The smell of simmering chicken broth permeated the air like a soothing hug. She’d left him tucked up, with an enormous box of kleenex and the lamp pleasantly dim, after several return trips to fluff up his pillows just so and see him cozy. He’d gone to sleep with some terrible television show streaming, and she’d left him in peace to nap for an hour. But now, she heard stirring and flicked the electric kettle on, before she went to check up on her patient.
The blanket was pulled up to his bare chest, the laptop balanced just so in front of him, and his left arm hidden below the covers. His collar was a thick band, worn loose on his throat so he could rest comfortably. She raised her eyebrows. “Feeling better?”
“A bit better…” His voice had that careful hint of gratitude of a person unsure but pleased to find themselves looked after. And something else.
“Whatcha doing?” She loomed in, fluffing up the pillow behind him and glancing at the screen. White background Reddit and a couple of other tabs. Suspicious. “Gone Wild?”
That would have meant a series of coltish, fae girls, making doe eyes hopeful looks into the camera or sprawling just so, splay legged and prone. She smirked as his reticence confirmed what she thought and kept looking at the computer, checking and finding other hints. “Hmmm, and ‘Majorie’s Birthday Spanking’. You were really hoping I wouldn’t notice, weren’t you?”
His teeth captured his lower lip, his eyes refusing to meet hers dead on. In response, her fingers hooked into the hem of the covers and tugged them down. He was bare chested, his arm still across his body. The cozy flannel pyjamas he’d gone to bed in where yanked so the waistband rested on the tops of his thighs, his hand wrapped around an erection.
“So this is what you were doing when you were supposed to be sleeping?” She gave the computer a little nudge off his lap and pulled the blankets completely aside. “Well, you’re obviously feeling better. Get up!”
“Nooo… still sick!” he pouted, grabbing at the blankets.
“Behave!” She put her smile away, hiding her amusement behind a stern frown.
She liked the look of his cock, whether it was soft and stowed, or thick and hard, the head swollen and deep pink. With another nudge from her, he was standing and she had taken his spot on the bed, sitting primly and looking him up and down.
“Take your pants the rest of the way off. There’s no hiding it now.”
He continued to pout and he tugged them down and kicked them away from his slender legs. His cock continued to jut, tempting her to further cruelty
“Now tell me exactly what you were doing.” Her hand reached to cradle him, his balls resting against her palm, while the other hand circled the shaft, fingers looping together just under the ridge of the head, contemplating the possibilities. “No, don’t hide your face.”
“I was bored,” he mumbled, but his hips thrust forward against her hand.
Her fingers teased, making him gasp. “Bored? Tell me more. And enunciate.” She gave a squeeze to punctuate the last command. “Slut.”
“So I started looking at porn…”
“You were so bored you just had to act like a nasty little slut…again?” She gave another tug, playful in her control. “What kind of porn?”
“Gone Wi…”
“I know that. Tell me about it,” she cut him off, releasing him from her hands so she could hold up the laptop.
A few finger swipes and they were both looking at the step-by-step strip of a red headed woman, from long blue sweater and grey socks that stopped half way up her thigh, to reveal a body hugging harness of crisp white rope. The cheerful caption: ‘My Slave’s [F]irst time’.
“Look at that. Drooling over her, with all the other horny boys? Well, she is pretty…” The woman’s poses got more provocative, as the thick presence of a vibrator materialized, already buried in her cunt. In the next picture she was flipped over, looking slightly hopeful over her shoulder with big blue eyes. Her ass was angled up towards the camera, pulled slightly open. “Look at that, filthy!”
“Yes…” He mumbled again. She’d ordered him, since he seemed to want to touch himself so badly he could keep himself hard for her.
“You liked that, looking at her on display like that?” She made a tsking noise. “Get on the bed. No, further, on all fours. Spread your legs.”
He felt her hands on his thighs, getting the pose she wanted and looked back just in time to see her pick up the dark rectangle of her cellphone. There was a snap, fake shutter noises as she captured his picture. “See, I was originally going to put you up on Ladyboners, but that’s maybe a bit too tame for how exposed you are. But maybe you should do a better job copying her pose?”
“I’m sick!” He protested, digging for mercy. She chuckled and the camera clicked again.
“Arch your back. There, better. how does it feel to be made to match that filthy display you were enjoying?” She couldn’t help sound happy when she was being mean to him. “Oh, but there was more, wasn’t there?”
“Yes,” he admitted in a small voice. “There was a video…”
“You were watching that awfully quietly, weren’t you? Put your head down.” She snapped a third picture. “Tell me, what was in it?”
“A girl…”
“Louder.”
“A girl, she got spanked.”
“Hard? Until she was red?”
“Yes…”
“You know what comes next.” There was the sound of bedsprings as she sat back down and patted her lap. “Right here, over my knee.”
He ended up belly down, his erection nestled into the crevice made by her thighs. Her palm stroked against his upturned ass. “How hard did they spank her, in the video?”
“Really hard.”
“And you were enjoying it weren’t you? I bet she was crying. You like it when they cry.”
“Yes…” He whimpered, knowing what came next.
Her first strike stung, but didn’t come down full force, and was followed by a reign of blows, raising a pink colour and warming his flesh until she’d judged he could take more. From there she put more of her arm into it, cupping her hand so each smack resounded through the bedroom.
He didn’t cry out, but pressed his face into the matress, making muffled grunts and gasps. she watched, bemused as his leg curled up and then sagged back down. She could feel him wriggling, her thighs still teasing his trapped cock.
“There, isn’t that a nice glow? You should see!” She had to strain to reach the camera, but in a moment she had it in her hand and snapped a picture. “Off you get.”
She held the screen up so she could show him and thumbed through his pictures. “We’re not done though. Go on… back to playing with yourself.”
He stood in front of her, one hand carassing himself until he sagged at the knees, and groaned begging. “Can I come? Please! Please, can I come?”
She brought the phone up in front of her face, grinning wide. “…Say cheese!”
The photo was blurred, catching his face out of focus, and the spurt start of cum burbling out. She made a satisfied noise as he collapsed against the bed.
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