Miranda lies unprotestingly, the faintest trace of a smile upon her pretty face, facedown across her husband Adam's lap in the classic OTK position. Fortunately for her, since this encounter is going to take some time, on a comfortable sofa rather than dangling over a single chair. Let the sexual indulgence begin, anticipation become
actualité.
Adam surveys his partner's attire approvingly, flips up her tiny tartan skirt and tugs equally tiny white panties into her bottom cleft, emphasising the sensual swell of Miranda's posterior. He snakes a hand up Miranda's skirt, fingertips stroking the silky-soft skin of her thighs and eliciting moans of pleasure. So sensitive to touch there, this is foreplay that always gets her motor running.
Invariably obedient when presenting for punishment, the petite, shoeless woman wears above-knee socks and a close-fitting blouse. With blonde hair in pigtails and only a trace of lipstick, Miranda's carefully curated girlish appearance is at odds with her actual years.
So far not a word has been spoken by either, this is a familiar roleplay, a predetermined ritual. Without warning, he applies a flexible ruler to Miranda's right buttock, striking multiple times and making her squeal. In pursuit of symmetry, Adam gives the same treatment to its counterpart, causing her to wriggle and squirm as the whippy plastic repeatedly strikes her pale skin.
When he deliberately spanks an area still smarting from an earlier impact, his wife jumps at the sharp escalation in severity. This uninhibited response appears to please her chastiser, who pauses to stroke Miranda's hot cheeks, eliciting sighs of delight. Time to bare the pretend miscreant's bottom, he peels the panties down and her moist pussy pouts invitingly. Adam parts her pert moons, exposing Miranda's most intimate secrets, adopting an expression of feigned innocence, she protests vocally.
"Oh no, so embarrassing."
Ignoring this complaint, her man applies a generous amount of slippery lube to her cute rosebud. Miranda looks reproachfully over her shoulder and opens her mouth to demur. He raises a warning hand, and she wisely thinks better of this incipient rebellion.
"Hold your cheeks apart," he instructs curtly and fearing crueller punishment she immediately complies, manicured fingernails lewdly separating the stinging cheeks.
Slowly and methodically, Adam works a small glass dildo into her alluringly presented posterior, pushing it carefully past the clenched entrance until engaged but not yet fully inserted.
"Woooo," she gasps, adjusting to the strange, intrusive but not altogether unpleasant feeling. Adam reapplies the ruler, this time striking both cheeks, all the while gently pulsing the sex toy in and out of her puckered anus
"Oh my, you're fucking my bum," Miranda pants, quivering and flushed with arousal.
"And?" he enquires.
"So naughty."
"You are indeed a delightfully bad girl," concurs Adam, emphasising each word with a matching impact on the tender undercurves of that beautiful bottom. He works the dildo faster; it slides more easily now. Hips gyrating, thighs trembling, Miranda moans with pleasure, even as the ruler continues to smack her increasingly hot and sore behind. Sensing a conclusion is close, Adam continues shafting her tight rear portal until two final spanks spark a shuddering orgasm. Miranda comes vocally and animatedly, then slumps, dazed and content, eventually standing to gingerly rub her glowing globes.
"I'm not through with you yet, young lady," he warns sternly.
"You'd certainly better not be," she replies.
Adam tips her onto the floor, from where Miranda gazes up expectantly at her man while ruefully rubbing her hindquarters. "Kneel on the sofa and push your naughty bottom up nice and high for me." Miranda complies immediately, buttocks enticingly outthrust, dildo miraculously still in situ. Urgently discarding shoes and trousers, Adam releases his engorged shaft and places it against her gaping labia. "Outrageously wet," he observes, caressing the moist swell of her vulva. She moans, arching her back, panting with excitement and lusting for his erection.
"It seems I'm to be taken from behind," says Miranda, thrilled by this display of unambiguously masculine dominance.
"Little by little, or all at once?" he enquires sardonically. This is, she thinks, taking the concept of consumer choice too far.
"All of it, now," Miranda demands impatiently.
Adam enters her honeypot easily, penetrating fully with an assured thrust, toned abdomen forced against her warm and smarting cheeks. She leans forward, grasping the back of the sofa for balance as he grabs her breasts, freeing them with a sundering of buttons, tugs down her bra and squeezes each protuberant nipple. He fucks Miranda steadily and, greedy for every inch of Adam's thrusting cock, she rolls her hips to meet and counter each lusty lunge. The dildo slides the merest fraction deeper into her arse but it's enough to make Miranda come, shaking and trembling as waves of orgasmic bliss course through her body. Overwhelmed by similar sensations, Adam also climaxes in a shuddering series of spurts. The dildo slips to the floor, and they lie exhausted and contented, on the sofa.
"Right," he declares, checking his watch after a brief post-coital reverie, "we've ten minutes to clean up and hand back the hotel room key." The couple busily scramble to straighten furniture and retrieve their clothes. In the bathroom, Miranda brushes out her pigtails, repairs her make-up and emerges wearing a summer dress and heels that tap across the parquet. Adam shoves the sex toys and costume into a holdall and ensures nothing incriminating is left behind. They check out and walk hand in hand to the end of the road, pausing at the corner to kiss and embrace.
