Cindy smirked to herself, smug at how quickly she had gained admittance into Mr. Beechum's home. Even though eight years had passed since she left the city, her most important client still remembered her, and held her in high regard. Despite The Duke of Haverset's skepticism, she had some connections in high places. The connections were even higher than she expected, by the look of the manor house. Mr. Beechum seemed to have done well for himself in her absence. Marble statues, rich tapestries, and fine porcelain figures adorned the halls she was led through until she found herself in a large receiving chamber.
She wondered what his business was, that he had seen so much success recently. Perhaps he was invested in iron or weapons, as they were in high demand due to the war. The chamber had an open window which overlooked a busy street nearly on the edge of the Noble Quarter. Finely dressed nobles walked the road across from merchants. Such close proximity demanded that Mr. Beechum have friends in the upper class, friends he could influence against the Whore Queen for her.
Cindy's smug grin became a wide, satisfied smile as Mr. Beechum appeared only minutes later. Dressed in fine silk robes, the wealthy merchant had grown fatter since she last saw him. Despite that, he seemed healthier than she remembered. He was clean, wealthy, and anxious to see her, of all people. "Mr. Beechum! How good to see you again! It has been too long. The years have been kind to you, sir!"
"Not as kind to you, dear Cindy. Whatever happened to your face? Did you leave the city to live among the brutal orc tribes? I know how you crave large, manly cocks." Beechum reached out to stroke the cut still healing on Cindy's cheek. "Imagine my surprise when my servant announced your arrival! I would have expected more discretion, my dear; though perhaps you lost such niceties when you left civilization. But I welcome you back, my girl. You must be as eager to see me as I am to see you. I've never found another girl who treats me the way you do."
"As you deserve to be treated, Mr. Beechum." Cindy struggled to maintain her smile. His jab about living among the orcs made her head hurt, and she didn't come here to play games with him. "I am most eager to see you, I have much to tell you, and much more to talk about."
Beechum grinned lecherously at Cindy. "Yes yes my dear, I'm most eager to hear all the things you have to tell me. Do you remember the time we spied on the other clients, and you described how big their cocks were? How they could give women such pleasure, while I could only make them laugh and revile me?"
"Yes, I remember Mr. Beechum, but that's not really what I came here to talk about."
"Nonsense Cindy, what else could there be to discuss after so long?" Beechum started to open his robes, and remove the lengthy sheet of cloth from around his groin.
Cindy gritted her teeth as she watched Beechum undress. His comically small cock seemed even tinier now, with a fleshy belly hanging above it. If he wanted to play first, she had no choice but to comply and give him what he wanted. Putting him in his place might make him more receptive to her ideas anyway. Cindy forced herself to smile, and then managed a giggle as his shaft finally peeked out from beneath the robes.
"I certainly didn't come all this way to discuss that little thing between your legs, Mr. Beechum. It's so small and pathetic, what would be the point? I've been trying hard to forget how sad the sight of it is, not aching to see it again."
Beechum sat down on a couch facing Cindy and started to stroke the shaft with two fingers as he leered at the woman. "It's not that bad, is it Cindy? It must be memorable, even if for being a little small..."
"Hah! You can rest easy knowing that it is at least memorable. I've tried hard to forget it, but it's so disgustingly small that I can't. Seeing you whipping it out now and stroking makes me feel like it might as well have been yesterday the last time I saw it." Cindy looked down at the tiny prick bobbing between his fingers. "I daren't hope that it's managed to grow any in the last eight years. If anything it's smaller, though I don't know how that could be possible."
Beechum grunted as his fingers slipped on the short shaft and ran over the head of his cock. He quickly pinched the slender dick between his fat fingers and resumed rubbing it between them. "I'm sorry Cindy, I don't mean to have such a pathetic dick, nor to stroke it in front of you. You're just so sexy, I can't help myself!"
"Can't help yourself! That's not the first time you've tried to you that excuse, Mr. Beechum. Do I accept your excuses?"
"No Ms. Cindy, you don't." Beechum began to pant as he stroked himself faster.
"And what happens when you try your excuses? What happens when you pull out your tiny prick and stroke it in front of me?" Cindy didn't bother to hide the disgust in her voice, knowing that it would only turn him on more. Eight years ago she had been amused by their little game; now she was just revolted by it. Still, now, like then, she would be paid handsomely for playing it. While she might not be getting coin this time, she'd be getting something even better.
