Shaking her head more confused than ever, she reached for her skirt and blouse to put them on, without any underwear. She felt so naughty standing there looking at herself in the mirror, knowing her pussy was bare underneath the skirt and seeing the faint outline of her semi-erect nipples poking through the blouse. 'What would Stacey think if she knew?' Mrs. Clark asked herself. Slipping on a pair of heels, Mrs. Clark hurried out of the bedroom, not wanting to take too long and risk upsetting Greg.Downstairs she peered nervously around the corner and saw Greg and Stacey seated at the kitchen table, eating bowls of cereal and having an amiable conversation, taking a deep breath she walked into the kitchen, kissed her ******** on the head, and then quickly headed to the stove; ostensibly to offer to make breakfast for anyone, should they wish it but in reality, she wanted to hide the fact that her nipples were prominently poking through her blouse and her face was red with embarrassment. When Stacey and Greg indicated that they did not want anything made for breakfast, she busied herself to make some eggs and toast for herself. While working at the stove, Stacey informed her, "I'm heading to the beach today with Carol and Joan and will probably be back around 5 pm," Dropping her dirty bowl into the sink, Stacey gave her mom a kiss on the cheek, grabbed her day bag and towel, and rushed out the door.
Once Greg heard the car pull out of the driveway, he cleared his throat and began giving Mrs. Clark directions, "All right, Anne, turn around and walk over here," pointing to the floor in the middle of the kitchen. On wobbly legs, Anne shuffled over to the spot indicated, head bent low, unable to make eye contact. "Now remove all of your clothing, Anne," Blushing furiously, Anne reached up, and, with horribly shaking hands, began to undo the buttons of her blouse. When the last one was undone, she hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh of resignation, her shoulders slumping in defeat, she shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Her naked breasts, with nipples now as hard as rocks, stood prominently on display for her tormentor to see. As humiliated as she was, the weird, twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. It seemed to push her on, forcing her to comply with his demands. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt, and again, with the slightest of hesitations, she began to shimmy the skirt down her hips. When the newly shaven lips of her vagina came into view, Anne blushed an even deeper color red, which spread down her neck onto the tops of her shoulders. Once the skirt was past her thighs, Anne let gravity do the rest allowing it to fall to her feet and stepped to the side with one foot, she used the other to lightly kick the skirt away.
There she stood, completely naked, before her 18-year-old tormentor, save for a pair of fuck-me heels. With great effort, Anne fought the urge to cover her newly shaved pussy keeping her hands firmly at her side. Sensing Greg's eyes upon her, she could not bear to look up, she could only bite her lip and hover in that emotional space somewhere between excitement and crying as she nervously awaited his next order. Hearing his chair slide back from the table as he rose to his feet that weird twisting feeling in her stomach began to increase as she waited nervously unable to raise her head and look at him she resigned herself to looking at his feet and following their movements.
Had she taken a moment to look up, she would have seen the enormous, shit-eating grin plastered across Greg's face. He looked like a kid in a candy store who had just been told he could have anything he wanted, and as much of it as he wanted. His eyes took in every inch of her body, as he slowly circled her, nodding his head appreciatively at what he saw. He hadn't thought it possible, but for an 'older' woman, Mrs. Clark had an amazing body. Her breasts were still firm and supple, with no evidence of sagging, her nipples, when erect, stood out prominently as if begging for attention. Moving down, she had a nice tight stomach and petite waist which flared beautifully at the hips, accentuating her gorgeously shaped ass. Her legs were lean and slender a perfect end to a perfect body. Aside from being a few inches taller than Stacey, she was a mirror image. Leaving her standing there, Greg walked over to the counter and, rifling through one of the drawers, pulled out the implement he was looking for, he had seen Mrs. Clark use this wooden spoon often as she cooked but had never thought about using it in the manner he had planned. Smacking it several times into the palm of his hand, Greg marveled at the sound it made and the stinging sensation it left behind. With nervous anticipation, Greg stepped in front of Mrs. Clark and said, "Now, Anne, for wearing inappropriate clothing this morning, you are going to be punished."
"But I...You never..." she began to stammer.
