A Correcting Hand

A Correcting Hand
by Paul-Jacob Landry (XXtraPrince)​

He heard her characteristic knock and answered it immediately, wearing a dark green terry-cloth robe. He stood aside and kissed her lightly on her way by. "Thank you for coming." he said. "Please follow me down to the game room."

The game room was on the lower level and had no windows. Although it hadn't been expressly sound-deadened, it was a very quiet place. When they walked through the door, he closed it behind them.

In the back of the room was a billiard table with several little cocktail settees around it. The impression existed that a lot of the furniture had been removed from the rest of the room, save for a bar in the far right corner. Eight real old-time sconces lined the opposite walls, with a large, flickering candle in each. In the center of the room was a stark maple straight-backed chair; an overhead light shone down, bathing the area in a circle around the chair in its naked glare.

"Please remove your clothing!" he said. She immediately understood what imminently awaited her - and why - but knew there was no way out. The man placed a coat-and-hat rack about eight feet from the chair, and waited patiently.

She woodenly began to disrobe, removing her creamy silk blouse and gabardine slacks, and soon stood there in the lacy white lingerie she knew he liked. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her wispy panties, she slipped them down and stepped out, handing them to him saucily. He took the offered sniff, then another for lagniappe, and with a tiny, tight smile hung them on an available peg.

Reaching behind her back she grasped the hooks of her bra and looks inquisitively at him. “Go ahead, you won’t need it!” he said, quietly, and forgot to breathe momentarily as her beautiful, bountiful breasts tumbled out.

He turned away and went to sit on the chair, motioning her over. He was not so much the traditionalist that he would put on a suit for the spanking. She stood ready to “assume the position” across his lap, but chose to tweak him a little: pushing out her delicious chest and lifting her chin, she exclaimed, “I don’t want to get seam lines from that robe all over my front!” She knew she’d likely pay – and pay soon – for her impertinence, but it was, she’d told herself, the principle of the thing.

He smirked a second as he doffed the robe. Placing his hand on her shoulder as if to say “Stay put!” he strode over to the clothespole and hung it up. He turned around; she could see that the corpora cavernosa in his cock were completely full of blood, although not sufficiently so to erect it. It dangled a full seven inches from where it jutted out of its source in his groin. That would be her reward, she thought, for enduring what he had in store for her….

He then resumed his seat and patted his lap. She bent across him and lay her chest and tummy across his knees, lifting her breasts so they wouldn’t get squashed between them, and reached down with her fingers to balance herself. The fabric of the rug was softer than it appeared.

“Flex your knees!” he commanded, and she did so. He rubbed her bottom with his hand to warm it for its task; he could feel the dividing line between her gluteals and her hamstrings and made the mental note to stay above it – he had no desire to injure her! Although he hadn’t willed it to do so, his other hand reached down and lightly caressed her nipple, which immediately perked for him. Why don’t you just tell him what a slut you are, she thought, but said nothing. He already knew what a slut she was.

He raised his hand and with no warning brought it down smartly, striking her round, firm cheek with a loud slap! Repeating the motion, he slapped her again on the other side. Alternating cheeks and increasing the force of his strikes, he put her howls of pain and outrage out of his mind. He could smell the scent of crescent sexual arousal wafting up from between her legs, getting stronger and more insistent with each passing second. He’d raised significant welts on her bottom and would soon make it much more difficult for to recover physically if he didn’t stop! So he did, bending to kiss her angry, reddened bottom. He inserted his finger inside her, noting with great approval that she was sopping wet! He licked the finger and told her to go over to the pool table and bend over it. He intended to fuck her, and felt it entirely proper to approach her from the area he’d worked so hard on! Getting up, she noticed that the head of his now-thoroughly-rampant cock had gotten lodged in her navel. That wasn’t the way into her belly, she thought, but he’d soon find a more accessible route! She’d be more than helpful if he needed it. She quickly kissed his cock as she arose, flicking the head with her tongue, then padded off to do his bidding….

She lay over the corner of the pool table, her legs parted as wide as she could get them and still keep her high heels in contact with the floor, her elbows bearing the weight of her upper body, and looked over her shoulder as he approached – when he disappeared! Suddenly she felt his tongue lancing into her and cried, “OH!” but did NOTHING to dissuade him! He gave her as thorough a tonguing as she could possibly have imagined, burying his nose in the vestibule of her vagina and flicking the head of her clitoris, which was out like a ripe peach! “Fuck MEE!” she burst out, and in two shakes of a lamb’s tail he was doing exactly that, at first easing his long, throbbing cock deep inside her, ‘til his balls lodged very happily against her protruding clit, then driving it into her, hard, fast and DEEP! She came almost immediately, then again when she discovered he had NO intention of giving her only one orgasm! It seemed to her that she’d become a climaxing machine – her world having turned into no more than her sweet pussy, and the cock that was ravishing it! Finally he exploded into her, tightening certain muscles in his abdomen to force as much of his semen as he could high into her belly! Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, raining kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

When he could stand, he withdrew and waited for their commingled juices to flow slowly out of her; cupping it in his hands, he rubbed it gently over her flaming cheeks. Amazingly, the stinging she felt there began almost immediately to abate!

“Will you stay overnight?” he asked solicitously.
She smiled at him, the very tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips. “I don’t know… will you fuck me again?”

“Again and again!” he exclaimed, his arm around her, leading her toward the door, and the stairs….