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Claire handed it over, practically squirming with glee, and then stood back, as if to better take in the scene. Melissa didn’t waste any time, but began snapping pictures happily.

“Oh, come on, Jen. How about a smile!”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, now that’s not nice,” Melissa cooed, the camera still snapping away. “Claire, maybe you need to dress the baby. She’s being awfully naughty.”

Claire eagerly slipped the mitts and booties onto Jenny’s hands and feet and gave her cheek a pinch. “She’s really cute, huh, ‘Lissa?”

“She’s going to get even cuter.” Melissa smiled. “Now, little Jen Jen, what do babies wear on their bottoms?”

“You’re a psychotic bitch, Melissa Hewitt!”

Melissa’s smile evaporated and she handed the camera to Claire, who was shuffling from foot to foot, clearly enjoying the dramatic humiliation.

Melissa strode over to her infantilized captive and grabbed her hair. “If the baby is going to use big girl language, she’s going to be spanked. You really should know better, Jen Jen. What if your Mommy or Daddy heard you talking like that?”

Melissa roughly turned Jenny away from the camera and the girl shrieked as her hands were twisted against the rope. Then, as Claire took over her archival duties, Melissa began to spank Jenny fast and hard.

“You are going to stop cussing RIGHT NOW. That’s no way for a baby to talk, and you’re definitely a baby, Jenny. You’re just a big, immature brat who thinks she can have whatever she wants, but I’m going to teach you better. I am in charge here. Not you. NEVER you.”

Jenny squirmed and whimpered as her bottom went from milky white to pink and then, in hand-shaped spots, to red. Though the spanking only lasted a few minutes, it left both spanker and spankee exhausted. When Melissa felt she’d worn both her arm and Jenny’s bottom out, she stopped. Jenny spun back to face the camera as she was released.

“Now,” said Melissa, taking the camera back from the momentarily sobered Claire, “What do babies wear on their bottoms?”

Jenny sobbed, “Diapers.”

“That’s right. Claire, would you?”

Claire took the diaper and scurried to tape it around Jenny’s waist. It was a little awkward in the standing position, but Claire made it work by roughly twisting Jenny this way and that and slapping her thighs to force her to cooperate.

As Melissa watched, she noticed that Jenny had grown a bit smaller. She still shone like a new penny, but she had lost the imposing aura that only seemed to be visible to other females who were in direct competition with her. She was beginning to break. Melissa smiled. If this worked out the way she hoped, there were a few other girls who would likely find their way into the boiler room.

“Mmm. That’s nice,” said Melissa when Claire had finished. “But pick your head up. We want to see that pretty face.” Trembling, Jenny raised her head and looked at the camera. “Now smile, baby.”

Jenny glanced at Claire, who was resting her hands on her hips and shifting her weight from side to side, and complied, giving a shy, but very pretty little smile.

“Aw, that was a nice one. Wasn’t that a nice one, Claire?”

“Yeah, that was really cute.”

“You always did have such a pretty smile, Jen Jen. I think that will be the one I make flyers of if you piss me off again.” Jenny shivered. “But you’re not going to do that, are you baby?” Melissa and Claire laughed. Jenny’s diaper crinkled as she twisted from side to side, trying to find an angle that didn’t show too much off to the camera.

“You can give her the bottle now.”

Claire pressed the bottle to Jenny’s lips and gave her breast a friendly caress. Jenny was surprised to find that, humiliated as she was, her nipple was hard. She told herself it was just because there was a draft. “There’s nothing in it,” said Jenny after a few sucks.

Melissa lowered the camera. “I suppose next time we’ll have to bring some milk for the baby.” She exchanged a confused glance with Claire and then went back to snapping pictures.

To be continued…

Val Fox clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her best friend, Sarah, goaded her.  “No, I’m not going to the reunion.  Everybody from high school was so stupid.  Don’t you remember?”  Flipping through the pages of the style magazine, she held it below her chin and asked Sarah, “Do you think this hair style would look good on me?”

Sarah shook her head, and Val shook her head back.  With a mocking tone, Sarah said, “They were all stupid back then.  You’re right, but I wonder if maybe some of those assholes have gotten more mature over the years.  We’ll never know unless we grace them with our presence, now will we?”  She fluffed her hair and pointed to the new page Val held against her chest.  “I think that one might look okay on you.”

Val shrugged.  “I dunno.  Don’t you think it’s a little too eighties?”  She flipped the magazine to the next page just as the waiting area of the salon began smelling of perm solution.  “You just want to see Johnny again.  Don’t lie to me and tell me that’s not the reason you’re trying to drag me along to the class reunion.  He’s probably married and has a couple of kids by now.  Why not just have a girls’ night out instead?”

Sarah twisted her face in a fake smirk.  “Just because I want to see Johnny doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.  Ever since starting that fairy business of yours, you haven’t taken enough time to spend with people.  You know, people.  Not the kind who are customers, but people.”  Sarah smacked her bubble gum.  “Besides, you didn’t earn the nickname Foxy for nothing.  Snag a guy at the reunion.  Have a little fun.  I bet some of the men there’ll think you’re a knockout with your red hair.”

Later in the week while at the reunion, Val and Sarah stayed together for awhile until Sarah saw Johnny.  Just as Val predicted, Sarah talked with Johnny Rosencratz all night.  For the first half hour or so Val was left alone.  She was utterly bored, and kept checking her watch.  Most of the other people at the reunion wore fake grins, and nobody spoke with her.  Those who did strike up a conversation were people Val didn’t like in the first place.  Everybody hung out in the same cliques as when they were younger.

