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He took his fingers away much too soon and when I voiced the tiniest of desires that he put it back he gave me a swat that would've knocked me over if I wasn't braced against the wall. I really yelped but believe it or not, I stayed right where I was so he had a clear path for the next one. Luckily he seemed to think one was enough and I was very thankful when he said I could stand up and turn around. As if I didn't understand why I got the last swat he reminded me that he would be the only one to decide where, when and how long he was going to touch me. Then he told me to take a shower and if I wasn't downstairs in ten minutes I could expect an immediate session over his knee. That was the fastest shower I ever took and with a minute to spare I was starting in on the chores. I saw him look at his watch and go back upstairs. When he came back down he was carrying the hairbrush and I started crying but he assured me that the end I was worried about was not where he intended to use it. In my rush to comply with his order I didn't take time to do anything with my hair and he wanted me to look pretty so he let me kneel at his feet as he used it for its primary purpose. It felt so wonderful to have someone brush my hair and believe it or not, being naked while a fully clothed boy did the brushing felt so right. He was no longer just my favorite fantasy lover, he was actually my master for the day. When he was done he told me to put the hairbrush away and I was very relieved as I ran up the stairs to get it out of sight before he got other ideas for it.
I went back to work but it took a long time to complete the chores because of all the interruptions. I don't know how many times he thought what I was doing was not nearly as important as his desire to explore every inch of me but damn him, he always stopped before I could reap the rewards of that kind of contact and left me wanting more. Then he wanted me to pose for him and it seemed to please him to know he was making me assume obscene positions that truly embarrassed me. However, if truth be told, in spite of how ashamed I felt to put myself on display for him I was constantly turned on and happy to be his slave. That feeling persisted even when he reminded me of how much fun he was going to have giving me the next spanking. I reiterated my commitment to let him have total access to my body and it still included his right to see that my bottom remembered that it had a part to play in my punishment. All through the morning I was his toy to play with and more than once when he had me laying back on the floor with my legs wide open and my bottom thrust up for his perusal. In spite of his earlier admonition that I had no say in how I was touched he seemed to enjoy it when I begged him to let his hands explore what I was offering to his eyes. He didn't punish me for expressing my desires but would just grin and walk away. I think that was about the worst. He would leave me showing off what I desperately wanted to give him while he ignored it.
When he announced that it was time for lunch that I remembered it was I was scheduled to get my other spanking. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to remind him or not. Part of me, the part where his hand would connect, said to keep quiet and for the moment the rest of me agreed. He didn't say anything about it while we made the sandwiches and set out the rest of the food but when I put the last item on the table I noticed that he had pushed his chair away from the table so there was plenty of room for me on his lap. Without a word I walked to him and draped myself over his thighs.
This was going to be my third spanking from him but the first time I was in the proper position voluntarily. He had already shown how capable he could be at administering rather painful discipline so I knew it was going to hurt but for some reason, I wasn't scared. When he asked if my bottom still hurt I said it was still stinging a little but that wasn't good enough for a girl being punished. As if that wasn't enough he then asked what I thought would be a solution to the problem. He was actually going to make me ask for the spanking in more explicit terms. As I said, I wasn't afraid of the spanking itself but aside from the fact that I had spent the morning as his private naked sex object it was very embarrassing to form my polite request. I only considered the question for a moment before, with the same submissive instinct that kept me from covering myself when I first stood in front of him without my clothes, I apologized for being impertinent and asked him to give me a good spanking..
Wow! He had learned more than one lesson over his mother's knee. In addition to getting a better understanding of proper behavior he picked up her method for delivering a truly proper spanking. When Mom spanked me with a wooden spoon she would snap the flat part against me very fast. It didn't cover much skin with any one swat but I would end up with the equivalent of what felt like hundreds of tiny bee stings. As I mentioned earlier, Dad, on the other hand, would just start walloping right away and continue at steady pace until I was almost too weak to cry. Aunt Joan had a different approach to spanking and that's what rubbed off on Dave. Although he didn't use my hairbrush, his first two spankings were more like father's in that he struck hard and fast but he showed his family heritage with this one.
