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Call Me If You've Been Bad.... by implossion@hotmail.com
Call Me If You've Been Bad....
The ad read, 'Have you been a bad girl? Do you need to be Punished? Will you feel better if you get spanked? Call me and I'll help you feel better.'
I called. I have to admit I was curious. He told me I could call him Mr. Frank. He told me no sex was involved. He would just spank me and make me feel better about what I did. Whatever I did. I would feel better once I was spanked.
I've knocked on this door for the fourth time now. Not that I've done anything wrong. I just like to get spanked. There is no sex, no exchange of money. Mr. Frank greets me at the door, as always. Mr. Frank is about 45 years old, well built for his age. He has brown hair streaked with grey. He is very friendly. He always has on dress slacks, button down shirt, and black loafers. We sat and talked and had a drink. After about 15 minutes he asked me what I did that I need to be spanked for. I make up some minor excuse. I cheated a client out of money and I felt so bad. He helped me up from the sofa, and walked me behind it. He told me to place my hands on the back of couch and lean forward.
"Spread your legs."
I did. My dress was a flimsy blue print, rayon, loose. It hung down in front. I couldn't see him but I knew he was walking over to the fireplace where he kept the leather heart shaped whip.
Seconds later I felt the smack.
"How did you do it?"
"What?"
Another sound smack.
"How did you cheat your client?"
"I marked up the items he needed before I wrote up his slip..."
Smack.
"I even gave him a discount and he was happy..."
Smack.
"He didn't even look."
Smack.
"That wasn't very nice... you need to be punished more. Take off your dress."
He never asked me to do that before, usually he simply lifted it. I hesitated.
Smack.
"Now!"
Smack.
I straightened up and unzipped the back zipper and let the dress fall to the floor.
"Remove the slip and the panties".
"But...."
"Don't worry, there will be no sex, You need to be punished, your always doing something wrong. You need to be punished."
Smack.
I pulled the slip over my head and slid me panties to my ankle and off one leg.
"Spread your legs and put your hands on the sofa. I want your ass out. It needs to be reddened."
Smack. It ran through me.
Smack. It was sensual.
Smack. It hurt, good.
Smack. Smack, Smack.
Mr. Frank stopped, walked to the bar in front of me. I didn't move. I was tingling. He poured a soda, added ice and looked over at me.
"Do you feel better about yourself yet?"
"No, Mr. Frank, I still need punished, I was wrong to cheat the man."
He walked behind me, stood there. I could feel his presence. He did nothing. He walked over to the shelf and got a small round wooden paddle. As he walked away I could see that he had his pants unzipped and his cock was hanging out. He had never done that before. He walked back facing me, making it obvious and then smacked me several times.
"Yes, it's getting red"
"I've been so bad, Mr. Frank."
He let the tip of the paddle slid between me legs. It came out wet.
Smack, Smack, Smack.
Mr. Frank walked back to the bar, sat on the stool and started to stroke his cock.
"Hey!" I started to say.
"Your safe over there, I don't want you, I only want to spank you, I only want to make you feel good. I like to spank girls, just as much as you like it. You do like it. Undo your bra, so your tits hang down."
I did. I laid my bra over the top of the sofa, my tits were large and my nipples were small, but hard. I was horny.
"Put your hands back on the sofa. Your ass is high in the air and I can see its red, I can see it in the mirror behind you. Your dripping on my rug, I can see that to. Your horny, what have you done when you left here before?"
"I go home and get out a vibrator."
He walked back around me and spanked me four, five, six times.
"You don't have a boyfriend?"
Smack.
I moaned, "No!"
Smack.
I moaned and leaned into the sofa with the hit. I could feel the motion of him beating off next to me.
Smack.
"Ouch!"
I took a step in. He pulled me back and I felt his cock rub against my hip. Suddenly the door knocker sounded. He stopped.
"Stay there, right where you are. I'll be right back."
I didn't move. I was happy for the rest. He was right though, I was dripping cunt juices, they were running down my leg.