She crossed the large auditorium and dipped a plastic ladle into the punch bowl.  Turning to snatch a piece of cake along with the punch, Val saw a man with black hair standing near the entrance to the auditorium.  She didn’t remember him.  Wondering who he was, she carried the punch and cake toward where he stood.  The man was alone, and he looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

When she was within earshot, Val introduced herself.  I’m Val Fox.  Although I’m sure you must have attended school here and were in my class, I don’t recognize you.  What’s your name?” she said while balancing the little plate and cake in the same hand as the punch so she could offer the man a handshake.  His palm was sweaty as he gripped hers.

He shook her hand firmly and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Val Fox.  I’m Robert Murrel.  I attended school here, but I graduated from East.  My family moved midway through my junior year, so I went to East my senior year.”  Robert’s eyes darted to a group of former football players across the room.  “I suppose this really isn’t the right class reunion to attend since I didn’t graduate from West, but I’m an insurance agent and figured maybe I could network a little for potential clients.”  He pointed at the lopsided piece of cake Val held.  “That looks good.  I think I’ll have some.”

Val wasn’t sure if referencing the football players was Robert’s way of excusing himself from speaking with her any longer, but he gave her the vibes that her conversation was welcome.  He smiled as she tagged along with him back to the cake table.  She cleared her throat and said, “Whoever cut the cake sure mangled it.”

Robert laughed and grasped the ladle to the punchbowl, fixed himself a beverage, and took a piece of cake before pointing toward an empty table nearby.  “Let’s sit,” he said.  “I dunno about you, but standing in uncomfortable shoes has to be the worst thing in the world.  I finally broke down and bought a new pair, and they’re not completely broken in yet.”  Val ate her cake without saying much because her mouth was full.  She listened to Robert talk about the differences between attending East and West.  He wore an orange polo-style shirt and a pair of khaki Dockers.  Every now and again Val caught herself glimpsing at his black, leather belt.  A kidnapping fantasy formed in her mind.

This was why her relationships never worked out.  Val always fixated on men with nice belts.  She imagined them using a belt on her while she lay bound and submissive to them.  In reality, the men with the nice belts were either too shy in bed to try what she wanted, or they insisted on always slating her as a submissive.  Val was a true switch.  She liked using the wonderful leather on a man as much as she liked being on the receiving end of a good punishment.  Val could handle vanilla sex.  What she couldn’t handle was a man who stuck a label on her and then expected her to always take the same role.  She didn’t care if the role was in bed, on the job, or in the home.  That’s why she started The Fairy Store.  Val needed to create her own destiny.

“Are you okay?” Robert said.  “You’re kinda not paying attention to me.  I just asked you a question.”  His cup of punch was nearly drained, and the cake missing.

“Oh, sorry.  I just got lost in my thoughts for awhile.” Val wondered if her face was flushed.  Her slit was wet with the beginnings of a fantasy with this man.  His belt was still in the front of her mind when she said, “I’m not going to stay here for very long.  If you want to meet up with me later or leave with me and do something else, I’m cool with that.  The friend who accompanied me here ditched me.  There’s nobody else I intend to talk with.  If you want to razzle dazzle some potential clients since you just got here, I understand.  I’m a business owner myself.”

Robert swallowed the last few drops of punch in the paper cup before he said, “I think leaving with you sounds like more fun than talking to a bunch of people I don’t know.  Nobody really wants to be sold insurance at a reunion anyway.”

He drives home from work smiling at the knowledge that their children are staying with friends overnight.  Each stoplight and turn he passes brings to mind another way to torment his waiting submissive wife.  He had recently needed to punish her for not keeping up with her rules, but that was over and tonight he could have fun.

He unlocks the door and enters their apartment, closing the door behind him. He calls out to her and she answers from their bedroom, her voice leading him down the hallway. He pauses upon entering the room, taking a moment to look at her laying on the bed naked, then walks to the bed and leans down, kissing her mouth urgently.

He takes a few moments to relax from his day at work, talking to his beautiful wife and touching her. He teases her when she asks if he is going to spank her before or after the party they were invited to that evening.  He smiles and listens carefully when she explains why she thinks before is better, then pauses and explains why she thinks after is better.

After a few minutes, he stands and undresses, then sits on the bed. He looks at her and motions for her to lay across his lap.  She hesitates for a moment, but then walks around the bed and positions herself across his leg with her bare bottom turned up for him.  “I love you, little one,” He says quietly as he rubs his hands over her body.

He suddenly lifts his right hand and swings it down forcefully.  She inhales sharply and jumps a little as his hand strikes her bare skin with a smack.  He rubs her bottom briefly before spanking her again. She begins to squirm as his hand rises and falls, turning the pale skin of her ass bright pink.  He chuckles and stops for a moment, sliding his fingers between her now very warm cheeks to lightly brush over her mound.  She shivers as he teases her, and he pushes just enough for a fingertip to slip between her lips.

“Hmmm. I should have gotten the clothespins before I sat down,” He says with a grin.  “I could have put one here,” He lightly pinches her labia on one side, “And another one here,” And he pinches the other side.

“No, no, no,” She says as his fingers mimic the pinch of the wooden pins. “No clothepins.”

“Oh yes,” He replies. “And maybe even one here,” he smiles as his fingers find her clit.

“No sir, no sir, please, no,” She begs.

“But you got so wet when I said that, little one.”

He laughs and begins spanking her again, his hand landing on her ass with varying strength and speed.  He stops again after several more minutes, sliding his fingers once more between her thighs.