"Enough with your blubbering!" Greg shouted, cutting her off mid-sentence. "You were already told not to wear that clothing, and yet you chose to willfully disobey me. You obviously need to be taught a lesson, and I intend to teach that lesson now." Mrs. Clark wanted to argue with him, wanted to fight what was happening to her, but that sick feeling in her stomach kept getting stronger she felt her willpower quickly draining away into submission. She could only stand there, head lowered, shaking like a leaf, waiting for his next command. As scared and nervous as she was, she was also feeling the excitement building from somewhere deep within her.
"Now, Anne, your punishment is not going to be pleasant, I'm not going to lie to you; it's going to hurt like hell, but I need to make sure that you understand how serious it is for you to obey me."
"Please..." she paused as she thought about how best to address Greg. Remembering the stories, and hoping that if she was really respectful, she might be able to weasel out of whatever punishment he had planned for her, she continued, "Sir, I won't disobey you again, I promise, Pleeaaassee," she whined, sneaking a glance at his face. What she saw frightened her, Greg seemed to have grown in size, since the last time she looked, and he now seemed to tower over her, with a steely look of resolve set firmly on his face.
"I'm sorry, Anne, but it's the only way you are going to learn your lesson," Greg said softly shaking his head. He couldn't believe how easy this was, he had expected more resistance, but she was like putty in his hands. "Now cup your tits for me, Anne, and offer them to me," Reddening further, Anne hesitated for only a second, before cupping her breasts, lifting them slightly. Instinctively, Anne knew what was coming but found herself powerless to resist, the feeling in her stomach was now overpowering, closing her eyes, she waited for what she knew was to come.
SMACK, the first blow landed squarely on top of her left breast, leaving a rapid reddening mark behind. It took a fraction of a second before the pain registered in her mind causing Mrs. Clark to scream in pain, and her left breast lit up and felt like it was on fire. She fought the urge to cover her breasts and turn away from the next blow since she knew deep down what was expected of her and that the punishment would be worse if she moved. SMACK, with barely enough time to catch her breath, Greg landed the spoon squarely on her right breast another howl of pain erupted from Mrs. Clark as she tried desperately to stand still.
Greg marveled at the sound the spoon made, as it bounced off of her breasts, and how the smooth pearly white skin marked and reddened so quickly. His already hardening cock was now rock hard in his jeans, as he enjoyed the sensations the punishment was creating in him, it caught him a bit by surprise, since he hadn't expected his body to react to the discipline in this way. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK, Greg quickened the pace and applied two quick swats to each breast, spreading the strikes around to areas that had yet to feel the sting of the wooden spoons. Mrs. Clark's breasts bounced and reddened under the strikes and she screeched and howled in pain.
Tears were streaming down her face, as she began to cry from the pain. Mrs. Clark was feeling more and more confused as the punishment continued, despite the intense pain radiating throughout her body, the knot in her stomach was getting stronger, and a strange tingling feeling was now coming from her pussy. After Mrs. Clark's breasts were an even shade of red, Greg took aim and landed the final two strikes on each hardened nipple causing Mrs. Clark to shriek in agony, as the pain shot through her body, it felt as if someone had applied a red hot brand to each of her nipples. The waves of pain were almost too intense for Mrs. Clark, as she felt her legs begin to buckle.
"On your knees, NOW!" Greg ordered, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay standing much longer. Like a rag doll, Anne dropped to her knees, still holding her breasts in her hands as she had been directed. "Clasp your hands behind your back and do not, under any circumstance, move them from that position, if you do, we will simply resume the punishment where we left off, is that clear, Anne?"
Through sobs, Anne was able to nod her head yes as she moved her hands into position. "Now, Anne, since I own you, I think it important that you learn how to properly suck a cock, have you ever given a man oral sex before?" Keeping her head down, Anne nodded her head again, "How many times?"
Through her sniffles, Anne mumbled, "A couple."
"Who was that with?"
"An old boyfriend."
"Did you like it, Anne?"
"It was OK, I only did it because my boyfriend asked."
"Did you swallow his cum, Anne?"
With a shocked look on her face, she gasped "God no! That's disgusting!"
