Anonymous - Experiences of a Country Girl

He pinched my bottom annoyingly, patting and caressing it alternately as well as pinching. Each cheek received its full, prolonged, and atrociously humiliating inspection, and he at last said, “Yes, it's still quite red. I trust Rosa and Selena spanked you hard, Lucille dear?”

“Oh… oh yes, Master… terribly hard.”

“Which was the worst, the hairbrush or the strap?” he continued, stroking my naked hips as I quivered and blushed violently.

“The-the strap last night, M-Master,” I stammered feverishly, feeling my naked flesh crawl and prickle with apprehension and shame under his appraising, sly caresses.

“I see. The girls tell me you behaved very well considering, and I'm delighted to hear it. For if you hadn't, I'd have been forced to give you a really serious whipping, my dear. Now I want you to come to my room with me and try on some of the lovely things I bought for you.”

This was at least a novelty which, from the feminine viewpoint, I could take delight in… I could, save for the fact that Mr. Raleigh would watch me dress and undress, with no secrets hidden from his rapacious, knowing, eager eyes.

And that indeed proved to be the case. I spent a long, terribly mortifying hour in his room, modeling dance sets of lovely black and white satin, sheer black stockings attached by the narrow taut tabs of a white satin garter belt he had purchased for me, slips and high-heeled pumps of various colors, lovely dresses whose only flaw in my eyes was that their skirts were very short, coming down just to the knees. Also, he had some gaily colored rosettes, or French garters, for me such as the maids wore. The panties, too, were quite immodest, being very tight, some open and some closed, and very brief, especially several pairs of white jersey net which fitted my bottom and hips like a glove and showed off a good deal of the lower part of my behind. He made me take several spanking poses wearing just these and black silk stockings, red rosettes, and high-heeled pumps. I had to grasp my ankles and thrust my trembling, taut bottom up before him as he sat in his deep armchair, kneel down with my head between his legs while he patted my bottom playfully and told me how pretty it was and how these tight brief panties showed every curve of it and made a spanking more delicious, because with white panties like these he could spank me a very long time without having to worry about how red my naked bottom got. And he advised me not to give him any cause to want to experiment with that. I had to lie across his lap, my breasts bare while he felt them and my bottom at the same time. Then I had to drape myself across the arm of the big chair, kneel in it with my head resting on the back's top and holding on to the back. Also to kneel on a heavy mahogany low coffee table on all fours-in the position I had first had to take for a spanking from him that awful night — while he walked about, smoking a cigarette and making admiring and immodest comments about my body, till my face was burning red with shame and tears glistened in my eyes.

Finally, when I had modeled all the lovely things he had picked out for me-and I must say he had rare taste for a man, except that, as I have said, the panties and brassieres and dresses were much too revealing for my modesty's sake-he said to me, “Lucille dear, I think you ought to be very grateful for my bringing you home such lovely and expensive presents, especially when you've been naughty and have had to be spanked twice in my absence.”

“I–I am-am v-very grateful, Master,” I stammered, ill at ease because I was still wearing the brief white jersey panties, black hose and pumps, and nothing else.

“And I hope, then, you are ready to prove your gratitude, my dear. Especially if I let you off a spanking now, which I had originally meant to give you just so you won't forget how my punishment methods differ from the servants', eh?” he continued.

I blushed vividly, lowering my eyes, and stammered nervously, “Y-you know I–I always am obedient to you, M-Master.”

“Well, yes, though still sometimes you have your own interpretation of obedience. However, we'll let that pass, as I'm in a very good mood. Suppose, as a starter, my dear, you come here on your knees, open my fly, take out my cock, and give it a very sweet loving little kiss, just to show how you've missed me. After that, we'll see how grateful you really are.”

With a gasp of outraged modesty, I hastened to obey, my cheeks a burning red-but knowing the other set would be even more painful if I did not do exactly what he wanted at all times. It was shocking for me to have to do this to a man. Before, when he had made me kiss his… thing and put it into me… I felt I was being forced. But this act was as if I did it of my own free will to thank him for the clothes, and I was frightfully embarrassed by this. Nevertheless I conquered my feelings and tried hard not to show them as I did exactly what he told me. He made me kiss it a good many times, and then lick it all the way down to what he called his “balls” and then take the tip in my mouth and suck it noisily and “work at it gently with that pert little pink tongue of yours, Lucille.”

When he stopped me his… organ was fearfully hard and throbbing hot, as I knew from contact with it. And then he said to me, “Now get me a scissors from the drawer of my secretary and bring it to me, my dear.” Wonderingly, I did so, and then he drew out the stuff of the sheer tight brief panties in front and to my amazement and mortification cut out a wide hole… exposing… my… spot.

“These,” he said jokingly, “will be your 'poking and punishment' panties, Lucille. From now on, you will wear these any day I tell you in advance that you are to be punished. I may or may not poke that lovely tight little pussy of yours when I finish with your naughty backside. But still, if I decide to do so, you will be ready. You have no idea how deliciously tempting you are to a man wearing just that and black stockings and pumps with heels that raise you up and bring out all the play of your sweet muscles, my dear. Now then, since you've made my cock hard for your furry little nest, get down across my lap at once and fit it into your pussy, for I mean to give you a little loving spanking while I poke you, and I think you will find it different from an ordinary punishment.”

Horribly confused and embarrassed at his singular orders which had the effect of shaming me beyond anything I had known-except perhaps when he did me from behind that awful night- I took the pose required, and awkwardly managed to fit his… organ… into my… spot… till I felt it slip well up inside me. Putting his left hand on one of my naked breasts which lay in the air just beyond his knees, he began to feel my naked bosom and to spank my bottom smartly with his right hand, while telling me in a low, excited voice how naughty I was and how I needed constant discipline, instructing me to squirm and wriggle my bottom but to take care his “cock doesn't slip out of that hot little nest it likes so, Lucille…”

The spanking, though moderate enough at first, grew sterner as his excitement mounted, and soon I had no need to be told to move my hips about, as the burning sensations in my hindquarters forced me to uncontrollable maneuvers. Also, my tears and sobs stirred him furiously and suddenly, for the first time in my life, I felt that searing ejaculation of his seed deep in my vitals.

He drew me off his lap in a moment, wan and trembling with his satisfaction, then bade me go to his bathroom at once, where I would find a douchebag, and gave me shamefully embarrassing, minute details on how to use it to keep from having a baby, as my lovely bottom in the “poking and punishment” panties, as he told me, had been so exciting that he wanted for the first time, “to bury my naked cock right to the balls in that sweet pink pussy of yours, Lucille.”