Game, Set and Match

Game, Set and Match Game, Set and Match

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Kate's dad finally loses patience with her wild ways, sends her to his brother in NZ, thinking a 'quieter locale' me and more parental discipline may do the trick...yeah right

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Kate's dad finally loses patience with her wild ways, sends her to his brother in NZ, thinking a 'quieter locale' me and more parental discipline may do the trick...yeah right

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 Game Set and Match. I

 

 

Usual disclaimers, blah, blah, blah. Not all of the following may have happened.

 

Not long ago, I spent some time in Auckland, New Zealand. I was 9 months into a 2 year contract when I got an email from my Brother Jake, back in the U.K.

His Daughter, Kate, aged 21, had just finished University and was taking time out before looking for a job. Up to now, this time out had turned into an increasingly toxic life style, the whole sex and drugs and rock n roll thing. The music he could live with...just.

He could, up to a point, understand when she moaned about being in school since the age of five, but in the long run he had visions of a possible Amy Winehouse ending.

So could he send her halfway around the world to 'quiet' New Zealand to spend some time away from her toxic life style.

Also, knowing mine and my wife Selena's firm views on family discipline, responsibility and consequences. Maybe she would benefit from our consistently firm line, which, due to excessive guilt over her nearly drowning when she was 3, He and His Wife had failed to instil in her during those all important formative years. Could we help? Just treat her like you did your own 2 kids, he said, firm but fair.

One afternoon while Kate lazing around looking like shit and still wearing her night clothes, her Dad lost it completely, she could see this time he really meant it and was rather surprised by her own meekness at his new found authority, when he had grabbed her by the arm after her latest

"I'm 21, I'll do what the fuck I want." outburst.

She was told in no uncertain terms, to the accompaniment of hard swats to the backside, of her move to New Zealand.

“You WILL,” - swat.

“Damn well,” - swat.

“Go,” - swat.

“To stay,” - swat.

“With Uncle Dave,” - swat.

“In New Zealand,” - swat.

“Like it or not madam,” - swat.

“Now go and pack, you’re going as soon as I can get you on a flight,” - harder swat, “I’m going to cancel all your cards as well, you want to party none stop, pay for it yourself.”

She fled to her room in tears -  not all of the crocodile variety either, those smacks really hurt, especially the last one -  with the intention to getting rid of the tingling feeling in her pussy that seemed to have migrated from her no doubt reddened and definitely stinging backside to her by now, seriously wet pussy. But also to allow her to think about what was going to happen, because she saw that it was going to happen, so how could she use it to benefit herself.

Thinking, this new found parental attitude wasn't all bad, if these sort of feelings were the up-side. She rubbed her sore, but not all in a bad way, arse with one hand while the other worked on the front pressing her face into her pillow to muffle the moans which were getting louder as her fingers worked their familiar magic turning the spanking induced tingling into an intense gusher of an orgasm.

Lying in the glow of pussy after-shocks she realised that maybe it would be better to get away for a time, especially as the friend who supplied her with drugs, (not actually a dealer, was how he thought of it. Just doing favours for friends…and it wasn’t illegal to make a profit was it.)  was pressing her for payment of the drugs he had advanced on the strength of Daddy's monthly allowance. It had to happen sometime, she thought and was surprised it had taken Daddy so long to put his foot down. She had played on the barely remembered drowning incident. Using it to call their bluff over the years and get away with all sorts of antics.

She went into her bathroom thinking about what to pack, pulling the tear and pussy stained night dress over her head as she went, not caring that it went nowhere near the basket, she stepped into the shower and turned it on.

"Shit." She muttered, "That stings" as the usually normally just right water was too hot for her still glowing arse.

She quickly, but not too quickly, soaped, washed and rinsed, paying special attention to her pussy and it's still swollen lips, her tits and still slightly tender nipples, which had a tendency to pucker and harden to twin pleasure buttons given the slightest stimulation, even under warm water.

Her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her pussy and clit, she could get herself wet if her nipples hardened in a cool breeze.

For as long as she could remember she had always been aware of the attraction to and the feelings generated by her pussy. Many times during her early years had been told off for day dreaming, oblivious to all around her, while her hand rubbed and fondled her little girl slit.

From an early age she had noticed her Mothers nipples were sometimes plainly visible, even under heavy clothing. When having 'that talk' with mother she had asked about it. Heidi, her mother said,

“That's from the German side of the Family, it's the curse of all the Drexler Women, that and too much dark hair on the pussy and under the arms.”

Her Grandfather was a P.O.W. who stayed on after the War. A good decision, given he would've been sent back to ruins of what was to become Communist East Germany.

Kate however, loved her sensitive nipples and hairy bush, keeping it clear and clean around her protruding inner labia and sensitive 'bronze starfish', only allowing a thick but well maintained Vee shaped bush above, enough that her pierced clit hood and ring were more or less hidden when unaroused, but would peep out about 1/2inch when aroused.

Regular pussy maintenance, which was fun...any excuse to play down there was a good one, ensured no problems with the skimpiest thong.

She knew despite the trend for Brazilian waxes, boys loved a bit of hair, it was sexy, a bit dirty and animalistic.

She drew the line at hairy under arms though...no way was she going round looking like a middle aged German Hausfrau.

After a tearful farewell, more on her Mother’s part than hers, though she did have to dab her eyes just a little, she went through the point of no return at the departure gate. Put up with all the checks and headed for the Duty Free section. Not thinking for a minute that her Father would actually go with his other threat of cutting off her allowance. It came as a big shock when her card was declined – insufficient funds.

The Bastard, she thought as her face reddened with shame. She went to the nearest ATM and checked her balance, just over 120 Pound. Her Language drew disapproving glances from nearby travellers. 

When Kate arrived I had to put her right on two or three minor matters of house rules and table manners, like the old standby of;  'There is no such thing as a free lunch' and 'If it's on your floor and not in your laundry basket it doesn't get washed'.

To make it stick I maybe used a bit more firmness and a louder voice than those small matters warranted. But winning these little battles early on would set the tone of. Actually, no, you can't do what you want, you do what I say.

After Dinner, we talked for a bit about her flight, family news and such, I said,

“You know the free lunch thing I mentioned."

"Yes." she said, guardedly.

 "You’ll have to get a job as I'm not going to fund you like Jake did".

 I had cleared this with Jake beforehand and he was in agreement, but made me promise if the expense did get out of hand I was to tell him.

 "Think about THAT while you go to bed young lady" I said very firmly.

 She just looked at me, not knowing what to do or say.

 "NOW!" I barked, picking up the paper. She still hesitated, I dropped the paper down a bit, looked over it and gave her my best,

‘Do NOT give me any shit ' look... to be honest, I was relieved when she went because I had no idea what to do next if she didn't go.