“You are even more wet now than you were before, little one. I think you like getting spanked.”  He pauses to look at her, waiting until she turns her head to look back. “Just a small one now: come for me, little one,” he says, smiling as she orgasms lightly. “No more until I say. That will be later tonight. After the party.”

“Why?” she asks.

“I want you horny while we are at hooters with our vanilla friends. I want to know that you will be staring at the waitresses wishing you could touch them, or touch yourself, and knowing that you can’t come until later. Now stand up for a moment.”

He helps her to stand and shifts his position on the bed, reaching over to the dresser and picking up a small item while her head is turned.  “Back across my lap, little one,” He says.  She looks at him for a moment, then nearly steps backward. “You have clothespins, don’t you?” She asks.

“No.” He says. “I promise I don’t have any clothespins. Now get over here.”

She lays across his left leg and he puts his right leg over both of hers, and his left arm over her back, holding her tightly.  He touches the item he got from the dresser to her ass and she almost jumps as the cool metal of the ruler makes contact with her warm skin.

She turns her head to look at him, her eyes wide. “No. Not that,” She says.

“Yes, little one. This.” He turns the ruler so that the foam back is towards her ass and lightly flicks his wrist. The ruler snaps against her skin. “Very nice,” he says, and then snaps it again several times.  She wriggles against his arm and leg holding her down as the ruler slapped her several times.  He pauses long enough to flip the ruler over so the metal face was towards her skin, then flicks it again.

“OW!” She exclaimed.

He smiled and said, “Good.”

He begins popping the ruler against her ass, covering most of it with light slaps from the thin flexible metal. paying careful attention to the bottom of her ass, knowing she will be sitting on it later.  She bucks and fights, trying to get away from the ruler, but he hold her and keeps flicking the metal at the same spot on her ass over and over.

When he feels that her ass is sufficiently reddened, he stops and helps her stand up. He spanks her with his hand once as she turns around, and then gets up from the bed himself.  “Lay down on the bed, little one,” He instructs her.

She lays across the bed and watches him closely and then protesting as he picks up the Hitachi Magic Wand. He brings the Hitachi back to the side of the bed, taps the inside of her legs with his hand and says, “Open up.” She spreads her legs for him and he carefully positions the head of the Hitachi against her clit. He helps her close her legs to hold it in place, and then switches it on low.

She is begging for permission to orgasm within seconds, but he denies her as he stands behind her and lightly spanks her already red ass.  After she asks for the third time, he reaches down and switches the Hitachi to high. She moans loudly, but keeps her legs together to hold it in place.

He climbs onto the bed, straddling her and leans down close to whisper in her ear, “Perhaps I should do something more. Torment you a bit more, maybe?”

“No sir,” she moans.

“Oh I know,” He says, “I could fuck your ass while the wand runs on your clit. Just slide inside your tight asshole. I could fuck you hard and fast, not worrying if you come. You can’t yet. I’ll fuck you. Use you. I’ll come in your ass, and then leave you with the wand for a while longer.”

“Oh no, nononono …”

He stops and stands up again, turning the Hitachi off. “Open your legs,” He says. She spreads her legs and he adjusts the wand a little lower, ensuring that her pussy isn’t covered by the head of the wand before helping her pull her legs together to hold the wand in place again.

He switches the wand on high, and then climbs up to straddle her again, once more leaning close to whisper in her ear, “I know. I’ll fuck your cunt. Your soaking wet from being spanked, so I’ll take you while the wand tortures your clit.”

He leans up and spreads her ass cheeks, carefully putting the head of his already hard cock against her pussy.  He puts his hands on her back and slowly slides inside of her.  She gasps and moans at the new sensations, and he joins her as he feels the vibrations of the Hitachi transmitted through her to him.

He holds her shoulders down and begins thrusting, sliding in and out of her as the Hitachi runs tirelessly against her clit. She moans and begs and nearly screams, but he does not allow her permission to orgasm. Soon the vibrations join the mind fuckery and push him over the edge. He sits up straight and thrusts his cock as deeply into her as he can, shuddering in orgasm.

He waits, trying to stay upright as long as he can, and then slowly pulls out and turns the Hitachi off. They clean up and dress for the birthday party.  She asks for permission to orgasm several times on the short drive to Hooters, but he refuses.

As they sit on the deck at the restaurant, he watches her as her eyes follow the waitresses. He smiles as she shifts to try and peek down their shirts and all but stares at their asses.  She sees him watching her and mouths the question, “Can I come? Please, sir?”  He shakes his head no.

After the party winds down, they go with a few of their closer friends from the party to another restaurant to get dinner and a drink. Tall Long Island Iced Teas which only serve to make her even more horny. They sit and talk for almost an hour, and then stand in the parking lot after the restaurant closes talking for another hour.

When he leads her to their car, she is almost vibrating with need. “Are we going home now? I want to go home so I can come.”

He smiles and passes their exit from the highway, taking the next one instead.

“Where are we going?” She asks.

He smiles and says, “This way.”

He turns at the traffic signal and then turns again, this time into a dark parking lot. The business is closed and the lights are almost all off, leaving the lot dark. He turns the car off and gets out, walking around to open her door and help her out.  He leads her over to the side of the building and, after looking around a little, he selects a spot and places her back against the wall.  He kisses her, lightly at first, but then with more urgency, more need.

She looks up at him as he reluctantly releases her mouth, watching his eyes in the darkness as he lifts her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to the cool night air.  His fingers find her nipples, stroking with feathery touches that turn into pinches as his mouth captures hers again.  Her breathing quickens as his right hand slowly slides down her exposed skin to the waistband of her denim shorts and slides inside. His fingers slide under her panties, searching as he presses downward.