First a really good swat to make sure I was fully in contact with his lap and to get my attention. Next comes a large number of rapid-fire spanks to give my bottom the best preparation for the final series. Those are very hard and spaced far enough apart to let me fully appreciate each one but the time between them was not consistent so I could never accurately predict when the next one would land. The exact location of the impact was seemingly random but eventually every square inch of available surface had its share of punishment many times over. The important thing is that the spanking not be rushed. I definitely did not agree with any of those techniques but I had no choice in the matter. Especially in the last one. The length of time my bottom was subject to his discipline was controlled entirely by him and all I can say is that it seemed like forever. His mother would've been proud of him. I don't know how I did it but I managed to keep my hands clenched on the legs of the chair during the whole thing and didn't reach back to protect myself even once. In the final analysis, I was hurting as bad as I did the night before after my time under the hairbrush.
He let me stay on his lap until I could get my crying under control which took quite a few minutes and when I got up I meekly thanked him for seeing to it that my bottom was punished properly. He said it was his pleasure and he was looking forward to the next time he had me over his knee. I hoped he was talking about the spanking he was scheduled to give me the next evening but in my heart I knew if he wanted to, he could find some excuse to punish me again and more importantly, I also knew I would submit to it without arguing. Then I sat down to eat. This was the first time in my life that I had to sit down on a hard chair right after getting a spanking and the one I just received was one of the best or worse depending on your point of view. Either way, it was agony and he had a good time watching me wince and squirm during the entire meal. After lunch he said he had an errand to run but I was to clean up the kitchen and then I could relax anyway I chose. First, however, he wanted to get another good look at the results of his handiwork so I got up from the chair which was a relief and bent over to present it for his approval. I squealed but remained in position when he gave both cheeks a couple of hard squeezes.
After I got the kitchen back in order I tried reading a book. Sitting on the couch was a big mistake even with the cushions so I stretched out face down on the floor. Try as I might I couldn't keep my mind on the novel. All I could think of was how it had been to be his naked plaything all morning and wondered what sort of things he would make me do when he returned. All kinds of humiliating and exciting ideas ran through my head and I considered what it would be like if he kept me as his slave all week. Then there would be plenty of time for him to do all those things I was imagining and maybe I could suggest a few if he didn't think of them first.
You can't be kept on the edge of orgasm all day and have thoughts like that and not do something about it so I rolled on my back and the discomfort of having my poor bottom rub against the carpet just added fuel to the fire as I let my fingers do the walking and pinching and probing and was really having a good time when I realized he was standing in the room watching me. I yanked my hands away but he told me to go back to what I was doing so he could watch the whole show. He had overcome my inhibitions about everything else but I was too embarrassed to masturbate in front of him.
He spoke very quietly like he did upstairs in my room earlier and told me to bring him the hairbrush. I quickly told him I had just gotten over my embarrassment and put one hand back on my breast and the other down below but he just shook his head and repeated his command. I crawled over and begged him to reconsider but his answer was to sit down and drag me over his knee for my fourth spanking of the day. If I thought a hand spanking the morning after one of my Dad's hairbrush sessions was bad, it was nothing like getting one less than an hour after the spanking from hell he gave me in the kitchen. I finally agreed to get the hairbrush and scurried to do so even though I was in more fear than I had ever felt before. It's true a very sore backside makes you obedient but it took a superhuman effort for me to hand him the hairbrush.
I expected to be led over his lap any second but he said I had a choice. He could use the flat side on my end or I could get back on the floor and use the handle in me. To be honest it wasn't the first time I had wrapped more than my hand around my trusty brush handle. Although I was technically a virgin my wooden friend had taken care of my hymen long ago. Remember, I told you that thing was good for more than organizing my hair and spanking me. I knew just how good it felt to have it inside me which is why I was so eager to feel the real thing but that chance had already passed. However, that wasn't the point right then. The question was could I do it in front of him. Given the alternative I had no choice. Besides, having him here as my stern master had me turned on again and seeing the erection in his pants starting to grow sealed the bargain. There was no doubt now, he had conquered me completely and if my Master wanted to see me moan and groan as I shoved that thing in and out I was happy to do it. I took the brush and went back on the floor.
