V=The Victorian Virgin #SpankA2Z #NSFW

Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a Victorian historical.

This story gave me a few problems and so I’m sorry for those who have been waiting for it to post.   I hope you are happy with the way it turned out in the end.  It is one of the longest stories I’ve written this month.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

V is for The Victorian Virgin

London, 1862

Valerie Stanford waited nervously on the small veranda outside her brand new master suite. It was an unexpected treat to have access to a veritable garden in the middle of the bustling city. She’d expected such amenities when she accompanied her new husband to his grand country mansion, Vernon Estates, but not here.

Valerie was on the verge of tears as she waited for Lord Vernon, the Viscount of Sussex, to join her in their marital bed. If only she felt more prepared, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. No one had warned her what to expect from her stern husband on their wedding night other than her mother’s cryptic advice of, “Just let Lord Vernon do as he will until he spends and then it will be over.”

Not very helpful.

The vibration of the heavy door closing startled her back to the present. When her husband’s valet appeared in doorway to the veranda, Valerie blushed. She was not accustomed to having men visiting her private chamber, but then again she was going to have to get used to the change.

“Lady Vernon, the viscount has asked me to relay the message that he will be up shortly and would like you to change into the velour nightdress he had made for you. I took the liberty of laying it out for you and I’ll send in Virginia to assist you.”

Valerie started at the use of her new name. The valet moved around the room, preparing it per his master’s instructions before quietly leaving her alone to await her new lady’s maid.   The knock came a few minutes later and an older woman whom she assumed was Virginia sailed in.

“Good evening, my lady. Me name is Virginia and his lordship has requested I assist you this evening.” She didn’t even wait for a response before she approached Val and began removing her formal wedding clothes. “You look quite the vision for your new groom, but we must hurry. His lordship is easily vexed if instructions are not carried out to his specifications.”

Val took the opportunity to vocalize her concerns to a woman who presumably knew the man she had married much better than she.   “How long have your worked for Lord Vernon?”

Her dress was being pulled overhead as the maid’s vibrant answer came. “I’ve been working for Lord Vernon since he was but a wee one.   I used to care for Vernon Estates until my sister fell sick and her family needed my help. His lordship was kind enough to allow me to venture back to London and care for his townhouse so I could be near family.”

News of her husband’s kindness from someone who knew him well helped vanquish some of her fears.   Rumors of Lord Vernon’s vulgar and vile vices were abundant on the London circuit. In recent years he had been linked to various salacious stories involving several widows.

Valerie’s parents had been vague when she demanded answers as to why they had promised their only daughter’s hand in marriage to a verified bachelor, twelve years her senior.   He was a handsome rake who, for all intents and purposes, she had never met until that afternoon when the vicar had led them through their marriage vows.

Time passed slowly after Virginia left her alone to await her husband. She spent the time inspecting the masculine room, trying to gain vital insight into the viscount.   A sudden urge to vomit washed over her when she discovered a stash of rattan canes, leather straps and a tongued tawse.

“I see you’ve discovered the various punishment devices I like to keep on hand.”

His low voice commanded the space, sending a visible tremble through Valerie’s body causing her to knock the canister of canes to the floor with a volatile crash.   She rushed to the floor to gather up the variety of canes, getting nervous she had angered him.

Once collected, she prepared to stand when the viscount stepped close, wrapping his fingers through her long, loose hair and tilting her head back to peer up at him from her knees.   The vivid passion in his eyes surprised her.

“You’re such a vision, Valerie.   I’ve waited for this night for some time and when I saw the vultures swarming around you at the Van Dyke’s ball last month, I knew I’d waited long enough and that it was time for me to claim your virginity.”

She blushed as she attempted to stand only to be held tighter like a vise by her husband. “I had no idea you had even noticed me, Lord Vernon. Why did you not visit me to make my acquaintance and court me, as is the custom? Perhaps you will not enjoy my company and yet now it is too late as we’ve spoken our vows.”

His deep chuckle had her heart vibrating in her chest for some unknown reason. Her nervous tummy tumbled at his broad smile as he inspected her from his higher vantage point.

“I’ve done my homework, Valerie, and I know you are the exact woman I wanted to take as my wife.”

“But how could you possibly know that, Lord Vernon?”

“It’s time you called me William, at least when we are in our suite and I’m about to vanquish your virginity.”

The flutter in her tummy migrated lower, gripping her private parts as a strange new urge to reach out and touch him visualized. She had to shake her head to clear the strange thoughts of the visage of her on her knees before her new husband manifested.

She didn’t trust herself to speak as she knelt vulnerably before the powerful viscount. Their eyes locked as he continued to vocalize his reasons for seeking her hand in marriage.

“You may not know me, dear Valerie, but I assure you, I know you.   It was your pale complexion that caught my attention first as I could visualize how easily you would mark under my disciplinary hand.”   His grin slid to vulgar as he continued naming her attributes he admired. “Then I noticed your voluminous ass and hourglass figure. I could never be content with a wife who had a small canvas for my voracious appetite for sport.”

His verbalization was confusing, but the fire in his eyes alarmed her as he continued. “You look lovely in the velour. The vibrant color enhances your creamy tone. I had planned to take things slow this first night to allow you time to join in the marital act voluntarily, but perhaps it would be more kind to begin your marriage lessons straight away in order to avoid any vexing misunderstandings.”

“Sir, I hardly think you should address me with such vulgarity.”

William tilted his head back and chuckled. “My dear, I haven’t begun to be vulgar yet – let me demonstrate.”

Valerie barely knew what was happening as she was pulled to her slippered feet and then dragged by the hand to the large four-poster bed she had been avoiding. Without delay, her husband sat on the high mattress, hauling her across his lap until she was displayed vulnerably with her ass high and her head and feet hanging low, unable to touch anything. She flailed, but to no avail as the viscount was too strong.

A rush of cool air hit her bottom as the velour gown was carelessly thrown over her back, exposing her private drawers to a man she barely knew. That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across her barely veiled arse until he reached the waist and pulled them down to expose her to him completely.

“Tonight is just a taste, Valerie. You’ve done nothing villainous so this will be a good-girl spanking to enhance your pleasure. Your father warned me of your temper, however, and so I’m certain to use one of the canes or leather straps you were just inspecting to deliver a hard, naughty-girl spanking when you’ve vexed me.”

