Reluctantly, heart thumping almost painfully in her chest, Zoe got out of the car and slammed the door behind her before she walked up the path to her door with the driver following close behind. For a moment, she was tempted to dash in and shut the door in his face but she knew that this was an order from her mistress and therefore had to be obeyed even if she hated the thought of it. Throat dry as dust, she bent over the side of her threadbare armchair and stifled a sob as he pulled her skirt up and then commented on the fact that she wasn't wearing any knickers before he stroked his hand over her soft bottom cheeks experimentally.
"What a gorgeous arse, girl," he commented gleefully, squeezing the flesh gently and caressing it for a while as she shuddered at being pawed by a man old enough to be her father. "Now let me see if I can make it as red as your face!"
Zoe gasped as the first crisp spank landed on her bottom and the sting shot into her system instantly. Several more smacks whipped down within a few seconds and the sound echoed round her small flat. She clenched her cheeks and tried not to cry out as the taxi driver got carried away, spanking her hard and fast and sending heat rushing through her flesh. Teasing vibrations excited her clitoris and she squeezed her thighs tightly together, unwilling to let him see that she was becoming excited by the pain that was flowing through her body and up into her mind. Another sharp flurry of smacks made Zoe squeal and her breathing quickened, coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to cope with the pain in her posterior. The driver chuckled and smacked her harder, creating rich red blotches on her bottom cheeks before he stopped, tugged out his cock and started to stroke his long shaft slowly up and down. It did not take him long to come as he was already very aroused and soon Zoe was sobbing in shame as a spatter of come droplets rained down on her heated cheeks and the back of her thighs. Her embarrassment was completed when he took out his phone and took several photographs, commenting on how beautiful her arse looked with the redness being complemented by the white strands of spunk.
"Sent those off to your mistress, slave girl," he remarked, tucking his phone away in his pocket and then he was gone, shutting her door behind him and leaving her to slide her fingers down into her wetness and frig her swollen clit until she came as his hot cream dribbled slowly down the cheeks of her bottom and the back of her thighs.
A couple of miles away, Lydia picked up her phone from a small table and looked appreciatively at the photographs she had been sent. She walked round in front of her husband who was bent over a whipping post and showed him the snaps, chiding him as she watched his cock jerk into full erection at the sight. She bent down and smacked it hard, relishing the little squeals that slipped out past the ball gag which was lodged in his mouth.
"Six more strokes for being aroused by that sight, slave, and then I am going to enjoy having that tight arse of yours!" she commented, stroking his dark hair gently as his body shuddered.
Moving back behind him, she picked up her favourite cane, a gleaming rattan, and added to the stripes that decorated his naked flesh. Jack jerked forward in his bonds as the heavy cane landed, stinging his skin like a thousand wasps and making his eyes bulge as he tried to cope with the agony. His thick cock oozed precome which twirled delicately through the air like strands of spider silk before landing on the carpet below and, after every three strokes of the rod, Lydia would reach round and tease it with her fingers, stroking the slippery, glistening glans until he was very close to coming.
"If you come without permission then I will have to be particularly mean, won't I, slave? After all, you have already been allowed to spunk over my lovely little girl slave tonight!" remarked Lydia, adding another three stripes to the collection on her husband's bottom cheeks. She smiled at the groans that seeped out of his mouth and then rubbed her fingers over his swollen cock head again, feeling it twitch and jump against her flesh. She put the cane down, leaning it against the wall and picked up a wine glass instead then placed that in front of his purple knob after moving round his tethered body and facing him. She stroked his cock faster and felt the shudders race through his flesh.
"Not yet, slave. On the count of fifty!" she snapped authoritatively, slithering her fingers over his shaft and then cupping her hand round the slippery wetness of his glans as she began to count slowly.
Jack tried to contain his arousal, tensing all his muscles as the desire to climax became ever stronger. Her fiendish fingers manipulated his shaft skilfully and teased his knob unmercifully as she counted ever so slowly towards the magic number. He failed at thirty-two, body shuddering as an intense orgasm rippled through his flesh and his creamy come shot out of his cock and splashed down into the glass that his mistress was holding just an inch or so away. He gasped out in anguished ecstasy as her fingers stroked and milked his shaft, easing out every last droplet of semen as his cock slowly wilted.
"Tongue right out, slave, and keep this creamy milk on it until I tell you to swallow!" Lydia ordered, delighting in her husband's humble and instant obedience. She made him wait for a while before she tipped the glass up and watched as the milky fluid trickled out and pooled on his tongue. She stirred it round with her finger and painted his lips with his own spunk before she eventually told him to swallow, relishing the look of shame in his dark blue eyes as he complied.
Lydia allowed him one quick, butterfly-light kiss before she announced that as he had failed to come at the correct time, she was going to cane his cock and not give him the pleasure of feeling her use his arse.
"Perhaps that will teach you to show more control over your impulses in future!" she added as she picked up the cane and gently tapped his dangling prick a few times. Jack sighed with relief at her gentleness then hissed out in agony as she suddenly struck his softness harder and remarked, "You didn't think that you were getting off that lightly, did you, slave?"
Jack's only answer was a grunt of pain as the hard wood whipped across his defenceless cock once more and he had to suffer a further twenty strokes before Lydia took pity on him and released him from the whipping post, instructing him to run her bath and then to make sure that he was ready and waiting on his knees to wash her back.
