Thanks taking byjohnpassion©

Thanks-taking
"Thank you for coming home with me for Thanksgiving." She said as they drove down the dusty road.
"You are welcome." He said as he looked out the window enjoying the landscape.
"I know it is not much to look at, but it is home." She muttered apologetically.
"I think it is beautiful scenery. The different color rock layers, the splash of green here and there and the occasional yellows from the cacti." He replied with awe.
"Did you just say cacti?" She said giggling.
"I did. That is the plural form of cactus. Cacti."
"I know it is, but, we just call it cactus. Do not worry about using the correct verbiage while you are visiting. No one will care if you use ain't or is not. No one cares if you use a double negative or end the sentence in a preposition. What they do care about is if you relax and enjoy yourself." She replied as she reached over to hold his hand.
"HONEY! SHE'S HOME!"
He heard as they pulled up the drive.
"That's my dad! He yells that every time he is outside and I pull up. He started that when I got my drivers license and has never stopped." She said as a smile started on her lips and her eyes misted.
She set the car in park, unfastened her seatbelt, and threw open the door as the dust settled around the car.
"DAD!", She yelled as she ran into his open arms.
He opened his door and walked up to them as they finished their embrace. Holding out his hand after the introductions were made, he expected the "I am going to grip your hand very hard because she is my daughter and if I hurt your hand you will not be able to touch her and let that be a warning to you." handshake from a protective dad. Instead, he was greeted with a firm hand shake and a "Nice to meet you."
"Leave the bags and come in and meet mom!" She said as she held onto her dads arm and almost skipped to the house.
A broad smile formed on his face as he thought, "So this is home." She became a kid again, surrounded by all things familiar. It was a good thing to see after all of the stress with the college courses.
Their first meet flashed in his mind and he smiled at the memory. He remembered he did not have the awkward feeling he normally had when he was interested in a particular girl. However, he knew he wanted to know everything he could about her and that caused nerves to perform a little dance in his stomach.
He wanted to sit next to her and listen to her talk.
He wanted to try to make her smile and laugh.
He wanted to walk next to her and hold her hand.
He wanted to feel her lips touch his as they embraced.
He knew all of this the first time he saw her while eating breakfast in the commons. He pushed his plate of eggs and untouched bacon aside and stood to see where she would stop.
With confidence, he walked over to her after she had placed the items on her tray, and payed before she could reach into her purse. "I have a table right over there if you would like to have breakfast with me." He said as she looked at him with her mouth agape.
That was their first meet and date rolled into one.
He sighed as he followed them into the house.
The introductions went as well if not better than expected. Her family accepted his quiet demeanor and appeared to be relieved that he did not present himself as loud and attention seeking. He listened to stories of childhood, both bragging and embarrassing, and stated, "The secret is safe with me." followed by a wink many times after a brutally embarrassing story was shared.
"I feel it is only fair to recall a few blush causing moments of my past." He said, in order to deflect the embarrassment barrage.
The rest of the evening was filled with visits from family, a tour of the property then ended with smores around a fire. "The stars look so large and so close that you could knock them out of the sky with a stick." He remarked. They gave a light chuckle and commented that sometimes they forget to look up and enjoy the view. After everyone leveled their heads and built another smore, she informed her parents the next day would consist of her taking him on an adventure. They were going to go visit her favorite mesa then explore some abandon mining camps.
The usual parental warnings of safety and precautions were still being said as they began to walk towards the house. She leaned in and gave him a kiss then hugged him tightly before she showed him to his room. Her parents did a good job of acting like they did not see the interaction as they entered the house. Not that he was dry humping her or slathering his tongue all over her face when they entered, but the simple kiss and embrace seemed to not bother her parents. Especially her dad.
He awakened at 5:15 the next morning and had the coffee brewing by 5:20. Every one else was still asleep so he took his freshly brewed coffee outside and watched the eastern sky as it began to lighten.
He heard the door close softly behind him.
"Beautiful, just beautiful. Sometimes we forget to admire the beauty that is right in front of us. Your little comment about the stars last night reminded me to stop and look."
Her dad took a sip of his coffee and stood next to him.
"It is almost beyond words." He said. A little surprised that her dad seemed comfortable in opening up to him. At least he felt like he opened up.
"You are an early riser. That surprises me. Many times younger people like to stay in bed as long as they can." Her dad remarked.
There was sincerity in his voice, a bit of surprise and a hint of a question. He did not feel as if he were being interrogated or accused of anything by the comment and decided to open up a little to her dad.
"I was like that. I felt if I got out of bed before noon then I had let myself down for not living up to the summer vacation expectations of a young person."
He took a sip of his coffee then continued.
"I decided it showed prospective employers that I am not lazy and I have discipline. Plus, you know what they say. The early bird..."
They both chuckled and finished their coffee while engaging in more small talk. They entered the kitchen as the ladies were filling their cups with the day awakening liquid of hot steaminess.
After breakfast, they loaded the back of a Polaris with Flashlights, food and other essentials she said they needed for their adventure. He came out with a back pack and a pillow.
"You do realize that we will be back before supper time right? We are not camping over night."
Her comments brought a laugh out of everyone and he acted like he was embarrassed. Then the laughter turned to howling from her parents when he put the pillow on the passenger seat then sat on it and buckled himself in after saying, "I have ridden with you in a car, I decided to protect myself in this thing with you driving."
She punched him in the arm after she buckled in and started the vehicle. As they took off her parents were still laughing and waving goodbye.
