Spank Me! Part 2 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 2

... several seconds, then took my hand away, dumping the cubes into the bowl and shaking my hand. It wascold. I almost felt sorry for little Kimberley.

Almost.

I turned to look at Miss Burke. She was trembling, one hand to her mouth, the other cupped over her pussy.

“You seemed surprised to see Kimberley here, Miss Burke. You two have more in common than you might think.” I gently caressed Kimberley’s wet cheek and tucked an ebony tendril behind her ear. “You have no doubt noticed Kimberley is shy. She’s learning how to beg for what she wants and needs. Whereasyou…” I yanked Tiff’s head back by grabbing a hank of her long sun-bleached hair, “… well, you beg for attention in all the wrong ways.”

I released my grip on her hair. “So… are you ready to join the fun, Miss Burke?”

I could see that she was hyperventilating already. I wondered how she would handle being spanked – and was looking forward to finding out.

Depending on her reactions, I had other plans for the girls later. I turned back to my first submissive on the table.

“Kimberley, I think we will give you a rest while I give Miss Burke somemuch-neededattention. Feel free to watch.” I flipped the quick releases on Kimberley’s bonds, then caught her as she collapsed into my arms. Holding her up, I led her to a queen-sized bed with restraints dangling from the four posts, directing her to lie down on her back, feet spread. Her bottom was already blossoming into a lovely shade of crimson.

I put a silk ...

... belt across her middle, bound her wrists and ankles, then elevated her ankles so her cunt was on display – and freely available.

It interested me to see that Miss Burke hadn’t taken her eyes off Kimberley, and she was making telling movements with her mouth - sucking on her lower lip, licking her upper lip. Not surprisingly, Kimberley noticed and squirmed but was unable to cover her nakedness. Yes, these two needed something not only from me but from each other.

I turned back to Burke. She flinched when I looked at her, which made me smile.

I walked over to a padded, armless chair. “I need you draped over my knees, Miss Burke, so I can give you what your twisted, upper-class arse so desires.”

Her entire body was shaking now; I suspected as much from excitement as fear, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide and staring at me.

“Now, Miss Burke.”

She bolted forward and almost threw herself over my knees, just about sliding over, then catching herself on the floor with her hands. She cautiously wriggled her way back onto my knees, presenting her naked, unprotected arse for my attention, panting in her excitement. I made no move to help her but let her position herself.

“Are you quite comfortable, Miss Burke?” I asked.

“Y…yes Mr. Matthews.”

“Then we’ll begin. Now, what do you want, Miss Burke?”

“Want … sir?” she gasped, her torso rising and falling as her stomach inflated and deflated.

“Yes, Miss Burke. I’ll always consider what my – play toys ...