"No, not everyone," I answered. "You should take it as a complement. Now, woman," I addressed Katarine, "please continue your story. You masturbated in front of this person?"
Katarine was lost in her embarrassment; she did not respond. "Answer me," I continued.
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Did you do anything else?" I asked her; she shook her head.
I faced Nathan. "Did she do anything else?"
"Yes," he replied. "She licked her fingers. She looked right at me and licked herself off her fingers."
Katarine gasped and trembled.
I grinned inwardly; this was coming along well. "And were you going to tell me this?" I pulled her abruptly to her feet, deaf to her protests.
"I think you know what to do," I told her. She cast a furtive look at Nathan; she did not want him a party to what was inevitable. But her training prevailed and she dropped her skintight jeans and silk panties around her ankles, turned away from me and bent over.
The first crack of my hand against her bare ass made her gasp; I watched my handprint begin to form against her pale flesh before the next stroke descended, and I picked up the pace from there. Each slap of my hand brought a little gasp of pain from my beloved. I watched her eyes settle on Nathan, with raging hardon evident within his jeans; he was getting off on seeing Katarine humiliated. A boy after my own heart. His eyes were slightly glazed watching Katarine's correction; he knew what was to come.
Each slap of my hand against Katarine's beautiful ass was making her gasp. Despite her humiliation—or perhaps because of it—she was aroused. I could smell her excitement building. When I abruptly stopped spanking her and slid two fingers into her pussy, I felt her arousal in her wetness and heard it in her groan.
I withdrew those fingers and held them to her face; she sucked dutifully. The spanking had gotten her started and I felt as much as heard her animal groan of pleasure as she sucked herself off my fingers.
"Now," I told her, "you will get ten times worse...unless you can make that boy come before I do."
I felt her tremble; I heard her moan "oh fuck yes..." and then Nathan, the dutiful paperboy, thrust his hard cock between my Katarine's lusting lips. I was ready with my own machinery; I dropped my pants, stood behind her red cheeks and took her from behind, feeling her wet tightness surround me as I began fucking her with a hard, almost brutal rhythm, sending my cock home into her with each thrust, building, building...Katarine sucking, clenching herself on me, Nathan's eyes half-lidded as he gave it all to her. She moaned repeatedly, her head bobbing faster and faster, an air of desperation in the gulping of the paperboy's cock, soft suctioning sounds escaping her hungry lips.
We traded places, Nathan sinking himself to the hilt into Katarine's sweet pussy as I let her lick the juices off my cock. She sucked and ran her tongue across the bottom of my shaft as Nathan drilled her from the rear, almost throwing her forward in his exuberance. Only my hands on her head kept her from pitching forward as I impaled her mouth. She worked on us for some minutes before pulling her mouth free. "Please," she moaned, " I want to taste me..." We traded places again, my sub sucking her own taste off Nathan's cock as we each entered the race to the finish.
Nathan came first, to Katarine's relief and evident pleasure. She made sucking sounds as she swallowed every spurt of his pleasure, head thrown back to allow him entrance to her throat as her own heat came to a head and I felt her squeezing me in her own orgasm. The moans escaped her now, each accompanied by a spasm from her grasping pussy, enough to bring me at last to my own summit and I...built...and spilled myself within her, moaning, coming...feeling her grasping in renewed pleasure.
For a while, there was oblivion; some indeterminate time later, it was dark. Katarine stirred.
"Sir..." she said quietly. "You knew."
"Of course I knew," I replied. " I have expectations of you that some might consider restrictive; but know that I love you...and that if you tell me what you need, you may get it."
She cuddled against me. We heard soft snoring; the overextended delivery boy sprawled on the carpet at our feet.
"Kids," my sub said, a note of derision evident in her soft voice. Our soft laughter lit the darkness.
