Maiden Maid Ch 3 First Spanking and Masturbating the Master

“If you pleased me, I wouldn’t have to be giving you this spanking now. I think it is time now. I want you on the ottoman. Over here, yes, now kneel down on it, no the other way, your head facing the mirror,” Michael’s hands molding her body into the position he required of her.

Sara braced herself and moved towards the ottoman. She knelt on it, Michael turning her the other way so she would be facing the mirror, wanting her to see what he was going to do to her. He made her get into the doggy position, on her hands and knees. He pulled her head up, his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look forward into the mirror. She could see his hands moving over her flesh, running down the insides of her legs again, urging them to spread out.

“That’s a good girl, now spread your legs more, I want them very wide this time, all the way to the side of the ottoman.” He watched her knees slide on the ottoman, her legs spreading wider and wider. She was opening up quite well. “Yes, that’s good,” his hand now pushing down on her back, forcing the front part of her body down. “Put your head down on your arms, but keep facing forward, yes, that’s good. Now arch up a little,” his hands coming under her abdomen forcing her ass out even further. “That’s a good girl, now do not move, that is the way I want you,” pleased with the way she was displayed.

She felt like a trained dog, pushed this way, then that way, his voice always talking to her. She felt her body arranged. She looked in the mirror and could not believe it. Her ass was pushed up high, her back arched, her legs spread wide. She could only imagine what she looked like from behind. Like a whore, ready to be fucked. She felt hands return to her ass again, stroking her flesh. She began to feel her pussy get wet. Oh, God, don’t let him see me wet, please, I could not stand the humiliation. 

Sara looked very desirable from behind. Her legs were spread wide, bright red pussy hair poking out from the sides of her white panties, her ass held up high. Saturday he would have his new spanking bench. Then he would also be able to strap her in. He let his fingers caress her ass again, her ass tightly drawn from the strain of the position she was in. “This will teach you to respect my property.” The first slap with the flat part of his hand hit her right cheek with a loud splat, echoing off the walls of the study. 

“OOOOW,” she yelled, the sharp pain of his hand on her tender ass shooting up her spine to her brain. She tried to move but Michael’s hands on her hips held her tightly. She felt his hand rub her pained asscheeks, soothing it, getting it ready for another. “OOOOOWW,” another slap, this time to her left cheek, again his hand hitting with a resounding slap. Hands held her tightly, pulling her ass higher up into the air.

“You have a long ways to go, now raise up again, that’s a good girl, get your ass up in the air.” He held her when she tried to move and put her back into position. “Legs a little bit further apart,” his hands moving between her thighs, pushing out on both, spreading her open further. A quick two slap, his hand moving from one cheek to another, one loud gasp coming from Sara’s mouth. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, feeling the heat that he had already produced from the spanks. He ran his fingers close to the edge of her panties, fingers teasing the crease, running up and down. He could see that her panties were already becoming wet. Another slap to her lower cheek on both sides, a new spot for pain, her panties only covering part of the territory, part of her naked flesh receiving the slaps. He watched as her ass moved seductively. He began again, two slaps, one to each side, then his hand rubbing her flesh, feeling the heat that the spanks were producing. Another two, gasps coming from her lips, her hips swaying to the hand beating on her ass cheeks. “Good girl, Sara, “ his hands rubbing lower, between her thighs. He could see that her panties were beginning to get wet. This time he gave each inner thigh a slap, first the right, then the left. This pushed her legs out further, almost sliding off the ottoman. He could see more red hair peeking out of her panties. His finger slid from the top of the crease of her ass, sliding down, his finger increasing the pressure, forcing her panties into the crease. Down further until he reached her pussy, his finger getting wet from her panties. “Are you getting wet from the spanking, Sara?” 

Sara looked at Michael in the mirror, her face flushed. He knew, he had felt her wet pussy, knew that she was getting excited. She did not know if it was from being forced into this humiliating position or the spanking that was doing it, but she almost welcomed the next slap. “Please, sir,” her voice just above a whisper. “Please.”

Michael pushed one hand under her abdomen, his hand spreading out, fingers pushed into her flesh. He pushed up with his hand, forcing her to rise up higher, her ass pushing out. Two more quick slaps to her cheeks, his other hand holding her up for the punishment, open and spread for him. His cock hardened from the gasps of pain coming from her lips, the tremors running through her body as he held her open. His hands ran over the flesh of her ass, so tight, a young girls taunt ass cheeks. His fingers slid along the crease again, this time her cheeks not tightening up, giving him complete access to her most intimate region. “That’s a good girl, Sara, relax, let it happen,” his finger pushing in, pushing in her panties between her cheeks. He felt her jerk up as his finger touched her asshole, hidden from his view, but not by his finger. He slapped her inner thighs again, her legs almost doing the split, her panties pulling to the sides, exposing a portion of her exquisite ass. His finger returning to the crease of her ass, looking for her asshole again. He felt her tremble as he let it pause over her tiny asshole, rubbing her panties in tiny circles around the small dimple. “You like your asshole played with Sara,” his finger pushing in, pushing her panties into her asshole. Her body tried to get away from the finger, but his other hand pushed against her, forcing her back up again, forcing her asshole onto the finger at its entrance. Michael slapped her ass again twice, this time slapping hard into the crease, hoping to hit her defenseless asshole.

Sara felt his fingers and hands running over her ass cheeks, pushing into the crease of her ass. She let her cheeks relax, letting him have his way with her, allowing him to play with her asshole, afraid of what he may do, but also excited as it teased at the tiny hole. It pushed in harder, seeking entrance, her body jerking away from the finger, his hand forcing her back onto it. She saw his face in the mirror, he would not allow her to resist. Two more slaps, her hips slowly moving left to right, his other hand guiding her, keeping her open for his pleasure. She felt the hand just miss her asshole, hitting to the sides of it, exciting her. What would it feel like if he hit her there, the thrill running through her body? She felt his hand reach down lower, to her crotch, his fingers grabbing her pussy, fat fingers tightening on her female sex, pushing in, gripping it like it was a baseball. 

Michael grabbed her pussy, pulling her backwards, opening up her sex to him. “Four more, two each time, this time to your pussy. Now open up and keep yourself open,” his hands pushing her thighs out again, her legs almost split open from the spread.

Sara braced her body for the final spankings. She could not believe when he said he was going to spank her pussy, but his positioning of her body left no doubts in her head. The last ones would be on her delicate pussy. She could feel her pussy dripping in expectation. She knew it was going to hurt, but she also knew that she would enjoy it at the same time. Was it the pain or the submission that she enjoyed? She felt the hand slap her pussy twice, the noise ringing out in the room before she even felt the pain. It seemed like hours until suddenly the pain shot from her sex up to her brain, her delicate pussy suffering the sharp slap of his hand directly on her spread pussy lips. She could feel her wet panties pushed into her sex. “OOOWWW, OOOhhhh, God, please, please,” her legs bowing out trying to relieve the burning pain between her legs.