Her face had to be flaming red at his words, yet the warmth between Valerie’s legs continued to grow as the first vigorous smack of his hand to her rear landed. The warmth it left in its wake spread across her lower cheek until a second spank struck her voluminous other cheek. Back and forth her husband went, painting her arse the same vibrant red as her embarrassed face.   Things got worse when she could no longer stop the tears from flowing and was on the verge of sobbing.

The spanking didn’t last long, but it made a lasting impression on the virginal bride about how her marriage was going to change her life. Things were moving quickly as the viscount helped her to her feet just long enough to divest her of the nightdress.   He left her standing before him naked and vulnerable while he began to remove his vest and tie, followed by his linen shirt to expose his virile, muscular chest.

“Your titties are perfect, Valerie. Just large enough to fill my hands as I pinch the very tips.” The feel of his hands on her breasts vaulted her heart rate higher, and he leaned forward to capture the tip in his mouth, sucking until she squealed with delight. Her hands moved of their own volition to weave through William’s thick hair, holding him close to her wildly beating heart.

After several long minutes of vigorous groping, her husband stood in order to remove his pants. Val felt light headed. On the one hand, she wanted to run from the room, feeling unprepared to proceed with such vulgar activities. Yet she remained completely transfixed, unable to verbalize her fears as she watched her husband’s breaches fall to the floor.

She felt the vapors coming on at her first sight of his mammoth shaft jutting proudly from his body.   Valerie silently cursed her mother for not properly preparing her for the traumatic events endured by a new bride.   She looked away from the vision, but William cupped her face to ensure she could not look away.

“Give me your hand, Valerie. I want you to feel my cock because it is this hard part of my body that you will soon be squeezing like a vice with your tight little pussy.”

His coarse words heated her from the inside, as his virile appendage was thrust into her small palm. She found it a curious contradiction of soft velvet over a rock hard core. Her pulse quickened when her husband growled of his own volition when she innocently stroked the phallus he had called his cock.

Until that moment, she had felt powerless before the virile man she had married.   A foreign sense of power coursed through her as she watched the effect the vise-like grip she held on his manhood had on William.

Valerie’s power only lasted until he scooped her naked body into his arms and carried her back to the bed, laying her vulnerably in the center, and stepping back to simply view her laid out naked before him. He crawled on the bed, making quick work of kneeling to face her while prying her legs wide to take in the vision of his new bride’s body.

“I am a very lucky man.” His words were spoken with reverence as he lunged forward to swipe his tongue across her exposed vulva.   Her body vibrated with an involuntary tremble she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. A foreign mix of embarrassment and excitement consumed Val, and vaulted her into a deep sense of submission.

A new urgency she’d never felt before began to build as William held her open for his viewing and tasting pleasure.   When their eyes connected as he leaned up, it looked as if he were on the verge of losing control. His eyes were dark, sending a thrill through Val.   She looked lower to watch him palming his veined thickness, only inches away from her wet folds.

Her apprehension vanished when he moved to blanket her with his muscular body, leaving her feeling a vague sense of being exactly where she belonged.

A volt of surprise washed over her as he pressed the top of his cock against the wetness between her legs. “I’m going to take you now, Valerie. You will no longer be a virgin after I press my cock into your cunny.”

She felt vulnerable whispering, “Will it hurt?”

“It will, but I vow the pain will only last for a few seconds and only this first time.   I plan on fucking you every single day of our marriage, my dear Valerie, and I vow you are going to enjoy it very much.”

She wasn’t sure why his vigorous words pleased her, but they did.   Time stood still as William held, almost as if he were making the valuable moment last.

Valerie cried out when he pressed forward in one vigorous thrust. She felt her virginal wall tear, allowing her husband to plunge fully into her quim. To his credit, once impaled, the viscount held still, allowing her body to stretch and grow accustomed to his girth. He viewed her from above, enjoying her tears as he finally began to move inside her.

The pain slipped away, replaced with a vibrant excitement that started deep in her core and quickly spread to consume her in an overwhelming urgency as if she were about to explode.

“Open your eyes, Valerie. I want us both to visualize this moment again and again as the moment you were no longer a virginal innocent, but my full-fledged wife.”   His voiced words threw her over a virtual cliff, which found her falling into a violent explosion like she had never felt before.

She cried out his name as her pussy squeezed him in a vice-grip, tipping William into his own pleasurable climax. She felt his heat spread throughout her body as his seed bathed her internally with an unexpected velocity.

It took several moments for the newly wedded couple to return to reality, and when they did, William rolled to his back, pulling Val to lie atop him, as he remained buried inside her.

“So, is that what you expected to happen when you handed your virtue over your new husband?”

She thought of the best reply for several vague seconds before admitting, “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, my lord, other than that you would spend, whatever that meant.” She had trouble vocalizing what she truly wanted to say. He waited anxiously until she verbalized her deepest desire. “I vote we do that not once, but twice per day. You were so… vigorous.”

He grinned a rather vivacious smile. “Oh, my little vixen, that can be arranged.”


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T=Tangled Triangle #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day.   I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even  sci-fi.

Today is another first for me.  My first menage – M/f/M

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today.  I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I love what a close knit community we have.

T is for Tangled Triangle

Trina was miserable. She’d been looking forward to tonight’s Halloween bash at the Texas Tavern for weeks. It was the best costume party in all of Turner, population twenty-five thousand.   Not exactly a booming metropolis, which was normally just how she treasured it.   Recently, things were getting a bit too tight in town to suit her.

Trent returned to her side with her favorite drink, a gin and tonic. She’d have to sip this drink since her new husband didn’t think it was ladylike for her to drink too much alcohol.   If she were lucky, she’d get two drinks, but never three.   Traditionally, that suited her fine, but tonight she suspected she wouldn’t let go of her guilt until she’d hit at least three and felt tipsy.

“Okay, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”   Trent read her as if she were a tarot card.

“It’s nothing life threatening. Work was terrible today is all.”

At least that part was true. She didn’t add on that her old boyfriend, Toby, had strolled into the tanning salon she owned, tattoos and all.   Or that he had taken her in hand, exactly as he had for the two years they dated before he’d taken off for Tampa to open a tattoo parlor with his Uncle Tim.

She’d tried to talk Toby into leaving the minute he arrived, but he’d insisted on talking about how Trent was treating her. He’d bared his heart, telling her he’d made a terrible mistake leaving town. She’d done well telling him off, right up until he touched her, pulling her tightly into his muscular arms for a tongue-filled kiss that had left her thoroughly confused.

