BRUSSELS, MID SEPTEMBER
It was a curious day. I'd been expecting to spend the time being foolish, walking through the excitement of the capital of Europe, sharing silly jokes and anticipating dinner, and then dealing with a more basic appetite. Instead I felt almost surplus to requirements. Uli was younger than Magda but she seemed older and more experienced: she took the smaller girl under her wing and spent a lot of the afternoon talking quietly to her and listening to her replies. I know girl talk when I see it and I stayed slightly apart from them and tried to focus on the mood they were generating. It seemed to be turning into a sisterly relationship. At the very least they were bonding, and it was Uli who was making the running. I wondered what she was up to.
By late afternoon I was tiring. I was about to suggest going back to the pension and resting up before the evening's planned castration when Uli forestalled me.
'Magda's going to go home and change and then come back,' she told me, 'and she's going to dress up to the nines and so am I. I need to go shopping.' I sighed. This was turning into a Hollywood production.
'OK. You're in charge. Dressed up would be better, I guess.' She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to Magda.
'I told you he's a baa lamb once you get past the intensity. Give him a kiss and go and get ready.' Magda did as she was told, kissing me with surprising force. I was surprised all over again by the frank sexuality hiding under the nervous shell. She wound her arms round my neck and slid her tongue deep into my mouth, holding me for a long time, then released me, pecked Uli on the cheek and hurried off, waving for a cab. I turned to Uli.
'Alright, my sweet: you're going to tell me everything or I'm going to spank you extremely briskly and then refuse to fuck you.' She made a whimpering noise but her eyes were sparkling.
'Anything but that, master. I'll refuse to say anything and you can spank me and then I'll spill the beans and then you can give me a forgiveness fuck. But we'll have to hurry. I really do need to buy something flash. I saw some nice shops back there.'
I stood around while she dived in and out of fitting rooms and in a very short time assembled a complete outfit. When I saw the price tags I felt faint and it must have showed.
'Don't be so silly,' she said reprovingly. 'My father's ambition is to be the richest man in Austria and he's well on the way.'
'And your ambition is to slow his progress.' I muttered. She beamed cheerfully and dragged me back onto the street.
Back at the pension she made me watch while she tried everything on again.
'What do you think?' she asked finally. 'I'll need to do my face and hair, obviously, but do you think the clothes are OK?' I'm not stupid, and I know what to say when a woman asks that question.
'They're wonderful, of course, and even more wonderful with you inside them. Now, tell me what you and Magda were whispering about all day.' She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of scarlet panties, bikini cut, and she posed defiantly and pouted at me.
'I'm not saying anything. It was a private conversation and I won't say a word, whatever you do.' She looked and sounded like the sulky brat of twelve months ago and I felt a tingle of anticipation run through me.
'I warned you.' I said quietly. 'Bad girls get what they deserve.' She shivered slightly and I saw goose flesh rising on her arms and breasts. We'd only played this game once, but she'd discovered that a part of her welcomed it and we'd talked for a long time finding out why. When she was younger she'd been a genuinely bad girl and no-one had cared enough to help her. Spanking was symbolic, but it helped her come to terms with some part of her. I rose from my chair and approached her slowly.
'Last warning, miss. Are you going to tell me or not?' She crossed her arms under her breasts and stuck her tongue out. Her nipples were hard, straining from the firm flesh of her breasts and she shivered again as I reached out and pinched one gently. I took both wrists and pulled her over to the bed, then sat down.
'You know the position.' She whimpered, half in apprehension, half in expectation, and bent herself over my knees. I ran my hand down her back and felt her tremble. 'Six to begin with,' I murmured, 'and we'll see how you feel after that.' I raised my hand and without warning brought it down sharply on her taut buttocks. The slap sounded very loud in the quiet room and she jerked but said nothing. A partial outline of my hand appeared on her skin. I smacked her again twice, harder, once on each quivering flank and she moaned softly and ground herself into my lap. My cock was beginning to thicken and I raised my hand again.
After the six strokes I raised her and put my face close to hers. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
'Now then, tell me what you and Magda were talking about.' She clamped her mouth shut and glared at me defiantly. 'Very well. Resume the position.' She lay back down across my knees and I flicked her inflamed ass with one finger.
'The panties will have to come down.' A shudder ran through her as I pulled the scrap of scarlet silk down her legs, exposing her ass completely, and my nostrils flared as I caught the smell of desire that was rising from her. Her tan buttocks were streaked with red welts where my hand had caught her and I traced a finger gently over the hot weals.
