care about my dignity. I mean If she could say things like that... My pussy was aching for this orgasm, it was spasming around the bottle.

"please..." I finally managed, as the shampoo bottle almost came to a halt.

"Please what? I wanna hear you say it."

"Please fuck me." I was blushing to behind my ears.

"And?"

"Please make me come." The bottle was back, pumping its steady rhythm.

"Rub your clit." She ordered as I felt her fingers leave that sweet spot to settle on my ass, parting my ass cheeks. I obeyed her and quickly had myself back on track. As she fucked me with the shampoo bottle, hard and deep, I rubbed my clit.

"YESS Please!"

"You coming honey?" She asked, not slowing the delicious pumping.

"OOOh Yess I'm so close!" I felt her thumb circle my asshole, applying a soft pressure to another one of my wet, wanton holes. A part of me felt conflicted, no one had ever touched me there before, but a more vocal part of me screamed: "YES Please Fuck Me!" The shampoo bottle pumped in and out of me, my clit was being rubbed into ecstasy and now my asshole gave way to her thumb, it slid in without much difficulty. "OOOH that feels so tight!" It added to the tightness in my pussy, and I felt greatly full. Then she started to fuck me with her thumb as well and I exploded into orgasm, coming uncontrollably. When I came down from those heights she was still fucking my oversensitive pussy, just to tease me.

"You like that?" She finally said, as she unhooked her thumb from my butthole.

"Ohh yes." I moaned wholeheartedly. She applied some pressure to the shampoo bottle, pushing it back into my twitching pussy.

"I want you to see how much of this bottle you've taken. Can you turn around?" I hesitated. "Try closing your legs and just rolling over." She moved out of the way, and I twisted around, the bottle held firmly inside me by my thighs. It felt deliciously full. When I laid on my back she moved forward again, spreading my legs and putting a finger on the bottle, applying the littlest amount of pressure, but it didn't matter because I was so sensitive I could feel it throughout my entire pussy. "Maybe you have to raise your hips above water to see." She said, putting a guiding hand on my ass. Once my hips were about on eyelevel she wiggled the bottle a little bit and then pulled it out a bit. The bright green lid came into view. She played with it, slowly pushing it back and then puling it out again. Until the entire bottle came loose and she held it up to me like a trophy. It was rather big, and round. It wasn't texturized at all but it had quite some girth.

"Damn" I said, upon seeing the thing.

"Yeah" she agreed. "And it was in you until about... here." She said, indicating a part rather close to the lid. I licked my lips.

"Damn"

"Yeah" She said again. "Wanna lick it clean?" She asked, offering it to my lips.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Our Helper byAshson©








It was my wife's accident that started the ball rolling. She guessed that the amber would turn to red before she reached it and stopped. The guy behind her apparently thought he could make it while the light was only pink and stood on the accelerator. So Mary got rear-ended and pushed into the intersection. She also got a badly broken arm.

Mind you, what really upset Mary was that when she got pushed into the intersection the light was red and the red-light camera pinged her. The cops sent her a fine. She was quite vocal when she explained to them why it wasn't her fault and suggested that they look at the photo for themselves. She didn't let up until they withdrew the notice.

But that little to-do was subsequent to the main event. With a broken arm, Mary needed additional help around the house. I suggested that we hire a full-time live-in nanny for six weeks. The insurance would be paying for it, after all. Mary thought that was a great idea, and she knew just the person to hire. Her niece.

Samantha was Mary's elder sister's child. She was eighteen, quite pretty, nice figure, that she enjoyed showing off, and currently jobless, but looking.

My opinion of Samantha was that the reason she was looking for work was so that she'd know what places to avoid. I considered her intelligent but lazy, with the laziness encouraged by doting parents. I suggested to Mary that perhaps a professional would be more appropriate but she wasn't having a bar of it. Family came first and all that and Samantha could use the money.

We put the two youngest in together, and Samantha moved into the freed-up room. She quickly proved to be worth her weight in lead. Wrapped around your neck when you're trying to swim. I suggested to Mary that she have a word with Samantha, because if she didn't, I would.

Mary had that word and Samantha nodded and said she'd try harder. Personally, I didn't think she could be any more trying than she currently was. Now, with Samantha presumably trying to help around the house, chaos arose out of order. I decided to have my own gentle word with her. You know. Give her a hint in the right direction.

