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My Sexy Secretary Self (Part Two)

17 May 2020 /

I have no idea how much work he did whilst my dripping cunt was on display for him. It felt so exhilarating to have his cum dripping from my cunt in full view, and I didn’t want to move as I didn’t want this to end.

But end it had to, and he eventually told me to get up and take a seat opposite him. As I went to sit down, I thought it was naughtiest to undo the cunt access zip and sit with my legs apart so that he could see. I adjusted my position, and he said that was perfect. The change of position had made my cunt start to ooze again, but I didn’t dare touch myself.

He started talking about the role as his secretary. Behaviour, appearance, and professionalism were all mentioned, as was making good judgement calls and he commended me on my judgement so far. He then went to say that the best secretary he ever worked with understood that she was an extension of him, and she was very good at thinking what would he want or like her to do, rather than what she would want or like to do. He said he would also help her when she didn’t do what he wanted to help her to understand and remember better for the future. I smiled, as I knew exactly what that meant – spankings. He had beautifully set the scenario up, like the film but better.

I said I understood, and he said he thought I did, because what I’d done so far was perfect. He then gave me a load of stuff to get on with and started work himself; after all, he was there to actually work.

I did a few tasks successfully, as he popped out of the office. When he returned, he had me bend over the desk again. This time, he licked down and back up my ass crack, and then focussed his tongue on my asshole, circling it as well as pushing his tongue against my pucker. After a sublime couple of minutes, he stopped licking and I felt a squirt of cold lube hit my asshole. I was going to turn round and look but decided a good secretary would just lie there and take it without turning a hair. He had his cock in his hand and was rubbing his cockhead against my asshole. Then I felt the smooth plastic of a lube syringe depositing a load of lube inside my asshole (the way we always do it), then he put a knee up on the desk and worked his cock head through my pucker and into my asshole. As usual, my ass was able to suck his cock the rest of the way in, and then he quickly started growing as he was rocking backwards and forwards. I sometimes need to ask him to slow down his rocking to slow down his growth, but I really didn’t want to here – I wanted to be a good secretary and just take his cock filling my ass.

When I made a slight gasp at his size, he did slow down a little but nevertheless carried on with his strokes. When he was massive, he whispered in my ear that he wanted us standing up, and we both started gently shifting position to standing. Once we were upright with his cock still in my ass and his rhythm re-established, he put his arms under mine and roughly grabbed a blouse-covered tit with each hand. Whilst he was roughly squeezing on my tits, he put his lower arms against my belly, and used them to hold me in place and to increase the drive into my ass by bracing me against them. I could hear from his breath that he was fighting again cumming, but after a good minute of driving hard, he could no longer resist, and I felt his cock repeatedly pulse and spew cum deep into my ass, and no sooner had the throbbing stopped than he shrank and slipped out of my asshole. He bent me back over the table and I felt him wipe his cock on my asshole (something he has never done before), then he told me to stay exactly as I was (as he said before), this time with a cummy asshole and a cummy cunt on display.

I was finding this so exhilarating, that when I did return to the tasks he gave me, I made a careless mistake. With my mind was too wrapped up in sex, I got the numbers 14 and 18 the wrong way round. It was easy to fix, but he thought I needed to take more care and needed something to remind me.

He had me bend over the desk (again!) and undid the zips to reveal my ass again. He ran his hand over my ass as he explained that I needed to say “18” 14 times and then he would spank a cheek each time. He said I needed to take care not to mess up. Well, I didn’t. He spanked each cheek of my ass with a full force hand seven times, producing a nice sting on each cheek.

Then just in front of my face, he put a black leather strip paddle on the desk, padded on one side and unpadded on the other. He said that the other half of my “aide memoire” was to say “14” 18 times and then he would spank across both cheeks each time with the padded side of the paddle.