"I have got something even more wicked in mind for next time," she murmurs seductively.
"I'm sure I can rise to the occasion," he replies, intrigued. "Care to give me a clue?"
"No, mystery and anticipation add to the thrill," Miranda flutters her eyelashes and lowers her voice. "You'll know soon enough."
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The large bed is positioned so it captures shafts of late afternoon sunlight, streaming through the high windows of the Airbnb and giving this erotic encounter an almost theatrical sense of occasion. 'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women in it merely players.' Appropriately, a quote from
As You Like It.
Always eager to extend her limits, this is indisputably what Miranda likes, an adventurous outlook Adam is delighted to indulge. She kneels submissively, legs apart, head down, blonde hair trailing across the counterpane. Wearing only a short silk shift that does little to conceal her small breasts. Wordlessly, Adam approaches, flexing a riding crop. She senses his presence and knows better than to turn around. He taps the tip lightly against her bottom cheeks; Miranda gives a sharp intake of breath and tenses in expectation.
Adam lightly slaps both buttocks, flicking the crop with an action calculated to leave the only very faintest of marks. He stops to survey his handiwork and Miranda wriggles her buttocks in a futile attempt to assuage the smart. Again, Adam applies the crop, moving quickly to strike what feels to Miranda like every centimetre of her now pink-hued cheeks. He kisses her buttocks, slowly sliding a hand between her legs. She tenses, heart beating, aroused and apprehensive. Feels her cunt moisten as he slides a digit along the length of her vulva. Lingering between labia that unfold like petals, Adam discovers the slippery dampness of incipient arousal. She shivers and whimpers, nervously guessing what's coming next.
"Today I intend to punish your pussy." His voice is both calm and commanding. She nods mutely, a palpable tension in the air. With practised care, he flicks the crop upwards, softly stroking her vulva with the leather flap.
"Oh, oh, oh," inchoate cries, the slaps aren't yet hard enough to hurt, perhaps it's the humiliation to which she gives voice?
"I rather suspect you like this, even though you pretend otherwise." Adam knows her so well.
"Yes," Miranda admits, embarrassed yet massively excited.
"Then let's find a way for you to say thank you."
He frees an enviably erect member, gently gasps her hair and pushes the bell end of his cock between scarlet lips. She sucks eagerly, using only her mouth to pleasure him until Adam feels his sap rising and regretfully ends her ministrations.
Resuming his former stance, Adam takes up the crop and delivers six more strokes across Miranda's lovely bottom; harsher and with long intervals between them, allowing her time to absorb the fiery sting. Each provokes a yelp of pain, Miranda squirms, clutching at the bedspread, and looks at him with a silent plea for clemency. Denied. Another six, this time on her gaping pussy, not as severe, yet taking her to the brink of endurance
"Oh, so sore," Miranda breaks her silence, tears glisten, and she slumps forward. Adam holds her hips firmly, masterfully inserts the tip of his manhood into her pink, puffy pussy and commences fucking the amply chastened woman. She cries out, in distress or delight, not even Miranda could tell you, both outcomes acceptable to Adam. Despite her tender vulva, ever the contrarian, Miranda soon comes.
Cock still rock hard, he's not done yet, exhibiting admirable self-control. Manoeuvres Miranda, onto her back, parts her thighs and kisses her poor pussy, slightly swollen from the attentions of the crop and friction from being fucked.
"Still smarting?" Adam's enquiry is genuinely solicitous.
"A little..." She answers warily, knowing this scene isn't over.
"Then I'd better..." Her look is one of shock and realisation.
"Please be gentle."
"I promise, no more than you can take," the ambiguity of that remark is not lost on Miranda. "Hold your legs behind the knees," instructs Adam, applying lube to the rim of her rosebud. She looks at him expectantly, wide-eyed and mouth open. He pushes his rod against her rear portal, a moment's resistance then it yields.
"No please, too big, I can't take it." Miranda panics.
"Do you mean that?" Does she? It's all so thrillingly transgressive, especially to someone with a religious upbringing.
"No," voice low she averts his gaze. Taking this as an invitation, he slowly sinks a fraction deeper.
"Rub your clit," Adam demands. Moves his cock in and out, not too much, letting her gradually get used to his girth. Miranda visibly relaxes and slows her breathing, moaning as exquisite sensations flow like electricity from her clit to her plundered butt.
He pushes Miranda's knees to her chest and thrusts faster, taking her closer to the edge. She kisses him passionately, writhing and groaning. Adam feels her spasm, gripping his shaft tightly within, a catalyst to his climax. Simultaneously, Miranda experiences an overwhelming orgasm, comes hard and repeatedly, crying out, body quivering, knees weak, heart pounding, until his cock slips wetly from her bum.
"That," she concludes with a satiated expression, "was so wonderfully rude."