She knew before today that she loved two men. It only became a problem when the one who had deserted her returned to try to tempt her into an affair. She’d held tight today, refusing to tolerate Toby’s too-late apology and showing him to the door. The fact that she had trembled for twenty minutes after he left told her how much trouble she was in if Toby chose to stay in Turner.

Trent and Toby had never been friends, but since they had all been in the same class in high school, the men had thrown a few punches as they had each pursued the hottest girl in the class, Trina.

Trent had been the star track and field athlete with terrific grades.  Toby had been the tattooed bad boy who oozed sex appeal.   Trent was gentle and loving to a fault while Toby loved it rough and tumble.  She often wished she could have the two men she loved twisted into one perfect man, but then Toby had left town, clearing the way for Trent to win her hand in marriage. And they were happy – for the most part.

Trina downed her drink and took her husband’s hand nervously. The chances of Toby walking into the tavern tonight were high so the sooner she could convince Trent she was tired and it was time to leave, the better she’d be.

“I know I told you I wanted to come tonight, but I don’t feel well.   Can we go home so I can take a hot bath and call it a night?”

Trent took her hand, “If you’re sure, but I still think you’re hiding something from me.   You know you’ll feel better if you just tell me what it is.”

He was touching a little close to home. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

Trina heaved a sigh of relief when they were safely in Trent’s truck, headed across town to their townhome.   With Toby in town, she knew it would only be a matter of time before her husband put two and two together, but she’d have to deal with that tomorrow.   She had made it through tonight and that was all that mattered.

Trent parked in the garage and they entered through their dark kitchen. Trina didn’t stop to flip on any lights as she headed straight to the bedroom with her husband on her heels. The second she turned on the bedroom lights, she knew her life would never be the same.

Trina stopped dead in the center of the doorway, her heart thumping in her chest as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist to tug her back taut against his chest.   The threatening whisper in her ear had her trembling.

“What’s the matter, Trina? Don’t you like the treat I have waiting for you?”

The treat he spoke of was a bare-chested Toby, lounging in their marital bed as if he’d been invited there. The shit-eating grin on Toby’s face tugged at her heart just as his thick leather belt laying across the end of the bed triggered a full flip-flop of her sexual core as memories of how he’d tan her bottom just before thrusting deep took up residence in her thoughts.   She found it impossible to tear her eyes away from her dominant ex-lover.

Trent was talking in her ear again. “Toby was nice enough to stop by my work today and fill me in on his little visit to the tanning salon.   He also had a crazy proposition for me that at the time I thought was a terrible idea. But the more I’ve thought about it tonight as I’ve watched you lying to me time and again, the more I’ve decided I should take him up on his offer.”

Trina had only caught part of what he had said because her heart was thumping so loud. The tension in the room notched higher as the three occupants stood frozen in place.

It was Toby who took control as he rose gracefully to his feet to move towards her looking like a tiger on the hunt.   She tried to back away, but Trent held her tightly in his arms. Toby crushed her front, sandwiching her between the two important men in her life. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why wasn’t Trent kicking Toby out? How did Toby get in?

The men took pity on her, deciding to fill her in on their twisted plan.

Trent held her immobile, while Toby touched her breasts intimately, tweeking the tips of her nipples.   “Your husband and I have decided that you’ve been a naughty girl, Trina. You remember what happens to naughty girls who tell lies, don’t you, baby?”  Toby was acting as if he still owned her body, roaming his hands across her tummy and down to cup her clothed pussy.

She finally found her voice. “Trent, why is he here? Why are you letting him touch me like this?”

“I’m only letting him finish what he started today at the office – you know, the torrid kiss you forgot to tell me about?”

“I can explain… truly…”

“See here’s the deal, Trina. I love you, but I also know you’ve never really gotten over losing Toby. When he came to talk today, we had a real man to man, trying to figure out what it was you saw in each of us and we think we have it figured out.”

Trina was trembling again.   She didn’t trust her voice, but managed to squeak out, “Do tell.”

It was Toby who took over answering as he started to unzip her flirty skirt while she felt Trent’s hands lifting off her tank top to uncover her taupe bra.   “When we started comparing notes, we finally put it together. I’m certain you love it when I take you in hand to thrash this tight tush of yours just before I thrust deep inside you to ride you nice and hard.   Trent here is just as convinced you love how thoughtful he is with gifts and romantic gestures like taking you out to eat or on long walks in the park.”

Trent took over the talking as he unhooked her bra, while the rest of her clothes were torn from her body by Toby. “So we decided that tonight we’d tag team you to let you know we aren’t going to tolerate you stringing us both along.   I’ve known you haven’t been totally happy and now that Toby is moving back to Turner, I’m not going to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering if he’s fucking my wife while I’m out of town.”

She tried to get a word in to tell her husband she had made a promise and she would honor it, but Toby chose that moment to clamp his mouth down on her left tit, sucking and biting her as if he owned her.   The moan that escaped from her lips had to torment her husband as he held her immobile for her lover.

Trina assumed her marriage was ending as the Trent she knew would never allow Toby to touch her like this. When her husband’s thick fingers traveled down her body to thrust deep inside her wet pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The feel of the men’s four hands and two mouths touching and teasing her intimately had her legs wobbling beneath her.

Trina was seconds away from the most explosive orgasm of her life when all touching stopped.   Toby tore her from Trent’s arms to pull her over to the tall, king-sized bed.   She was thrust forward onto her tummy as Trent sat in the middle of the bed, reaching to hold her arms tightly. A moment of panic threatened as she suspected what lay ahead.

Toby confirmed her fears by pulling her naked legs wide, tying her immobile and open across the end of the bed, her ass high in the air.   The clink of his belt buckle brought an involuntary sexual thrill she hadn’t felt since before Toby had left town. She’d pushed down her need for his tough love, but desire flared.

Trent’s terse words drew her attention back. “Look me in the eyes as he thrashes you with his thick belt.   I need to see with my own eyes that what he told me is true; that you need to have your bottom warmed regularly and your pussy ridden long and hard.”

The first lash of his belt landed across her ass, lighting her up with a fire she’d tried to douse in the years he’d been away.   Her eyes clouded over with tears as Toby lit into her bottom, but she managed to hold the intense stare with Trent as her tears tracked down her cheeks.   The fire she saw in his eyes as he watched his wife thrashed threatened to throw her into her first orgasm.   Toby laid down welts across her ass and thighs like he never had before.   He was breathing heavy with his exertion by the time she heard the leather thrown to the floor.