But off she went to her end of the house, I grinned at Selena from behind the paper.

"Ooooh, mister tough guy, picking on a little girl, don't try that on with me," said Selena as she got up to make us a large one each.

"She's not so little" I called over to her, "You don't get many of those to the pound".

"I noticed you'd noticed," she said, hefting her tits with both hands, "Are they better than mine?"

"Bring my drink wench, get over here for titty inspection and I'll see, right now... Jump to it!" I barked in my firm voice.

She just looked at me sideways and poured some more into the already strong drinks, then sauntered over in a deliberately slow and insolent hip swinging manner, bending over the low coffee table to set the glasses down.

I couldn't resist, I gave her luscious arse a hefty slap, her eyes widened, and then half closed.

"Stick to reading your paper Macho man.”  She said.

I gave her another even harder slap.

She placed coasters under the drinks while saying,

"Let little miss sex bomb get settled"

Slap!

"Then we'll see if your Jedi mind powers can bend me to your will, like you did to her."

Slap!

"Like that's going to happen" She retorted, sitting down

"Once I get you over my knee then we'll see who bosses who."

 "Drink your drink not so young Skywalker, then we'll see who does what to who."

So I did, but not too quickly as those few short sharp slaps takes a minute or two to 'soak in' as it were. Just as I finished, she stood up and as she took my hand, her nipples strained to push through her top and she looked a bit flushed, she pulled, I resisted instead, I pulled her back down on to my knee.

"Its bad manners of me not to finish what I start" I said, "Time for that titty inspection".

I nuzzling behind her ear, a sure fire leg opener for her, while undoing the buttons on her blouse, who said men can only do one thing at a time.

I roughly pulled her bra up over her tits, leaving it under her chin and took one nipple in my mouth while massaging the other.

As it should be, the inspection process was thorough and rigorous. Consisting of energetic kissing, single malt flavoured tongue wrestling, oral and manual nipple manipulation that had her squirming her arse on the bulge in my trousers while I thrust upwards as best as I could, soon we both came up for air.

Selene said,

"Well?"

"Well what," I said with a smirked, that earned me a dig in the ribs.

"What are the results of the titty inspection as you call it?"

"Kate's appear to be bigger," I said. Slap!

"Pig," she said, as I rubbed my ear from the not altogether light slap.

I reacted instantly, slapping her across the meat of her breast. I grabbed her hand halfway on its journey to give me another, she strained but I held her wrist in a firm grip and squeezed a little, enough for her to notice the pain.

"If I may be allowed to finish, Kate's 'look' bigger, but I would need to closely inspect hers to be sure."

Selene's palm tried to reach my ear again.

"Bastard."

"But after due and diligent Inspection," I paused. She looked at me warningly.

"Yours are much better." her arm relaxed.

"Correct answer." she said.

"Now," she said, "What about a pussy inspection, it feels all hot and wet down there." she said opening her legs.

My hand went up and pulled her underwear aside, she opened her legs more placing one over the arm of the chair to keep it from falling back.

"Yes it is", I said, easily sliding in two middle fingers palm up.

"Less talk, more inspection", she purred as I worked the two fingers in and out at an increasing rate, banging her swollen clit every time.

I could feel her hips twitching and the walls of her pussy clenching at my inward stroke, there were little spurts trickling on to my palm.

I pulled out my hand, she grabbed at it and missed, I heaved her more or less on to her feet.

"Stand up and face me, Now!" I ordered, she did. I then stood up close to her looking into the heavy lidded eyes and slightly flushed skin.

"Lose the skirt and pants," she did.

"Arms round my neck," she did.

 "Legs round my waist," up she jumped. Taking most of her weight in my arms I rested her on the bulge in my trousers.

I walked her half way down the hall to our bedroom and leaned one shoulder against the wall to catch my breath...not so young skywalker is right.

"I've still got to get you back for my ear" and slapped her hard on the backside.

"I thought we'd got past all that" she said, I gave her two more in quick succession.

"No", adding another

"Pig!"

Harder slap!

"Arsehole.” 2 more, quick and hard.

"Got any more naughty girl's words?"

"Cunt."

Another

"I've plenty of slaps left, how many words you got?"

"Plenty" she said, but paused... "Maybe they'll keep...for now"

"Good", another hard slap, she went to say something but stopped, I waited...

Silence...

"Correct answer." I said.

As I continued carrying her to our room, she nestled her head into my neck.

"Pig", she murmured sleepily into my neck.

"Oink" I said.

We fell on to the bed in a jumble and began pawing at each other’s clothes, eventually we got the desired result.

"My turn" said Selena, "Dick inspection", as she knelt above me, jacking my foreskin slowly up and down over the knob end, licking the pre-cum off, she took the business end of my 8 inches as far in her mouth as she could, she had never mastered the deep throat all the way down thing, in truth not many do, but half in and out was doing me no harm at all.

I pulled her reddening arse round to the classic 69 position, for while we lost ourselves in the moment.

I stopped slurping and licking,

"How's the Inspection going?" I asked.

"Looks as good as it's going to get" she said.

My still slightly stinging ear reminded me that real punishment was still overdue, without warning I heaved her off and stood up while she floundered about on the bed. Grabbing her by the wrists, I pulled her to her feet, sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled her, squealing, laughing and legs kicking, over my knee, holding her wrists behind her back.

"Payback time for my sore ear, I'm going to spank you!  Not until you beg me to stop, but until you beg me to fuck you."

"Never," she said still laughing and struggling, but not too hard

"We'll see," I said.

Slap, slap, left cheek, right cheek.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause and gentler rubbing

Repeat, a bit harder

Pause and rub.

Repeat

Pause and rub.

Selene's arms had relaxed, I let them go, one went underneath to her clit and pussy, one to rub her tits.

Four more and rub.

Four more and rub, her hand underneath was going fit to bust, I love the smell of pussy in the evening.

Four more...

"Stop, stop."

Slap, slap.

"Stop, stop, enough."

Slap, slap.

"I mean fuck me, fuck me now!"

I stood Selena up, she lay on her back and immediately drew her knees up as far as wide as they could go.

"Now! Fuck me now."

I shove my throbbing prick in up to the hilt in 2 strokes, Selena's legs and arms wrapped hard around me.

As I pounded her, she grunted and moaned in time to the thrusts.

I felt her pussy start to rhythmically contract as she neared her orgasm, her juices flowed stronger and her hips began to buck as she went over the edge, letting out with long moans to match the length of her contractions.