She moans into his mouth as his fingertip brushes across her swollen, wet pussy lips. Her back straightens and her fingers find and hold his hair as he begins to rub her clit.  He teases for a few moments, but then adds a little pressure to her clit and her nipple.

As she reaches her toes, tensing and once more nearly screaming into his mouth, he breaks off the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Come for me, little one.”

He leans in to posses her mouth again as she shudders from her orgasm, moaning loudly into the night.

He holds her gently until she regains her balance, and then helps her straighten her clothes and walk back to the car. They climb into the car and he drives them back to their apartment.  He hold her hand as they walk across the parking lot and up the stairs. They kiss as he unlocks the door.

He locks the door behind them and turns out the lights as they make their way to bed where he holds her as they fall asleep.

Dragon Mage

Nadia arrived at Robert’s ranch style house four hours later.  It was a bachelor pad with little in the way of decorations.  Most of his furniture was comfy and brown or beige.  Until her phone call, he hadn’t known she’d even moved back to town.  When she walked through the hallway into the living room, Nadia was as stunning as ever.  Robert approached her as soon as he saw her lips curl up into a wickedly seductive smile.  Wearing a shirt that read the name of a local bar, The Whale’s Belly, her nipples protruded through the “a” of “Whale” and the “y” of “Belly.”  “Damn, I forgot how fine your tits are,” he said, tracing the outline of the two letters.  “You know I’m a breast man.”

She flipped her long, straight blonde hair behind her shoulder.  “And you know from the old days that I like a good fuck just about as much as anything else.  I’ll let you under the Whale’s Belly if you’ll let me be on top.”

“It’s a deal.”  Robert’s pulse quickened as he stared at the bump sticking through the “A.”

He stripped off all his clothes, glad he kept up the rigorous gym routine in the mornings before work.  His jeans, flannel shirt, tank top, socks, and boots all dropped to the floor in a messy pile to the side of the couch.  Nadia watched him, her eyes fixed on his crotch.  She crinkled her nose before smiling again when she saw the sculpted abs Robert had worked so hard to maintain.  He felt comfortable around her, and he knew it drove her crazy when he was slow about taking off his underwear.  Robert crossed the room and then tapped the button on his stereo, filling the room with the echo of soft music.

While sitting on the couch, Nadia lifted the T-shirt over her supple breasts and then pulled her pants down. They slipped off her legs with a tomboyish lack of grace.  She wasn’t tall exactly, but her legs always seemed longer than most women’s legs.  Robert watched Nadia lift her feet out of the pants.  His belly tingled as he anticipated a good fuck.  In the past, Nadia always kept him guessing.  Sometimes she liked sex rough and was feral about their play.  Other times she insisted he take his time and tease her.  He wondered how Nadia wanted it this time around as he sat on the couch next to her.

Her skin was tan except for her bikini line, which suited Robert just fine.  His heartbeat ratcheted up a notch when she neared him with those long legs and tanned skin.  He wanted to explore under the whale’s belly, and she knew it.  Robert missed calling her these past few years whenever he desired a convenient, guilt-free lay.  They used to be a regular fuck when both of them weren’t in committed relationships.  Nadia had been with Joe for a couple years and a hundred miles away, so they hadn’t really kept in touch for awhile.  She winked at him before lifting her leg over Robert’s lap and letting out a deep, slow sigh.  Just like before, they avoided kissing on the mouth as Nadia straddled his lap. Their mutual understanding was that this act they were about to perform was about pleasure, nothing more.  There were no strings attached whatsoever.  Her pussy rocked over his hairy thigh, dampening his leg.  She was wet even before he fondled her.  “Damn, Nadia.  You’re soaked.  Take that thong off.”

He traced the outline of her panties and tugged at the fabric with one hand.  He stroked her long, blonde hair with the other.  Nadia snapped the waistband of his briefs and said, “There’s no use taking mine off if you’re not gonna take yours off.”

Robert panicked.  His dick was limp under the underwear.  Surely Nadia could feel and see his lack of a hard-on, but he didn’t want to talk about it too.  “I can tell you’ve been eager for this,” he said.  “Probably even touching yourself before driving over here.”  Deflecting the topic usually was a good tactic.  If he could just change the subject he’d be okay.  Robert was sure obsessing about having an erection was the problem.  As soon as he could forget about trying, it’d happen.  If he could just focus on Nadia for awhile, he’d be ready to fuck in no time at all.  “Tell me about what you want to do.  You know I like talking dirty,” he said.

“Yeah.”  Nadia removed her panties by lifting her pelvis above his lap and threading one leg at a time out of them.  “I’m glad you like talking dirty,” she said.  “Because it’s been awhile since I’ve done that.”  She pressed her tits against Robert’s chest, and she whispered into his ear.  “I wanna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have the image of us in your head for days.”  She clenched her jaw, whistling through her teeth before biting roughly on Robert’s neck.  “Just like the time we were in the woods on that tree stump.”

“But I’m gonna need a little warming up first,” he said.  Robert cupped her full, round breasts in his hands.  They were just as wonderful as he remembered.  “Tell me more about how naughty you’ve been,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Nadia said as she licked his nipples.  She sucked roughly before dismounting from his lap.  He watched as she knelt between his legs and then grasped the elastic of his underwear.  She slid them off once Robert lifted his hips.  Her expression said it all.  She didn’t want to talk anymore.  Instead, Nadia used a gliding motion with her tongue as she licked his balls and his cock.  What she was doing felt good, but Robert’s penis didn’t respond.  Nadia then took it into her mouth and used her lips over the shaft.  Robert grunted, mostly out of frustration.  He didn’t even achieve a partial erection.