At the time, it was the biggest spanking I had taken, and I was a little apprehensive, but I said with my best professional voice “I’m ready. 14” and he quickly accelerated the paddle into my ass, striking what I now know to be his favourite position right on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Ow, that fucking hurt, but I knew better than to move or say anything other than “14”. One by one the paddle rained down blows on my ass, all striking near enough the same position. I got to the end and said I had finished, but he told me I had messed up; I’d called out one too many “14”s, something he would usually repeat the whole “14”s exercise for, but as I was new, he would just administer 3 strokes with the hard side of the paddle, and this time, I was to be silent.

I have no idea how I didn’t cry out as each of the three strokes impacted with my ass. My ass was totally on fire, and I was a little delirious from the pain, but I was very happy.

He left me bent over the desk for a while, the heat radiating from my bright red ass. Usually after a spanking, I had a cuddle, but not in this scenario, he just left me on display. After I’d been there a while, he “sent me home”, as he said I’d done enough for one day. He said I needed to ask my husband when I got home to apply some moisturiser to my ass; something he willingly did, but only after spanking me a little more “because I probably deserved it”.

I love these roles and we return to them again and again. I love the dynamics and the mental aspects, and I love the fiery ass I almost certainly end up with.

A Love Of Spanking

25 September 2019 /

My husband sat upright on the chaise part of our sofa, and I bent over his knees and upper legs. My 34H tits hung down to the left side of his legs and my hands and elbows rested on the sofa on his left side (keeping my body horizontal). My feet touched the floor on his right, my legs spread so that my weight rested on his upper legs, and so that he had great access to my cunt. My white marble like ass was then proudly sticking up to the right, and his right hand gently stroked my ass cheeks.

The anticipation kills me every time. Just waiting the eternity for that first strike of his hand. I was ready. I wanted to be spanked. I needed to be spanked. This was a recreational spanking, a spanking for fun, not for control or discipline. We both spank each other, and today it is my turn to be spanked. I love the acts of contact, I love the attention my ass gets as he’s spanking me, I love the bright red ass in the mirror, I love my tits swinging in response to each contact and I love the throb that reminds me for many hours of what has happened to my poor defenceless ass. I even love that phrase “my poor defenceless ass”.

I felt his hand leave my ass and then a second later felt the full force of his hand landing on my right cheek. I sometimes count but didn’t this time. I wanted to focus on my ass. He hit his favourite spot, at the bottom on my cheeks in an up and under manoeuvre. The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth all hit the same spot on alternating cheeks with increasing force. This was the start of the warmup before he moved on to the main event; to the implements he had chosen.

I knew the drill – we’ve done this a lot. I stay in position. If I happen to move by the force of the strike, I have to retake the position as quickly as possible. I need to not say anything other than numbers or to answer a question, and I need to muffle and stifle as much other sound as possible. On no account do I try to protect my ass, either by moving it or with my hands. Once I bend over, he’s totally in charge. He decides how many strokes I get and with what implements.

He got to twenty on each cheek and started rubbing my ass with his hand, a sure-fire signal that I was in for a long spanking. We have found that if he rubs my ass occasionally with the hand or paddle, it means that I can take significantly more strokes. (Most of the time I want a higher number of strokes, even if they are delivered with a less painful implement). The act of rubbing seems to rub the pain across my cheeks, allowing them to take more punishment.

After about 30 seconds of rubbing with his hand, he started again, each stroke as deliberate and forceful as the previous one, each stroke delivered precisely to that same area. I looked across at him and smiled at the concentration on his face. He enjoys spanking me as much as I love being spanked.

To deliver a good spanking is skilful, and over time he’s honed his technique to what gets me going. Slow and deliberate strokes, each delivered with a maximum force are much more effective than quick rhythmic strokes. The slowness gives the effects of the stroke time to take hold, helping to build that fire that denotes a good spanking.