I could wait no longer, grunting as I pounded into her depths I came in half a dozen massive squirts

“Uuh! Uuh!” 3, 4, 5, 6 times and collapsed on top of her.

When we got our breath back, she said drowsily,

"I must slap your ear again"

"Maybe you should, but not tonight Josephine, the force is not so strong in Old Skywalker just now."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Game Set and Match. I

 

 

Usual disclaimers, blah, blah, blah. Not all of the following may have happened.

 

Not long ago, I spent some time in Auckland, New Zealand. I was 9 months into a 2 year contract when I got an email from my Brother Jake, back in the U.K.

His Daughter, Kate, aged 21, had just finished University and was taking time out before looking for a job. Up to now, this time out had turned into an increasingly toxic life style, the whole sex and drugs and rock n roll thing. The music he could live with...just.

He could, up to a point, understand when she moaned about being in school since the age of five, but in the long run he had visions of a possible Amy Winehouse ending.

So could he send her halfway around the world to 'quiet' New Zealand to spend some time away from her toxic life style.

Also, knowing mine and my wife Selena's firm views on family discipline, responsibility and consequences. Maybe she would benefit from our consistently firm line, which, due to excessive guilt over her nearly drowning when she was 3, He and His Wife had failed to instil in her during those all important formative years. Could we help? Just treat her like you did your own 2 kids, he said, firm but fair.

One afternoon while Kate lazing around looking like shit and still wearing her night clothes, her Dad lost it completely, she could see this time he really meant it and was rather surprised by her own meekness at his new found authority, when he had grabbed her by the arm after her latest

"I'm 21, I'll do what the fuck I want." outburst.

She was told in no uncertain terms, to the accompaniment of hard swats to the backside, of her move to New Zealand.

“You WILL,” - swat.

“Damn well,” - swat.

“Go,” - swat.

“To stay,” - swat.

“With Uncle Dave,” - swat.

“In New Zealand,” - swat.

“Like it or not madam,” - swat.

“Now go and pack, you’re going as soon as I can get you on a flight,” - harder swat, “I’m going to cancel all your cards as well, you want to party none stop, pay for it yourself.”

She fled to her room in tears -  not all of the crocodile variety either, those smacks really hurt, especially the last one -  with the intention to getting rid of the tingling feeling in her pussy that seemed to have migrated from her no doubt reddened and definitely stinging backside to her by now, seriously wet pussy. But also to allow her to think about what was going to happen, because she saw that it was going to happen, so how could she use it to benefit herself.

Thinking, this new found parental attitude wasn't all bad, if these sort of feelings were the up-side. She rubbed her sore, but not all in a bad way, arse with one hand while the other worked on the front pressing her face into her pillow to muffle the moans which were getting louder as her fingers worked their familiar magic turning the spanking induced tingling into an intense gusher of an orgasm.

Lying in the glow of pussy after-shocks she realised that maybe it would be better to get away for a time, especially as the friend who supplied her with drugs, (not actually a dealer, was how he thought of it. Just doing favours for friends…and it wasn’t illegal to make a profit was it.)  was pressing her for payment of the drugs he had advanced on the strength of Daddy's monthly allowance. It had to happen sometime, she thought and was surprised it had taken Daddy so long to put his foot down. She had played on the barely remembered drowning incident. Using it to call their bluff over the years and get away with all sorts of antics.

She went into her bathroom thinking about what to pack, pulling the tear and pussy stained night dress over her head as she went, not caring that it went nowhere near the basket, she stepped into the shower and turned it on.

"Shit." She muttered, "That stings" as the usually normally just right water was too hot for her still glowing arse.

She quickly, but not too quickly, soaped, washed and rinsed, paying special attention to her pussy and it's still swollen lips, her tits and still slightly tender nipples, which had a tendency to pucker and harden to twin pleasure buttons given the slightest stimulation, even under warm water.

Her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her pussy and clit, she could get herself wet if her nipples hardened in a cool breeze.

For as long as she could remember she had always been aware of the attraction to and the feelings generated by her pussy. Many times during her early years had been told off for day dreaming, oblivious to all around her, while her hand rubbed and fondled her little girl slit.

From an early age she had noticed her Mothers nipples were sometimes plainly visible, even under heavy clothing. When having 'that talk' with mother she had asked about it. Heidi, her mother said,

“That's from the German side of the Family, it's the curse of all the Drexler Women, that and too much dark hair on the pussy and under the arms.”

Her Grandfather was a P.O.W. who stayed on after the War. A good decision, given he would've been sent back to ruins of what was to become Communist East Germany.

Kate however, loved her sensitive nipples and hairy bush, keeping it clear and clean around her protruding inner labia and sensitive 'bronze starfish', only allowing a thick but well maintained Vee shaped bush above, enough that her pierced clit hood and ring were more or less hidden when unaroused, but would peep out about 1/2inch when aroused.

Regular pussy maintenance, which was fun...any excuse to play down there was a good one, ensured no problems with the skimpiest thong.

She knew despite the trend for Brazilian waxes, boys loved a bit of hair, it was sexy, a bit dirty and animalistic.

She drew the line at hairy under arms though...no way was she going round looking like a middle aged German Hausfrau.

After a tearful farewell, more on her Mother’s part than hers, though she did have to dab her eyes just a little, she went through the point of no return at the departure gate. Put up with all the checks and headed for the Duty Free section. Not thinking for a minute that her Father would actually go with his other threat of cutting off her allowance. It came as a big shock when her card was declined – insufficient funds.

The Bastard, she thought as her face reddened with shame. She went to the nearest ATM and checked her balance, just over 120 Pound. Her Language drew disapproving glances from nearby travellers. 

When Kate arrived I had to put her right on two or three minor matters of house rules and table manners, like the old standby of;  'There is no such thing as a free lunch' and 'If it's on your floor and not in your laundry basket it doesn't get washed'.

To make it stick I maybe used a bit more firmness and a louder voice than those small matters warranted. But winning these little battles early on would set the tone of. Actually, no, you can't do what you want, you do what I say.

After Dinner, we talked for a bit about her flight, family news and such, I said,

“You know the free lunch thing I mentioned."

"Yes." she said, guardedly.

 "You’ll have to get a job as I'm not going to fund you like Jake did".

 I had cleared this with Jake beforehand and he was in agreement, but made me promise if the expense did get out of hand I was to tell him.

 "Think about THAT while you go to bed young lady" I said very firmly.

 She just looked at me, not knowing what to do or say.

 "NOW!" I barked, picking up the paper. She still hesitated, I dropped the paper down a bit, looked over it and gave her my best,

‘Do NOT give me any shit ' look... to be honest, I was relieved when she went because I had no idea what to do next if she didn't go.