"Samantha," I said, smiling nicely. "You are proving as useful as a boil on the bum of a cyclist. Why don't you fuck off home and I'll get someone in who knows what the words 'help' and 'work' mean."

Samantha complained to her mother that I'd been rude, who promptly complained to Mary that I'd insulted darling Samantha and offended the poor girl, and Mary complained to me.

"I can't have offended her that much," I told Mary. "She's still here."

Mary suggested that I give her another go, because she was doing her best. (God forbid I ever see her worst.) She also suggested that I should go and apologise to Samantha.

"Samantha," I said, still smiling nicely, "Mary thinks that I might have upset you. Not my intention. I just wanted you to go away. Mary also thinks that we should give you another chance, so it appears that you get to stay. Now me, I think that if you go whining to your mother again, or if you don't pull your weight, or if you inconvenience Mary in any manner whatsoever, I'm going to get out a ping pong paddle and apply it to your bottom until you see things my way. Do we understand one another?"

Apparently we did, as Samantha didn't dare repeat that little conversation to her mother, and she did seem to start making an effort around the house. Not much of a one, but at least she was of some assistance.

Everything went fairly smoothly for the next couple of days. No problems until I got home from work, Friday evening. Mary was in the kitchen trying to get dinner for the kids, when she should have been in bed resting.

I hustled her back to bed, annoyed.

"Where the hell is Samantha?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Mary told me. "She said she had to go out for a while around five, but I haven't seen her since."

"OK. You relax and watch TV. I'll fix dinner and I'll also check up on where Samantha is."

So I fixed dinner and loaded the dishwasher and bathed the kids and tucked them into bed. I also found time to ring Samantha's mother to ask if she knew where Samantha was. Oh, yes, she knew. Didn't I? Samantha had a date. That's where she was. After all, you can't expect Samantha to be there all the time.

The hell I couldn't. She was being paid to be here, and paid well. The times she was allowed off had been clearly spelt out and she'd agreed to them. Just shooting through was not playing the game.

I told Mary that Samantha had a date and had forgotten to tell us when she went. She wasn't to worry. I'd stay up and explain things to Samantha.

Things like common courtesy and doing the work you're paid for, but I didn't phrase it quite like that to Mary. Eventually I helped Mary to bed and settled down to watch some TV and wait for Samantha to get home. Come midnight I said the hell with it and went to bed myself.

A couple of hours later I was awakened. When you have small children in the house you tend to be tuned for unexpected noises at night and wake up when you hear them. This noise wasn't being caused by a small child, however.

I got up and stalked down to Samantha's bedroom. I didn't bother to knock, just opened the door and walked in. Samantha had taken off her dress and was standing there in panties and bra. She gave a squeak of protest when I just walked in, but I ignored that.

"Where the hell have you been," I demanded.

"None of your business," she said, getting all huffy. "You're not my father."

"No. I'm your employer and the deal plainly states what days you get off. Friday evening is not one of the nominated times and just getting up and going was thoughtless in the extreme."

"Oh, come on," Samantha protested. "You can't really expect me to stay home on a Friday night. Get real."

"Actually, I can, because that's what your contract says. You do remember the contract, don't you? We need to formalise the arrangement to ensure the insurance covered your salary."

"Well, yes, but surely you're not sticking to that silly thing."

"Yes. I am. That's why we wrote it. We're not unreasonable, though. If you had bothered to mention that you had a date, and asked for time off, we'd probably have agreed to let you go as soon as I got home. Not several hours before, leaving Mary to struggle alone."

I paused for a moment to let that sink in. From the look on her face Samantha considered that I was being unreasonable. I was about to become a lot more unreasonable.

"I believe I mentioned last time we had a little chat what would happen if you let me down," I observed. "Do you remember?"

From the way her eyes widened it was apparent that she did.

"You wouldn't dare," she said, barely breathing the words out.

"Oh, I'd dare alright," I assured her, "but I really can't be bothered having to wrestle you over my knee in the middle of the night, no matter how much I think you deserve it."

She looked relieved for a moment, but I hastened to kill that off.