"Well, that's really too bad then, Anne, because from now on, it's going to be your number one protein snack. We'll call it the golden rule unless I say otherwise, you will ensure all semen ends up in your belly, is that clear?" he asked, with a grin on his face.
With a sob, shoulders dropping even further, she nodded her head once and mumbled, "Yes."
"On with the lesson, show me how you learned to suck a cock." By this time, Greg had dropped his pants and had his raging hard-on in hand. Greg had never really considered himself overly big in that department; certainly not as big as any of those male actors in the porn movies. He had even gone so far as to measure it one time to see how it compared, once hard, it measured an even 8" X 1 ½". Looking at his hard-on now, it seemed to have grown to twice its size. Greg couldn't remember ever being this turned on.
Scooting forward on her knees, Mrs. C. raised her mouth to his cock and began to lick the head and shaft, after thoroughly licking the cock she began to suck on the head and the first few inches of the shaft. Greg gave her a few minutes to 'show' him how she did it before stopping her. "Fuck, that had to be the worst blow job I've ever had!" Greg exclaimed as he grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, twisting her face towards his, and with a sneer covering his face he began to explain, in great detail, what would be expected of her from now on, when it came to oral sex. "You will never use your hands, they will be kept clasped behind you at all times. Your sole goal will be to see how much of the cock you can get down your throat. This shouldn't come as a surprise since you read how all of the women in the stories were expected to give blowjobs. Do you believe yourself to be better than those women?" Without giving her a chance to answer, he pressed on, "Well guess what, you're not better than them, you're a dirty little whore, just like them. You can protest all you want, but guess what? All it took were a few comments from me, and you were stripped naked in front of me and you let me blow my load all over your tits."
Still holding tight to her hair and twisting her face up to his, he continued on. "You can pretend to be all prim and proper, but when push comes to shove, you like to be treated like a filthy little whore just like those women in the stories you were reading," Greg could see his words were really starting to have an effect on her, as tears of shame began to fall from the corners of her eyes. "Still don't believe me? OK, with your right hand stick two fingers in your pussy," still holding her hair as she hesitatingly brought her right hand around the front of her body and reached for her newly shaved pussy, she knew what she was going to find before she even touched it. She could smell her sex from where she knelt, and, as it was when she was shaving her pussy was intensely aroused and dripping juices onto the floor beneath her. She tentatively touched her pussy and instantly felt the unbelievable amount of wetness there. "Go ahead and bury your two fingers in yourself."
After watching her push two fingers into her cunt, Greg ordered, "Now take them out and hold them up in front of your face." With her face a deep crimson red, she removed her fingers and held them in front of her, it was obvious that they were covered in her juices, her body was responding to the situation, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. "Now you see, you're obviously aroused... So, let's recap what it took to get you to that state. While your ******** was still here in this house, you willingly stripped naked for me, right here in the kitchen, knowing that she could walk in at any minute, then, with hardly any resistance at all you again strip naked for me here in the kitchen after your ******** left but knowing that she could walk back in that door at any minute, and you willingly offered me your tits, so that I could beat them with a spoon mercilessly, then you knelt before me and began to suck on my cock." Taking a breath, Greg continued, "Now throughout all of that, did anyone touch you in a sexual manner, did anyone stroke your clit or fondle your tits?" Tears streaming from her eyes now; all she could muster was a small head shake to his very pointed questions. "And yet, you're dripping like a bitch in heat. All I've done was humiliate you and cause you pain, and you're getting turned on by it, face it; you're like those dirty little whores in your stories. You get turned on by the humiliation and abuse." Greg could see the war being raged behind her eyes as her thinking brain was trying to reconcile the strange emotions coursing through her body. With a shudder, her shoulders slumped, and Greg could see the resignation there, as she quietly agreed with what he was saying. "Now let's try that blowjob thing again, and let's see if we can get it right this time," releasing her hair, Greg waited for her first move and after only a slight hesitation, she placed her right hand behind her back again and clasped hands then, nudging forward, she once again took the head of his cock into her mouth and began working its length in. She was about to do something she'd never done before, and Greg