At the request of my readers, I have decided to tell you a bit more about Kimmie, Jay and me. This is being listed under the "Incest/Taboo" category, but it really is more BDSM. Since it is a continuation of a story that was originally listed as "Incest/Taboo", it was submitted in the same category.
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Just to recap: I was 18 and my best friend Kimmie and I were "caught" lying to her uncle. I received a call from Kimmie at about midnight requesting that I meet her in her uncle's backyard. After a series of events that took place between Kimmie and me, Jay burst into her room and found me rubbing lotion on her nude, sore, and battered bottom (that he had earlier spanked to this lovely shade of red!). Okay, scene set. Let me fill you in on the rest. Things got way out of hand and it started me down the road of obsession. I am NOT proud of this.
Jay threatened to call my dad and fill him in on what Kimmie and I had been up to all day, but I had just gotten out of being grounded by my father (he had been pretty sick at the time. Honestly, maybe the fact that my dad was sick factored into all of this...or maybe I am just making excuses for the most intense sexual experience of my life!).
Anyway, I must not have a poker face. When he noticed my reaction, Jay said that he'd be happy to "take care of this" himself and punish me as he had Kimmie. I decided to take the punishment.
I was shocked by the amount of arousal I felt at the prospect of getting the same treatment that my best friend Kimmie received. Jay had asked Kimmie if she wanted to watch me be punished, but she begged to be excused. She was acting a bit strange now that my spanking was imminent. As for my 18 year old somewhat sheltered self, I was still in shock that this was happening and wondered idly if it could be a dream. It wasn't a dream, but all too real, I realized as Jay led me across the hall into another room.
I found myself in his beautiful bedroom ~ the one he shares with his wife (she is a nurse and works overnight shifts all the time). The room was lavishly appointed with a huge king size bed in the center. It had a matching flower print pattern on the drapes and bedspread and dark hunter green walls. He was a very wealthy attorney and his wife had obviously capitalized on his seemingly endless bank account when she decorated this room. There were no overhead lights on, but the soft lights situated throughout accentuated the most amazing bedroom I had ever seen.
My parents had some bucks, so I knew luxury items when I saw them, but this was insane! The paintings on the walls were erotic in nature (mostly nudes of women and men engaged in sexual activity) and each one was signed by a well-known artist. I admit to being impressed by all of this within the first few seconds. I soon became much too distracted to notice anything else in the room!
Jay sat on a high-backed chair (that had been stategically place in the center of the room) and told me to sit on his lap. I knew it was wrong and it felt very sexual. I also knew a "nice girl" would just take the punishment from her dad. Don't ask me why I stayed. He would have let me leave at any time. I know I am a terrible person for allowing this, but I have to get it all out, so please bare with me and try not to judge too harshly.
Jay was wearing a dark blue silk robe and it opened up as I sat on his lap. I was dressed for bed when Kimmie called me, so I was wearing only my thin, short t-shirt with a pair of pink (now VERY wet) panties. I thought it would be a quick trip next door through the backyard, so I didn't take the time to change. Wearing next to nothing had probably been a huge mistake, I realized in hindsight.
I felt something long, hard and very thick as soon as I sat on his lap. Now, I wasn't totally innocent, although I was still a virgin at this point. I had fooled around with a few boys, but never went all the way. I knew what a hard-on was and had felt a few of them through the tight jeans of my boyfriends. I wasn't a slut, but I did get wet when I felt Jay's massive hard cock throbbing on my butt. This thing was truly huge and not at all what I was used to. So, I admit that I got very, very wet immediately.
As Jay reprimanded me for my behavior, I squirmed in his lap. I had never been spanked, but, so far, was enjoying this experience ~ maybe a bit too much! He got harder and harder and I just responded by getting wetter and wetter as he spoke, "Vanessa, only a very slutty girl would visit a man's house at this hour wearing that outfit. I know what you want and you will find it here."
As I attempted to explain my attire, he grabbed my long, dark ponytail and pulled it back toward him, whispering in my ear, "You will get your turn to speak, when and IF I decide to allow it. I am in total control now and you are going to do exactly as I command. Is that clear? You may speak NOW! And, remember, slut, you always call me 'sir' when you address me."
Instinctively, I knew that the correct answer was simply, "Yes, sir!" I also knew enough not to answer a question I wasn't asked, so I shut up for once in my life. I was starting to get this and it was fun. This began my descent into a life of being Jay's submissive slut. But, I am getting ahead of myself.
He then spoke in a rather harsh whisper, "Vanessa, do you know why you are being punished?"
"Yes, I do, sir!"
"Why are you in this predicament, slut?"
