Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

“Very well then,” she commenced the interrogation, “what were you thinking of while you were playing with your bird in that naughty way?”

There was a pause, then he began to answer in the same sobbing tone. “Please, Miss, I was thinking about your bum. It's so pretty.”

“How dare you,” the voice cracked like a whip in the silent room. “How do you know what my bum looks like? You've surely never seen it.”

“Please, Miss, one night while you were undressing for your bath, I peeped through a slit in the wall. I saw you with your back to me as you soaped and rinsed your pretty bum. The water made the pretty cheeks all shiny and nice and I wanted to rub it the way you were doing.”

“So, you're a spy in the bargain. Well, you dirty boy, I'll give your bare bum a rubbing but it won't be a pleasant one for you, I'll wager. Get over my lap.”

Before permitting him to do so though, Elizabeth raised her bottom from the bed and jerked her gown up high over her waist. The lap she commanded him to mount was her sleek, bare thighs.

With a last strangled sob, Harry was a very little boy as he draped hid bare body across the silken thighs to receive his spanking. His whole body trembled then. Really, he was no longer a man at all, but the young boy he pretended to be and a fear ran through him which sent his cock into a new state of excited hardness.

For a few moments, the woman patted and stroked his buttocks as she continued to scold him. Then, without a warning, her right hand raised and the palm slapped hard in the first spank.

Harry let out a little cry of pain and the big palm slapped hard on the other cheek. For a long time, while he cried and pleaded, she continued to spank his heaving bottom with her hand so that it turned a bright red hue.

There was a pause in the spanking then as she reached across his trembling body to pick up the strap. Bringing her hand back slowly, she permitted the strap to slide on the tingling buttocks as a warning of what was to come.

Gripping him tightly around the waist and raising her right leg to elevate his behind a little, Elizabeth brought the strap down with a stinging slap that wrenched a cry of pain from the boy.

Raising the strap, she watched as a line of deeper red blossomed against the color her hand had imparted to the cheek. She brought the strap down again.

After a half dozen stinging slaps with the strap, Elizabeth sensed that he would be content to have the beating end there and move on to other things. It was not going to be, though. She was enjoying it with a wonderful relish and could feel herself building toward climax.

Again and again the biting strap slapped the churning buttocks as Harry howled and begged for mercy. At last, dropping the strap, she rained a series of spanks all over both cheeks with her hand, then, gripping one cheek and squeezing with her fingers digging into the sensitized skin, her body lurched as she enjoyed a truly magnificent come.

Elizabeth rested for a little while, staring at the glowing buttocks and dreaming of what was yet to come. When she was ready, she stood the still sobbing Harry on his feet and began to undress. She was entirely nude so that he stared at the bare bum he had boasted of having seen while she bathed. He reacted to the sight not as a man, but as the little boy he still pretended to be.

“Now then, you terrible boy,” she looked over her shoulder as she spoke, “is this the bare bum you peeped at while I bathed?”

“Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed.

“Then I think you owe it an apology. You see, you beastly little boy,” she patted the curved cheeks as she spoke, “it is a very good bum and it doesn't get spanked as naughty bums do. Let it know you're sorry you peeped at it.”

“I don't know how,” he wailed.

“Then I'll show you, Harry. I'm going to kneel on the bed with my bum up. You are going to cover both cheeks with kisses, then you're going to part them very gently and kiss my hole. After you've kissed it, you're going to push your tongue deep inside and lick it until I tell you to stop. Do you understand that? Do you realize that if you don't do it well, my strap will sing again and your arse will be on fire?”

In a sobbing, little boy voice, Harry assured her that he understood what she meant and would do it even though he wasn't very happy about it.

Managing to hide her superior smile, Elizabeth lowered herself carefully onto the bed with her knees well apart so that her bare bum arched invitingly toward him.

Moments later, he was kneeling on the floor between her feet and she felt first his hands then his lips begin to graze over the silken skin of her buttocks. He covered both cheeks with kisses and when she reminded him sharply, his hands parted the smooth globes to bring the dark hole and all of the valley into view.

His kiss was tentative at first then his tongue was licking the full length of the valley and returning often to center on the tight hole.

More and more then, he licked the anus and began his task of pushing his tongue inside. Elizabeth felt fluids filling her bum crack and knew that he was bathing her as he had been instructed to do.

Only when her twat began to throb with hunger did it end. Turning over on the bed, she lay on her back with a wide smile of satisfaction as she parted her thighs wide, bent her knees and presented her cunny to him.

“Lick it and suck it, Harry. Make ma have a come or your arse will pay a terrible price. Suck me off so that I'm very contented or I'll use my strap on your arse once again. You won't like that, Harry. It will make you cry and plead. Start sucking. Suck… suck… suck…”

It was all the warning Harry needed. His buttocks still throbbed from the strapping and he wanted no more. Seconds later, his hands cupped her buttocks and drew up as his face pressed into the fragrant warmth of her hot, moist cunt.

As he sucked and licked, he made small eager noises which were a blend of the sobs still generated by the tingling in his behind and his growing passion as his mouth burrowed greedily into the softness of her warm, throbbing crotch which rewarded his seeking tongue as it lapped up the juices she provided in abundance.

When she came this time, Elizabeth went completely wild. Her thighs closed tightly around his face and she dragged him onto the bed as her body rubbed and jerked so that for a moment, it appeared she would suffocate Harry as he fought for breath in his silken trap of thighs, quim and buttocks.

When the two finally stopped writhing on the bed, he was lying on his back while she sat on him, the full curves of her bum rubbing his face, her heat consumed twat, rubbing against his nose, feeding him the aroma of aroused twat.

Sensing his overwhelming need for relief, Elizabeth moved along the bed and claimed his erect penis in her hand as he curled in the position of the womb. Gently, she began to stroke the stiff meat.

Under the circumstances, she reasoned, it would be out of the question to expect him to fuck her.

Instead, she cooed wordless comfort into his ear as her hand moved back and forth along the shaft of his cock in the gentle, maternal manner she was now so able to affect.

Before very long, his cock began to spurt and she watched the thick fluid splash onto his belly. As she continued to rub his weapon and produce more and more cream, her other hand rubbed it into his skin as if it were a soothing, healing balm that would restore his maturity.

It was and it did.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

Clyde attempted to concentrate on his studies, but it was difficult. If it hadn't been for the bad luck of the draw, he would have spent yesterday afternoon with Elizabeth and felt the thrill of possessing her mature body.