Continued from Schoolgirl Punishment (part 5).

So, up to now I’ve had to dress in a schoolgirl skirt, pose for photos, go over Tracy’s knee for a hand spanking, go over John’s knee for a hand spanking (!), take a nasty paddling from Tracy, take a belt whipping from Tracy, and then had to have sex with John (!!). You can understand why it’s been a six-part post! Mercifully, this is the last installment.

It starts with the outfit. A little humiliating for sure to be dressed like that, expecting a spanking. Tracy’s spanking was soft and sexy. When John spanked, though, it was very different. So strong by contrast. I tried resisting a little and felt his easy strength putting me across his lap. No round edges there. All his surfaces were hard. Once I got him going, his hard hand hurt. And I had a strong sensation of there being no way I was getting off his lap until he allowed me to. I found that very sexy, to understand that if this man wants to spank me, he will spank me and I have no say in the matter. Just a teary-eyed, red-bummed girl learning her lesson! Sexy.

But then it was Tracy’s turn with the paddle. And this is where women excel. There is a casual cruelty in many women that cannot be matched by a man. That same sort of cruelty would be ugly in a man. In a woman, you better watch out. If she gets into a position of power over you, with an adequate implement to multiply her strength, well fuck you. She will giggle as she blister-roasts your cheeks to a deep dark red!

Sex with John was the most outrageous thing. From almost the very start of my interactions with Tracy three months ago the thought of her husband’s involvement had been hot and bothering me. First just the notion that he would be told about my paddling was already humiliating in a tummy churning way. Then it escalated to him watching me get spanked, and from there to touching me intimately, and then to me blowing him and hand-jobbing him while he stuck his finger up my ass. All of that sexual stuff happened the first time he was present. I am SUCH a slut. So in retrospect, nobody should have been surprised that I was putting out on the second date.

I mean, everybody wanted it. Tracy wanted it, clearly John wanted it (though he did not hint, which was cool), my husband wanted me to, and I wanted to as well. So guess what? I made it happen. Like magic. Despite my extreme sluttishness, neither Tracy nor John were expecting it.

But Tracy did make me pay for it. I had to get on all fours on their Ottoman and wave my ass and pussy in their faces as she belt whipped my already sore behind, and adding insult to injury even whipped my pussy lips directly with the tip of the belt! During this entire whipping I just felt that it was necessary to arch my back and stick my butt out so as to prominently display my pussy. As my pussy lips were being whipped I distinctly remember feeling extremely submissive, knowing that John’s rather large cock, with his extreme lauded staying power, was going to have at me next. Tracy clearly intended that I would leave their house with a very sore pussy! (And I did).

After my pussy whipping I thought that John would immediately enter me. Instead, I was put on my knees with my hands behind my back, and was required to put John’s rather large penis deeply into my mouth.

I am calibrated to my husband’s penis size, and John’s seemed so much larger! I had to really struggle to get my mouth around it keeping my lips pursed in. Goodness knows I didn’t want to nip his cock with my teeth at all! No telling what his wife would have done to my ass had I done that!!! Another dozen with the paddle at the minimum and then back down on my knees to try again?

And Tracy made me go deep. There was literally no way to keep his cock in my cheek. The only way it was going that deep was down my throat. I tried to relax as much as I could, but still managed to gag on his cock.

And then all of a sudden I was put back on the Ottoman on all fours, my skirt was lifted way up over my back, and my pussy was presented. For a fucking. Oh my. I asked for it and I sure got it. A grade-A pussy pounding.

Ouch! Nothing pleasant about this!

As he got near the end and slowed down, I grabbed onto his big cock with my cunt and wriggled on it like a fish on a line. He pounded me a bit more and then I actually felt him cumming inside of me, something I had never experienced before.

Once I was done, I clamped my hands to my vagina to keep John’s juice inside of me. I could feel some had already escaped, and some more was wet on my hand. But mostly it was all still inside of me. And all of a sudden, I felt the strong urge to turn the tables on them both. There’s one thing about being submissive with me (which probably indicates I’m not a “true” submissive, more just an experimental libertine), and that’s after a submissive experience I want to Domme more than ever.

