Shadow Lane Volume 3: The Romance of Discipline, Spanking, Sex, B&D and Anal Eroticism in a Small New England Village. Eve Howard

if I didn’t know you better I’d think you wore this school girl outfit to soften me up,” he said, continuing to fondle her bottom, now by putting his hand up under her skirt to caress the cool, bare flesh of her thighs above her stocking tops.

      “No,” she disagreed, “I wore it to make you harder.”

      “Don’t be impertinent,” he warned, giving her a hard smack.

      “Ow!”

      “Ow is right. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” he refamiliarized himself with her perfectly rounded, though now quite muscular bottom by spanking her over her skirt a couple of dozen swats, until Damaris felt the warmth spread across the entire surface of her buttocks beneath her skirt and panties. Grasping the rungs of the chair with both hands she surrendered to the delirious pleasure of receiving a sound spanking from this handsome, kind and caring man. Spasms of excitement rippled through her tummy and pubic mound, which were pressed so flat against his rock hard thighs as he brought his hand down again and again on her upturned buttocks.

      A spanking on the skirt contains a spontaneous glamour. It had always worked on Damaris like an aphrodisiac. How kind and loving he was to treat her like this. His hand coming down felt effective and stern, though the pain was not severe. She loved the way he held her, so firmly across his lap, with his hand locked upon her small waist.

      “I remember your bottom being slightly more voluptuous than this,” he remarked, finally pausing to lift her skirt. She helped him by raising herself up on his lap, allowed herself one look back at him. “You’ve lost quite a bit of weight, I think.”

      “Is it all right?” she asked timidly.

      He ran his hand across the mounds of her bottom, now beautifully encased in a pair of sheer black briefs and framed by a matching black garter belt, which held up her sheer black hose. Working out and running had changed her hourglass figure into a more modern, athletic one. Her waist was tinier than ever, but now her bottom was almost slim, though it still jutted nicely and filled out the snug briefs to perfection.

      “It’s much prettier than I remember it,” William approved, fitness being his only religion. “And I remember it being the prettiest bottom I’d ever seen.” This unexpected bit of eloquence touched Damaris deeply and she cast him a grateful glance over one delicate shoulder. He paused in caressing her bottom to lean down and kiss her mouth. Then he pulled away and smoothed her hair back so as to fully reveal her profile.

      Of mixed Puerto Rican descent, Damaris possessed the black hair and ivory complexion of a princess. The black nylon panties, so classically sheer, revealed the rosy tinge, which his hand had already imparted to her tender alabaster skin. He was frankly surprised by the lush hue of pink that the spanking had already produced.

      “I wish I didn’t have to do this, Damaris,” he signed, “but you committed a crime and then got off Scott free. We both know that was wrong. We went on for a couple of years trying to ignore it, but now justice must be served.” He slowly pulled her panties down to her upper thighs, laying bare her radiant bottom for the first time. She caught her breath as he did so. “Now, Damaris, you knew that I would have to pull your panties down to spank you properly, didn’t you?”

      “Yes,” she murmured, fastening her eyes to the grey carpet and steeling herself for the first blow.

      “This is going to hurt,” he warned her, which caused her to emit an involuntary little sob. “You’re getting fifty of the best,” he informed her and immediately began to spank her, both harder and faster than before, in such a way that had her kicking and squirming on his lap almost at once. Each smack caused a cry of pain to issue from her lips. His hard, calloused, palm hurt much more on her bare bottom, which had already been made tender from the spanking on her skirt. William stopped after ten smacks.

      “Damaris hold still and stop making a fuss. This is nothing compared to what you should get for what you did so take it and be grateful that you’re getting off so lightly,” he advised her sternly and commenced spanking her again. This time she concentrated all of her resolve on remaining in position and not crying out, though she couldn’t prevent a whimper from escaping her lips every second or third smack. “You’ve been a very disappointing little girl,” William scolded, while spanking her harder still. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” he continued, laying on the final ten whacks, more slowly, but with even greater severity. By the time the last stroke fell, she had already dissolved into tears.

      William pulled her panties back up and set her on her feet.

      “Because of the gravity of your offense, additional penance is required,” he informed the tearful submissive, who could not help but rub her well-marked bottom with both hands. “Get down on your knees, young lady,” he told her, unzipping his trousers. “There’s more to discipline than spanking,” he said, pulling out his long, thick, circumcised penis. “Now behave like a proper penitent,” he instructed. Damaris had never been asked to give him head before and it had also been years since she had seen his large cock, therefore she approached it as gingerly as she would a wild woodland creature.

      “Just a minute,” he stopped her as she began to reach for him. “Go and get the strap I used on your hands and bring it here to me.” Damaris obeyed him quickly, bringing him the school strap and then getting back into position. Grasping the strap by the handle he leaned forward in the chair and allowed her to capture his penis between her small, soft and so recently punished hands and bring it to her full, red mouth. William pulled her skirt up in back and laid the strap against her sheer black panties.

      For a few moments he let her play with the knob of his cock, licking it and encircling it with her tongue. Then he pulled it out of her mouth and raised her chin to make her look at him.

      “Haven’t you ever given head before?” he asked her.

      “Yes,” she replied, wide eyed. “But not frequently.”

      “Apparently not,” he snorted, leaned forward and applied the strap to her bottom hard three times as she hid her face against his shirtfront. Then he pulled away and placed his cock between her hands once more.

      “Suck it this time,” he told her coolly. Humiliated and aroused, Damaris opened her mouth to accept his large cock and did her best to honor it. “That’s a good girl,” he told her. “If you keep it wet and work it up and down with your hands, you’ll find it much easier,” he recommended, allowing the strap to fall to the ground. For a full five minutes he allowed her to struggle with his swollen organ, of which she was able to enfold perhaps a third within her small mouth. At last he said, “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” She nodded, looking up at him with enormous eyes. It was enough. He had every intention of ejaculating into her mouth, but the white blouse and grey jumper stopped him. “Take it in your hands now,” he told her, suddenly pulling free. With her darling little hands wrapped around him, pumping his slick engine fast, a copious flow of white lava erupted forthwith from his cock. It was such a large amount, indeed, that he was very glad he hadn’t gagged his little friend with it.

      In a moment, when he had recovered, he stuffed his still hard dick back into his trousers and made himself decent again. He then helped Damaris to her feet and told her to go and wash her hands. When she returned to him he motioned her to his desk.