Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

Being spanked, Harry decided, was, in spite of the terrible sting, a wonderfully thrilling experience. Her voice was strong and firm and that too made it more exciting. He had never known a woman such as this and wanted this to go on forever.

But it didn't. Even before he expected it, she stopped spanking and walked to the bed with her hand gripping his arm so tightly that it brought fresh tears to his eyes as it hurt even more than the tingling in his bum.

Sitting on the bed and having Harry stand before her holding his shirt up, the woman began to question him at length. Her skillful questions elicited the fact that the boy had never previously seen a female body, had never felt or seen a spanking until then, and that he had been so excited at watching Mildred that his bird had become stiff and he had pulled it until it spurted.

Moments later, Harry was kneeling as the woman turned her back to him. Making good the threat she had just issued, she pulled her skirts up high above her arse. She wore no bloomers and Harry stared at the naked bum just inches from his perspiring face.

“Start kissing,” she demanded. She bent so that the big cheeks curved against his trembling mouth.

For a little while, Harry was content to feel the silken smooth cheeks against his lips, but it was soon made clear that she wanted more. Reaching behind with both hands, she parted the heavy cheeks and bared the crack and the tight, dark hole.

Following her stern orders, Harry pressed his hot mouth into the shadowy valley and, while she directed, he licked and sucked as the mature body writhed against his face with a passion he could feel without understanding completely.

When she took her arse away from him, Harry felt a sense of loss and privation. Overcoming his nervousness, he had come to enjoy licking and sucking a woman that way. Never would he have guessed how lovely and exciting a bare arse could be.

But the woman wasn't finished with him yet. Pulling her gown even higher, she fell back on the bed and curtly ordered him to kneel before her. When he had done so, she slowly parted her legs wide and began to raise them over her body.

Harry thought his pounding heart would crush his ribs as he stared into her crotch at the mysterious looking gap that was her cunt. The lips looked thick and filled with blood. There was a moisture there that he could detect and from it there wafted an aroma that was completely different to anything he had ever known. It was at the same time, both exciting and sickening.

The woman gave him just a little time to view it before he saw her hands reaching to touch it. While he watched in stunned amazement, she placed her fingers into the softness of it and parted what appeared to be thick, soft lips. He saw the wet redness inside and was able to sense that it was terribly hot and sticky there.

He began to cry when she ordered him to press his mouth against it to kiss and suck, but the tone of her command was such that refusal was out of the question.

Pressing his mouth quickly into the hot patch of open flesh, he inhaled and drew back as if stung by what he had tasted and smelled.

“Get your mouth into it and start sucking or I'll tear your arse to shreds with a whip,” she almost screamed.

Filled with terror, the boy brought his trembling lips back to the steaming cunny and began to lick it. After a little while, he got used to the smell and the taste so that he could go on with the job, but he still didn't like it at all.

He wished she would turn over and give him her lovely smooth bum to lick again, but it was obvious that she was not going to do so.

Holding back the rising tide of revulsion that filled and soured his stomach, Harry kept licking deep inside her and feeling his mouth fill with fluid until he had to gulp it down to keep from choking.

And then it changed and her unbelievably silken thighs started to massage his cheeks so that she almost smothered him. Her body raised off the bed and her cunt rubbed hard against his trapped mouth.

For a few seconds, she trembled all over, then she let out a long drawn moan so that the boy thought she was dying. He shuddered at the thought of being trapped like that with his mouth pressed into the slit in the belly of a dead woman who would turn cold and ugly. He was still shivering when the moaning stopped and, opening her legs, she released him and pushed him away.

He fell to the floor and she dropped beside him. He watched her licking her lips.

“So you like to make juice come out of your cock, do you?” she asked. “Then I'll show you how it's done.”

She knelt astride his body with her bum curved just above his face. Without being able to see what was happening, he knew what she was doing when her mouth closed around the head of his dick and began sliding up and down the small, rigid pole which was drawn deep into her moist, warm mouth.

After a few such motions, the woman drew back the skin of his bird and bared the sensitive head. Her lips closed tightly around it and she began to suck. Despite his having shot his cream so recently, Harry felt it all building up again for an explosion he knew would be wilder than anything he had ever known.

It began to happen then and she trapped him there when he tried to tear his cock away. Her mouth held him tightly, her crotch pressed down on his face, smothering him with flesh and the smell of woman cunt and arse.

His cock wasn't spurting now, she was draining it with her sucking motion, draining not just the cock, but deep into his belly so that he became weak and knew he was going to faint.

He did.

When Harry woke, the woman was sitting on the bed smiling at him in a strange way. Her gown was pulled high and one finger moved back and forth inside her open cunny.

After a little while, she threw her head back, moaned again and closed her thighs tightly trapping her finger inside. Harry guessed the same thing was happening as when he had done that to her with his mouth.

His stomach was still sour and heaving. His arms and legs felt weak. Still, he told himself, he had to get away before she killed him.

While she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed, Harry forced himself to his feet and pulled his trousers up into place. Moving quietly, he crept to the door, threw it open and began running.

He was vaguely aware of hearing his friend calling to him, but he didn't stop to answer.

Outside, the air seemed raw and chilly but it helped to give him strength. He ran all the way home, his mind filled with ugly, evil smelling pictures of a woman with her legs apart and her cunt open and spewing out the vile odor and taste.

Harry had to stop before reaching his house. For a long time his stomach heaved until it was empty of everything but the smell and the memory. On weakened legs, he made the rest of the trip home and fell onto his bed.

His first taste of woman had been enough to cure him. He avoided his friend after that and had nothing more to do with him.

In time, his memory managed to conjure up a picture of Mildred being spanked on her lovely, bouncing bare bum. It was lovely and exciting. When he persisted too long with the image though, it was replaced by one of her mother. That one always terrified him.

Spanking, he decided, was a lovely thing, especially to watch. If only it could be done without all the other things the woman had done.

After that, he was carefully selective about his dreams. Always, a lovely girl or woman was being spanked. She was crying as the firm hand spanked her bare bum and the firm voice scolded.

Outside his daydreams though, Harry made no attempt to find such excitement. The price demanded had been too high and convinced him that women were dirty, evil smelling creatures.

He found contentment by pulling his bird and thinking of girlish bums being spanked red and hot.