"I get punished, Ms. Cindy!" He licked his lips as his eyes wandered all over Cindy's body, stroking hard at the sight even if it wasn't as young and as beautiful as he remembered.
"That's right Mr. Beechum, you get punished. You deserve to be punished, don't you?"
"Yes! Yes I do, I've been naughty...a dirty, naughty little stroker. It's been so long since I've seen you I just couldn't wait to pull out my little cock and show you how well I can jerk it!"
"That's just what you are, Mr. Beechum. A disgusting little wanker. A pervert who can't help but jerk his tiny cock for any woman with the good sense to laugh at how pathetic he is. And you do need to be punished. Do you have a paddle ready for me? So I can give you the spanking you deserve?" Cindy looked around, eagerness creeping into her heart for the first time. She was actually starting to look forward to punishing Mr. Beechum, to beat him as he deserved.
"N-no Ms. Cindy, when I heard you were here I rushed down without any of my toys. Maybe...maybe you could use your hand?" Beechum sounded so hopeful that it made Cindy snort and laugh cruelly.
"Touch you? With my hand? You have to be joking, Mr. Beechum! As if I would touch you. On the luckiest day of your life I'll let you kiss my feet and lick my quim. But touch you? I shouldn't think so! No, there must be something else I can use on you." Cindy looked around the room until she spotted a plant sitting in a delicate porcelain vase.
She walked over to it, stroking the trunk up and down, before pulling out her knife to cut off one of the stripling branches. She turned back to Beechum, a malevolent glint in her eye. "Turn around Mr. Beechum. Get on the floor like the pig you are and bend over the couch."
Beechum hurried to comply, kneeling on the floor with his ass out towards Cindy as he rested his fleshy stomach on the couch. "Yes Ms. Cindy! Please punish me!"
"Stop stroking your cock already! You know you'll start spewing your gross little juice all over the place if you don't. If you cum before I say so you'll have to lick it up! Now, brace yourself Mr. Beechum." Without giving him time to prepare, Cindy swung the rod and whipped it across his pale, fat ass. She left a long red welt across his backside, and then another as she struck him again.
"Ah! Yes Ms. Cindy! Thank you! Thank you for punishing me! For treating me like I deserve!" Beechum grunted as he took the spanking, his wide backside jiggling as the rod bit into it again and again.
"Someone has to do it. If you weren't kept in your place, you might begin to actually think you could be with a woman, to please her and satisfy her and we both know that's impossible." She smacked his ass again, and then whipped the backs and sides of his thighs, making him howl.
"Nnng! Yes! You're right of course! There's no way I could, not with such a small cock!" Beechum grunted again, pumping his hips in the air as he flopped his tiny prick, trying to hump the couch but unable to reach it past the girth of his stomach.
A malevolent gleam appeared in Cindy's eyes as she gripped the rod. She swiped it viciously at his backside, painting it red with the deep crimson welts. She smacked him again and again, his grunts reminding her of the sounds the orc merchant made when she stabbed him to death. Her rod danced mercilessly upon the surface of his ass, losing herself in the triumphant moment.
Despite the viciousness of her attack, Beechum responded eagerly to the treatment. Each hit on his backside made him buck and cry out, his little cock bobbing up and down, slicing through the air like Cindy's rod. The tip began to drizzle, leaking out thin streams of precum as he groaned in excitement. Beechum gripped the couch tighter, his knuckles going white as he submitted to the abuse. "Ah! Ah! I'm sorry Cindy! I'm sorry for insulting you with such a small cock! A real sexy woman like you deserves a big cock! A cock as thick as an orc's is what you need!"
A sharp pain in Cindy's head stayed her hand, and as she looked down at the burning red flesh of Beechum's bottom she realized that it was time for something else. Despite his obvious excitement she didn't think his ass could take much more. "You've been such a good boy, accepting your punishment so eagerly. I think you should be rewarded." Beechum started to reach for his cock again, causing Cindy to bark out, "Not your cock, silly boy. I've decided to let you touch me today. You may kiss my feet Mr. Beechum, but be sure to thank me for the honor. A pathetic little jerk off like you has to thank pretty women for the honor of kissing their feet."
