give you a light spanking, say three little slaps on your bottom just for show. But only if you’ve very good, mind. Will you do that?’
Looking slightly more hopeful she nodded, trying to smile round her gag.
‘Then let’s get this inside you …’
Holding the duster by its bristles he rubbed its chunky black foam handle up and down her furrow until it glistened with her secretions, and then slid it up inside her. Hazel gave a little squeak, lifting herself momentarily up onto tiptoe, then sank slowly back down as the handle impaled her to its fullest extent, leaving only a short length of shaft and the spray of bristles dangling between her thighs. Tom laughed at the sight and bent the flexible section of handle until its end thrust outwards.
‘That’s better. Now, use that chair to stand on when you need it, and I want to see everything spotless …’
Tom watched Hazel as she worked her way diligently round the room, nudging the chair along with her feet and climbing up it so that her duster was level with screens and keyboards. Picking up his camera he took a few pictures. Some caught her head half-turned to the lens, blushing shyly. He grew transfixed by the motion of her bottom, with its slight excess of fleshy padding, as she oscillated her hips to work the duster into every nook and cranny. When she had to bend forward and spread her legs he could see her swollen pudendal pouch plugged by the duster shaft. There was a notable glisten on her inner thighs. He had never seen anything so vulnerable.
When Hazel was done she stood trembling nervously as Tom inspected her work.
‘Very good’, he pronounced at last, sitting back on his chair. ‘Just three small spanks for you.’
Hazel’s face lit up and she came almost eagerly over as he patted his knee and bent her plaint body across his lap. The brush was still inside her and it pressed against the side of his thigh. Tom felt a moment’s heady rush of blood as he realised she hadn’t tried to get him to take it out. More than that, she even appeared grateful to him for being told he would only spank her three times. He’d never had that sort of power over any woman.
He rubbed her bottom encouragingly, delighting in fullness of her fleshy cheeks and their perfect smoothness, all the time aware of the humid warmth emanating from their deep inrolling cleft and the valley of her upper thighs. His cock was like a tentpole under his trousers.
‘I’ll just spank you hard enough to put a blush on your cheeks,’ her told her. ‘The others will probably be getting much worse. But you don’t have to tell them how many you got.’
He drew back his hand and delivered the first slap. Her buttocks shivered and she gave a tiny muffled yip as the soft heavy clap of flesh rang out.
‘There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?’ he asked, rubbing her bottom to massage in the blushing heat the blow had raised. ‘Nothing you can’t take …’
He delivered the second spank slightly harder than the first. She made no sound but squirmed in his lap. The brush head rubbed against his thigh. Was she deliberately working the shaft of the brush about inside her? He felt the warm slickness of her lubrication dripping from her vulva onto his trousers.
Tom rubbed her bottom once more, noting the pink blush spreading across the pale hemispheres. ‘You’ve very wet. I can smell your juices. Do you want to come?’ He delivered the final smack as he spoke, making a firm, meaty sound as it landed.
She jerked and whimpered, then nodded, twisting her head round as she did so. He saw a tear sparkling in the corner of her eyes that were full of need.
‘Let’s do it together,’ he said.
He slid his fingers into her hot wet groin, gathering up her slippery exudation and rubbing it into the pucker of her anus. For a moment the ring of muscle clenched at his touch, then slowly relaxed; either in welcome or surrender to the inevitable he did not know and, at that moment, was
Looking slightly more hopeful she nodded, trying to smile round her gag.
‘Then let’s get this inside you …’
Holding the duster by its bristles he rubbed its chunky black foam handle up and down her furrow until it glistened with her secretions, and then slid it up inside her. Hazel gave a little squeak, lifting herself momentarily up onto tiptoe, then sank slowly back down as the handle impaled her to its fullest extent, leaving only a short length of shaft and the spray of bristles dangling between her thighs. Tom laughed at the sight and bent the flexible section of handle until its end thrust outwards.
‘That’s better. Now, use that chair to stand on when you need it, and I want to see everything spotless …’
Tom watched Hazel as she worked her way diligently round the room, nudging the chair along with her feet and climbing up it so that her duster was level with screens and keyboards. Picking up his camera he took a few pictures. Some caught her head half-turned to the lens, blushing shyly. He grew transfixed by the motion of her bottom, with its slight excess of fleshy padding, as she oscillated her hips to work the duster into every nook and cranny. When she had to bend forward and spread her legs he could see her swollen pudendal pouch plugged by the duster shaft. There was a notable glisten on her inner thighs. He had never seen anything so vulnerable.
When Hazel was done she stood trembling nervously as Tom inspected her work.
‘Very good’, he pronounced at last, sitting back on his chair. ‘Just three small spanks for you.’
Hazel’s face lit up and she came almost eagerly over as he patted his knee and bent her plaint body across his lap. The brush was still inside her and it pressed against the side of his thigh. Tom felt a moment’s heady rush of blood as he realised she hadn’t tried to get him to take it out. More than that, she even appeared grateful to him for being told he would only spank her three times. He’d never had that sort of power over any woman.
He rubbed her bottom encouragingly, delighting in fullness of her fleshy cheeks and their perfect smoothness, all the time aware of the humid warmth emanating from their deep inrolling cleft and the valley of her upper thighs. His cock was like a tentpole under his trousers.
‘I’ll just spank you hard enough to put a blush on your cheeks,’ her told her. ‘The others will probably be getting much worse. But you don’t have to tell them how many you got.’
He drew back his hand and delivered the first slap. Her buttocks shivered and she gave a tiny muffled yip as the soft heavy clap of flesh rang out.
‘There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?’ he asked, rubbing her bottom to massage in the blushing heat the blow had raised. ‘Nothing you can’t take …’
He delivered the second spank slightly harder than the first. She made no sound but squirmed in his lap. The brush head rubbed against his thigh. Was she deliberately working the shaft of the brush about inside her? He felt the warm slickness of her lubrication dripping from her vulva onto his trousers.
Tom rubbed her bottom once more, noting the pink blush spreading across the pale hemispheres. ‘You’ve very wet. I can smell your juices. Do you want to come?’ He delivered the final smack as he spoke, making a firm, meaty sound as it landed.
She jerked and whimpered, then nodded, twisting her head round as she did so. He saw a tear sparkling in the corner of her eyes that were full of need.
‘Let’s do it together,’ he said.
He slid his fingers into her hot wet groin, gathering up her slippery exudation and rubbing it into the pucker of her anus. For a moment the ring of muscle clenched at his touch, then slowly relaxed; either in welcome or surrender to the inevitable he did not know and, at that moment, was
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