"I'll give you a choice. You can quit, right here and now, and I'll run you home in the morning and get an adult to come and do the work. Alternatively, you can voluntarily bend over my knee and get your bottom paddled. I don't have a ping pong paddle with me so I'll have to use your hairbrush or my hand. That's another choice I'll let you make."

Samantha had very nice hair. She also had a very nice and expensive hair brush, said brush having a very wide flat back to it. I saw her give one look at the hairbrush and cringe.

Samantha wanted the money for the job. She did not want to quit. Neither did she want to get a spanking. I was indifferent. Either way was a win to me, although I think I'd rather that she quit. Still, it wouldn't be right to force her to when it might upset Mary. Seeing Samantha couldn't seem to decide on which was the lesser of two evils I gave her a hand.

I strolled over and sat on the bed.

"Bend over," I said. "It'll only hurt a lot, I hope."

She blasted well did. I'd been sure she'd quit first. Suppressing a sigh I gave a hard spank to her bottom. She gave a yelp, but that was it, so I started spanking her in earnest. My hand game down hard and regularly, with not a sound from Samantha after that first yelp.

I upped the ante. I paused in the spanking, took hold of her panties and tugged them down. Well down, around her knees. She squeaked when I started removing them, and then silence.

I shrugged, and started bouncing my hand of her round little tush. Quite an attractive one she had, too. I didn't take it easy on her. She'd been rude and thoughtless and she could easily have caused Mary to damage her arm. I pointed that out, along with a few other overdue comments.

Finally satisfied that I'd made my point I stood her back on her feet. Bloody hell. Samantha just stood there, facing me, face flushed and breathing hard. Her panties had slithered down to her ankles and the skimpy little bra she was wearing didn't hide much. It was obvious that her nipples were standing out. The fool woman was so aroused I half expected her to jump me.

"I expect you to be up bright and early, so you'd better get to bed," I snapped at her, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pyjamas.

She nodded and I headed for the door.

"Wait," she said as I was about to leave.

I turned my head, one eyebrow raised.

"Um, you're not going to tell Mary that you spanked me are you?" she muttered.

"Not if you don't want me to," I said. "As far as I'm concerned the matter ends here. I'm trusting that you won't put me in such a position again where I would feel required to repeat the dose."

Samantha nodded vigorously, causing her breasts to almost pop out of her bra. That would have been interesting. She still didn't seem to realise that her panties weren't on.

I went back to bed, wishing Mary was feeling a whole lot better.

It appeared that the spanking had a salutary effect on Samantha. She was bright and cheerful and helpful, becoming a great assistance to Mary. There was only one little problem. I thought I was imagining it at first but as several days passed I became more and more certain. Samantha was deliberately needling me.

There was nothing I could really put my finger on and say she did this to annoy me, just a lot of little things that seemed to aggravate me. Eventually Mary noticed and commented.

"What's the matter with Samantha?" she asked me. "I could swear that she's deliberately trying to irritate you. What's going on?"

"I think I know what the problem is," I admitted. "I'm just not sure what to do about a solution. You know when she went missing last Friday and I had a talk with her?"

Mary nodded. "She's been perfect since then except for the way she seems to be having a dig at you."

"Yes. Well what happened was I gave her a choice between getting a spanking or getting the bum's rush. I thought she'd agree that the work wasn't suited to her and go home."

"And she didn't?" asked Mary, giggling.

"I had to spank her," I said, smiling wryly. "The trouble is, I think she wants another one."

"Why on earth would she want another spanking?"

"Well, let's just say that I noticed that she seemed to be rather stimulated by the first one."

Mary blinked.

"By stimulated, I take it you're actually saying sexually aroused?"

"Spot on. And she wants to try it again."

"You do know she's a virgin, don't you?"

"How the hell would I know that?" I asked indignantly. "Like I'm going to quiz her on her sex life."

"Take my word for it. She is. I think she's decided that she wants you to initiate her. She just doesn't realise it yet."

"You're kidding."

Mary shook her head. "Bet I'm right. I'll also lay odds that she'll do something very soon that will force the issue. Spanking wise, anyway."

"I can't really say I wouldn't mind putting her over my knee again," I grumbled, and Mary laughed.

"Well, I think you'll have your chance in the near future. This time I'll sit in on the spanking and assess the situation. Maybe my being there will help calm her down."