The men worked in unison in a way that made her wonder how much they had preplanned.   Neither tried to comfort her as she lay crying, tied and immobile. Instead, each man quietly undressed, allowing their turgid cocks to spring free.   It felt surreal to have them both together, Trent’s longer cock and Toby’s thicker cock prominently displayed next to each other as the men stared down at their captive, each with an intense, unreadable stare.

Trent called dibs. “I get her pussy – you take her throat. Later we’ll take turns thrusting into her ass in hopes of teaching her a lesson.”

She felt the release of cream between her thighs at her husband’s tormenting words. Her normally gentle man moved quickly to take up his post behind her as Toby crawled onto the bedspread, kneeling in front of her to place his hard cock against her lips.   The men coordinated, each thrusting balls deep in one push, filling Trina with men’s parts.   The torturous scream she managed around Toby’s thick meat was replaced with whimpers of joy as the men rode her to not one, but three orgasms. The smell of sex permeated the air and the slapping of skin formed a naughty rhythm as they fucked her until they each exploded, filling her with their hot cum.

In her trance-like state, Trina was vaguely aware of the four hands working to release her, placing her gently in the middle of the bed. As her heart rate evened out, returning her to reality, she realized the men had sandwiched her between them again, this time in an intimate embrace of lovers.   Toby held her from the back, spooning her against him as Trent snuggled in close to her front, holding her face in his hands.

She had so many questions about how this night had been arranged, but she was too afraid to ask them for fear she’d wake up and have the last glorious hour of her life be merely a dream.   She couldn’t help but become drowsy, snuggled into the arms of the only two men she’d ever loved. She almost missed her husband’s words.

“I guess you were right after all, Toby. She does need a man like you to thrash that naughty little bottom of hers regularly.”

“And you were right, too, Trent.   This snuggling tenderly shit seems pretty nice, too.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll help you move your crap in tomorrow morning and we’ll spend the rest of the day teaching our girl here how things are going to be around here from now on.”

Trina went to sleep dreaming of the thrills that lay ahead.


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S=Sex Slaves of Sabrenth #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are just visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day.   I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and today’s is my second story tipping my toe into sci-fi.

A huge shout out of thanks to Sophie Kisker who drew the short straw on editing today.  I must say that I have the best author friends ever as  so many of my close circle has helped me this month.  I love what a close knit community we have.

CONTENT WARNING: I’m giving fair warning that today’s S story is the edgiest I’ve done (IMHO) with several non-con scenes.  If you think that might upset you, you might want to skip today’s story.

S is for Sex Slaves of Sabrenth

Storm sat at the glowing bar trying to blend in with the natives of the Stargate outpost.   He worked hard at ignoring his brother, Stone, who was sitting at a small table at the back of the same saloon. Unfortunately, trying to avoid drawing attention that there were two men present who looked so much alike meant he had no where to look but at the suffering sex slave prominently displayed on the obligatory slave stage found in every public place from here all the way to Sabrenth.

Not for the first time he cursed saying yes to this job. As the most successful search and rescue hunters in the Stargate System, the Sebastian brothers had more than enough work and employees that they had their pick of jobs to actively pursue and rarely did they work in this region any more.

Years ago, they’d spent a year being steeped in the sadistic sexual obsession of Sabrenth.   It had been a simple rite of passage for young men to spend time sewing their wild oats on the most hedonistic planet of the solar system. As young alpha men fresh out of university, they’d been seduced into accepting that it was normal to own a sexual submissive or even slave, who was never more than a few feet from them when in public.

Storm would never forget his first hour on Sabrenth as a twenty-two year old man. As was customary, a willing sex slave greeted every arriving alpha as they exited the space ship into the sky station. Before even collecting their suitcases, the brothers had joined the line of dominant men and women who’d freed their cock or pussy and were sucked to an orgasm by a welcoming sex worker.

He’d been warned and even looked forward to his Sabrenth welcome committee. What he hadn’t been expecting were the platforms, cages, whipping posts, and old-fashioned pillories in literally every pocket of the sadistic society.   Sexual slaves, the lowest class in the Sabrenth society, were prominently displayed for passing patrons visual enjoyment or sexual use should the urge to fuck or punish strike. Public slave stations were as plentiful as public washrooms.

While most slaves accepted their place in the unique society with grace and even a sense of purpose, the worst part for Storm had been the unwilling slaves who had been forced into the way of life, screaming to be freed.

Even now, years later, Storm would often wake from nightmares of the dozens of whippings and rapes he had witnessed in the year they’d lived on Sabrenth.   That he remembered was shitty enough. What he hated the most was that he always woke hard as stone, desperate to fuck someone.

The screaming of the saloon’s slave of the day brought him back to the present. He hated to admit that the show the dominating alpha was putting on with the slip of a woman on stage was sexy as hell. He’d strung her up by several ropes in an artful way that left her every body part suspended, open and available for servicing. The alpha had a heavy flogger and was in the process of striking every part of her body with the exception of her neck and face.   He already had his mammoth cock released from his pants, making sure the submissive saw exactly what he was planning on shoving inside her soon.   Storm was relieved to see the slave’s lustful anticipation indicating she was at least a willing participant to the show.

The beep of an incoming message drew his attention to his personal communication device (PCD).   It was a message from the reason he was here. Senator Skylar was desperate for word of his kidnapped daughter, Sabrina. The powerful politician had made many enemies and one of those enemies thought sending the senator’s only daughter to Sabrenth as an unwilling sex slave might be a way to get the senator’s attention.

They sure were right.

This outpost was the entry point into the Sabrenth system. It was also the central hub of the sex trade business, hosting humiliating daily sex slave auctions specializing in the most prized of all sex slaves – the captured, stolen and unwilling. The marketing campaign for the biggest traders promised ‘hours of sexual fun spent punishing and training the unwilling to obey.’

Storm typed a message back to the client, not wanting to speak for fear he’d be overheard. They were still in the surveillance phase of this operation and didn’t want a satellite spy to pick up on their true rescue mission.

Finally, the announcement he’d been silently waiting for squawked through the loud speakers spread throughout the outpost.

“Alphas and betas, the time is near for today’s slave auction to begin. You won’t want to miss the special treat we have for you today. We have a fresh crop of reluctant submissives from Earth who are in severe need of sexual training.   I don’t need to tell you how rare it is to have six wild captives up on the block at the same time. We’ll be splitting the lot into two, offering one set today and the other tomorrow.   Bring a sizable wallet because we’ve flown in top sex trainers from Sabrenth who’ll be looking to snap up these scrumptious beauties.”