'Such a bad girl.' I let my finger dip into the crease of her ass and then drift down to the clenched lips of her pussy. My cock was straining up against her belly and I knew she could feel it. She lifted her hips, pushing against my hand, and I let my finger slip between her engorged labia.
'Wet as well as bad,' I said softly. That's not just naughty, that's wicked.' Without warning I spanked her twice, hard, and she jumped. 'Stay still, young lady,' I said. 'I'm going to hold you down while I finish the job.' I put my left hand on the back of her neck and rubbed her ass. She was breathing fast and I could feel her heart pounding against my thigh. I smacked her again and she squirmed desperately, but I forced her head down softly and continued with the game, trying to keep her balanced between erotic stimulation and actual discomfort. Every third or fourth stroke I paused and trailed my hand delicately over her thighs, forcing them gently apart and feeling the growing wetness. She began to writhe on my lap, her weight pressing into my cock and arousing me even more. I continued to spank her, but more lightly as I sensed her excitement overcoming the sting of the blows. Her soft buttocks were fiery red and her juices were beginning to leak from between her legs and stain my chinos.
Her movements changed and she thrust herself down onto my cock, panting and gasping. I kept my hand on her neck and quickened the pace, swatting her buttocks alternately and dragging my hand across her smarting flesh. A convulsive spasm ran through her and her legs tensed and pointed as a small orgasm blazed across her nerve endings. She cried out quietly and wriggled violently under my hands.
'Game over, Luke. Fuck me now, never mind anything else, just stuff it in me.' She crawled off me and knelt on the edge of the bed, her rump raised, legs wide apart. As I stood and dropped my chinos I could see her cuntlips, dripping and shiny, straining wide, waiting for me to split them. My cock was painfully hard and I let my boxers fall and shuffled forward, nearly stumbling over my pants. She twisted to look at me.
'In, straight in,' she panted, and I set my cockhead at her slippery entrance and drove swiftly into her. She wailed and forced herself backwards as if she were trying to engulf my entire body then jerked forward again with a cry as her inflamed buttocks pressed against my groin. She was trembling with tension and I held her hips and stroked rapidly in and out of her, trying not to touch her ass. Her wails became a continuous keening sound and I took pity on her. Reaching round her with one hand I fumbled for the hard bud of her clitoris, catching it between two fingers, and twisted it gently. It was like turning a switch. Her cunt clamped onto my prick like a vice and she pushed her ass higher into the air, almost dragging my cock out by the roots. One hand rose to her crotch, pushing mine aside, and she began to finger her clit frantically.
'More, Luke, hard ones, please.' Her voice was strangled and desperate and I gave her two stinging slaps, forehand and backhand, one to each perfect ass cheek, and then drove into her again. Her cuntwalls rippled and quaked as her climax crashed over her and I held myself still, the tip of my glans brushing her cervix while she lost herself in sensation.
After what seemed for ever she relaxed and crawled forward, letting me slide out of her.
'Jesus, Luke, Why is it always so good?'
'Because I know you, sweetheart.' She turned round, her face still streaked with tears, and looked at my engorged prick, smeared with her juices and dribbling pre-cum.
'Don't hold back: just fill my mouth and then we'll have to get ready. Magda will be here in an hour.' Her head snaked forward, her mouth open and inviting and I leaned forward to let her accept me. Her lips slid over my cockhead and she took me half-way into her mouth, lapping hard at the underside with the tip of her tongue. Our game had turned me so far on that I felt my balls churning and tightening almost immediately, and when her hand slipped between my legs and stroked the sensitive strip between my scrotum and my ass I tumbled over the cliff. My breath rasped in my throat and my senses reeled as my cock lurched and swelled, forcing hot fluid through the shaft, and Uli pulled her head back slightly to take my offering. I felt as if all my consciousness was fountaining through my cock into her. The third and fourth bursts made her cheeks swell like a hamster's, but she swallowed hastily and milked the last drops of seed from me lovingly. When my breathing had slowed and my cock had softened she gave it a last tender lick and let me slip out of her mouth.
'Not a drop spilt,' she said proudly. 'I'll tell Trudi and she won't believe me and you'll have to confirm it for her. We had a little bet about it.' She lunged forward and wrapped her arms round my neck. 'You're so good for me, Luke Lancer. You make me feel like a champagne cocktail.' She kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on her, and we were on the verge of losing more time when she pulled back, panting.
'A quick shower, and then you can put some cream on my poor ass. Are you OK with my looking like a high class slut? The dress I bought is sort of revealing but I don't want to wear panties. Even with the cream I'll be a bit sensitive.'
'Don't start asking my permission for anything, or I'll spank you for real and it'll be no fun for you at all.' She nodded as if I'd confirmed something and got up and headed for the shower.
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