He reached forty strokes with his hand on each cheek and again rubbed at my cheeks, before switching hands and rubbing my cheeks with his left hand and dropping his right hand between my legs to sample how wet my cunt was. He called me a slut because of how sticky a spanking made my cunt and he sucked my wet sticky juices off his fingers, before playing with my cunt for a bit. He wouldn’t let me cum, as if I did, a switch would flick in my head, and I wouldn’t want any more strokes. No, it was in his interest to keep me wet and excited, nearing orgasm but not getting there.

When he thought I’d had my cunt played with enough, he picked up my go to paddle. It is purple satin, with a hard side and a soft side, and the soft side was his next warm up phase.

The feeling of the soft side is different from his hand. It is a more even contact, with the force over a smaller area than the hand. He said my ass was starting to go a nice pink colour. He knew I always want a proper red, and he knew what he had to do.

I glanced up at the big screen on the wall. He had two webcams set up, one pointing at my tits (so that he could watch them swing away in time with each stroke), and another pointing square on to my ass and cunt (so that I could see first-hand how red my ass was without moving off my comfortable position).

The paddle contacted both cheeks at the same time, and we were back to slow deliberate high-power thwacks. He accelerated the paddle head all the way down and stopped its progress only with my poor ass. Twenty of those were followed by a rubbing of my cheeks with the paddle. The caress is different with a paddle too – it is rougher and less sensual – it is almost a warning of strokes yet to come. My ass was starting to sting now, but there was a long way to go before this spanking was completed. Once the thirty seconds is over, he started with the full thwacks again.

The final twenty with the soft side of the paddle led to more left-handed rubbing and right-handed cunt playing. I was very slick by then, and he spent a few minutes getting his hand sticky with my juices, then licking them off. If Victoria was here, her mouth would be licking and sucking at my cunt, but he didn’t want to move me to do so himself.

Once upon a time, that would have been enough of a spanking, but not now. I still have the final part of the warmup to do, twenty thwacks with the hard side, more ass rubbing and another twenty with the hard side. By this time, each strike with the paddle certainly got my attention, and my ass was getting a deeper pink all the time.

He took another chance to scoop my cunt juices out, whilst soothing my ass with his left hand. I knew I’d been spanked, and he judged that I was suitably warmed up, so it was time to start the main event. I was desperate for some cunt relief (but I wasn’t about to get an orgasm) and some ass relief would have been nice (but my poor defenceless ass was going to get more punishment not relief).

I was about to find out what he was going to use on my poor defenceless ass now. It was expecting more painful and more unforgiving. I was breathing quite heavily, a mix of my heightened sexual situation and the anticipation of the working over my ass was about to receive. The anticipation kills me every time.

Two Peggers Are Better Than One (Part Two)

11 March 2019 /

Victoria gently pushed the tip of her strap-on dildo into my husband’s asshole, gently rocking backwards and forwards pushing it in a little further with each rock until the balls were nudging against his ass cheeks. She pulled the cock almost out of his asshole again, and I inserted a lube syringe through his asshole as well, depositing a good supply of lube. Then, with some force, she rammed the dildo all the way in again, making my husband yelp. And so, she began a forceful and unforgiving pegging session. She had much more stamina than me and could therefore repeatedly and rhythmically fuck his asshole with the entire length of the dildo, occasionally stopping to ram in hard against his ass.

Whilst I was watching this relentless assault on his poor defenceless asshole, I slipped my hand down behind my harness to my cunt, pushing three fingers into my cunt and then flicking at my already swollen clit with my thumb. I orgasmed almost immediately and did so several times as I watched the mesmerising display.

After about half an hour, she signalled to me that she needed a break, and to prepare the butt plug. This was a sizeable butt plug, which I lubed up in preparation. With almost military precision, she slipped the cock out of his ass and I jammed the lubed butt plug in. I would usually be more gentle, but this session wasn’t about being gentle.