Storm’s PCD lit up with a short message from his brother. “Fucking hell, they have six women. We should have brought a whole squad with us.”

Storm typed back, “Settle down and focus on our simple task. Save Sabrina Skylar… period.”

“I’m not leaving innocent women here to be sexually showcased every day for the rest of what will be their short lives.” Stone’s message wasn’t a surprise to Storm. His brother had been more severely scarred by his memories of the violence they witnessed in their time here.   It was the main reason Storm should have told the senator they wouldn’t take the job.

He typed his message back to Stone. “Let’s see how things play out. If we can save them all, we will, but our primary focus is to stop Sabrina from being shuttled off with some asshole who will screw her raw.”

The overhead speakers continued with the announcement. “Due to the expected size of the turnout, we are moving today’s event to the Sex Shack. Please make your way to the stadium now and be sure to sign up for a number if you plan on bidding on a slave.”

Storm cursed their shitty luck. The normal location for the auction was a small shed-like building with minimal security. The change in venue meant not only they would be bidding against many deep pockets, but any attempt at rescuing Sabrina or the other women from Earth with anything short of an out-right purchase would fail as the sheer volume of armed guards and sadistic witnesses would never allow for them to sneak away.

As the brothers separately made their way across the few blocks to the stadium, Storm sent another message to the senator, securing his promise to pay any amount of money to save his daughter from the hellish sentence sexual ownership on Sabrenth would bring.

Storm paid for his bidding paddle and took a seat in the front section closest to the mammoth stage. His brother set up a post at the main exit and the six other bounty hunters they’d brought with them on the mission took strategic posts throughout the space.

Two hours later, the Sex Shack Stadium was bursting at the seams with every member of the outpost’s sadistic society who were treating today’s auction like a national holiday. Roaming vendors sold snacks not unlike at an athletic event at home, only here the main attraction would be witnessing unwilling sex slaves suffering instead of cheering for overpaid sports legends scrambling after a ball.

Storm had attended one main event years before so he wasn’t surprised to see the pre-show entertainment being dragged out to center stage.   They spent the next hour watching a dozen owned slaves who had recently disappointed their master being spanked, paddled, switched and finally sodomized while the crowd cheered their misfortune.

Couples having sex surrounded Storm. It took all of his self-control to pass on the pretty little sex slave crawling around offering blowjobs.   He reminded himself that this society had dissolved into a base, sexual cesspool. The problem was, as hard as he tried to stay above it, the sights and sounds surrounding him always seeped in, infecting him with the seductive pull of hedonism. It would be so easy to succumb to the desire to dominate pumping through his system as his cock strained to spring out of his now tight pants.

No one was more ready for the actual auction to begin than Storm. The promoters had gone all out with snazzy lighting and special effects as they announced the famous auctioneer who ran all of the biggest slave auctions. He was the people’s favorite, which meant the slaves suffered greatly.

He started with selling off several captured aliens from another star system. They were dragged naked to the center stage, their silvery skin shining in the stage lights, casting off an eerie hue.   Storm was not familiar with the species, but suspected they would sell well because the females had huge breasts and the single male slave had a huge appendage poking proud from his body, wrapped at the base with a scrap of fabric to ensure his impressive girth would attract buyers.

The rowdy crowd snapped up the silvery slaves quickly so the auctioneer moved onto the next lot.   Storm suffered through several other attractions, each one more salacious than the last as he waited.

Finally, the specimen Storm was anxious to see was led in, her shackled legs and arms forcing her to move slowly.   Sabrina was announced as the main attraction of that day’s event.

His heart sank when he saw the condition Sabrina Skylar was in.   Her long sandy-blonde hair was tangled, pulled back into a ponytail he knew would be used to subdue her.   He was close enough to see her squinting in the bright stage lights shining like a spotlight on her naked skin. An unexpected anger stirred deep inside at the sight of the dozens of deep cane stripes already seared into her buttocks and sit-spots.   Sabrina was so thin; it looked like they’d been starving her to death since she was captured the week before.

The part of the scene that haunted him the most was the sheer terror shining in her scared eyes. Sabrina made the mistake of searching the crowd and as she saw the volume of spectators there to witness her humiliation, her legs gave way under her. The two huge slave shepherds, as the slave handlers were called, caught her and held her up to steady her as the auctioneer read from her sell sheet.

“Alphas and betas, I present to you a prized slave, captured from the planet Earth and brought here to pay amends for her father, Senator Skylar. Sabrina Skylar is a spoiled little rich girl, who, like her father, strives to shut down our sexual way of life.” He paused for effect, allowing the stadium to erupt in jeers and boos before continuing. “As you know, the leaders of Earth have petitioned the intergalactic council to impose oppressive sanctions against Sabrenth and all its outposts. Our leader has issued a sanction of his own, and it starts with enslaving Sabrina Skylar for a period of no less than six years where she will serve as a sexual slave, living by the same rules and disciplinary consequences as our lowest class slave.”

Six years his ass. Sabrina would be dead in six months if he didn’t get her out of here. She’d just been painted as public enemy number one.   A fierce desire to protect her swamped him, almost causing him to act rashly. He had to keep his wits about him if they were to successfully rescue the senator’s lovely daughter and still get out alive.

Like the previous high-stakes slaves, the auctioneer cued the video that filled the huge screen at the back of the stage. Fury coursed through Storm’s veins as he was forced to sit through the recording of Sabrina’s humiliating and painful medical examination they’d been kind enough to record upon her arrival.  She’d screamed as she’d been strapped wide into the stirrups and subjected to several rounds of tests.

Sure enough, they’d injected her with the drugs given to all sex slaves meant to keep them horny and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. Based on the way she was fidgeting by rubbing her legs together, he suspected she was already in physical pain if they hadn’t allowed her to spend by now.   He felt like a leech as his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of easing her sexual pain.

The medical exam video finally ended, and the moment of suspense had arrived. The bidding started out twice as high as the previous slaves had been sold at.   A fast flurry of bids swept through the large stadium, raising the price for Sabrina to the highest price ever placed for a non-consensual slave.

The auctioneer stopped to congratulate himself several times, making sport of how much money he was personally making by subjecting the young woman before him to her ordeal. It took all of Storm’s willpower to stop from stomping up on the stage and just scooping her into his arms as the auctioneer ridiculed poor Sabrina for being so wet from her sexual excitement that he could smell her arousal from several feet away. Storm knew the bastard was just doing his job to swindle the bidders out of the most money possible, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to slay the guy where he stood.