I didn't have that long to wait. That evening, after the kids had all gone to bed, I was watching TV with Mary and Samantha. When some ads came on half way through the show, Mary asked Samantha if she minded making some coffee. Samantha smiled and jumped to her feet, but I distinctly hear her mutter something rude as she headed towards the door. So did Mary.

"Just a moment, young lady," snapped Mary. "I heard that. You should know that I don't tolerate that sort of language."

"Sorry, Aunt Mary," Samantha muttered, giving me a look to see how I was reacting. She should have been watching Mary.

"I don't think sorry covers it," said Mary, speaking quite mildly.

Samantha turned to look at her, startled.

"I've noticed that you seem to be a bit rude at times, normally to Alan. I think it's time you had a lesson in politeness. If my children had spoken like that they'd have had their bottoms smacked. I see no reason why the same shouldn't apply to you. Go to your room. I want to speak to Alan first."

Samantha left, but there was a decided bounce to her step as she went. I looked at Mary. She shrugged.

"Might as well be now as later," she said. "We'll wander on down and you can spank her. We'll see what happens."

This time I'd know not to pull down Samantha's panties to drive the message home. Fun to do the first time, but not, I thought, while Mary was in the room.

We walked down to Samantha's room and, with a perfunctory knock, walked in. It was immediately obvious that I needn't worry about removing Samantha's panties. She'd thoughtfully done the job for me, having stripped of both jeans and panties.

She blushed when Mary walked in with me.

"I - I thought that Alan would want to spank my bare bottom," she muttered, hurriedly placing her hands in front of her.

"Quite a reasonable assumption," said Mary, looking at me and lifting an eyebrow. I tried my best to keep my face expressionless.

Sitting on the bed I indicated that Samantha should take up the required position. She did so, throwing nervous little glances at Mary, an unwanted witness as far as Samantha was concerned.

It was a team effort. I spanked and Mary lectured, me delivering an extra hard spank to emphasise some of the point Mary made. I was careful. I made sure that I only spanked Samantha's bottom, even though my hands itched to explore a little. Finally, when Samantha's bottom was an acceptable shade of red, Mary indicated that was it.

Setting Samantha back on her feet, I could see she was in the same state as last time. Her hands hovered around her bottom, her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. The thin top she wore didn't hide the fact that her nipples had peaked. Mary noticed all this as well, and the fact that Samantha was standing in such a way that she presented a full frontal of her bare pussy to me.

Mary looked at Samantha and nodded in a decided manner. She'd made up her mind about something. I got up to leave, assuming that Mary would want to have a private word with Samantha. My mistake.

"No, no" said Mary. "You stay here Alan. What with my arm and all you've been restricted lately. Tossing Samantha on the bed and initiating her will give you some relief and also help Samantha out."

Say, what?

That must have been what Samantha thought as well.

"What do you mean, initiate me?" she said, sounding shocked.

"You're all aroused and feeling frustrated," said Mary calmly. "Alan will give you a nice fuck to help alleviate those feelings and give you a bit of a sexual education. God knows you need it."

With that Mary turned and waltzed out the door, closing it behind her. I could hear her laughing as she walked back to the lounge room.

Samantha looked at me.

"You're not really going to do anything, are you," she asked.

"Take off your top," I said.

"Now!" I added, when she hesitated.

Samantha gulped and hastily did so, standing before me naked in very short order. I reached out and cupped her mound, smiling when she squeaked. I could feel the heat coming from her, and her lips were already wet.

"Don't worry," I said softly. "All I'm going to do is lay you on the bed and make love to you."

"You're married," she whispered. "I'm a virgin. You wouldn't."

"I'm married, which means that I do what my wife wants and it appears that she wants me to fuck you. I was assuming you were a virgin, which is why I'm going to take it slowly. If you weren't a virgin you'd find that you were already bending over the bed with my cock deep inside you. Now lie down."

Samantha scrambled onto the bed while I stripped. Naked I approached the bed. Samantha was looking at my erection, just staring at it with fascination. She was also making no effort to cover up her own body. Hot to trot may be a crude way of putting it but it described Samantha at that moment.

"How is it that you're still a virgin?" I asked.

"I don't know," she muttered with a shrug. "I've just never wanted to do it."

Probably because none of her boyfriends had spanked her first. She apparently found that irresistible.