I got him to change position to kneel on a cushion on the floor and be bent over the foot of the chaise. His ass pointed out and up and formed a fabulous target for our paddle. My husband likes being spanked, but he likes being spanked with the paddle hitting a butt plug even more. This butt plug was large and rigid, so each time we made contact with it (and his ass cheeks), it felt like it was ripping his asshole apart. Victoria and I each did ten strokes contacting the butt plug with the soft side of the paddle, then another ten with the hard side.

Then she re-lubed her strap-on, removed the butt plug and began fucking his asshole again. This was my cue to replace my small strap-on with the monster. He’d selected his next strap-on, but he had no idea that I had bought it. It is important when you get to these sizes to go up in small increments, so his next selection was a PVC model with a 7 inch circumference (3/4 inch larger than Adam) and a nine inch insertable length (up two inches).

Now previously, we have worked up to a new dildo in stages, so I thought he may well not be able to take its whole length (especially at that large a girth), but he will be able to take some of it, which I thought was a good way to mark the anniversary.

Victoria carried on repeating her pattern of vigorous fucking with occasional hard slams, right up until the alarm went off on my watch. It was ten minutes before the time of the challenge, so I finished lubing up the monster and indicated to Victoria I was ready.

She pulled out and clambered off, and I briefly saw the fabulous sight of his asshole gaping. I lined up the massive new cock and started nudging it into his asshole. The cockhead pushed through his pucker quite quickly, but by the time his pucker closed around the shaft, he realised that this was the biggest he had tried yet. I was just rocking a few millimetres backwards and forwards, getting his asshole used to the larger girth of the dildo. I leant over him, giving Victoria an excellent view of the invasion happening, and began whispering in his ear, telling him how large the dildo was, how much he was going to take and how large were the dildos I was looking at that I intended to train his ass to take. Victoria nudged a lube syringe in his asshole as well to add more lube, and I started rocking, pushing it in a little more, still with small movements.

I checked with the clock – five minutes to go. I thought I had a chance of getting it all the way in, although I knew I wouldn’t be able to do hard thrusting until he had had a few more training sessions. I carried on nudging it in, making him yelp as I pushed it further and further in. His asshole really does have an amazing ability to take size and punishment, and he is turning into a girth queen. Victoria announced I was half way in, so I had to pick up the pace. I slightly increased the size of my movements; he was making those noises that could be either pleasure or pain. Just as it got to two minutes to go, he announced that he could feel balls touching his ass cheeks. I stopped rocking and gently held it all the way in, and waited there for a good few seconds, before starting a larger but still gentle out and in motion. As the alarm for the time went off, I was gently withdrawing then inserting about half the length of the dildo, ending up with the balls touching his ass, so it was the full nine inches in.

At some point, I would be able to vigorously peg him with this strap-on dildo, but not today. I stopped with the dildo fully buried in his asshole, and Victoria undid the harness, leaving the harness dangling off the dildo buried in his ass. We left him like that for fifteen minutes; I’ve always felt that leaving the dildo fully in is an important part of training him to be vigorously fucked by it.

After that time, we returned to the room. Victoria lubed up the butt plug, telling him about his last round of spanking for the evening, and when she was ready, I quickly pulled out the strap-on and she jammed in the butt plug, even more roughly than I did.  We then started spanking with the hard side of the paddle, ten each in the up and under position he really likes, then ten each across the butt plug, ten more each up and under and finishing with ten each across the butt plug. His ass was fiery red, and we sat admiring the glow.

Then, we got him up. He was indeed a mess. His groin was covered in cum, as was the bed. I licked it off the bed, Victoria off his legs and stomach, and we shared the clean-up of his cock. There was a lot of cum for him, so we knew he had had a very good time. He was exhausted though, totally burned out. So, all he could manage was to slump in a chair, barely able to keep awake.

Victoria and I were both horny as hell and needed relief, and he was no use, so we had a sofa and we had an audience. What else are two horny girls meant to do? One thing for certain, he didn’t drift off to sleep for quite a while – there was a fantastic show to see!

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