saying, “Good girl, good girl. That’s three. There you go.”
He lifted Rose off him, like she weighed nothing at all, and put her on her hands
and knees on the bed.
“Time to take your punisher out, sweetheart,” Master Leo said. He gave a little tug
on the big black thing, and Rose looked again in the mirror and saw her terrible,
shameful, submissive pleasure. She whimpered loudly, at the way, now on its path out
of her bottom, the big bulbs of the punisher stretched her once again. Would her backside
ever be the same?
No, she thought, giving a sob as the first bulb came out, and it felt shamefully like
she was on the toilet. No, for Rose had been punished anally. Girls who were punished
anally weren’t the same as other girls. The stories in Schoolgirl Tales made that clear.
Girls who took it in the ass were different. And, oh, how she felt that difference,
when she played with herself. As she put the little vibrator in her bottom, she would
say, “Take it. Take it, bitch.”
“Go on the net,” Joanne had said, “and buy yourself a book called Schoolgirl Tales . That’s the place where I started. Read the first story, the one called ‘Lady Amherst
at School.’”
“What is it about?” Rose had whispered, fascinated despite herself.
“Let’s just say,” Joanne had replied, “that judging from where I saw your hand go
when we watched that spanking scene, I think you’ll find it interesting.”
“Oh, Joanne,” Rose had said, trying to laugh it off. “I don’t know what you think
you saw, but I also don’t know what any of this has to do with sex.” Rose remembered
now the way she had said ‘sex.’ It was the way she always said it, as if she just
couldn’t see what the big deal was.
“Push for me, Rose,” said Master Leo. “We need to get this out of you now.” There
was one bulb left, and Rose felt even more like she was a dirty girl on the toilet.
She gave a final groan, and pushed, as Master Leo pulled, and it was out of her.
Master Leo got out of bed and went to his phone and pressed the stop button on the
camera. He looked at her where she was positioned on hands and knees on her own bed,
at the end, in this unnatural arrangement. He held the punisher up in front of her
face, holding it by its end. Right behind it, she could see his huge cock, so much
bigger than her ex-husband Joe’s had been, still rigidly pointing at her.
“In a moment,” Master Leo said, “you’re going to take this punisher and wash it in
the bathroom. I’m afraid you’ve gotten it very dirty, you dirty girl, and so you will
have to scrub it well. First, though, my cock needs a little relief, after that nice
pony ride. You just hold still.”
He put the punisher on the dresser so that she could still see it, and then he approached
her face, holding his cock.
“Oh, no…” Rose said. “Oh, please… No.”
“Oh, Rose,” Master Leo said, “did you think I was going to fuck your face? No, you’re
going to beg to take me in your mouth before your breaking is over, but right now
I just want you to watch. Your mouth isn’t ready to have something this massive in
it.”
Rose gave a little sob of shame and fear. “That’s right,” Master Leo said, “just watch
me jerk off, Rose. Did your ex-husband ever come on your face, Rose?”
“No,” Rose choked out. No, they had barely even had sex, truthfully, Rose thought.
After the fifth or sixth time she had shuddered when Joe touched her, he had given
up. How could he know, that what Rose really wanted was for him to take her—to take
her the way Master Leo was taking her.
But it hadn’t been shuddering at first, of course. At first the lovemaking was the
way the women’s magazines said it was supposed to be, even if she could not seem to
figure out what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. She lay on her back with her
legs spread, and Joe went about his business, the way
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