Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 08 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 08

... on..." Amy was beaming and obviously quite happy with my stream of compliments, but her expression quickly turned sour when she glanced toward her right side here in the master bedroom of our estate on the island. "Were you given permission to peek and look back at us?" Amy snapped, her tone of voice harsh. "Now put your nose in that corner, and don't move it!" "I'm sorry, Amy," Lindsay returned in a hushed, timid tone, doing her best to comply with orders. Off to the side, Lindsay stood just where Amy had told her to stand moments ago, in the corner with her nose stuffed against it. She had on a cute, little form-fitting beige tank-top, but her denim shorts were pulled down to her knees and her sweet, indelible ass was covered by a small pair of purple bikini panties. She stood in the corner with her back to us. "Put your hands above your head like a good submissive," Amy then instructed her. Lindsay's hands had been dangling at her sides, but she quickly lifted them up in an adorable, little gesture as if she was praying to the wall. "Do you know WHY you are going to be punished, Lindsay?" Role-playing her part to perfection, Lindsay squeaked as if she was a little mouse in answering, "I've been bad?" "And what happens to bad girls?" "They get spanked." "Oh yes," Amy nodded. "They most definitely do." This did not happen all that often anymore, but I was allowing Amy to dabble with the aggressive and dominant nature which had once been linchpins of her personality on this ...

... dark and dreary, rainy afternoon. Lindsay was the perfect foil for Amy in this situation, too. Lindsay was more naturally submissive and subservient than any woman in our group, and she literally jumped at the chance for a fun and spirited, slightly rough-house role-playing session. "Please don't spank me," Lindsay protested in vain, as Amy went over to her and slipped an arm around her back. Rest assured, Lindsay welcomed whatever Amy (as well as myself) was going to do to her. She was just playing a defiant role at the moment. It continued - Lindsay put up a little struggle (though, not really) as Amy pulled her over to the high-back chair just in front of the bed. Amy glanced at the chair for a moment, then her pregnant belly. "As much as I want Lindsay over my knee, Jeremy," Amy said to me, "maybe it's best that she go over yours instead. What do you you think?" "Oh, that can be arranged," I responded in a matter-of-fact tone, my eyes now locked upon the beguiling, feisty blonde. "Please don't spank me, Jeremy!" Lindsay wailed at me. "Oh God, please don't! I promise to be a good girl from now on!" I sat down in the chair and promptly pulled Lindsay across my lap. Her adorable, picture-perfect ass, with the purple panties, was sprawled across my lap and squirmed deliciously at the fate which soon awaited it. "Please, Jeremy," Lindsay again begged. "I'll be a good girl! Please don't spank me!" "You WILL be a good girl," Amy told her, "because Jeremy and I are going to teach ...