Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Three and a Half

Part Four

Part Four and a Half

Part Four and Three Quarters

Part Five

Emily [F30] stood almost nude in front of David [M40], clad only in her black panties and bralette. The room was totally dark, except a few candles positioned around the room, and the orange light of the crackling fire.

She was excited for whatever tonight held in store, punctuated by the passing thunderstorm’s dramatic lighting. David took her by the hand as he walked to a nearby wood chair, dressed in a simple buttoned shirt and well-worn denim jeans. He sat down and pulled Emily down to sit in his lap, facing away from him.

She felt David’s hand trace along her thigh, causing the hair to stand on end. As he drew close to her bikini line, she sucked in her breath in anticipation.

In a firm but calming voice, David spoke “we are going to play a game.” His fingers teased her gently as he continued “I want you to tell me a fantasy that you’ve never told anyone else, an idea that is guaranteed to make you cum, but which makes you embarrassed a few minutes later.”

Emily asked, “and what’s the game?”

Outside, the lightning storm put on a fireworks display, but the thunder temporarily abated as the weather front moved into the plains.

“You have to tell it to me, but you cannot cum.” David responded.

“And if I cum, what happens?” Emily inquired.

“You’ll be punished.” David responded.

Emily wiggled her ass in his lap, feeling his hard thick cock pressing against her through the jeans.

“I will do that Daddy.”

David praised her “Good girl Emily.”

“I have always wanted to be used in a public place, made to feel like a total slut. In my mind, I’m out in public somewhere, like a restaurant, party, or even in a train, and I’m not wearing any panties. My skirt is a bit too short, and I have to be careful to not accidentally flash my holes to everyone around me…..ugh.” Emily’s testimonial was interrupted by a deep moan as David’s hand found her clit over her panties.

David rubbed Emily harder, telling her “continue.”

“I picture being groped, either beneath the table, or as I stand in the dance floor, or as I hold onto the handle in a train car, feeling a strong hand explore me. Since we met, I picture your hands, regardless of whether I knew who you were.” Emily was struggling to speak at this point, as David’s other hand explored her hard nipple between the thin bralette.

Emily stared into the crackling fire as she continued to squirm under David’s touch, confessing a fantasy that she had never spoken out loud “I just picture myself as a total whore for a man, a strong stranger who captures my attention.”

“Sounds familiar” David said, rubbing her clit with one hand as the other approached her neck. Emily focused her eyes on the flickering embers of the fire, the blue and white flames dancing.

“I want to be forced to stay quiet as I’m filled with cum…used over a bathroom counter or in a changing room…or in the sleeper car of a train, fucked like….a…whore…as people are outside.”

Emily struggled to get the words out, and bit her lip hard to try and distract herself from the overwhelming stimulation of David’s touch on her pussy and breasts, although he still had not intruded beneath her underwear.

“You want to feel like a good girl don’t you, a slutty little whore used and filled with cum, forced to walk back through public as it drips down your legs, don’t you?” David asked, knowing exactly what would happen.

“Yes” Emily answered pitifully.

As the final syllable left her lips, she moaned and lost control, feeling her pussy soak through her panties as David held you tight. She had tried so fucking hard not to cum, but his touch and hold were divine. She couldn’t think for a moment and just let the emotion and release overwhelm her. Her legs shook and she felt David’s hot breath on the back of her neck, as he continued to rub her through her orgasm. Finally, Emily came to, trying to catch her breath.

“Emily, you broke the rules…” David said coolly.

As he finished her question, the lightning returned and the house shook with thunder, a new flash and boom coming almost every thirty seconds.

“You made me!” She said combatively, hoping he’d forget her punishment. But David didn’t forget.

He raised Emily to her feet and bent her over his knees, and told her she’d been a very bad little slut.

“Do you deserve to be punished Emily?” David asked.

Emily responded “yes, Daddy. Punish me.”

She focused her attention on the dancing wick of a bare wax candle, a bead of hot liquid dripping down the long stem.

Suddenly, she felt the sting and sound of his bare palm spanking her hard over her panties. Initially, David gave her one spank on each cheek before roughly pulling her panties down until they were halfway down her thighs, making her unable to move her legs as the fabric bound them together.

The next spanks arrived on her bare buttocks, with those on the right cheek finding the location of her already sensitive purple bruise, and making her whimper.

“You need more, don’t you Emily?” David asked rhetorically.

She only nodded, the candle light catching the tears dripping down the soft cheeks of her face, a response matching her shamefully wet cunt at this moment.

Finally, David roughly pulled her black panties off her legs all together and stuffed them into her mouth, muffling her moans and whimpers.

“I’ll give you six more spanks, and I want those panties dry of your pussy juice by the time I’m done.” David said with unequivocal resolve.

Emily began to suck the still-warm liquid out of the fabric, the wet sucking sound audible to them both. She could taste the familiar flavor of her own wetness, a flavor she now associated with David’s soft lips. As she sucked, David gave her two more forceful spanks across her ass, two more on the bare backs of her thighs, and finally, two half-strength slaps on her bare aroused clit, making her jump.

She felt like a toy for his abuse, and fucking loved it. This submissive powerlessness was like a narcotic, drawing her to him like an intractable magnet.

“Good girl Emily. Thank you for sharing your fantasy. We’ll make it come true someday.”

He pulled the panties out of her mouth and found them lightly damp, a far cry from their soaked state when he stuffed them in.

He stood Emily onto her feet, and hugged her tightly, letting her enjoy an intimate soothing embrace after that ordeal.

“Ready to play another game?” asked David with a smirk.

Emily nodded readily.

He reached down and ripped the fabric of her bra, exposing her completely nude figure.

“I have something in mind.” David said.

Behind him, the windows flashed white with lightning, punctuating his complete control over her.

Emily watched as David reached behind him, and retrieved a crystal glass buttplug from the wood mantle above the fireplace.

“Ready?” David asked.

Emily nervously gulped in anticipation, but instinctually, she just nodded approval.