I settled onto the bed beside her, one hand reaching out to capture a breast. I squeezed it gently, bending over it to take the nipple in my mouth. While I teased her nipple with tongue and teeth my free hand wandered over her legs, sliding between then and cupping her mound.

I gently massaged her mound, hand moving up and down then from side to side. The motions along her mound were soft and caressing, one finger dragging along her slit, encouraging it to open. Switching to a side to side motion I became rougher, the movements of my hand dragging her lips apart, letting intruding fingers slip inside.

It wasn't as though I had to do a lot to prepare Samantha. Almost from the moment I touched her she was pushing against me, trying to get closer. Coax her to touch me intimately? My cock would have needed to run and hide to avoid her. Her hand found me almost before I touched her pussy, stoking and revelling in the feel of it.

Take it slowly, I told myself. Ha. I was talking to the wrong person. Samantha was already turning towards me, throwing a leg over me and drawing me closer. I finally said the hell with it, and moved to cover her more fully.

I didn't need to coax her legs apart and gently ease her lips apart while I slipped tenderly into her, initiating her with a gentle and loving kindness. All I had to do was lean towards her while her hands feverishly directed my cock to where she wanted it to go. As soon as I was in position Samantha was straining up against me, eager to take me in. Her virginity didn't stand a chance.

I felt myself sliding in, felt the momentary resistance as I hit her hymen and heard a faint squeak as it yielded, followed by a sigh of relief as my cock drove down into her.

Samantha shuddered slightly as I settled upon her. I think she may have actually had some sort of mini climax with my entry, she was so eager to go. She was breathing hard, staring at me, eyes wide.

"Oh, wow," she said. "I didn't know."

"You still don't," I told her. "We're only just starting."

Her eyes seemed to go wider still and she looked a little startled. She looked even more startled when I pulled back and pushed forcefully back into her. She gave a squeal and opened her mouth to say something, but whatever it was, it was lost when I repeated my thrust.

After that I moved more slowly. I pulled well back, and told her to lift her hips to meet me as I came back in, counselling her to move slowly at first. "Don't worry," I told her. "You'll know when you need to move faster."

I settled down to some slow but steady work, driving in hard, relishing the feel of her and trying to gradually build her up to a point where we could really let go for a nice finishing climax. 
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Samantha had other ideas. She was writhing under me, half screaming, already trying to move things along. To help her along I increased the speed a little. A couple more thrusts at the faster rate and she was gone. She climaxed, just like that, her whole body shaking as she made this wailing sound, and I could feel her internal muscles closing tightly around me.

All I could do was keep ploughing along, not really wanting to finish. As Samantha relaxed I started rebuilding the old rhythm I'd established, and found her body responding and moving along with me. Now I was able to take more time, slowly building her back up to the required heights. This time, also, I was a bit more prepared when she started tossing her head about.

If she was ready to come again then I was more than ready to oblige her. I started hammering home hard. Really hard now, thrusting in and possessing her, branding her mine, pounding my mastery of her body into her.

Samantha was panting, quick short gasps for air came as she hastened to meet me, eager for the glory to come. Then I was finishing fast and Samantha's wails came again as she shuddered beneath me yet again.

I settled heavily upon her, holding her crushed to the bed, and she just lay under me, completely spent. I finally rolled off her, just holding her lightly. She snuggled against me, sighed, and went to sleep.

Once I was sure she was sound asleep I slipped out of the bed and dressed, returning again to the front room. Mary laughed when she saw me, an enquiring look on her face.

"Never again," I told her, most sincerely. "She'd kill me."

"I see. And what are you going to do if she decides she wants seconds?"

"I have a plan," I said. "I'll take care of it."

One of the things that Samantha had managed to negotiate during the week was Friday night off for a date. I actually knew the young man she was seeing. Quite a nice guy. I had a bit of a chat with him when he came to pick her up. Typical female, she made him wait.

His intentions were of the noblest. That means that although he hadn't managed to score, he wouldn't force her.

"Well I expect you to respect her. Don't go slapping her bottom. She gets all excited if you do that. As for spanking her..." My voice trailed off as I shook my head.

As I watched them walk to the car I saw his hand hovering, wanting to give that first slap to see what would happen. He glanced back at the house and drew his hand back again. But it would happen, I knew it. I hoped the lad had plenty of stamina.
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