He came back into the room accompanied by an older lady, well older than I. She was very average, about 37 years old and she too was wearing a flimsy dress. They walked straight to the bar. He poured her a drink. They totally ignored me.
"Mr. Frank, I was very bad, I need punishment."
"What did you do?"
"I cheated on my husband with a young college boy."
"Was he good?"
"No, but it was young cock."
Mr. Frank was sitting on the barstool. He pulled her next to him. His cock was still out of his pants, it was limp and hanging. He slid his hands under her dress and slid her panties down. She stepped out of them. He bent her over his knee and flopped her dress over, she was bare ass to him. He spanked her with his open hand. I gushed from my cunt when I heard the sound. I was frozen, watching.
"What did you do with the college boy?"
Smack.
"I took him to my car and sucked his cock"
"It was so hard"
Smack
"He was so young, He needed me"
Smack
"But you don't like young boys, do you?"
Smack.
"No. I really want to suck cunt, I like juicy cunts, I like to suck on tits."
Smack.
"Then why did you use the boy?"
Smack.
"I was at the school, He was there, I was horny, His cock was hard, I was horny!"
Smack, Smack, Smack.
"So, being horny means you can cheat on your husband with a young boy, when you know he lets you have girls, any age, but no, you have to suck cock on a college boy."
All the while, he was spanking her ass. It was red, really red. I never moved. It was as if I had disappeared. Mr. Frank looked over at me.
"Turn around and sit on the back of the couch."
I did. I could see in the mirror that he helped the lady up and He also got up. He led her towards me.
"She is very bad, She needs to be punished more."
I just looked at him.
"Help me," he instructed me.
We unzipped her dress, took off her bra. Her age showed. Her tits hung as she stood in front of me. He gave me the paddle and told me to spank her for her insolence. She turned around and faced the mirror. I smacked her. She stepped forward.
"Hold her still."
I stood next to her, using my left hand to hold her across her stomach and then instead of smacking her with the paddle, I dropped the paddle and used my hand. She moaned. Mr. Frank took several steps back and began to stroke his cock. I continued to spank her. Her eyes filled with tears. My left hand moved down to her hairy mound only to find that she was dripping, as was I. I slid my finger in and she turned her face towards mine. She cupped one of my tits in her hand, squeezing the nipple.
Before I knew what happened, we were rolling on the back of the couch, lips and tongues moving in and out of our mouths. Fingers gingerly probing each other's sloppy wet pussies. We both were groping ass - they hurt. She stopped and dropped to her knees. She pulled my cunt to her mouth and let her tongue scrap the puffy walls of my pussy lips. She let her tongue shoot in and out of my cunt. I was watching her in the mirror and could see myself fucking her face. She sucked in parts of my cunt and moved down the lips. She pulled me down to my knees. Kissing, we laid down on the floor. We rolled over each other, getting our hands in each other pusses. We ended up on our sides. We were kissing. Finger fucking.
Smack. Smack.
Each of us got it. We didn't stop.
Smack. Smack.
We ground on each other's fingers.
Smack. Smack.
She sucked my tongue into her mouth.
Smack. Smack.
I know the sound I heard was coming from my throat. I was coming and I was getting loud. I tried to yell. My yell was muffled with her mouth.
Smack. Smack.
More moans, I don't know from where. She let go of my tongue and began to rock on my fingers.
Smack. Smack.
Mr. Frank was standing over us, using the leather whip, to spank us. He had his cock in his hand and was jacking off as he whipped us.
The lady was screaming, "Please don't stop, I want to cum, please. Oh!"
We both rocked back and forth till it ended. Mr. Frank was moving over us still stroking his cock hard. I stood up and grabbed the wooden paddle that was lying on the floor. I went up behind him and smack him through the pants. He was surprised. He kept stroking.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He stood still. Holding onto his hip as he stroked his cock. It was hard and red.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
His face tightened. Using both hands he pumped his cock as he shot his cum out. Burst after burst. Streams of cum lay on the floor.
He finally stopped. We helped him to the couch. His head fell to the side and he drifted off to sleep. We put our clothes on and we let ourselves out the door.
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