Spank Me! Part 2 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 2

... Miss Burke. Kimberley is one of those fortunate women who are multi-orgasmic. I want her to cum repeatedly before I allow you to stop.”

It was quite entertaining watching the haughty Miss Burke hard at work, pleasuring Kimberley and making her cum twice more – loudly, I might add. Kimberley was a bit of a screamer when she came and babbled in between. Delightful.

I eased off on flogging Miss Burke during this time, flicking her lightly now and then when she appeared to be flagging, not out of any compassion, but because I had thecoup des grâs in mind. I wanted her to still be fit for that. Both women would be exhausted by the time they were done, but it was a bit like cooking: you had to let different dishes simmer at different levels so they were all done at the same time.

Once Kimberley was well and truly into her third orgasm, I placed a hand on Miss Burke’s shoulder, shaking her slightly. “Well done, Tiffany. Now, please sit over on the chair and let our Kimberley recover before we start again.”

Tiffany sat back on her heels, cricked her neck, and massaged its muscles, then shakily got up and stumbled over to the chair I had used to spank her and collapsed. Her face was covered in cunt honey, and her chest was heaving – which did delightful things to her tits, which were also showing signs of her extreme arousal, screwed up into hard little points with pebbling around her areola.

She glanced up at me, bit her lip, then very hesitantly said, “Ma…may I cum ...

... soon, Sir? I’m getting kinda desperate myself.” She met my eyes only very briefly, then dropped them.“Please.”

Burke – Tiffany – was coming along rather well, all things considered. “I’ll consider it, my dear. You just keep doing as you're told, and we’ll see. Oh, and from now on, you are not to cum except when you are in my presence, Tiffany dear.”

That caused her head to snap up, her mouth open, shocked. “What?…but I…I…”

“Yes, Miss Burke?” I said, deliberately reverting to a formal address, voice cold.

She swallowed, “I, uh, almost always cum two or three times a day. At least.”

“Did you now?” I ask – although it’s not a question.

I can see she understands my use of the past tense. She stares at me, eyes wide in shock. “But…”

“That will do, Miss Burke. Be quiet.”

I turned and walked over to Kimberley, flipped the quick releases on her hands and feet, undid the satin belt across her middle, and helped her stand – again. I was certainly getting quite a lot of mileage – or, I suppose, “kilometrage” would be more appropriate these days if that’s a word – out of her body.

I stood her up, then put a finger under her chin, “Are you all right, my dear?”

Her chest was still moving in and out quite heavily, but she swallowed and nodded. “Y…yes Sir.” She looked up into my eyes, her eyes still quite glazed. “Thank you. I’ve…I’ve never cum like that before.”

“And you will again, repeatedly, my dear – as long as I get to use your body the way I want.” And I ...