[This story can be enjoyed if you first read the preceding chapters but you don't have to do that. Everyone is 18 or older. Bdily functions are involved so stop here if that bothers you.]
Karen warmed as she lay in bed after hearing Jamie tell her he loved her. She felt what she had not dared to hope for was coming to pass. She had been asked by Jamie's aunt, Claire Kendall, her next-door neighbor, to supervise him as a monitor while he searched for a job. The supervision had been quite intimate and humiliating for him. Karen was amazed at Claire's kinkiness which outpaced her own and she enjoyed the time when she and Claire shared a bed together and played so delightfully.
But last night, now that Jamie had gotten a good position, she and he had warmed to each other and made wonderful love together as well as indulging in some shared twists such as peeing on each other in the tub. Karen had even squatted and defecated as Jamie then cleaned her and removed the product from the tub.
Now they both awakened on a weekend morning and Jamie took her in his arms when he saw that she had woken up. She felt so good and loved and happy. Jamie, for his part, found this 25-year-old woman—same age as he was—delightful, attractive, and his heart's desire. He was quite handsome at 6-3 and 155 lbs., while she was 5-7 and about 127, with a well-proportioned 34B bust.
He softly caressed her breasts and then his warm hand moved down her front to tease the very tip of her already engorged clit before slipping into her wet orifice, indicating her readiness for sex. Lingering there and moving between her legs to slip around her anal rosette and just a poke inside to stimulate her there, he let her get nice and wet and excited before she spread her legs in expectation.
Finally he moved above her, supporting himself on his arms and slid his turgid shaft neatly into her welcoming vagina. They now loved being united in intercourse, as he moved his cock in and out of her well-lubricated canal. He enjoyed the feel of her soft pubic hair during their sex and she liked his powerful, probing member and the feel of his pubic hair too. Gradually they increased the intensity of their motion until she felt herself about to explode deep inside and clamped the walls of her vagina tight on his cock, holding it in place as he began to feel the jets go off and his cum spurt far inside her.
They collapsed and he rolled off to hold her in his arms as they savored the happiness of truly compatible sex. After a bit, Jamie whispered to Karen that he would like it if she wanted to tease him in the way she once had when she was monitoring him for his aunt. She grinned and said that he should put on the pink hicut panties she had worn the previous day which she handed to him from where she had left them down by the side of the bed.
Jamie pulled up the cute panties which barely contained his cock and balls and got back on the bed in an all-fours position. Karen moved by his side on the bed and started to run her nail up his shaft through the front of the panties and giggled as she saw the wet spot appear on the panties and gradually spread as Jamie involuntarily released cum—since he had just orgasmed, it was not the precum she had previously seen when teasing him like this.
"You've been wetting your panties, you naughty boy," she excoriated him, adopting the tenor of a scolding domme while she continued to tease him with her nail going all the way up to touch the sensitive glans through the thin panties.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he pleaded. "You get me so excited that I can't help it."
"I'm afraid you will have to be punished for this," Karen responded in mock anger. "You know that any release by you has to be when I say you can and I did just grant you the huge privilege of doing it inside Mistress's pussy."
She slowly pulled down his (hers?) panties and saw how wet he had made the front. Then she sat on the bed as he crawled across her lap, his now erect cock pressing down between her thighs. Karen responded by clamping her thighs on his member, and then began softly spanking him, alternating cheeks until they had grown quite rosy.
She then told him he might mitigate his "punishment" by bringing her to orgasm with his tongue. Still constrained by the panties at his ankles, he moved down to the carpet and found himself between her open legs staring at the light hair on her mons and then at her glistening cunt. He began to nibble at her puffed-up labia and then insinuated his tongue into her vagina, tasting the combined juices she had produced mixed with his salty cum.
It did not take long for Karen to begin to buck and writhe from excitement. She was just feeling so good and so turned on by his attention to her sex. He began to lick her all the way down through her legs as she lifted her bottom forward to give him access to her bottom-hole. He began to rim her and then slipped his tongue past her anal ring and she felt herself being carried away with emotion...and then that fantastic feeling when she came.
Jamie watched her and held her tightly while she enjoyed her tribute. He told himself how lucky he was to have met this woman whose kinks so matched his own. No one would have believed that he needed to be taken charge of by her, he thought. He had been disciplined—and yes, he admitted, dominated—by his mother and older sister when he was growing up, but he never had had this feeling of being so deeply satisfied before.
His mother had spanked him as a boy, far more, he now realized, than had been necessary, and she had allowed, nay encouraged, his older sister, Kathy, to watch. Then, when she was 20 and he was 18, she let Kathy take over and his sister had punished him with what seemed unusual verve, he recalled. She had also made him lick her in front and back to orgasm, and while he was humiliated, he was also excited to be so close to a mature pussy and then her anus, even if he suspected she purposely didn't wipe or didn't wipe much so he would be licking her poo off when he served her there.
Kathy also began using the cane to punish him and he couldn't wait until he went away to college and never returned. But he realized that his training at home had inured him to serving women intimately and to enjoying being dominated and yes, disciplined by them.
Now Karen rose to the highest level in his firmament as she softly whispered to him that it was time for his caning. She positioned him across the edge of the bed and drew his panties just below his bottom.
Then she reached for her favorite thin cane and began to lay on the strokes, across the middle, top, and base of his bottom, before criss-crossing those strokes to produce the infamous "gate" pattern on his bottom cheeks.
It hurt, but it hurt so good. The woman he loved was punishing him, but he adored her all the more for her administering the disciplining he craved. Finally she ended the ritual and he was told to kiss her between her legs as she sat, awaiting his sign of worship.
Then they lay together next to each other in bed again. As they chatted, each began to get dressed for the day. Jamie helped Karen pull up her panties, while she selected the boxer-short pattern she liked for him to wear. He then teased her nipples with his fingers before watching her pick out and put on a cute demibra.
It was a long weekend and they used it to get to know each other better than they ever had been able to back when she was his supervisor reporting to his dominant aunt. They ate, drank, peed, and showered together. Nor did either feel he or she needed to banish the other from the bathroom when they each needed to move his or her bowels. Karen happily showed Jamie how to wipe her clean with wet toilet tissue.
Jamie told her about his experiences growing up with his mother and sister. Karen's eyes widened as she understood how this marvelous man had been inculcated with a need for feminine dominance. Finally he looked her in her deep green eyes as he asked her to remember that every so often he needed to be disciplined by her the way she had just done it with her cane.
"It will never be the way it was then—cruel and unfeeling," he confessed. "Rather, it will be a part of our wonderful relationship and something which makes it so special."
Karen's heart melted as she heard everything she wanted given to her.
***
Claire returned home late on Sunday and stopped by to see Karen when Jamie was out.
"So how did it go?" Claire asked Karen. "Do you think he's ready to start work tomorrow?"
