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Uncle Herbie's Rule
zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
The following story is a true account of an ageplay scene between
myself and my husband. It contains a pussy spanking and sex. If
you are over eighteen and think you might like to read a story
like this -- then be my guest.
Zoey was told to take off her shorts and she tossed them aside
giving him a querulous look. He told her to pick them up and fold
them. She folded them with exaggerated care and placed them on
the cocktail table. Uncle Herbie spanked her a lot, just about
every morning for some reason or another. Zoey knew she was a
bad girl, but this was just getting to be too much!
He seemed especially mean this morning. He told her to take off
her blouse and she made a face at him yet unbuttoned it. She turned
around to have her back to him as she slid it down her arms. Again
she folded it with exaggerated movements and placed it on the
cocktail table. As she finally lowered her panties and was now
naked, she felt a twinge of embarrassment. She folded the tiny
panties into fourths. It was more to delay what might come next
then as a show of her usual pride. She was relieved when he pulled
her down across his lap so she could better hide from his gaze.
Uncle Herbie spanked her differently this morning. It was a spanking
that said he had a lot of time. He spanked slowly and took lots
of breaks to rub her bottom. Zoey felt especially vulnerable lying
naked across his lap, yet his hands didn't touch her secret places.
He seemed more intent on touching her arms and her upper legs
the backs of her knees and rubbing her back then he was with delving
between her legs.
Eventually he asked her to stand and face him. Her legs were on
each side of his knees and he moved his knees apart. Zoey stared
at the ceiling blushing to have him looking at her smooth and
hairless pussy. Uncle Herbie picked up the paddle and smacked
softly against her cleft. Zoey immediately moved her hand down
to rub and yelp. That was when he announce the rule. She must
keep her hands behind her neck and ask him nicely to rub if that
is what she wanted.
Zoey was totally embarrassed. She hated having her pussy smacked
but hated even more asking "Rub my pussy please, Sir" each time
the sensation became unbearable. She tried to last for ten or
fifteen smacks before she would whimper the words. He would immediately
put the paddle or the crop down and rub between her legs, sliding
the moisture around and causing her to gasp and shudder.
Just as she would start to move against his hand and wonder in
her mind if she should ask him to fuck her, he would take his
hand away and pick up either the crop or paddle. She tried to
last longer and longer, not wanting to admit she wanted to feel
his fingers exploring her but she could only last so long and
then the words would squeak out again.
Eventually he had her lay across his lap, but as she gladly got
in her usual face down OTK position he tugged her so her body
faced his chest and stomach. He spanked her now with his hand
right against her private parts as she lay curled in his arms.
He then pushed her to be face up on his lap and had her keep her
legs apart and played the same game as he had when she was standing,
except this time he said she had to wait for at least ten strokes
before she could ask to be rubbed.
Zoey was in agony. She hated being face up across his lap and
being able to see him choosing the crop or the small wooden paddle
made it all seem somehow more torturous. She accidentally moved
her legs together once when she couldn't bare to wait till the
tenth smack, which caused him to give a series of smacks to her
sensitive inner thighs. After that she behaved and seemed to yelp
out "Rub my pussy please, Sir" like clockwork on the tenth stroke.
Finally he allowed her to be face down again across his lap. The
spanking increased in intensity and he concentrated now with just
the small wooden paddle to her bottom. He spread her naughty cheeks
apart and smacked as close to her little hole as he could get.
Zoey started to shudder and sigh and wasn't even embarrassed anymore
that she was humping on his fingers as he slide them inside her
during his periodic breaks from paddling her.
When Zoey came it was with a loud cry and gasp. She had completely
lost herself in what was happening and she shuddered and sobbed
for a long moment across his lap. He slide out from under her
and moved his mouth with small kisses down her red cheeks and
then into her pussy. He kissed what moments before he had been
torturing. Zoey stayed face down, her hands covering her eyes.
"Fuck my pussy please, Sir," she wondered if it was really her
that said that.
© 2000 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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