But off she went to her end of the house, I grinned at Selena from behind the paper.

"Ooooh, mister tough guy, picking on a little girl, don't try that on with me," said Selena as she got up to make us a large one each.

"She's not so little" I called over to her, "You don't get many of those to the pound".

"I noticed you'd noticed," she said, hefting her tits with both hands, "Are they better than mine?"

"Bring my drink wench, get over here for titty inspection and I'll see, right now... Jump to it!" I barked in my firm voice.

She just looked at me sideways and poured some more into the already strong drinks, then sauntered over in a deliberately slow and insolent hip swinging manner, bending over the low coffee table to set the glasses down.

I couldn't resist, I gave her luscious arse a hefty slap, her eyes widened, and then half closed.

"Stick to reading your paper Macho man.”  She said.

I gave her another even harder slap.

She placed coasters under the drinks while saying,

"Let little miss sex bomb get settled"

Slap!

"Then we'll see if your Jedi mind powers can bend me to your will, like you did to her."

Slap!

"Like that's going to happen" She retorted, sitting down

"Once I get you over my knee then we'll see who bosses who."

 "Drink your drink not so young Skywalker, then we'll see who does what to who."

So I did, but not too quickly as those few short sharp slaps takes a minute or two to 'soak in' as it were. Just as I finished, she stood up and as she took my hand, her nipples strained to push through her top and she looked a bit flushed, she pulled, I resisted instead, I pulled her back down on to my knee.

"Its bad manners of me not to finish what I start" I said, "Time for that titty inspection".

I nuzzling behind her ear, a sure fire leg opener for her, while undoing the buttons on her blouse, who said men can only do one thing at a time.

I roughly pulled her bra up over her tits, leaving it under her chin and took one nipple in my mouth while massaging the other.

As it should be, the inspection process was thorough and rigorous. Consisting of energetic kissing, single malt flavoured tongue wrestling, oral and manual nipple manipulation that had her squirming her arse on the bulge in my trousers while I thrust upwards as best as I could, soon we both came up for air.

Selene said,

"Well?"

"Well what," I said with a smirked, that earned me a dig in the ribs.

"What are the results of the titty inspection as you call it?"

"Kate's appear to be bigger," I said. Slap!

"Pig," she said, as I rubbed my ear from the not altogether light slap.

I reacted instantly, slapping her across the meat of her breast. I grabbed her hand halfway on its journey to give me another, she strained but I held her wrist in a firm grip and squeezed a little, enough for her to notice the pain.

"If I may be allowed to finish, Kate's 'look' bigger, but I would need to closely inspect hers to be sure."

Selene's palm tried to reach my ear again.

"Bastard."

"But after due and diligent Inspection," I paused. She looked at me warningly.

"Yours are much better." her arm relaxed.

"Correct answer." she said.

"Now," she said, "What about a pussy inspection, it feels all hot and wet down there." she said opening her legs.

My hand went up and pulled her underwear aside, she opened her legs more placing one over the arm of the chair to keep it from falling back.

"Yes it is", I said, easily sliding in two middle fingers palm up.

"Less talk, more inspection", she purred as I worked the two fingers in and out at an increasing rate, banging her swollen clit every time.

I could feel her hips twitching and the walls of her pussy clenching at my inward stroke, there were little spurts trickling on to my palm.

I pulled out my hand, she grabbed at it and missed, I heaved her more or less on to her feet.

"Stand up and face me, Now!" I ordered, she did. I then stood up close to her looking into the heavy lidded eyes and slightly flushed skin.

"Lose the skirt and pants," she did.

"Arms round my neck," she did.

 "Legs round my waist," up she jumped. Taking most of her weight in my arms I rested her on the bulge in my trousers.

I walked her half way down the hall to our bedroom and leaned one shoulder against the wall to catch my breath...not so young skywalker is right.

"I've still got to get you back for my ear" and slapped her hard on the backside.

"I thought we'd got past all that" she said, I gave her two more in quick succession.

"No", adding another

"Pig!"

Harder slap!

"Arsehole.” 2 more, quick and hard.

"Got any more naughty girl's words?"

"Cunt."

Another

"I've plenty of slaps left, how many words you got?"

"Plenty" she said, but paused... "Maybe they'll keep...for now"

"Good", another hard slap, she went to say something but stopped, I waited...

Silence...

"Correct answer." I said.

As I continued carrying her to our room, she nestled her head into my neck.

"Pig", she murmured sleepily into my neck.

"Oink" I said.

We fell on to the bed in a jumble and began pawing at each other’s clothes, eventually we got the desired result.

"My turn" said Selena, "Dick inspection", as she knelt above me, jacking my foreskin slowly up and down over the knob end, licking the pre-cum off, she took the business end of my 8 inches as far in her mouth as she could, she had never mastered the deep throat all the way down thing, in truth not many do, but half in and out was doing me no harm at all.

I pulled her reddening arse round to the classic 69 position, for while we lost ourselves in the moment.

I stopped slurping and licking,

"How's the Inspection going?" I asked.

"Looks as good as it's going to get" she said.

My still slightly stinging ear reminded me that real punishment was still overdue, without warning I heaved her off and stood up while she floundered about on the bed. Grabbing her by the wrists, I pulled her to her feet, sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled her, squealing, laughing and legs kicking, over my knee, holding her wrists behind her back.

"Payback time for my sore ear, I'm going to spank you!  Not until you beg me to stop, but until you beg me to fuck you."

"Never," she said still laughing and struggling, but not too hard

"We'll see," I said.

Slap, slap, left cheek, right cheek.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause and gentler rubbing

Repeat, a bit harder

Pause and rub.

Repeat

Pause and rub.

Selene's arms had relaxed, I let them go, one went underneath to her clit and pussy, one to rub her tits.

Four more and rub.

Four more and rub, her hand underneath was going fit to bust, I love the smell of pussy in the evening.

Four more...

"Stop, stop."

Slap, slap.

"Stop, stop, enough."

Slap, slap.

"I mean fuck me, fuck me now!"

I stood Selena up, she lay on her back and immediately drew her knees up as far as wide as they could go.

"Now! Fuck me now."

I shove my throbbing prick in up to the hilt in 2 strokes, Selena's legs and arms wrapped hard around me.

As I pounded her, she grunted and moaned in time to the thrusts.

I felt her pussy start to rhythmically contract as she neared her orgasm, her juices flowed stronger and her hips began to buck as she went over the edge, letting out with long moans to match the length of her contractions.

I could wait no longer, grunting as I pounded into her depths I came in half a dozen massive squirts

“Uuh! Uuh!” 3, 4, 5, 6 times and collapsed on top of her.