His face burned with embarrassment as Nadia said, “What’s wrong?  You whack off earlier today before I called you or something?”

“No,” he said.  “I don’t know what’s going on.”  He pushed her head away from his balls.  “I’ll pleasure you though.”

They traded places.  Nadia sat on the couch, and Robert knelt between her legs.  He eased his middle finger and then his index finger inside her pussy while flicking her clit with his tongue.  Nadia always had been a gusher.  Robert closed his eyes as he licked between her clit and opening while finding her G-spot with his fingers.

“Right there,” she said.  Nadia’s breathing deepened, and she began panting after he found the right places with his fingers and tongue.

Robert smiled at her directness.  Why was it that his fuck buddy was okay with telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, but all the women he’d even remotely wanted to date long term couldn’t be as straight forward?  He liked it when women knew what they wanted.  Call a spade and spade and move on, he thought.

Robert curled his finger in the motion he usually used while beckoning someone to “come here,” while he returned to her clit with his mouth.  Nadia rested her legs on his shoulders as her hips rocked back and forth.  Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, the juicy flesh pulsing as she moaned, begging him not to stop.  Robert was frustrated that he couldn’t put his cock inside where his fingers were, but he didn’t want to break her concentration, so he brought her to climax manually and orally instead.

“Your turn,” Nadia said after she was sated.

“No, that’s alright.  I’m kinda not so much in the mood anymore,” he said.  “You’re right; I jerked off earlier before you called me.”  The lie stuck to the roof of his mouth like cotton candy as he spoke.  He turned away from Nadia.  As Robert lost sight of her in his peripheral vision, and he picked the socks off the floor, his cock hardened as soon as the falsehood left his mouth.  “What the fuck?” he said aloud.

“Huh?” Nadia said.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”  The second lie caused his erection to grow harder, longer.  Damn, he wanted Nadia.  “I changed my mind,” he said.  Unsure if the fear of losing the opportunity was what changed his body’s response, Robert didn’t waste the opportunity.  Nadia was always a good lay, and she didn’t disappoint him when he asked to be pleasured.

“How are you doing?” George Peter asked.  Everyone called him G.P.

“Not too bad,” Robert said as he helped G.P. carve an ornate figurine that would eventually be part of a cuckoo clock.  Woodworking was the only thing he truly enjoyed doing with his father.  They’d never really bonded over things like fishing, hunting, or sports, but woodworking was G.P.’s business.  Ever since Robert was a young boy, he recalled how proud his father always seemed after he’d created anything nice out of wood.  Robert reached across the table to grab a carving tool.

“I heard from what you told your mother that one of your clients attacked you the other day.”  G.P. continued working on his own ornate piece as he spoke.  G.P. wasn’t a man of many words.  Whenever he worked on a project with his son, however, the words seemed to flow more freely.

“Attacked isn’t really the right word,” Robert said as he scraped a light line with his knife into the wing of the cuckoo bird.  Pine wasn’t his favorite wood, but his father had insisted this clock be solid pine except for the gears and other metal pieces.

“Then what would you call it?”  G.P. asked.  He stopped carving and manually sanded a rough spot on the side of the unpainted pendulum.  It would eventually hang from the bottom of the clock.

“My client threw some stuff but she wasn’t violent or anything.”  Robert tried not to sound defensive, but he was pretty sure his efforts weren’t working.

G.P.’s sanding took on a more elbow grease as he said, “A boy like you should take a few classes in conflict resolution.  Going to school is good for a businessman such as you.  I’m sure you must deal with potential situations before the clients get out of hand.”

Rather than argue with his father, Robert continued working the pine into the fully formed bird.  G.P. was usually right about most things, but Robert wasn’t a little boy anymore.  He didn’t like being told how to live his life.  He tentatively agreed to look into the cost of attending a conflict resolution course, doubting he’d actually enroll. Why bother?  Customers would show anger when claims were denied.  No class would change the fact he’d never be able to please everyone all the time.  The customer wasn’t always right, regardless of what customers believed.

Robert held the cuckoo up for his father’s approval.  “What do you think, Pop?”

“Looks good, my boy.  Might be the best bird you’ve carved yet.  It’s really unique.”

G.P. said the same thing every time Robert asked about one of his carvings.  Every one was Robert’s best carving in his father’s eyes.  In G.P.’s overly vocal opinion, Robert’s skills were as good as his own, but Robert knew better.  Carving was only a hobby for him.  For G.P. it was his whole livelihood.  No one would ever be as good a woodworker as G.P.

A few days later Robert munched on a bagel while sitting behind his office desk.  Between bites, he glanced at the clock and continued reading the daily newspaper.  The obit wasn’t anything the average Joe would find eye-catching, but Robert’s eyes were glued on Philip’s photograph as he read about the death.  The obituary didn’t say Philip committed suicide, but there were rumors swirling about town he strangled himself with a rope while away on business.  Within hours, Lilly would walk through the door to the agency’s office and begin the process of reporting Philip’s death, starting the insurance claim.  Robert’s battery powered clock ticked on the wall almost as loudly as his heartbeat felt as it drummed in his ears while anticipating her arrival.  He finished the bagel and wiped the cream cheese from the corners of his mouth before finishing an email to her.  Robert didn’t want a scene in front of the Joneses, so he purposefully scheduled Lilly’s appointment for the last slot of the day.  He had a few good sales leads lined up earlier in the afternoon and late morning.

