Meghna's lustrous eyes twinkled mischievously and she struggled to keep a straight face. It wasn't easy, and she giggled, earning a disapproving frown. She stifled her laughter.
"I'm sorry I was so badly behaved," she murmured, not a hint of apology in her tone.
"You realise your error?"
"Yes, sir."
"Which was?"
"I swam only fifty lengths, instead of sixty."
"A serious matter."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. You will punish me, won't you, sir?"
The tall, handsome man looked at her gravely, hiding a grin. "I'm afraid so, young lady. Step forward."
Meekly, she stepped forward, her head bowed, her hands clasped.
"Bend over."
Meghna bent from the waist, her hands on her knees, her face on level with his belly.
"More."
She bent further. His crotch was inches from her face. There was a thick bulge between his legs. She waited silently.
The man smiled to himself, looking down at her. He was a tanned, good-looking man in his late twenties. He had the superbly sculpted body of a professional swimmer: Long, smooth, rippling muscles, a hairless torso, broad shoulders that slashed in a savagely tapering V to a narrow waist and high hips. His belly was hard and flat, slabbed with muscle. His chest was deep and broad, with a thick cleft, his nipples pulled taut on either side. Muscles ripped down his smooth, inward-dipped back. His buttocks were taut and firm and his legs and arms were thick with muscle. He was clean-shaven, square-jawed with dark eyes and a thick shock of hair. His neck was strong, and he had a fine, aquiline nose and a wide, slim-lipped mouth. He wore a pair of small tight swimming briefs and nothing else.
The girl looked up at him, and he concealed his smile, and felt a rush of excitement. Megan was outrageous. She had an exquisite, oval, finely-chiselled face, with delicate bones, large, lustrous eyes, a fine, straight nose, wide, full lips, and a firm chin. Her hair was dark and silky, of shoulder length, and tied in a firm, bouncing pony-tail with a plain cotton band. Though she wasn't tall, her body was perfectly proportioned. A long, slender, graceful neck led to high, sloping breasts that were full and firm. Her stomach was trim and flat and her waist nipped in and then her hips flared gracefully and gently to long, firm legs. Her ankles and wrists were slender, like her toes and hands, and shapely. Her limbs were smoothly turned and her skin was smooth and clear and soft, yet firm, without a trace of flabbiness. She wore a one-piece Lycra competition swim-suit in deep blue. She was Eighteen years old.
Their eyes met and the man feigned stern displeasure. She concealed a gamin grin and bent her head again and waited. The man's hands fell to her shoulders and slipped the straps of her swimsuit down her arms. She shook her arms free of the suit. Slowly, he peeled the suit off her bent body. Her flesh was smooth and silken to the touch. As he drew it down to her hips and buttocks, he had to move closer and his crotch brushed her face. Gently, he pulled the suit off her buttocks and, bending slightly, down her thighs. She pushed it down to her knees.
Stripped naked, the young schoolgirl awaited her punishment. The man pressed his loins to her face. His hands roamed her tender flesh, caressing her buttocks and pendulant breasts, slowly squeezing and parting her buttocks, his fingers exploring the dark cleft. His fingers fluttered over the puckered flesh of her anus, then slid lower to her cunt. Her hips writhed.
"Be still!" His voice was low, but sharp. The girl froze.
Gently, he caressed her. Megan bit her lower lip and stifled a moan of pleasure as his fingers teased her anus and then dipped lower to her crotch. She ached to feel his finger in her slit, already wet and yearning for his touch. His hands fled to her breasts, cupping them gently, squeezing the mounds and finding them turgid and warm, swelling steadily. Her nipples were already hard. His hands moved down her back again to her buttocks.
"Open your legs," he commanded.
Megan shuffled her legs apart. His fingers dipped into her crotch and found her slit, framed with sparse, neatly trimmed pubic fuzz, to be moist with anticipation. He chuckled softly and slowly squeezed a finger into her cunt.
His penis was against her lips in his briefs. Megan's lips parted and she caressed it with her lips and tongue through the thin, tight cloth. It began to respond. Her hips twitched. The man moved his finger slowly in and out of her hot, tight cunt. She remained bent over with her hands on her knees, awaiting his instructions.
"Now. Show me your contrition, young lady," he murmured. "You know what you must do."
It was what she was waiting for. Her hands moved up to his hips and she rolled down his briefs. His penis was long and dark and thick, uncircumcised, thickening rapidly. She knew it would swell to a magnificent nine-inch length and corresponding thickness. Megan took it one hand and slipped her lips around it, jerking it in her fist. It rose smoothly, hardening and thickening in her mouth. His hand pumped at her buttocks, a finger arched into her cunt.
The man smiled down at her, his hips moving back and forth, his swollen cock glistening in her fingers and sliding in and out of her mouth. Her lips and fingers shone with pre-cum gunk. Her chest heaved and her breasts swung and shook as her body rocked back and forth, bowed in mock contrition before him. Her hips writhed and his palm, with a finger arched, slapped softly at her buttocks.
"Yes," he grunted softly. "That's very satisfactory, young lady. I can see that you truly regret your lapse."
Meghna groaned deep in her throat, caressing her lust-ridden face with his penis, her head turned up, lasciviously licking his swollen shaft, winding her long tongue around his cock-head. She cupped his balls, bent her head, licked and sucked them and then, holding his hips with both hands, took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked it furiously and hungrily. The man gasped, his head snapping back and, with one hand on her head, the other slapping rapidly between her trembling, swaying, writhing buttocks, fucked her face eagerly, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. It was a warm, wet suction-device and he felt his penis throb and his balls surge with excitement. Finally, he pushed her head away.
"Now," he said, satisfied. "It is time for the rest of your punishment. Turn around and bend over."
Megan obeyed meekly and turned around and bent forward, her hands on her knees, her buttocks thrust back at him. He pressed his cock-head to her cunt from behind.
"How many strokes shall it be this time?" He asked.
"You must decide, sir," she gasped softly. "As many as are necessary for my sake, so that I improve."
"That is good. What must you learn from this?"
"To -- to -- do what I am told. Always to obey."
"Correct. Count the strokes after one."
"Yes, sir. I will."