As well-meaning as Tracy and John are, they are not natural dominants, at least not yet. Perhaps in my recounting I make them out to be more than they actually are. In person, it comes across as a bit… tentative I would say. They “check in” with me to a fault, even when there is no need to. And they are so delicate with my feelings, which is nice, but if I was that way with david he would wonder what was going on! I have trained them to spank hard (and now fuck hard) but I really needed to bring them both to it, they were so afraid of “hurting me”. I mean, John felt the need to ask me how I wanted my fucking. Oh for goodness sake, wasn’t it clear by then? Hard and violent and don’t ask me, show me! Don’t get me wrong, that is a great instinct for a beginner, but it is a beginner’s attitude, not the attitude of a confident and experienced Domme. (Although, as you will see, they do have some game!)

It’s like being made to watch a dumb co-worker slowly and painfully type out a document at the keyboard. At a certain point you just want to push them aside and say, “for heaven’s sake I’ll do it myself!”

I felt this dominant power inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. I did not feel it during my submission, but rather immediately after its climax (which was John’s literal climax). And after a man’s climax, he is at his least aggressive, and I knew he would obey.

So I just summoned up my Domme power, and very authoritatively told them both the score (and it’s not like they hadn’t been warned beforehand). It was sort of funny. I was clamping my hand on my pussy, holding my lips tightly closed with John’s semen splooshing around inside me. You would think that would make me feel a bit submissive? Quite the opposite! His semen was my weapon.

I ordered John to undress me, and he complied like a little puppy dog. It’s not as if it’s a completely unpleasant task after all, so no troubles there.

And then I ordered Tracy to strip, and to then to get her little caboose up to her bedroom for her cleanup duties. I said it in a confident tone that brooked zero dispute. I have honed that skill over the years Domming david. I knew that Tracy, used to being sexually submissive to her man, would obey me. Especially after I dominated her man by ordering him to undress me. Once John had served his purpose, I ignored him, focusing all my will on Tracy.

So I stood there buck naked, holding both hands on my pussy while Tracy did a striptease for me. She could see where my hands were. She knew what was inside of me. She had been told she would clean it up with her mouth. I imagine that thought was in her mind as she stripped for me.

I mean, it was her fucking husband’s cum. I should clean it up myself? She’s the eager little cum guzzler. Let her do it. Besides, I don’t cum from getting fucked. I cum from getting my clit licked. She can take care of that too while she’s down there.

When she was naked I turned to John and said, “you stay here. I’ve got some business upstairs with your wife. Watch some porn and stroke your dick. I want it nice and hard for when I return your wife to you, because you’re going to fuck her like it was your wedding night while I supervise. You understand?”

“Yes Ma’am!” he said. Good. I had never seen a husband fucking his wife in the flesh. I thought that would be… I don’t know… entertaining.

“You, pretty lady,” I said, turning my attention to Tracy, “upstairs. Now.”

“Yes Ma’am!” she said with a giggle, imitating her husband and playing along with me.

We were both naked and I followed her up the stairs, admiring her sleek womanly curves. I lay myself down on her bed with my back leaning against the pillows at the head. I spread my legs, my hand still clamped on my pussy lips.

“My bedspread,” she said.

“Fuck your bedspread. If you don’t do a good job cleaning me up, I guess you’ll be doing laundry also.”

I pointed to my crotch and she crawled up between my legs and put her face down near my pussy. I released my hands and immediately she dove in, licking and lapping and slurping and swallowing. Ha ha! Now who’s the slut??? How must she have felt to taste and swallow the mixture of her husband’s cum with my pussy juices, the woman he just fucked? I was cucking Tracy!

And I talked dirty to her. Girl, did I ever! “Clean it up you filthy whore. Get every drop. What’s it feel like to lick your man’s cum out of my pussy? Slut!” I’ve had lots of practice using exactly these same words, in exactly this same situation, with my husband!

This talk just made her more eager. And as she licked, I must say I was enjoying it very much as well. I pulled her head down and clamped it onto my pussy, mashing her into me so she was barely able to breathe. I could still feel her tongue desperately wriggling down there as I orgasmed spectacularly! Oh fuck! I highly recommend it to all you ladies, getting a wife to eat her husband’s cum out of your pussy!

I picked her up by the hair, kneeled to face her and said, “let me taste you,” and then French kissed her deeply on her lips. I could taste his cum, her mouth, and my own pussy. A very heady mixture.