Finally, the bidding slowed as only two wealthy looking men duked it out. One of the men looked like a sheik from Earth, looking to add Sabrina to his harem of sexual slaves.

As the auctioneer called out the last call, Storm finally moved into action. He had remained silent until then, but suddenly stood, raising his numbered paddle and shouted out his winning bid which was twice as high as the sheik’s final bid.   Screams of surprise could be heard throughout the stadium as the sheik and his armed guards also stood, preparing to confront Storm.   Two of his own men rushed the stage to take up a protective post beside him as he pushed past the other bidders, taking the steps to the stage two at a time.

He approached the auctioneer first, ignoring Sabrina’s sobs. “It’s time to declare my bid the winner and allow me to secure my property.”

“Who do you think you are rushing the stage? Perhaps someone out there will outbid you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, sir.   You’ve managed to stir up the crowd and I’m worried my property is going to be damaged by the some unscrupulous bidder who won’t take their losing well.   Strike the gavel, and I’ll pay you and be on my way.”

Sure enough, Storm sensed others crowding up onto the stage. He was about to lose control of the situation if he didn’t take action.   He shoved his PCD into the hands of his associate. “Stay here and settle my account. I’m taking Sabrina back to the shuttle. Meet me there as soon as you can.”

Storm turned in time to see the slave shepherds shuffling Sabrina off the far side of the stage. He chased after them, delivering hearty swings with his fists until they fell to the stage floor. He wasted no time in freeing her from her shackles before sweeping her into his strong arms and tucking in behind his other associate who pushed through the chaotic crowd towards the exit. He looked up to see Stone had cleared a path and as soon as they were out into the open air, he knew they’d succeeded.

Only when he was strapped in the leather seat of their spaceship, Sabrina seated in his lap and snuggling against his chest as sobs wracked her too-thin body did Storm finally stop to assess the hostage.   She felt so fragile as she shivered in the cold air. He motioned for Stone to throw him a blanket.

“Shhh little one… everything is going to be okay now.”

“How can you say that? You just spent a fortune to make me your sex slave.”

Storm finally let himself smile and he could tell it soothed her. “No Sabrina, I just spent a fortune to free you. Your father hired my brother and me to save you. We’ll have you safely back on Earth by this time next week.”

Confusion slowly cleared as his words sank in. She relaxed into his arms as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. They sat silently snuggling, each enjoying the relief of a successful mission.   It was several minutes later that he felt her hand slowly sliding from his chest, downward until she stopped to stroke his still hard erection through his pants.

Their eyes locked as she continued to slide her delicate fingers across his cock. “What are you doing, Sabrina?” His tone was scolding.

“Saying thank you.”

Storm moaned, in pain as desire to consume her surged through him. It would be so easy to seduce her, but knowing the sexual enhancement drugs still coursed through her veins, Storm wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror with self-respect if he surrendered to his desire.

“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you some food and water. We’ll get you showered and let you sleep off the effects of the drugs they slipped into your system, and if after you’re detoxed, you still want to say thank you, I’ll be happy to oblige you. Until then, I think it’s time we separate.”

Sabrina’s eyes shone with a mix of gratitude and disappointment as he carried her to her cabin, setting the senator’s daughter on her feet before he moved to leave.   He was at her door when she shouted out to him her question. “Excuse me, but what’s your name and where are you going?”

He turned back to answer, “My name is Storm and I’m off to take the world’s longest cold shower.”


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R=Rock ‘n Roll Reunion #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet .  The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.    Today we have a sweet romance.

A huge shout out to the wonderful Christine Hart for editing today’s short story.  I’d also like to wish any fathers reading today a very Happy Father’s Day.

R is for Rock ‘n Roll Reunion

Rachel sat alone at the round corner table while the rest of her tablemates tore up the dance floor. The beat of Gwen Stefani’s Rich Girl took her back ten years to their senior year in high school. Pictures displayed around the banquet hall reminded her of a better time.

Attending her ten-year class reunion brought back memories she had worked hard to repress.   If only she could return to that summer ten years before and rectify making the biggest mistake of her life. Instead, all she could do now was regret that, in retrospect, her senior year had ended up being both the best and worst year of her life.

The song ended and her redheaded best friend from high school, Ruby, returned to the table with her handsome husband in tow.   Their friends Randi and Rebecca followed with their own husbands. As much as Rachel hated sitting alone, being the only single at the table of happily married couples was worse.  She pushed down her resentment at how her own love life had turned out.

“Come on Rach, you can’t sit here and let the divorce ruin your night. Let’s get out there and dance, and get rowdy.”

Ruby meant well, but how could her friend know it wasn’t Rachel’s now ex-husband Rachel was wishing was sitting next to her tonight.   She’d give just about anything to have Rocky holding her as he had the night of their senior prom – the night he’d promised to love her forever.

“It’s okay, Ruby. I’m not in the mood to remain here and feel sorry for myself. I don’t mean to be rude, but I think I’m gonna call it a night and head back to my dad’s residence.”

Before she could escape, the one person she’d prayed wouldn’t come to the reunion stopped by their table to rub it in.

“Why Rachel Rasmussen, I never dreamed you’d show up alone. I thought your daddy married you off to one of his ultra-rich Republican friends. I saw that expose in the paper a few years ago of your big ‘ole mansion along the river. It looked almost big enough to be able to remove the regret of knowing you’d ditched Rocky just before his music career took off. Just think, if you’d remained with Rocky, you’d be even richer now than you are with your refined husband who looks old enough to be headed to a rest home soon.”

“Get lost, Rory. You’re as repugnant of a person as you were back in school. I’d hoped time might reduce your jealous outbursts, but I was wrong.” Rachel couldn’t hide her deep-seated reproach for a woman who had done all she could to steal Rocky, the hottest guy in their class, away from Rachel.

“What’s the matter, Rachel? Can’t you handle knowing what a remarkably huge mistake you made in choosing Mr. Respectable over Mr. Rock ‘n Roll himself?”

Rachel wanted to remind the bitch to mind her own business, but the truth of her rival’s words rang in her ears.

“Rory, glad to see you’re as revolting now as you were ten years ago. Take a fucking hike so I can relax and enjoy the reunion.”

Rachel couldn’t see him, but she’d recognize his voice anywhere. She’d watched every interview he’d done in the media over the years just to hear Rocky’s voice, remembering better times when the words he spoke were reserved for her alone.   Her heart rate rocketed at the possibility he was really here.