I lay so the area where the handle was going to penetrate was towards him and opened my legs very wide. One stroke with a finger told me what I already knew. No foreplay was necessary. I jammed it deep into me. Oh it felt so good as I moved it in and out and back and forth. My free hand was busy on my breasts and I could see him watching me so I played it for it was worth. Between my moans I was said I was imagining his fingers pulling and pinching my nipples and his mouth biting them so hard it almost hurt and something of his that was much larger the this puny hairbrush splitting me in two. I closed my eyes as I continued along this vein and was in heaven when I felt him pull it out of my hand. I cried, "No! Not again. Please let me finish." How could he be so mean?
I opened my eyes and was about to plead for relief when I noticed he had removed all his clothes and threw something down on the floor next to my face. I saw an empty condom package and looked back at the wonderful rubber covered thing descending to the floor attached to a guy with a big smile on his face. That was the errand he went on and just as I thought, he was bigger than the brush handle and much, much better. In spite of how much it hurt when he put his weight on me and my bottom rubbed against the carpet I came almost immediately. It felt like my head was exploding but he kept right on pounding away at me and I was off towards heaven again. My expectation of losing my virginity was off by a couple of hours but this was worth the wait. I felt like I was having a continuous orgasm and then he attacked with a terrible ferocity that sent me over the edge as I felt his final irregular thrusts.
I was exhausted and so very happy. I didn't want to move but he made me stand and led me upstairs. One of my chores was to make the bed this morning and now it looked like I would have to do it again as he pulled down the covers but who was complaining? We snuggled for a while and the hugs turned to kissing and the kissing turned to petting and the petting turned to... Well, you get the idea. That's when I found out he bought more than one rubber and we put number two to good use.
After resting awhile we got up and I made the bed a second time before meeting him downstairs. We played cards for an hour or so and except for the fact that we were both naked, it was just a couple of friends having a good time together. The naughty little girl/slave business had been forgotten while we played but then I looked at the clock. I got up and went over to kneel next to him. Our eyes met and he gave me a big smile as he took my hand and held it gently. I reminded him that his Mom would be home soon and he should get dressed and I should put my underwear on although if I had my way I would stay naked for him all night. That got me a great kiss and as we walked up the stairs he said, "Would you feel the same way about being nude tomorrow and for the rest of the week?"
I smiled and said that if he thought I had been so naughty as to need a whole week of correction then I would submit to whatever forms of discipline he felt necessary. I remembered some of the things I had been thinking about during his absence and added, "You should probably make sure I learn my lessons in obedience by ordering me to do whatever you'd like me to do. There are more ways to punish than just spanking although I expect you'll want to do that too. At lunch you said you're looking forward to seeing me over your lap again and I can't say I'm as enthusiastic about being there again my promise to give you complete access to my body still stands. That includes making my bottom available for punishment above and beyond the one your mother wants you to give me tomorrow night." Well, there it was. I had told him to keep me as his slave and given my permission (as if he needed it) to do whatever he wanted with or to me. He accepted my offer with another wonderful kiss and if his mother wasn't going to be home soon I would've dragged him into bed to use up another condom.
Once we were dressed we went back to the card game. Something I still don't understand is why I was so embarrassed to have him see me wearing only my bra and panties. After all, I had been naked all day and compared to that I was way overdressed. It helped a little to think of it as part of my slave duties. I had posed in the most obscene positions at his command and this was just another humiliation I had to go through. However, I wasn't looking forward to Aunt Joan seeing me so scantily clad. That was going to be really mortifying. My time to worry ended when we heard her drive up.
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