“How’s your bum?” she asked me as we disentagled.

“Sore!” I said. And then, “here, I have an ideal.” I got up and sat down, nude, on the end of her bed. “Come over my knee.”

“What…?”

“Come over my knee, silly goose, I’ll give you a nice little spanking. You’ll like it. It’ll get you ready for your husband,” I offerred.

“I’m already ready for my husband!” she proclaimed.

I took her over my knee despite her feeble protests, and I started smacking her cheeks. This is something I know how to do! In a sensual spanking you want to start light, but not make the mistake of staying light. It needs to go up and up in intensity, and then down, and then up and up again, and so on, pushing higher each time. When her ass runs away from you it’s too hard, when her ass raises to invite the spank, it’s good. You want it up there begging for it, and then you increase the intensity until she runs away, flattening her ass against your lap, and then you lighten up again until she’s again begging for it. All the strokes nice and low so that they resonate into her pussy and asshole. Harder and harder you go until those cheeks are nice and rosy and your gal is moaning in pleasure and crying in pain!

“Did you like that?” I asked, rubbing her bottom cheeks with my hand, knowing she did.

“Oh my gosh,” she said, “that was amazing. You have to teach John how to do that!”

Nice.

“Maybe next time, sweetie. For now, this pussy needs its man,” I said, stroking her kitty, feeling its wetness. “John!” I yelled at the top of my voice, in a most vulgar fashion. “Get your big hard cock up here! Your wife needs a fucking!”

John was up in a flash. Naked. Dick in hand. Hard again (yay!)

I had Tracy up on her feet by now. I spun her around and bent her over a bit under my arm. “Do you like the colour of her ass?” I asked him.

“I sure do!” he said, enthusiastically. Tracy’s ass was very red from my little spanking. I was envious of her reddening skills.

I put her on her back on the bed. I slid a pillow under her hips (that’s how I like it). I told her to put her legs in the air and to spread ’em!

“Go on,” I told John. “Go get her!” I said. As he was walking on his knees on the bed towards her I gave his ass a slap. He stopped and looked at me with a dangerous look. I put both hands up in surrender. His look lingered on me as if to say, “I can still put you across my knee and spank you, young lady!” Ok. NOT a sub!

He slid in between her legs, put his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pushed in. Wow. I had never seen it like this before! So up close ad personal. Tracy had her legs way up, bent backwards, fully exposing her cunt for a good hard fucking which is just what she got.

I just watched and supervised. And it didn’t take very long at all before Tracy was cumming. Amazing from my perspective. To cum just from a cock!

“What about you, John?” I asked. “Got enough in you for one more ejaculation?”

“Of course,” he said, starting to pump again.

“‘Atta boy,” I encouraged, “you don’t get two beautiful daughters like yours by pulling out before the job is done!” I know, I shouldn’t have. I couldn’t resist.

He fucked her some more and then came again. What a stud! Lateish thirties and everything!

“Did she make you clean her up?” John asked Tracy.

“She did,” she said with a smile.

“Oh no!” I said, but in a fun way, backing away from him.

He reached over and grabbed my hand, and then pulled me into him. “Me first,” he said as he pushed me down to his groin, and pulled my head onto his wet limp dick! Ewww! I sucked and swallowed and cleaned his dick off of all the cum and pussy juices. He then grabbed me gently by the hair and pushed down towards Tracy’s crotch. “That’s right,” she said. He pushed me towards her and I started lapping at her pussy, just as she had done to mine. He held me there by my hair as I cleaned his nasty wife’s snatch out for her.

“Clean her up good,” he said, as he slapped my ass. Fortunately, the volume of his ejaculate seemed somewhat diminished from what had been oozing out of my nasty snatch so I had it comparatively easy, though I still got a good mouthful of his cum I needed to choke down my throat. I ended by lapping my tongue all up and down Tracy’s hot puss like a little Tigress! Meow!

We all then knelt on the bed and hugged each other. What an evening! I won’t go into it more, but eventually we each went around finding our clothes and putting them back on. I kissed John goodbye and thanked him. Tracy showed me to the door.

“Next time at my place?” I asked in a lowered voice. “I owe David your pussy now,” I said.

“I know, I did agree to that…” she said.

Yes she had!
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Schoolgirl Punishment (part 6)