The Joneses and the Ulbeks led to a few decent commission checks for the month.  Both clients were unusually easy sales, and Robert whistled during the down time between his lunch and the next appointment.  Four o’clock rolled by more quickly than he anticipated while he dealt with the other clients.

After Lilly was twenty minutes late for her appointment, Robert packed up his paperwork from earlier in the day, shoving the sheets into his briefcase.  Everyone else in the office already left for the day, so he was alone.  The thought crossed his mind that he should call Lilly before giving up on her, but judging from the description her next door neighbor, who happened to be Robert’s boss, had given him earlier in the afternoon of her appearance these last few days, he didn’t want to cross paths with Lilly any more than was necessary.  The way he had mentioned her, Charlie seemed to half expect her to foam at the mouth like a rabid dog.  Everyone connected to the insurance company was of the opinion she had killed Philip but staged it to appear like a suicide, including Robert.  She was more than just a fling gone bad.  He feared Philip’s death could ruin his career if she ever were convicted of murder and spewed venom against him in public regarding the circumstances under which the policy was sold.

He rose from the desk, briefcase in hand, when he heard a car-door slam outside.  About a minute later the oak door to the office opened with a violent swing followed by a crisp slam as Lilly stormed into the agency.  Robert was sure the doorknob dented the wall as she flung the door open.  His gut clenched, realizing there was no way to avoid talking to her that day.

“You told me the five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy would pay out if my husband died.”  Lilly’s mouth formed an elongated, rugged oval as she gritted her teeth at the end of the sentence.  Robert wasn’t accustomed to seeing her lips without her tell-tale burgundy lipstick.  Her entire face lacked make-up, and her skin looked pale even though the tone in her voice sounded as angry as a bull during a Spanish bullfight.  Speechless, Robert stood in the doorway of his part of the office while she shoved him aside to stand flush in the center of the room.

“You haven’t filed the claim yet,” Robert said.  “I can’t tell you whether or not the policy will pay.  You’ll have to complete the paperwork and submit it to the home office for review by our claims department.”

“You lied to me.  You didn’t explain the fine print,” she said.  Lilly’s words rang in Robert’s ears as she spat bile into his face.  What he told her when selling the life insurance policy was correct.  The point of purchasing life insurance was for the policy to pay out to the beneficiary upon a person’s passing.  This particular life insurance policy, however, had a suicide clause stating if a person committed suicide in the first two years of the policy, it wouldn’t pay more than three times the premium paid in.  Robert secretly doubted it would pay the five hundred thousand dollars to Lilly because Philip hadn’t even written out the first check for the premium as far as Robert knew.  It hadn’t even gone into force at the time Philip died.  Neither Lilly nor Philip told Robert he was suicidal when he gave the sales pitch and then later sold the policy.

Without sitting or filling out the claim paperwork, Lilly reached into her purse and said, “I curse you for your lies.  May you lose your ability to fuck women over, you lying sack of shit,” Lilly said.  She threw a handful of a powder-like substance into Robert’s face, momentarily blinding him.  “May you only be able to get aroused when you deceive the woman you’re seducing.”  She tossed another handful of the stuff at Robert.  Her aim was poor on the second throw, and it landed on Robert’s torso.  His suit jacket was unbuttoned, and the powder puffed out onto his stomach.  The room smelled a little like powdered sugar mixed with saffron.  The powder was light orange, and it was the consistency of cigarette ash.

With an animalistic half rubbing and half scratching motion, Robert’s hands touched his eyes in rapid movements.  If he could have flushed them out right away with water, he would have stumbled toward the sink in the break room, but the powder disoriented him.  His eyes watered as if she’d thrown acid in them.  Robert didn’t know what the substance was she’d thrown into the air and into his face, but his eyes hurt like hell.  His skin burned as the substance penetrated the fibers of his button-down dress shirt and suit pants.  He dropped the briefcase until the blurriness in his eyes subsided.  Robert’s vision returned slowly, in phases, as his eyes flushed the foreign material away.  What on earth was in his eyes and on the midsection of his body?

He wasn’t sure what had been in her hand until much later.  Through an educated guess after reading articles on the Internet, Robert concluded months later that Lilly’d thrown fairy dust at him.  After the stinging in his eyes subsided, Lilly was already gone.  Robert rubbed his eyes while contemplating what the ramifications of the curse would mean.  Perhaps it was all an idle threat.  After all, he hadn’t meant her any harm when selling the insurance policy, nor did he think their fling would amount to much of anything.  Lilly was the one who said over and over again she didn’t intend to divorce Philip.  Did curses only work if the person on the receiving end actually meant malice upon the person who uttered the curse?

Chapter One (A Cross Post from jenbluekissederotica.blogspot.com)

“I can’t divorce Philip,” Lilly said as she unbuttoned Robert’s pants.  “We have a prenuptial agreement that would screw me out of just about everything I own.”  She unzipped his fly while looking up at his face; her almond shaped eyes glinted when the light hit her green irises.  “But I can thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”  Lilly knelt at his feet, the insurance policy on the floor next to her.  She raised her hand onto the quad muscles of Robert’s leg while looking up at his slicked back, meticulously styled black hair.