When we got our breath back, she said drowsily,

"I must slap your ear again"

"Maybe you should, but not tonight Josephine, the force is not so strong in Old Skywalker just now."

 Game Set and Match. I

 

 

Usual disclaimers, blah, blah, blah. Not all of the following may have happened.

 

Not long ago, I spent some time in Auckland, New Zealand. I was 9 months into a 2 year contract when I got an email from my Brother Jake, back in the U.K.

His Daughter, Kate, aged 21, had just finished University and was taking time out before looking for a job. Up to now, this time out had turned into an increasingly toxic life style, the whole sex and drugs and rock n roll thing. The music he could live with...just.

He could, up to a point, understand when she moaned about being in school since the age of five, but in the long run he had visions of a possible Amy Winehouse ending.

So could he send her halfway around the world to 'quiet' New Zealand to spend some time away from her toxic life style.

Also, knowing mine and my wife Selena's firm views on family discipline, responsibility and consequences. Maybe she would benefit from our consistently firm line, which, due to excessive guilt over her nearly drowning when she was 3, He and His Wife had failed to instil in her during those all important formative years. Could we help? Just treat her like you did your own 2 kids, he said, firm but fair.

One afternoon while Kate lazing around looking like shit and still wearing her night clothes, her Dad lost it completely, she could see this time he really meant it and was rather surprised by her own meekness at his new found authority, when he had grabbed her by the arm after her latest

"I'm 21, I'll do what the fuck I want." outburst.

She was told in no uncertain terms, to the accompaniment of hard swats to the backside, of her move to New Zealand.

“You WILL,” - swat.

“Damn well,” - swat.

“Go,” - swat.

“To stay,” - swat.

“With Uncle Dave,” - swat.

“In New Zealand,” - swat.

“Like it or not madam,” - swat.

“Now go and pack, you’re going as soon as I can get you on a flight,” - harder swat, “I’m going to cancel all your cards as well, you want to party none stop, pay for it yourself.”

She fled to her room in tears -  not all of the crocodile variety either, those smacks really hurt, especially the last one -  with the intention to getting rid of the tingling feeling in her pussy that seemed to have migrated from her no doubt reddened and definitely stinging backside to her by now, seriously wet pussy. But also to allow her to think about what was going to happen, because she saw that it was going to happen, so how could she use it to benefit herself.

Thinking, this new found parental attitude wasn't all bad, if these sort of feelings were the up-side. She rubbed her sore, but not all in a bad way, arse with one hand while the other worked on the front pressing her face into her pillow to muffle the moans which were getting louder as her fingers worked their familiar magic turning the spanking induced tingling into an intense gusher of an orgasm.

Lying in the glow of pussy after-shocks she realised that maybe it would be better to get away for a time, especially as the friend who supplied her with drugs, (not actually a dealer, was how he thought of it. Just doing favours for friends…and it wasn’t illegal to make a profit was it.)  was pressing her for payment of the drugs he had advanced on the strength of Daddy's monthly allowance. It had to happen sometime, she thought and was surprised it had taken Daddy so long to put his foot down. She had played on the barely remembered drowning incident. Using it to call their bluff over the years and get away with all sorts of antics.

She went into her bathroom thinking about what to pack, pulling the tear and pussy stained night dress over her head as she went, not caring that it went nowhere near the basket, she stepped into the shower and turned it on.

"Shit." She muttered, "That stings" as the usually normally just right water was too hot for her still glowing arse.

She quickly, but not too quickly, soaped, washed and rinsed, paying special attention to her pussy and it's still swollen lips, her tits and still slightly tender nipples, which had a tendency to pucker and harden to twin pleasure buttons given the slightest stimulation, even under warm water.

Her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her pussy and clit, she could get herself wet if her nipples hardened in a cool breeze.

For as long as she could remember she had always been aware of the attraction to and the feelings generated by her pussy. Many times during her early years had been told off for day dreaming, oblivious to all around her, while her hand rubbed and fondled her little girl slit.

From an early age she had noticed her Mothers nipples were sometimes plainly visible, even under heavy clothing. When having 'that talk' with mother she had asked about it. Heidi, her mother said,

“That's from the German side of the Family, it's the curse of all the Drexler Women, that and too much dark hair on the pussy and under the arms.”

Her Grandfather was a P.O.W. who stayed on after the War. A good decision, given he would've been sent back to ruins of what was to become Communist East Germany.

Kate however, loved her sensitive nipples and hairy bush, keeping it clear and clean around her protruding inner labia and sensitive 'bronze starfish', only allowing a thick but well maintained Vee shaped bush above, enough that her pierced clit hood and ring were more or less hidden when unaroused, but would peep out about 1/2inch when aroused.

Regular pussy maintenance, which was fun...any excuse to play down there was a good one, ensured no problems with the skimpiest thong.

She knew despite the trend for Brazilian waxes, boys loved a bit of hair, it was sexy, a bit dirty and animalistic.

She drew the line at hairy under arms though...no way was she going round looking like a middle aged German Hausfrau.

After a tearful farewell, more on her Mother’s part than hers, though she did have to dab her eyes just a little, she went through the point of no return at the departure gate. Put up with all the checks and headed for the Duty Free section. Not thinking for a minute that her Father would actually go with his other threat of cutting off her allowance. It came as a big shock when her card was declined – insufficient funds.

The Bastard, she thought as her face reddened with shame. She went to the nearest ATM and checked her balance, just over 120 Pound. Her Language drew disapproving glances from nearby travellers. 

When Kate arrived I had to put her right on two or three minor matters of house rules and table manners, like the old standby of;  'There is no such thing as a free lunch' and 'If it's on your floor and not in your laundry basket it doesn't get washed'.

To make it stick I maybe used a bit more firmness and a louder voice than those small matters warranted. But winning these little battles early on would set the tone of. Actually, no, you can't do what you want, you do what I say.

After Dinner, we talked for a bit about her flight, family news and such, I said,

“You know the free lunch thing I mentioned."

"Yes." she said, guardedly.

 "You’ll have to get a job as I'm not going to fund you like Jake did".

 I had cleared this with Jake beforehand and he was in agreement, but made me promise if the expense did get out of hand I was to tell him.

 "Think about THAT while you go to bed young lady" I said very firmly.

 She just looked at me, not knowing what to do or say.

 "NOW!" I barked, picking up the paper. She still hesitated, I dropped the paper down a bit, looked over it and gave her my best,

‘Do NOT give me any shit ' look... to be honest, I was relieved when she went because I had no idea what to do next if she didn't go.

But off she went to her end of the house, I grinned at Selena from behind the paper.

