A Taste of Cherie - Sex Stories

A Taste of Cherie

... name would be technically accurate. It's a spare bedroom stuffed with all the sex toys our budget can imagine. Cherie doesn't even want a dungeon, though. She thinks they're depressing and unsexy as hell. And the longer I live with her, the more I agree.

So I take her leash and march her into the armory. She starts looking around, while I start looking at her. A certain wet spot tells me it's time for her to lose the lingerie, so I pull it down over her shoulders. She gives her hips a little shake and crawls out onto the carpet, her aquamarine gem plug glittering subtly in the diffuse lighting. Her nude body absolutely takes my breath away, even though I've seen her a thousand times. Yes, I'm going to smack her ass, but first I'm just going to admire it.

Alright, admiration over. I give her ass a nice juicy smack, and then reel her in by her leash. She resists playfully, but eventually her naked body ends up in my arms where it belongs. I plant a kiss on her neck.

"Well, what have we here? Looks like a nude vixen."

"At your service, master," she coos softly.

"That's what I like to hear," I say in a low voice. She leans backward, allowing her weight to fall on my chest. My hands rove over her body, creeping dangerously close to her flower. She's watching my hand, wondering... wondering—

I pull it away at the last moment. "I think Roxanne could use a paddling."

She looks slightly disappointed. "Oh gosh, I forgot all about her for a second. Yes, I think she ...

... could!"

I kiss her neck again, while caressing her stomach and the inside of her thigh. She's pretty much melting at this point. I start to reposition her, and she doesn't resist. She ends up face down on the carpet with my knee on her back.

"Do you think Roxanne needs some anal training?

"Oh, definitely!" she answers emphatically. "I really like the anal hook."

I watch as a massive blush spreads across her face. I don't say anything.

"I mean she—" she sputters. "It would be really good for training her, I mean. Because I hate it so much. And, um. Roxanne probably would too!"

"Uh huh. What other toys do you hate?" I drive my knee into her back slightly harder.

"I hate... I mean Roxanne would— would— um..." She abandons her line of thought mid-sentence, finishing with an uncomfortable giggle.

"I'm just gonna start smacking your ass until you remember how to speak, okay?" I growl as I caress her hair lovingly.

She gives a little whine and buries her face in the carpet, while keeping her ass raised prominently. The spanking goes on until all four of her cheeks are rosy red, and she still hasn't so much as squeaked.

"I can keep this up all day," I warn.

She makes a sound like she's going to speak, but nothing comes out. I spank her for another thirty seconds before she finally musters the courage to form actual words. When she does, her voice is a faint whisper: "Sir? Roxanne would like it if you spanked her pussy tonight."

"She'd like that? I ...