“You’re my favorite kind of client.”  He had given up hope of selling her husband, Philip, a life insurance policy once he found out she wanted to use him to cheat on her husband.  Robert wasn’t sure how, but she enticed Philip to sign the application for life insurance anyway.  Lilly had a power over men Robert didn’t understand, and he wasn’t about to risk a sale to find out how she convinced Philip to buy the insurance policy.  He had never slept with a client before, but there was something about Lilly drawing him to her.  Her long, wild curls brushed against the leg of Robert’s dress pants as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.  He watched her in the antique mirror hanging above her bed.  The site of her mouth pressed against his pants was dizzying.

“Philip’s your client, not me.  Don’t fear mixing business and pleasure.”  She released the waist of Robert’s pants.  They puddled around his ankles over his newly polished shoes with graceless elegance, leaving Robert’s firm lower abs exposed.  “But I have to admit that you could sell a man his own right hand for a good price.”  She smiled at him from her subservient position on the floor.  Lilly pressed her nose against the cotton of his boxers, nudging his cock.  Robert’s own tanned body in the mirror pleased him.  Just for kicks, he flexed his bicep for her while watching his reflection.  “You’re so vain,” she said, taunting him into punishing her.

Robert imagined the last time he had been with her, and he knew what she wanted.  He finished undressing while she continued to kneel before him.  Using his necktie as a makeshift rope, he tied her wrists so her hands were behind her back as soon as he undressed her.  Then Robert pulled her long mass of brown curls into a ponytail before clipping the end of her hair to the necktie around her wrists.  The effect was that her head was cocked back so she was forced to look up at him while she knelt.  “You shouldn’t call me vain,” Robert said, pinching her nipple.  Lilly closed her eyes as he rolled the tender flesh between his fingers.
A soft murmur escaped her lips.  “I know what vain looks like.”

Bending down beside her, Robert picked her husband’s life insurance policy off of the floor.  Robert wondered how much time the ink had to dry between Philip’s signature on the page and Lilly’s affair with him.  The paper was white, crisp, and unfolded.  Her husband’s signature read yesterday’s date, but he wasn’t convinced Philip really signed it that long ago.  Robert held the papers in front of her face.  “You naughty woman, fucking around on your husband after convincing him to buy life insurance from me.  You’re wicked.  You know that?”  He licked his finger and then nudged it against her pink, moist slit.  She sighed when Robert avoided her clit.

Lilly’s eyes twinkled when she looked up.  He held the insurance contract under her chin with his other hand.  “You’re gonna suck my dick and then swallow every drop I give you so we don’t get any semen on this paperwork, do you understand?”  Robert couldn’t wait to watch her struggle when she took the entire thing in her mouth.

Lilly blinked twice in rapid succession, obeying the rules.  Once she was bound, Robert didn’t permit her to speak.  She opened her mouth in a large O.  He followed the line of her gaze to see what she would see if he denied her his cock.  The antique crystal chandelier above her must have cost a small fortune.  In additional to the gold trim and silver details, the chandelier held ten white candles.  It caught the light in what appeared to be a thousand tiny reflections of their naked bodies.  “Keep your eyes open and look at the chandelier,” he said.  “You know how much I enjoy watching your eyes water as you submit to me in your throat.”

He hesitated to give Lilly his cock.  Instead, he took the signature page of the insurance contract and dropped it onto the floor before scooting it between her knees.  “Your job is to get wet for me, but not so wet that you drip onto Philip’s signature.”  Then he began to finger her clit.  She let out a short sigh followed by a longer one as he teased her little, fleshy nub.  As he touched her, Robert noticed how Lilly had to arch her back as a result of how he bound her hair to her hands with the necktie.  The ponytail clipped to her wrists was the perfect pose to tickle her, but he refrained.  Instead, Robert knelt and then bent over, licking along her slit.  She was already wet from the danger of having to explain the mussed up insurance paperwork.  They were using Philip’s copy.  The company’s duplicate was neatly tucked away in Robert’s leather briefcase.  He liked a little fun, but he wasn’t stupid enough to use the one the home office required.

“Good.  I have to help you by lapping up your juices before we begin.”  Robert licked along her parted pussy lips but avoided contact between his tongue and her clit.  After Lilly’s breathing became heavier, he returned to standing above her.  Holding the first page of the insurance policy under her chin again, Robert worked his cock between her thin, O shaped lips.  Lilly talked incessantly when they weren’t role playing, so he groaned with satisfaction as he pushed his cock past her teeth, past her tongue, and then into her throat.  She didn’t disappoint.  Robert held his cock there until he felt the sensation of her humming on his skin.  The violent, little jerks around his cock as she gagged delighted him.

Robert eased back, allowing Lilly to breathe while he pinched her firm, brown nipple with his free hand.  Her breaths sounded in loud rasps through her nose before he slipped down her throat again.   She only gagged once this time, as her body became accustomed to the intrusion of his solid flesh.  The hair at the base of his cock brushed against Lilly’s nose as he held himself as deeply within her mouth as he could.  Robert wanted his balls inside her mouth too, but she wasn’t capable yet of mastering that skill.  He stopped pinching her nipple to touch her cheek.  The buzzing began around his cock as Robert listened to her muffled request for air.  He held his cock in her throat anyway.

Robert was close to coming.  Not wanting her to immediately inhale what he was about to give her, he said, “I need to stay here a little longer.”

Lilly lightly pressed her teeth against his penis.  She needed air.  Her teeth pressed against the base of his cock a little harder as he groaned.  She would bite him if he made her resort to it.