"Ooooh, mister tough guy, picking on a little girl, don't try that on with me," said Selena as she got up to make us a large one each.

"She's not so little" I called over to her, "You don't get many of those to the pound".

"I noticed you'd noticed," she said, hefting her tits with both hands, "Are they better than mine?"

"Bring my drink wench, get over here for titty inspection and I'll see, right now... Jump to it!" I barked in my firm voice.

She just looked at me sideways and poured some more into the already strong drinks, then sauntered over in a deliberately slow and insolent hip swinging manner, bending over the low coffee table to set the glasses down.

I couldn't resist, I gave her luscious arse a hefty slap, her eyes widened, and then half closed.

"Stick to reading your paper Macho man.”  She said.

I gave her another even harder slap.

She placed coasters under the drinks while saying,

"Let little miss sex bomb get settled"

Slap!

"Then we'll see if your Jedi mind powers can bend me to your will, like you did to her."

Slap!

"Like that's going to happen" She retorted, sitting down

"Once I get you over my knee then we'll see who bosses who."

 "Drink your drink not so young Skywalker, then we'll see who does what to who."

So I did, but not too quickly as those few short sharp slaps takes a minute or two to 'soak in' as it were. Just as I finished, she stood up and as she took my hand, her nipples strained to push through her top and she looked a bit flushed, she pulled, I resisted instead, I pulled her back down on to my knee.

"Its bad manners of me not to finish what I start" I said, "Time for that titty inspection".

I nuzzling behind her ear, a sure fire leg opener for her, while undoing the buttons on her blouse, who said men can only do one thing at a time.

I roughly pulled her bra up over her tits, leaving it under her chin and took one nipple in my mouth while massaging the other.

As it should be, the inspection process was thorough and rigorous. Consisting of energetic kissing, single malt flavoured tongue wrestling, oral and manual nipple manipulation that had her squirming her arse on the bulge in my trousers while I thrust upwards as best as I could, soon we both came up for air.

Selene said,

"Well?"

"Well what," I said with a smirked, that earned me a dig in the ribs.

"What are the results of the titty inspection as you call it?"

"Kate's appear to be bigger," I said. Slap!

"Pig," she said, as I rubbed my ear from the not altogether light slap.

I reacted instantly, slapping her across the meat of her breast. I grabbed her hand halfway on its journey to give me another, she strained but I held her wrist in a firm grip and squeezed a little, enough for her to notice the pain.

"If I may be allowed to finish, Kate's 'look' bigger, but I would need to closely inspect hers to be sure."

Selene's palm tried to reach my ear again.

"Bastard."

"But after due and diligent Inspection," I paused. She looked at me warningly.

"Yours are much better." her arm relaxed.

"Correct answer." she said.

"Now," she said, "What about a pussy inspection, it feels all hot and wet down there." she said opening her legs.

My hand went up and pulled her underwear aside, she opened her legs more placing one over the arm of the chair to keep it from falling back.

"Yes it is", I said, easily sliding in two middle fingers palm up.

"Less talk, more inspection", she purred as I worked the two fingers in and out at an increasing rate, banging her swollen clit every time.

I could feel her hips twitching and the walls of her pussy clenching at my inward stroke, there were little spurts trickling on to my palm.

I pulled out my hand, she grabbed at it and missed, I heaved her more or less on to her feet.

"Stand up and face me, Now!" I ordered, she did. I then stood up close to her looking into the heavy lidded eyes and slightly flushed skin.

"Lose the skirt and pants," she did.

"Arms round my neck," she did.

 "Legs round my waist," up she jumped. Taking most of her weight in my arms I rested her on the bulge in my trousers.

I walked her half way down the hall to our bedroom and leaned one shoulder against the wall to catch my breath...not so young skywalker is right.

"I've still got to get you back for my ear" and slapped her hard on the backside.

"I thought we'd got past all that" she said, I gave her two more in quick succession.

"No", adding another

"Pig!"

Harder slap!

"Arsehole.” 2 more, quick and hard.

"Got any more naughty girl's words?"

"Cunt."

Another

"I've plenty of slaps left, how many words you got?"

"Plenty" she said, but paused... "Maybe they'll keep...for now"

"Good", another hard slap, she went to say something but stopped, I waited...

Silence...

"Correct answer." I said.

As I continued carrying her to our room, she nestled her head into my neck.

"Pig", she murmured sleepily into my neck.

"Oink" I said.

We fell on to the bed in a jumble and began pawing at each other’s clothes, eventually we got the desired result.

"My turn" said Selena, "Dick inspection", as she knelt above me, jacking my foreskin slowly up and down over the knob end, licking the pre-cum off, she took the business end of my 8 inches as far in her mouth as she could, she had never mastered the deep throat all the way down thing, in truth not many do, but half in and out was doing me no harm at all.

I pulled her reddening arse round to the classic 69 position, for while we lost ourselves in the moment.

I stopped slurping and licking,

"How's the Inspection going?" I asked.

"Looks as good as it's going to get" she said.

My still slightly stinging ear reminded me that real punishment was still overdue, without warning I heaved her off and stood up while she floundered about on the bed. Grabbing her by the wrists, I pulled her to her feet, sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled her, squealing, laughing and legs kicking, over my knee, holding her wrists behind her back.

"Payback time for my sore ear, I'm going to spank you!  Not until you beg me to stop, but until you beg me to fuck you."

"Never," she said still laughing and struggling, but not too hard

"We'll see," I said.

Slap, slap, left cheek, right cheek.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause and gentler rubbing

Repeat, a bit harder

Pause and rub.

Repeat

Pause and rub.

Selene's arms had relaxed, I let them go, one went underneath to her clit and pussy, one to rub her tits.

Four more and rub.

Four more and rub, her hand underneath was going fit to bust, I love the smell of pussy in the evening.

Four more...

"Stop, stop."

Slap, slap.

"Stop, stop, enough."

Slap, slap.

"I mean fuck me, fuck me now!"

I stood Selena up, she lay on her back and immediately drew her knees up as far as wide as they could go.

"Now! Fuck me now."

I shove my throbbing prick in up to the hilt in 2 strokes, Selena's legs and arms wrapped hard around me.

As I pounded her, she grunted and moaned in time to the thrusts.

I felt her pussy start to rhythmically contract as she neared her orgasm, her juices flowed stronger and her hips began to buck as she went over the edge, letting out with long moans to match the length of her contractions.

I could wait no longer, grunting as I pounded into her depths I came in half a dozen massive squirts

“Uuh! Uuh!” 3, 4, 5, 6 times and collapsed on top of her.

When we got our breath back, she said drowsily,

"I must slap your ear again"

"Maybe you should, but not tonight Josephine, the force is not so strong in Old Skywalker just now."

