Floored - Sex Stories

Floored

... every spank had her writhing into his knee and grinding her clit against it. She could feel a patch on his trousers becoming sodden from her arousal. Kathryn felt shame and frustration at her inability for self-control. Surely he could feel her anointing his leg? He stopped spanking her and brought his fingers to a tantalising rest on her inner thigh, circling millimetres from her pulsating lips.

‘I can see that regardless of what I say, Ms Rycroft, you are determined to derive sexual pleasure from your punishment. I can’t stop you from doing so, but I will be sure you don’t do so furtively. I want to see your hand working that wet little cunt of yours. You’ll ask to orgasm, and when I give permission, you’re to express your orgasm in the clearest and most vocal terms possible. Understood?’

Before he’d finished speaking, her fingers shot to her damp, desperate lips. She’d placed one on either side of her clit so that she could keep thrusting it into the wet fabric of his trouser leg.

‘Please, Sir, I need to come! Now!’

He had not asked her to call him Sir, but Kathryn was approaching her second orgasm across the knee of a man whose name remained a mystery. It felt better to call him something.

‘Not yet; you’ll hold on, Ms Rycroft.’ He slid his forefinger from beneath her anus and down her lips to meet her fingers as they teased her clit. She squealed at the agony of holding off her climax. Then he ran that forefinger, wet with her juices, around the ring of her ...

... anus. She was biting her lip, squirming in frustration.

‘You may come, Ms Rycroft.’ As he gave his permission, he slid his damp forefinger slowly, firmly into Kathryn’s anus. The shock of it froze her still for a moment before she gave way to the shudders of an intense and prolonged climax, feeling her ribs pulse as she released staccato cries in time with the shaking of her body.

He held her as she came back to herself. She curled into his arms, finding a deep sense of security in his embrace.

‘It’s time for your caning, Ms Rycroft.’

‘No, but I—. Surely there’s no need?’

‘You know very well you’re to be caned five times on your wetted bottom, Ms Rycroft. You may count yourself lucky it’s not ten strokes.’ He gave a sharp spank on one of her buttocks, which she took as a sign she should get up. He grabbed the chair and pulled it further into the middle of the floor.

‘Stand behind this with your hands on your head.’ The brief tenderness he’d shown had given way to sternness once again. Standing behind the chair, Kathryn was directly in the path of the air-con unit and the chilled air bit rudely at her skin. A quiet fury was stirring within her. The caning struck Kathryn as especially unnecessary and unfair.

The sudden sound of him turning on a tap in the bathroom made her buttocks clench involuntarily. He returned with a wet flannel and walked behind her. She heard the metallic rasp of the Venetian blind at the window as he fiddled with its settings. Then ...