she breathed, “you’re right, I took control. But just because I didn’t know any better.”
He rubbed her bottom in circles. Then he spread her legs again and pressed his hand against her sex.
“Hazel, will you obey me for the rest of the evening?”
“Yes.”
“And submit to a lesson in self-control?”
“I’ll submit,” Hazel returned, extremely eager to experience all he had threatened.
“You know, Hazel, there’s a lot more to over the knee discipline than just spanking,” he told her, spreading her cheeks. “There’s the embarrassment of being exposed, as well as the humiliation of being punished anally.” Now he lightly spanked the area he spread. “Don’t you find this embarrassing, Hazel?”
“Yes!” she managed to utter between whimpers.
“Let me examine you,” he said, pulling her cheeks well apart. She held her breath as he held her spread, then spanked her bottom hole again, harder this time.
“Oh!” she cried softly, for it felt sexy and her clit had begun to ache.
“Don’t you need to be punished like this Hazel?” Robert asked, giving her one last chance to escape the rarified indignities to come.
“Yes!”
“May I ask if your bottom has ever been taken?” he stopped spanking momentarily.
Hazel didn’t reply immediately. Then she finally said, “Yes, but not in the way you’re proposing.”
“In what way then?”
“I did have a boyfriend who sodomized me.”
“I could enjoy doing that myself.”
“Oh no, you’re too big,” she told him, for she had been aware for some time of a jumbo erection pressing against her tummy.
“That’s okay, I’d prefer to take you with a nozzle and a hose anyway, at least tonight,” he told her, lifting her off his lap. “Get up on the massage table now. And assume a position that renders your bottom accessible.”
Hazel stared at him, as though confused by the command. Things were changing quickly! She looked at the massage table.
“Well?” he smacked her on the bottom to encourage her migration across the room.
“Assume a position?” she slowly moved to the table.
“Try getting up on all fours,” he suggested while collecting his equipment. Hazel sat on the table. He came over with a fluffy white towel and threw it across the table. “Spread that out first so you won’t stick to the leather,” he advised. She knelt on the towel and leaned on her hands like a centerfold. He circled her with folded arms. “Drop your chest so that your bottom is uppermost. Bring your knees in a little closer to your chest, and spread your legs even more. Are you comfortable?”
“Uh, sort of,” she admitted.
“Hazel, do you know about the word mercy?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s the word submissives use when they want their dominants to know that some part of the scene isn’t going right, or that something hurts too much.”
“I understand.”
“I see that you can be compliant when you want to be,” he ran his fingertips lightly down her back and ended by caressing her curved bottom. “But you haven’t been this agreeable all night.” He smacked her hard on either cheek. “You behaved disgracefully at The Keep.”
“I know.”
Robert took the long, slim vibrator out of the Anal Invader box and lubricated it.
‘I want you open, Hazel. Every part of you,” he told her, deliberately dividing her labia with deft fingers and lightly probing her slick sex. She squirmed ticklishly as he slipped his middle finger up into her vagina and slowly pistoned it in and out. She arched up to him and opened herself completely.
“You could just fuck me,” she suggested suddenly. “You could get up right behind me here and now.”
Robert sighed and stopped fingering her.
“I thought you weren’t going to try to control this scene,” he said.
“I wasn’t –”
“Yes you were.”
“I just thought that what you were doing just now felt so sexy. And I’m so ready,” she appealed timidly.
“Hazel, I’m not saying you didn’t have a good idea,” Robert told her, coming around in front of her to lightly kiss her and brush her hair away from her face. “But I’m still going to punish you first.”
“Okay.”
“Now stop trying to seduce me,” he ordered, though somehow she was now out of her position and in his arms.
“But you’ve been hard for such a long time,” Hazel softly observed, allowing her hand to brush against his erection. “Don’t you need some relief?”
Robert disengaged her arms from around his neck and gently put her back into her original position. “Hazel, behave,” he scolded, “you’re not in a porno movie.”
“I wasn’t acting pornographically!” she blushed with embarrassment.
“Yes, you were.”
“Isn’t a submissive supposed to serve the needs of her dominant?”
“Different dominants have different needs,” he explained, firmly separating her knees again to achieve the delicious exposure that shifting her position had lost. “I have a fixation on the female bottom that extends beyond spanking. All I ask is that you allow me to indulge it.”
“Oh, certainly!”
“Then be a good girl and stop interrupting me. We’ve delayed the inevitable long enough.”
The next thing Hazel felt was the insertion of the long, cold, slippery vibrator into her bottom. Robert slid it in very slowly. Hazel now forgot all about Robert’s cock. All of her attention was immediately focused on herself and what he was doing to her. The anal penetration was almost too much to withstand. His big hands manipulating her ignited a chain of pre-orgasmic winks, the likes of which she had never before experienced. Slipping one hand under her flat belly, he pressed his palm against her abdomen while smacking her filled bottom. Hazel sobbed. If he continued to do things like this she would succumb long before he got to the enema.
Robert took his hand away from her tummy and slid the vibrator out of her bottom, glad he hadn’t turned it on.
“You aren’t allowed to climax.”
“What