The group of friends gathered around all remained frozen for a few long seconds, unsure if they’d really heard their old friend’s voice.   Those who’d been standing turned, opening a gap big enough for Rachel to lock eyes with the only man she’d ever loved with all her heart.

The rest of the room disappeared for the star-crossed lovers who had been torn apart by Rachel’s father.

Her dad never thought a rowdy rock musician with long hair, earrings and rugged tattoos was good enough for his respectable daughter.   She’d been sent away to a private university in Rhode Island, kept where her father could regulate her every move until he’d relentlessly reprogrammed her to his way of thinking.   Only in recent years had Rachel been remembering how remarkable life had been before she’d been sent away, and those revelations had brought an end to her respectable marriage.

Rocky’s eyes raked over her possessively, exactly as he had ten years before.   The heat she saw reflected back at her resurrected a passion in her she’d thought was dead.

“Rocky.” She wasn’t sure he heard her over the raunchy rap song playing in the background.

“Rach.”   That one syllable was all she needed to know he still loved her… even after all the resented years apart. She heard the same reverent tone in his voice that she had in hers. It was a tone that could only be recreated when your heart had been ripped out of your chest by a broken romance.

“How… I mean you returned?   Aren’t you supposed to be on a stage in Rochester right now?”

“I recently canceled the show.” His eyes still bore into hers while they remained perfectly still.

“Why would you do something rash like that?”

For the first time, Rocky glanced up to grin at her old friend, Ruby. “I got an emergency message delivered this afternoon through my record label representative. Seems an old high school friend was desperate to reveal to me that a certain runaway girlfriend from my past would be attending tonight’s ten-year reunion alone, having recently divorced her no-good rich husband.” His eyes returned to Rachel’s.   “Needless to say, this revelation was of more importance to me than doing a routine show for thousands of fans.”

His remarks rocked her world. “That’s ridiculous, Rocky. It had to cost you a fortune to return here tonight.”

“You still haven’t recognized something very important about me, Rach. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the money – I never did. It was always about the music – the recognition was just nice because it provided me with enough money to do what I loved every day, which was make music.   In the end, it still wasn’t really enough though because the music isn’t the same without you there at rehearsal every night or riding in the back of the van on the way to our gigs.   God, Rachel, please tell me you’ll return to me where you belong?”

The entire small town reunion had screeched to a halt, the rap music had been replaced with an electric buzz of excitement. Their hometown hero had returned and everyone pressed in around them to watch the real-life drama play out.

Time stood still for Rachel as ten wasted years of her life fell away, returning her to their last night together. The romantic promises they’d made to each other after they’d made love in the back of Rocky’s beat-up Range Rover were resurrected in her heart. She blushed red as memories she’d repressed about how kinky Rocky had been rushed back. His smug grin assured her he remembered too.

Rachel moved in slow motion, never removing her gaze from Rocky’s intense stare, drawing her back to him like an invisible rope.

To everyone else in the room, Rocky was a rock star. To her, he was her rescuer, there to return her to his side where she belonged. He closed the last remaining feet between them, scooping her into his arms and ravaging her whole body – his roving hands rubbed her rump as his lips reclaimed her in a searing kiss.

The roaring clapping and shouting of the rowdy crowd pressing in around them finally had Rocky releasing her lips to look down on her reverently.

“I’m never letting you go ever again, Rachel. You’re mine and I should have responded differently ten years ago when your father sent you away. I thought maybe he was right, that you did deserve someone more respectable than me, but I was a fucking idiot.”

Rachel relaxed into his arms, finally home where she belonged. His next words whispered into her ear sent a rush of excitement directly through her entire body. “You remember how I like to deal with my naughty girl, don’t you Rach?” Her heart raced as he continued. “I have ten years of raunchy things to do to this irresistible body of yours, starting with a long, hard spanking over my knee until that luscious ass of yours is rosy red.”

“Oh God, Rocky. You haven’t been back five minutes and you’re up to your old routine. How do you know I want to return to your caveman ways?” The mischievous grin on her face had to give her real feelings away.

“Oh Rach, you can protest all you want, but you loved every risqué moment of your body bared and responsive. I remember more than once spanking you right up until it was time to ride you hard until you’d scream your release.”

She couldn’t resist running her hand down between their pressed bodies, rubbing his raging erection.

“It looks like your body is happy with our little reunion as well.”

“Let’s go home, Rachel.”


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O=Oral Exams #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.

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O is for Oral Exams

Olivia couldn’t believe her eyes. She needed an A on the English exam in order to keep her GPA up high enough to get into the orthodontist track. It was her family’s traditional occupation and her parents would be outraged if she failed to follow in their footsteps.

She’d studied hard over the weekend, and played a night owl before cramming for the written exam. Olivia was certain when she left the test that she’d aced her last obstacle before the quarter break, and yet the C+ shining back at her from the computer screen told her otherwise.

Olivia looked at her watch nervously to see it was almost four o’clock. Professor O’Keefe’s standing offer to administer an oral exam for students scoring poorly on the written exam was about to expire at the end of his office hours that afternoon.   She hesitated – she’d been a student at the University of Ontario a long time – long enough to know exactly what type of oral exams were offered in the office of the most handsome professor on campus.

If she was going to take him up on the opportunity to raise her grade, she needed to leave now.

The cold October wind flew up her short skirt as she stepped outside her off-campus apartment. She weighed her options on the way to the professor’s office, and by the time she was knocking on the thick wooden door, she was determined to provide whatever oral service was required to change her grade to an A.

“Ah, Miss Osborne, I wasn’t sure if you’d be joining me today or not. I must say, I was surprised you only scored a C on your last exam.   Am I to assume you’re here to take me up on the offer for an oral exam?”   He might be handsome, but the sly smile playing at his lips as he eyed up his twenty-one year old student creeped Olivia out.

She tried to put some distance between them as she replied. “Yes, Professor O’Keefe, I was hoping for a much better grade.”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m the kind of professor who believes in providing opportunities for students to opt-in to certain kinds of extra credit.”

Olivia wanted to point out that he was on the receiving end of some mighty nice benefits himself from the arrangement, but she opted to keep that opinion to herself.

She instead said the words he was waiting for. “Thank you for the opportunity, sir.”   He seemed pleased with Olivia’s over the top show of respect.

The professor ushered her into his rather opulent office, closing the door behind them. Based on rumors around campus, she wasn’t surprised to hear the click as he locked the door behind them to avoid an awkward intrusion.   Still, once she was locked alone with the unscrupulous professor, the warmth of the room became oppressive.