could see she was both scared and turned on. With each head thrust down, she worked more and more of his cock in, until he finally felt it bump the back of her throat causing her to gag from the contact and begin to pull out. Grabbing her hair again, Greg stopped her from pulling his cock completely from her mouth. "Remember, my little whore, the cock stays in your mouth. I don't give a shit whether you're starting to gag or not, I'm not here for your entertainment or amusement as my filthy whore, you have a job to do, keep sucking." With that, he pushed her head hard onto his cock, until it was once again pressing on the back of her throat of course, she immediately began to gag but with his hand holding the back of her head, she was unable to pull out. Greg held it there for a bit, letting her adjust to having a cock pressing against the back of her throat. Once the gagging subsided, Greg coaxed her again. "OK, it's now time to start working that cock down the throat, I want to see the entire length buried in your throat." Greg could feel her starting to panic, so he gently eased off the pressure on her throat, giving her a chance to relax a little. Then without warning, Greg thrust hard back into her mouth, this time pushing past the barrier at the back of her throat, and lodging an inch or two into her throat. She instantly began gagging around his cock, since he held her head in place for several seconds before pulling out of her throat, allowing her to breathe around his cock once more. "That's a good little whore Mrs. C. You see, you were able to get a cock down your throat. Now, let's try that again." Pushing on the back of her head again, more slowly this time, Greg once more forced the head of his cock past the barrier in the back of her throat, and sank several inches of it into her throat, before stopping once again and holding her head in place with both hands. Enjoying the sensations rippling up from his cock, while her throat alternately pulsed and gripped his cock, as she struggled with the gag reflex, feeling her squirm beneath him, and knowing that her very breath depended on his whim was an awe-inspiring feeling of power and dominance. It was a feeling Greg knew he would come to enjoy, and, perhaps, even crave in the weeks to come.
Greg pulled out of her throat once more and allowed her a few moments to catch her breath around his cock. Despite the panic she must have been feeling, Mrs. C. maintained her position on the floor with her hands firmly clasped behind her back. Greg began to coo soft words of encouragement to her as he stroked her hair with one hand, "That's a good whore, you're doing very well, it feels great. Now let's keep working more of that cock into your throat, I want to see all 8 inches of it, buried in your mouth." With a gentle nudge on the back of her head, she began to work its length back into her mouth, this time, he let her do it herself. When it reached the back of her mouth, she paused for a second and then began pushing hard until it, once again, slipped past and slid into her throat this time, without any force from Greg, she allowed several more inches in and began to piston her head back and forth sliding his length in and out of her throat. The gagging still occurred but she seemed more able to deal with it and continue to function despite being unable to breathe.
She continued this for a while, stopping periodically to catch her breath around his cock, before resuming her ministrations to his cock. By the time Greg could feel his orgasm building, Mrs. C. was an awful mess. From her repeated gagging, her face, and chest were covered in her own saliva, long strands of it hanging from her chin despite this, she continued to throat his cock, like the whore she was becoming. Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head, Greg began to piston forcefully into her throat, increasing the pace with each thrust, as the orgasm quickly built within him. Within a few seconds, his cock was a blur, as he hammered away at her throat then with one final thrust, Greg buried the entire length of his cock into her throat and mouth, and let loose a torrent of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. Mrs. C. Began to thrash underneath him, as she choked on his semen and cock.
As Greg felt the last few spurts exit his cock, he slowly withdrew from her mouth and allowed her to hack and cough, as she attempted to regain some of her equilibrium. "Backdoor?"
With shock, Mrs. C. tried to shake off the fog of her recent orgasm and answered hesitatingly, "Only once, Sir."
"Did you like it?"
"Not really, Sir, it hurt a lot going in so we never tried it again."
"Well, that is unfortunate for you, because, like the women in your stories, I plan to use your asshole a lot, I plan to make sure that it is filled all the time," he added, giving her ass a playful swat, as he continued to slowly fuck her pussy. "Now I'm going to leave this up to you to decide how this is going to play out. You can try to resist me, and I will be forced to tie you down over the table, I will then be none too gentle, as I force my cock up your ass, or you can willingly cooperate with me, and I will be as gentle as I can, while I break in your ass?"