He retreated into the middle of her mouth.  While listening to the frantic inhaling through her nose, he said, “Be ready for it.”  His cock went down her throat again but not all the way.  He purposely thrust at the area he knew would trigger Lilly to gag.  As her eyes sent tears down her face from the successive gagging, Robert withdrew his cock so that it was barely inside her mouth.  He loved watching her taste his semen.  The sensation of release was priceless.  He wished he could draw the orgasm out so it lasted longer, but his body responded in its own time.

She swallowed every drop.

“Good woman,” Robert said before removing his dick.  He faced her and knelt, kissing down Lilly’s neck to her chest.  Repressing the urge to make a face, he tasted the perfume she must have applied right before the visit.  It tasted like orange peels and caster oil.  He sucked liberally on her nipple while caressing Lilly’s pussy with his fingertips.  She wasn’t on birth control, so he had to be careful what course of action he chose next.  Robert wanted his cock to feel the tightness of her pussy, but he doubted she wanted him to enter her with the pregnancy risk, so he didn’t consider recovering from the oral sex for some real sex.  He wasn’t against using a condom, and the moans escaping her lips while Robert caressed her deeply told him to just continue what he was doing.  “Remember not to drip,” he said, knowing she had no more control over her slickness than he did over his erections.  Robert reached for the insurance paperwork, scooting it away from the direct path of her pussy.  Since Lilly was forced to stare at the ceiling, he deceived her without really ruining her fantasy.

He couldn’t help but think Lilly must really hate her husband.  That thought kept creeping through Robert’s mind as he brought her to climax.  One thing Robert knew for sure was he didn’t ever want to make an enemy of her.  No way, no how.  Anybody who fantasized about dripping on her husband’s life insurance policy had to be wicked.  As her moan progressed into outright begging for him not to stop the caress, Robert wondered if she intended to murder Philip for the insurance money.  If that was her intent, he didn’t want to know about it until after it happened.
Oddly, Robert felt used, like a puppet in some sinister plan.  Plus, he didn’t want any accusations of collaborating with Lilly to commit insurance fraud.  The little voice in his head had been screaming to him ever since he met Lilly not to have anything to do with her, but he chose not to listen to his conscience.  A good insurance lead was a good insurance lead.  Robert knew he had no way of knowing if she’d forced Philip to buy the policy.  He didn’t really know what Lilly and Philip’s relationship was like except that Lilly was having an affair at the moment with him.

cross-posted from The Enigmatic Angel

this is truth

a hand
5 digits spread wide
crashes down on the flesh
with a heavy unforgiving rhythm

one more
one more
one more

can you take one more?

yes you will take one more
yes you will
yes.

***Angel

Penny stood in the center of her room wearing her full school uniform, shifting uncomfortably. Her panties were absolutely soaked. She had tried to sneak back to her room alone to change them before anyone noticed, but her Daddy was vigilant when it came to the state of her panties, and had noticed quite easily. Now he was standing with his back to her, laying different implements out on the bed: a hair brush, a short leather strap, and a drilled, wooden paddle. He placed them in a neat row to one side, then sat down to the left of them and laid a thick, white towel across his lap.

“Come here.”

Penny shuffled over to the bed, her hands behind her and her shoulders drawn up. But she couldn’t stay outside of his reach forever and the moment she was close enough, her Daddy’s strong hand thrust out and took hold of her forearm. He drew her over his knee despite her whining, struggling protest and pulled up her skirt, blotched with moisture, to expose her squishy, wet panties.

Holding her down with one hand, his other explored the dampness of her panties, massaging the wet cotton into her crotch as he reviewed the exact levels of wetness between her legs. Penny felt her cheeks burn with shame. She was throughly wet with pee and her Daddy’s stern curiosity was causing a new, creamier wetness to seep from between her legs, warming the cold fabric. She gave a little moan and he stopped.

Without commenting, he took hold of the hairbrush and began to swat her bottom with fast, even strokes. Penny moaned again, this time in pain, and squirmed in her Daddy’s lap. All her bucking only managed to lift her towards the brush and her bottom reddened quickly. She knew it was no use struggling, but she couldn’t help it. The brush just stung so much!

As she moved on her Daddy’s lap, she noticed something rising from between his legs to jab her in the belly, something hot and rigid that seemed to swell under his pants. She tried to avoid it, but her Daddy seemed to enjoy pressing it against her, first into her soft stomach, then into the vee between her legs. As he spanked her harder, he also thrust the object harder against her. Penny found that if she clenched her legs just right it would rub her in a way that felt nice and made the spanking easier to take. By this point the towel had fallen away and the front of her Daddy’s pants were soaked, especially where he was pushing against her.

Then, with a final, strong swat, the hairbrush spanking and thrusting were over. But Penny’s Daddy didn’t stand her up and tell her to go change her panties. Instead he began caressing them again, seeming to enjoy their dampness and even the smell of wet that was rubbed all over his hand and into his lap. He stroked her for a while before he spoke.

“I think you need to wear a diaper, little girl.”

Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Ang – the Sweltering Celt. She provides a topic each week. The idea is to give a snapshot of a story, but still leave some to the imagination.

This week’s topic is “sports.”

She hated to play ping pong with him. Mostly due to the fact that she always lost. She hated to lose, and it showed.  He called it poor sportsmanship, but she always got upset when she lost, so she tried to avoid playing.

He wanted her to share his love of ping pong, but she never wanted to play.  She never even tried to like it, and that upset him, but today, when she said that ping pong wasn’t even a sport so her tantrum couldn’t be bad sportsmanship, it was the last straw.

Now, she was over his knee with her pants down to her ankles, and her ass was quickly turning red as he spanked her with his favorite ping pong paddle …

Dragon Mage