“Since this is your first time signing up for oral exams, Miss Osborne, I ought to make sure we both understand each other.   For example, I understand you want me to override your score to give you a better grade…”

She cut him off, “A MUCH better grade, Professor O’Keefe.”

The thin line of his lips showed his overt arrogance. “I’m only able to modify your original grade by so much with a simple oral exam, young lady.”

A familiar pressure to be perfect overwhelmed the young student, urging her to override the internal warning bells that were going off. Olivia wilted under the stern gaze of the authority figure standing between her and success.

She managed only a whisper, “Surely there has to be another option, sir.”

His stern response alarmed Olivia. “I’m disappointed that you failed to prepare properly, and Olivia, I don’t appreciate you pressuring me to overlook your poor output.”

For the briefest of moments, she worried the rumors of the outrageous activities perpetrated by Professor O’Keefe had been overstated.   Then he opened his mouth again.

“There’s only one offer I’m able to think of to remedy your problem, and I assure you, you’re going to hate the option I propose.”

His words were ominous, yet she had to ask. “I’d like to at least hear your offer, sir.”

He hesitated briefly before walking behind his desk, and grabbed one of several long rattan canes standing upright in the previously unseen orange and black canister. He returned to his desk to display the discipline device overtly for her inspection. Olivia’s heart rate skyrocketed as she contemplated the implications of the older man’s actions.

“As you can see, Miss Osborne, I believe a healthy dose of corporal punishment can help a young miss, such as yourself, learn how to buckle down and own her success. I’m afraid the only way I would feel comfortable modifying your grade as high as you obviously want me to would be to first ensure you atone for your obvious neglect of your studies.”   He paused, pinning her with an openly sexual stare. “I’ll need to hear you ask for your punishment in your own words before I’ll consider proceeding.”

Feeling trapped, her voice quavered as she forced the ominous words from her mouth. “Professor O’Keefe… sir… I’m so sorry I failed to study properly for the exam. I was hoping you’d consider overriding my previous grade in favor of an oral exam and…” Olivia couldn’t bring herself to ask for the ordeal he had implied.

“I’m afraid you omitted the most critical requirement of your request. Mind you, I’m under no obligation whatsoever to change your grade. You are going to have to be less obscure and say plainly what you want, Miss Osborne.”

The bastard’s eyes shone with excitement as he purposefully swished the thick cane once against his slacks as she suffered in obvious humiliation.

She weighed her options before finally buckling under and obediently putting herself at his mercy. “Professor, sir, would you please use your cane to provide the physical lesson I deserve for omitting my efforts to study hard?”

“Closer, Miss Osborne, but you’ll obviously need to be more clear. Exactly where would you like me to apply my cane on your body?” His dark eyes ogled her up and down.

“Well… okay… I guess I have to say on my bottom.”

“You ought to be more precise. What part of your bottom, Olivia?”

“My bare bottom, Professor O’Keefe.” She observed her shoes in embarrassment.

“Very well, if you insist, I’ll have you place yourself over my desk now to prepare for your discipline.”

Olivia moved on autopilot, shuffling forward to bend awkwardly, placing her upper body on the wood desk.   She felt the professor’s hands on her own, stretching her arms above her head.

“I’ve had accidents occur when a student is overwhelmed by the lesson I’m teaching, so I must insist that you grasp the opposite edge of the desk and do not release your hands until your discipline has been delivered. Do you understand, Miss Osborne?” His ominous order made it clear he expected to be obeyed.

“Okay,” was all she could mutter.

His hands were cold as he brushed her body intimately, lifting her skirt, exposing her orange thong underwear.   He could have left them on as her bottom was already bare, but he was determined to complete her humiliation by looping his fingers in her panties and lowering them to just above her knees.   He used the toe of his shoe to tap her feet, silently telling her to widen her stance.   She caught a whiff of her own sexual juices and she knew he had to be able to smell the odor as well, which tipped her farther into her submission.

Olivia’s breath came in uneven gasps as he made her wait for the oppressive punishment.   The first slice of the cane across the orbs of her ass hurt like no other pain she had ever experienced.   Her ass felt as if it was on fire and he’d only delivered one stroke.   She panicked when she realized she hadn’t asked how many strokes he’d be offering today.

The second stroke came too soon as she opted to bite her lip rather than scream like she wanted to. She was determined to avoid an outcry that might be overheard by someone passing by, but she failed miserably when the third swish could be heard just before the lick of flames lit up her sit-spots. Her blood-curdling scream surely was heard outside the building.

Professor O’Keefe took his official role of disciplinarian seriously, delivering a full set of twelve cane strokes to Olivia’s now welted bare bottom.   She gasped to suck in oxygen as she sobbed through the ordeal.

Before she understood what he was up to, she found herself standing just before being quickly shoved to her knees on the floor.

“Hold your skirt up, Olivia. I’m going to enjoy looking down on your striped ass as you take your oral exam.”

This part she’d expected on the way over.   Her knees crashed hard against the hardwood floor as he opened the zipper to his khakis, pulling out his oversized cock, already long and thick.

“Open wide. I have a long and hard exam for you to pass before I’ll give you the opportunity to have your score revisited.   Until the exam is over, I’ll be expecting your full oral cooperation.”

His manhood gagged her as he pressed against the back of her throat, overtly possessing her submission. She got light-headed as she ran out of oxygen just before he pulled out long enough for her to gasp for precious air. He plunged in again and again, overpowering his student on her knees as he drove himself to a loud, grunting orgasm.

She felt his hot cum as it shot deep in her pried open mouth.   She looked up to meet his dominant glare from her knees, his manly organ still pulsing as it pumped ooze.   She wanted to take offense at his treatment of her, but in that moment, all she could muster was overwhelming pride that she’d been able to obediently service him to pass the final exam.

Relieved at meeting her objective, Olivia rose and accepted his help in righting her outfit.   She couldn’t wait to get out of there.   She was at the door when she heard him call out.

“You passed your oral exam with flying colors, Miss Osborne. Your adjusted score will be posted by one tomorrow.”

She didn’t trust herself to speak so she flung open the door to escape. Olivia was surprised to find another student from her class waiting nervously in the chairs outside Professor O’Keefe’s office. She wasn’t surprised that another student might take him up on the offer for extra credit. What surprised her was who occupied the chair.

The professor’s voice was right behind her as he ordered the next student inside. “Mr. Olsen, I see you’ve come for your oral exam.”

Orrin Olsen’s eyes widened at the ominous tone of the professor. “Yes, sir, Professor O’Keefe.”


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