Hesitating for only an instant, Mrs. C. Quickly replied, "No please, Sir. Don't tie me down; I'll do my best to take your cock in my ass, I promise."
A secret thrill ran down Greg's spine to hear Mrs. C. using language like that, "Alright then, because you asked nicely, I'll even use some lubricant to make this first time a little easier for you," Greg said as he reached for the bottle of vegetable oil on the counter.
"Thank you, Sir, I won't disappoint you, Sir," Mrs. C. quickly replied.
Pouring a little of the oil in her crack, just above her anus, Greg began to work the liquid into her asshole; first with one finger and then eventually two. As he slowly and gently began to thrust in and out of her ass with two fingers Greg could feel her sphincter begin to loosen up and relax, as she began to realize that it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. When it was sufficiently loosened, Greg began to work a third finger into her with very little effort she was able to accommodate the extra finger and even began to thrust back onto his hand, thereby burying the fingers completely. Murmuring in approval, "Mmmm... ... I have a feeling you're going to be a nice little ass-whore with a little practice. Would you like that, Whore?" Greg asked as he began to work his fourth finger into her.
With a little grunt, she replied, "Yes, Sir, that feels good, Sir," her ass continued to bounce against my hand.
Feeling she was ready, Greg slowly withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his cock against her bud. Instinctively, Mrs. C began to tighten against him. Speaking reassuringly to her, Greg coaxed, "Now relax, Mrs. C. My cock is not much bigger than the four fingers I just had in your ass. I want you to relax your asshole and push back against me. I'll leave it up to you, to work my cock into you," with that, he took his hand off her back, where it had been resting, and, with his other hand holding his cock, pressed against her. For a few moments, nothing was said, and then Greg suddenly felt pressure on his cock, as she began to push back against him. The inner war which had been waging within Mrs. C was now over, and a decision had been made. Mrs. C. was now going to willingly shove his cock up her ass! Greg couldn't believe how amazing this day was turning out, it was completely and utterly beyond anything he had thought possible.
Greg was shaken out of his reverie when he heard Mrs. C. grunt as his cock head eased past her unbelievably tight sphincter muscle and began to slip inside of her, 'This was the most amazing and tightest place he had ever placed his cock,' thought Greg it took everything he had not to grab hold of her hips and begin thrusting as hard as he could, 'The victory would be that much sweeter if she willingly violated her own asshole,' Greg thought.
Greg began to mutter encouragements to her, as she continued to struggle to take his cock up her ass. "That's a good little whore, Mrs. C. You can do it, you can take my cock. Make me proud, little whore, that's it." Her brow furrowed in concentration, as tiny beads of sweat trickled down her temples. She was grunting with each push but continued to slowly make headway. After several minutes had passed, she finally had his entire 8 inches buried up her ass. She paused for a few seconds, letting her body adjust, before beginning to pull back out several inches, and then thrust back in again. Soon, she had built up to a pretty good rhythm, and Greg found his body smacking against her reddened ass with each thrust. As the pace quickened, so did her breathing. Greg quickly realized that she wanted to cum again but this time while being fucked up the ass, this completely floored him, since he had never expected her to enjoy this as much as he was. Grabbing her hip with one hand, and a handful of hair with the other, he yanked her head back, and growled, "Are you enjoying this, Whore, Huh? You like having a cock in your ass?" Greg punctuated each question with a hard thrust into her, bottoming out with each one. "Do you want to cum for me again, Whore, do you?"
She began to push back against him even harder, Greg was surprised to hear her grunt, "Please Sir, let me cum again, this whore wants to cum while you fuck her in the ass."
Greg was shocked at her words, and for several moments was speechless, finally regaining his senses and barking, "Go ahead, you dirty little Whore, cum for me," and just like that, the dam burst, and Mrs. C. Became like a wild animal beneath him. She was pushing off against the table, with each thrust, pounding his cock into her as hard as she could. Greg pulled hard on her hair, forcing her to arch her back and to keep her facing the back door of the kitchen. Greg was sure that some part of her was aware of the fact that, at any moment, someone could walk in and catch her in her most humiliating moment, but she was beyond caring at this point. Being forced to debase and humiliate herself, for her ********'s male friend, while he rammed his cock up her ass, was just too much stimulation for her, and she soon found herself gripped in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. 'This one was even better than the first if that was even possible,' she thought to herself.
