Under Everyday Clothes - Sex Stories

Under Everyday Clothes

... thrill, both the transgressiveness of it and how gratifyingly well I could pull it off.

"Mm," said Siobhan. "You're even cuter when they're all nice and tight and scratchy like this. Just like they're supposed to be. Beauty is pain. Every little girl knows that. I love getting to teach it to you too."

The panties were definitely uncomfortably tight right now, not because they weren't well made or a good fit, they were, but they were never meant to accommodate a raging erection. It was straining the lacy, barely-elastic material to its limits.

Siobhan straightened up, sat down on the little twin bed that still held place of pride in this vacant room, and grabbed me by the collar.

"Come here, you still need to be punished for sulking at me."

Without my hands, I couldn't do much to lift myself up onto her lap where she wanted me. I could only follow along as she lifted and dragged me across her knees. The brief pressure on my throat further intensified the sensation of the vibrations pulsing through me, and the tightness of the panties.

Once I was in position, Siobhan ran her fingers lightly over my ass, stroking the outer areas of the cheeks exposed by the high cut panties.

Then she worked her way inward, over the fabric, to the base of the plug, and pushed.

I felt a recklessly loud moan escape from my mouth as the vibrations hit deeper and more unyieldingly inside me.

"You really thought you had a right to be upset with me earlier, didn't you?" ...

... Siobhan asked, in her softest mocking tone.

I shrugged, embarrassed. "Maybe."

Siobhan spanked me on one ass cheek, sending another flash of extra concentrated vibrations through me.

"That was very, very spoiled of you," she said.

I could only groan in response.

She spanked me again on the other cheek.

"For a moment," she said, with another smack, still alternating sides, "you sounded like one of those slutty boys,"smack, "who goes around begging every woman he sees,"smack, "to fuck him,"smack, "and then tries to make her feel bad,"smack, "for giving him exactly what he asked for."

Smack.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Good."

She stroked my skin softly for a few seconds, cupped my ass in a tight, possessive grip, and then spanked it again.

"You could never be one of those boys, could you, sweetie?"

"Never," I agreed.

"You'd better never."

She pulled down the back of my panties to give herself clearer access, keeping my erection trapped in the front.

"This..." she spanked me harder, faster, without even the thin barrier of lace to blunt the sting of skin on skin, "is to makesure... you remember tonever... be... that... boy!"

"Never," I promised more fervently.

She pressed on the base of the vibrating plug again, and while she held it deep, the vibrations changed from a constant buzz to a rapid pulsing.

"You wouldn't want me to take your toy away, would you?" she asked sweetly.

"No," I answered, feeling almost paralyzed by arousal, and ...