 Game Set and Match. I

 

 

Usual disclaimers, blah, blah, blah. Not all of the following may have happened.

 

Not long ago, I spent some time in Auckland, New Zealand. I was 9 months into a 2 year contract when I got an email from my Brother Jake, back in the U.K.

His Daughter, Kate, aged 21, had just finished University and was taking time out before looking for a job. Up to now, this time out had turned into an increasingly toxic life style, the whole sex and drugs and rock n roll thing. The music he could live with...just.

He could, up to a point, understand when she moaned about being in school since the age of five, but in the long run he had visions of a possible Amy Winehouse ending.

So could he send her halfway around the world to 'quiet' New Zealand to spend some time away from her toxic life style.

Also, knowing mine and my wife Selena's firm views on family discipline, responsibility and consequences. Maybe she would benefit from our consistently firm line, which, due to excessive guilt over her nearly drowning when she was 3, He and His Wife had failed to instil in her during those all important formative years. Could we help? Just treat her like you did your own 2 kids, he said, firm but fair.

One afternoon while Kate lazing around looking like shit and still wearing her night clothes, her Dad lost it completely, she could see this time he really meant it and was rather surprised by her own meekness at his new found authority, when he had grabbed her by the arm after her latest

"I'm 21, I'll do what the fuck I want." outburst.

She was told in no uncertain terms, to the accompaniment of hard swats to the backside, of her move to New Zealand.

“You WILL,” - swat.

“Damn well,” - swat.

“Go,” - swat.

“To stay,” - swat.

“With Uncle Dave,” - swat.

“In New Zealand,” - swat.

“Like it or not madam,” - swat.

“Now go and pack, you’re going as soon as I can get you on a flight,” - harder swat, “I’m going to cancel all your cards as well, you want to party none stop, pay for it yourself.”

She fled to her room in tears -  not all of the crocodile variety either, those smacks really hurt, especially the last one -  with the intention to getting rid of the tingling feeling in her pussy that seemed to have migrated from her no doubt reddened and definitely stinging backside to her by now, seriously wet pussy. But also to allow her to think about what was going to happen, because she saw that it was going to happen, so how could she use it to benefit herself.

Thinking, this new found parental attitude wasn't all bad, if these sort of feelings were the up-side. She rubbed her sore, but not all in a bad way, arse with one hand while the other worked on the front pressing her face into her pillow to muffle the moans which were getting louder as her fingers worked their familiar magic turning the spanking induced tingling into an intense gusher of an orgasm.

Lying in the glow of pussy after-shocks she realised that maybe it would be better to get away for a time, especially as the friend who supplied her with drugs, (not actually a dealer, was how he thought of it. Just doing favours for friends…and it wasn’t illegal to make a profit was it.)  was pressing her for payment of the drugs he had advanced on the strength of Daddy's monthly allowance. It had to happen sometime, she thought and was surprised it had taken Daddy so long to put his foot down. She had played on the barely remembered drowning incident. Using it to call their bluff over the years and get away with all sorts of antics.

She went into her bathroom thinking about what to pack, pulling the tear and pussy stained night dress over her head as she went, not caring that it went nowhere near the basket, she stepped into the shower and turned it on.

"Shit." She muttered, "That stings" as the usually normally just right water was too hot for her still glowing arse.

She quickly, but not too quickly, soaped, washed and rinsed, paying special attention to her pussy and it's still swollen lips, her tits and still slightly tender nipples, which had a tendency to pucker and harden to twin pleasure buttons given the slightest stimulation, even under warm water.

Her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her pussy and clit, she could get herself wet if her nipples hardened in a cool breeze.

For as long as she could remember she had always been aware of the attraction to and the feelings generated by her pussy. Many times during her early years had been told off for day dreaming, oblivious to all around her, while her hand rubbed and fondled her little girl slit.

From an early age she had noticed her Mothers nipples were sometimes plainly visible, even under heavy clothing. When having 'that talk' with mother she had asked about it. Heidi, her mother said,

“That's from the German side of the Family, it's the curse of all the Drexler Women, that and too much dark hair on the pussy and under the arms.”

Her Grandfather was a P.O.W. who stayed on after the War. A good decision, given he would've been sent back to ruins of what was to become Communist East Germany.

Kate however, loved her sensitive nipples and hairy bush, keeping it clear and clean around her protruding inner labia and sensitive 'bronze starfish', only allowing a thick but well maintained Vee shaped bush above, enough that her pierced clit hood and ring were more or less hidden when unaroused, but would peep out about 1/2inch when aroused.

Regular pussy maintenance, which was fun...any excuse to play down there was a good one, ensured no problems with the skimpiest thong.

She knew despite the trend for Brazilian waxes, boys loved a bit of hair, it was sexy, a bit dirty and animalistic.

She drew the line at hairy under arms though...no way was she going round looking like a middle aged German Hausfrau.

After a tearful farewell, more on her Mother’s part than hers, though she did have to dab her eyes just a little, she went through the point of no return at the departure gate. Put up with all the checks and headed for the Duty Free section. Not thinking for a minute that her Father would actually go with his other threat of cutting off her allowance. It came as a big shock when her card was declined – insufficient funds.

The Bastard, she thought as her face reddened with shame. She went to the nearest ATM and checked her balance, just over 120 Pound. Her Language drew disapproving glances from nearby travellers. 

When Kate arrived I had to put her right on two or three minor matters of house rules and table manners, like the old standby of;  'There is no such thing as a free lunch' and 'If it's on your floor and not in your laundry basket it doesn't get washed'.

To make it stick I maybe used a bit more firmness and a louder voice than those small matters warranted. But winning these little battles early on would set the tone of. Actually, no, you can't do what you want, you do what I say.

After Dinner, we talked for a bit about her flight, family news and such, I said,

“You know the free lunch thing I mentioned."

"Yes." she said, guardedly.

 "You’ll have to get a job as I'm not going to fund you like Jake did".

 I had cleared this with Jake beforehand and he was in agreement, but made me promise if the expense did get out of hand I was to tell him.

 "Think about THAT while you go to bed young lady" I said very firmly.

 She just looked at me, not knowing what to do or say.

 "NOW!" I barked, picking up the paper. She still hesitated, I dropped the paper down a bit, looked over it and gave her my best,

‘Do NOT give me any shit ' look... to be honest, I was relieved when she went because I had no idea what to do next if she didn't go.

But off she went to her end of the house, I grinned at Selena from behind the paper.

"Ooooh, mister tough guy, picking on a little girl, don't try that on with me," said Selena as she got up to make us a large one each.