Amazingly, Greg managed to hold off on his own orgasm, until he felt her begin to subside underneath him. Greg then quickly yanked his cock out and ran around to the other side of the table, grabbing her hair again and tilting her face up to his. With that, he shot his second load of the day. This time, Greg took aim at her beautifully flushed face, and covered every lovely inch of it, with white sticky strands of his cum. Greg couldn't believe he was able to cum so much, so soon after his first orgasm.
When he had wiped the last dribble of cum off on her chin, Greg placed his cock at her lips and ordered her to clean it. With only a moment of hesitation, she placed the cock, which had just been up her ass, in her mouth and began to suck it clean. When she was done, Greg pulled out of her mouth and stood several paces away, when she didn't move, Greg simply asked, "Well?" It took her several moments to understand what he wanted, but when she did, Greg looked on with satisfaction, as she released the table, and, began to wipe the cum from her face and place the strands in her mouth, continuing the process, until she had cleaned all of the cum from her face, and licked her fingers clean. When Greg was satisfied with the job, he ordered, "That's good enough, Mrs. C. I want you to go upstairs now, and get a quick shower, then I want you back down here dressed in only the blouse and skirt you had on this morning."
Rising unsteadily to her feet, Mrs. C. scooped up her discarded blouse and skirt, and quickly ran up the stairs. Thoughts of how drastically her life had changed, in only a few short minutes, were flashing through her mind, as she showered, and she began to wonder what else he had in store for her today, and in the days to come and to her surprise and shame, those thoughts were beginning to turn her on AGAIN.
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Later that day, after Mrs. C. had cleaned up and gotten dressed again, Greg informed her that they were going out to lunch, to celebrate their new relationship. Greg could see she was nervous about this idea since she feared discovery but didn't want to argue with him, knowing that it would only result in further punishment her ass and breasts were still sore from their previous punishment, and she wasn't too keen on repeating it anytime soon. Seeing her trepidation, Greg attempted to put her mind at ease, "Don't worry, Mrs. C. I thought a little trip to Blackfoot might be in order today." Blackfoot was a city roughly 30 minutes from where they lived and was both large enough and far enough away that it was unlikely anyone they knew would see them together, Greg could see her visibly relax at hearing that.
After arriving in Blackwood, Greg gave her directions to a restaurant he remembered eating in, several years ago, when he had come here shopping with his parents. It was almost 1:30 p.m. and most of the lunch rush had already departed, leaving the restaurant half-empty. As they settled into a booth and ordered their drinks, Greg looked around at his surroundings. They were in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, and most of the tables around them were empty. The lighting was also dim enough that it afforded them some measure of privacy. After placing their orders for food, Greg leaned over the table and whispered, "You know, Mrs. C. when you stop wearing those frumpy clothes and get all dressed up, you really are quite a beautiful woman."
Blushing at the compliment, she dropped her gaze and whispered back, "Thank you, Sir."
Greg took the opportunity, as they waited for their meals to arrive, to look around again at their surroundings, and that was when he noticed a man who looked to be in his late thirties, sitting alone at a table, several tables away from their booth. He would occasionally glance over, and Greg knew he was enjoying the sight of Mrs. Clark, sitting there in her too-tight blouse and tight short black skirt. As Greg watched him continue to surreptitiously check out Mrs. C. an idea began to form in the back of his mind. Once their meals had been delivered, Greg leaned over the table and said, "You know what, Mrs. C.? I think I'd like it if you undid a button on your blouse, I'd like to see a little more of your breasts."
Mumbling a quiet, "Yes Sir," she reached up with shaking hands and quickly undid the top of her blouse. Since there were only a few buttons on her blouse, this opened up the top of her cleavage to anyone who cared to look. When Greg didn't say anything further as they ate their meals, Mrs. C began to visibly relax, as she thought that, perhaps, that was all he wanted from her.