"She's not so little" I called over to her, "You don't get many of those to the pound".

"I noticed you'd noticed," she said, hefting her tits with both hands, "Are they better than mine?"

"Bring my drink wench, get over here for titty inspection and I'll see, right now... Jump to it!" I barked in my firm voice.

She just looked at me sideways and poured some more into the already strong drinks, then sauntered over in a deliberately slow and insolent hip swinging manner, bending over the low coffee table to set the glasses down.

I couldn't resist, I gave her luscious arse a hefty slap, her eyes widened, and then half closed.

"Stick to reading your paper Macho man.”  She said.

I gave her another even harder slap.

She placed coasters under the drinks while saying,

"Let little miss sex bomb get settled"

Slap!

"Then we'll see if your Jedi mind powers can bend me to your will, like you did to her."

Slap!

"Like that's going to happen" She retorted, sitting down

"Once I get you over my knee then we'll see who bosses who."

 "Drink your drink not so young Skywalker, then we'll see who does what to who."

So I did, but not too quickly as those few short sharp slaps takes a minute or two to 'soak in' as it were. Just as I finished, she stood up and as she took my hand, her nipples strained to push through her top and she looked a bit flushed, she pulled, I resisted instead, I pulled her back down on to my knee.

"Its bad manners of me not to finish what I start" I said, "Time for that titty inspection".

I nuzzling behind her ear, a sure fire leg opener for her, while undoing the buttons on her blouse, who said men can only do one thing at a time.

I roughly pulled her bra up over her tits, leaving it under her chin and took one nipple in my mouth while massaging the other.

As it should be, the inspection process was thorough and rigorous. Consisting of energetic kissing, single malt flavoured tongue wrestling, oral and manual nipple manipulation that had her squirming her arse on the bulge in my trousers while I thrust upwards as best as I could, soon we both came up for air.

Selene said,

"Well?"

"Well what," I said with a smirked, that earned me a dig in the ribs.

"What are the results of the titty inspection as you call it?"

"Kate's appear to be bigger," I said. Slap!

"Pig," she said, as I rubbed my ear from the not altogether light slap.

I reacted instantly, slapping her across the meat of her breast. I grabbed her hand halfway on its journey to give me another, she strained but I held her wrist in a firm grip and squeezed a little, enough for her to notice the pain.

"If I may be allowed to finish, Kate's 'look' bigger, but I would need to closely inspect hers to be sure."

Selene's palm tried to reach my ear again.

"Bastard."

"But after due and diligent Inspection," I paused. She looked at me warningly.

"Yours are much better." her arm relaxed.

"Correct answer." she said.

"Now," she said, "What about a pussy inspection, it feels all hot and wet down there." she said opening her legs.

My hand went up and pulled her underwear aside, she opened her legs more placing one over the arm of the chair to keep it from falling back.

"Yes it is", I said, easily sliding in two middle fingers palm up.

"Less talk, more inspection", she purred as I worked the two fingers in and out at an increasing rate, banging her swollen clit every time.

I could feel her hips twitching and the walls of her pussy clenching at my inward stroke, there were little spurts trickling on to my palm.

I pulled out my hand, she grabbed at it and missed, I heaved her more or less on to her feet.

"Stand up and face me, Now!" I ordered, she did. I then stood up close to her looking into the heavy lidded eyes and slightly flushed skin.

"Lose the skirt and pants," she did.

"Arms round my neck," she did.

 "Legs round my waist," up she jumped. Taking most of her weight in my arms I rested her on the bulge in my trousers.

I walked her half way down the hall to our bedroom and leaned one shoulder against the wall to catch my breath...not so young skywalker is right.

"I've still got to get you back for my ear" and slapped her hard on the backside.

"I thought we'd got past all that" she said, I gave her two more in quick succession.

"No", adding another

"Pig!"

Harder slap!

"Arsehole.” 2 more, quick and hard.

"Got any more naughty girl's words?"

"Cunt."

Another

"I've plenty of slaps left, how many words you got?"

"Plenty" she said, but paused... "Maybe they'll keep...for now"

"Good", another hard slap, she went to say something but stopped, I waited...

Silence...

"Correct answer." I said.

As I continued carrying her to our room, she nestled her head into my neck.

"Pig", she murmured sleepily into my neck.

"Oink" I said.

We fell on to the bed in a jumble and began pawing at each other’s clothes, eventually we got the desired result.

"My turn" said Selena, "Dick inspection", as she knelt above me, jacking my foreskin slowly up and down over the knob end, licking the pre-cum off, she took the business end of my 8 inches as far in her mouth as she could, she had never mastered the deep throat all the way down thing, in truth not many do, but half in and out was doing me no harm at all.

I pulled her reddening arse round to the classic 69 position, for while we lost ourselves in the moment.

I stopped slurping and licking,

"How's the Inspection going?" I asked.

"Looks as good as it's going to get" she said.

My still slightly stinging ear reminded me that real punishment was still overdue, without warning I heaved her off and stood up while she floundered about on the bed. Grabbing her by the wrists, I pulled her to her feet, sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled her, squealing, laughing and legs kicking, over my knee, holding her wrists behind her back.

"Payback time for my sore ear, I'm going to spank you!  Not until you beg me to stop, but until you beg me to fuck you."

"Never," she said still laughing and struggling, but not too hard

"We'll see," I said.

Slap, slap, left cheek, right cheek.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause, rub.

Repeat.

Pause and gentler rubbing

Repeat, a bit harder

Pause and rub.

Repeat

Pause and rub.

Selene's arms had relaxed, I let them go, one went underneath to her clit and pussy, one to rub her tits.

Four more and rub.

Four more and rub, her hand underneath was going fit to bust, I love the smell of pussy in the evening.

Four more...

"Stop, stop."

Slap, slap.

"Stop, stop, enough."

Slap, slap.

"I mean fuck me, fuck me now!"

I stood Selena up, she lay on her back and immediately drew her knees up as far as wide as they could go.

"Now! Fuck me now."

I shove my throbbing prick in up to the hilt in 2 strokes, Selena's legs and arms wrapped hard around me.

As I pounded her, she grunted and moaned in time to the thrusts.

I felt her pussy start to rhythmically contract as she neared her orgasm, her juices flowed stronger and her hips began to buck as she went over the edge, letting out with long moans to match the length of her contractions.

I could wait no longer, grunting as I pounded into her depths I came in half a dozen massive squirts

“Uuh! Uuh!” 3, 4, 5, 6 times and collapsed on top of her.

When we got our breath back, she said drowsily,

"I must slap your ear again"

"Maybe you should, but not tonight Josephine, the force is not so strong in Old Skywalker just now."


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