The ride across the desert was filled with long stretches of fast driving, quick turns and sudden stops. A few times he held his hands above his head and yelled "WOOOOOOOO!!!!!" just as he would on a roller coaster. She laughed and held her hands up on some of the flat stretches which caused him to quickly lower his and reach for the steering wheel. These actions caused them both to laugh because of their shared love for adventure and silliness.
Once they reached an abandoned mining camp they took off their helmets and stretched.
"That was not as rough of a ride as I thought it would be." He said as he grabbed her in a tight hug and smothered her face with kisses.
"I am a good driver. My dad lets me back the truck down the driveway on the weekends." She said as she cocked her head to the side and began to walk towards a weather beaten building.
"Ooohhh, then she drops the Rainman quote." He said as he whacked her butt with his hand when he ran up to her.
"HEY!" She yelped as she grabbed his arm then punched it again.
"You enjoyed it and you know it." He stage whispered as he patted her behind.
"Maybe." She whispered back then subconsciously bit her bottom lip.
They looked through some of the remaining shacks that were still standing, took some pictures next to abandon equipment and enjoyed the view as the sun winked over the mesa. They stood in awe as the shadows shortened in front of them and the colors of the land awakened.
After visiting a few more camps they started walking back to the Polaris when he pointed to a small building that was a short distance from the camp.
"I wonder what is in that building?" He asked
"That is the entrance to the mine shaft." She said as she got in and started the vehicle. "We can check it out after our picnic on the mesa if you would like."
"That sounds like a plan." He said as they buckled in then took off, bounding over the landscape.
The view was beyond words. She had to remind him to keep eating when she would catch him looking at the world from the new vantage point.
"How do you get used to this? The view is amazing." He marveled.
"You never get used to it. Sometimes we may take it for granted, but we never get used to it." She said as she turned and looked at the horizon.
He leaned into her and kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head and gave a soft moan. He kissed her again then scrapped his teeth and ended with a little bite.
She shrugged her shoulders and squealed.
"No marks love. I do not want my parents to ask questions." She had lifted her finger and pointed it at him in mock chastisement.
He laughed then gently bit her finger.
She lunged at him.
Still laughing, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him.
They lay there, looking into one another eyes. Smiling. Laughing.
Then she lowered her lips to his. A small peck.
Their eyes locked together as she raised her head. He felt her tongue outline his lips as she connected with him again. Her tongue circled his lips then was pressed into his mouth as his hand gripped the hair on the back of her head and forced her onto him.
The gasp,
The stollen breath,
The animal within him emerging.
These were flashing through her mind when he pulled her head up and broke their seal. She tried to lower herself back down but his strong hand held her hair tightly. She grunted in her efforts to break loose so she could peg his mouth with her tongue again.
His other hand gripped her throat and she stopped moving.
She was unable to move. His stare paralyzed her. She felt helpless and yet she was on top of him. She should be in control, but he would not allow such a silly thought manifest itself.
"I am hungry." He growled.
He turned their bodies, resting his weight on top of her.
Her paralysis deepened after he whispered, "Do. Not. Move."
She obeyed. She felt like there was no other choice. He had never been this forceful before and she was realizing that she was going to do everything he said. The electricity that was running through her body and soul could only be controlled by one person. She knew that only he could take her, own her and harness that flow that was jolting her to the point where she lost herself.
She watched him as he stood. She did not move her body. She was told not to move and she was a good girl. She wanted to please and obey him.
"What am I thinking? A good girl? Please and obey him? I am college educated and very independent! Yet, I need this. I need to obey. I want to please him. He will take care of me, I will be a good girl."
She sighed as she felt herself relinquish her will to him. He was hers and she was his.
He had removed all his clothes, kneeled next to her and began to stroke himself.
She saw the tip of his head glisten in the sunlight as his precum began to ball at the tip.
"Are you hungry too love?" He asked as he brought his hardness closer to her lips.
"Yes." She whispered then stuck out her tongue.
"Just yes? Evidently you are not that hungry." He said as he began to slow his strokes and pull away.
"No, please no!" She wailed. "Please, I need to taste you. I am hungry. Please!"
"I will ask you again." He said in a low, rumbling voice. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes Sir." She said without delay.
"That is a good girl." He said as he let the weight of his shaft lay on her lips.
She took him in hungrily. Something released in her when he said she was a good girl. The words excited her, but the tone and sincerity in his voice allowed her to believe that she was a good girl. His good girl.
She was worshiping his offering. She wanted him to know how much she appreciated his gift. She was about to raise her hands to stroke him while she was sucking, but she heard him growl once again. "Do. Not. Move."
She felt the flood of wetness release. He knew she was going to move when she was just thinking about lifting her hand. "He really knows me. He pays attention to me!" She thought as she felt him go deep and reach the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but needed to feel him in her throat again. She needed to feel him use her for his pleasure.
Everything else had faded in her reality.
She did not know when he had unfastened her pants and pulled them off.
She did not remember how her panties were around one ankle.
She was only slightly aware that she was gripping and pulling the back of his head as he was feasting on her wet lips and clit.
She was on top of the world and was allowing her call of the wild sing out to the sky. The blanket she was laying on was drenching wet. He was taking feelings and pleasures from her that she did not know she owned.
Barely lifting her head to look at him, she was surprised to see that he was looking at her. His eyes were smiling at her as he lifted his head. She could see her wet sex on his mouth. The sight cause her to tremble.
"Hi baby." He said as he began to crawl up her body.
"Hi love. ohhhh." She moaned as he entered her fully then lay upon her. She felt protected and comforted by his weight.
She began to rock her hips but stopped when he said, "No."
"Hold me." He whispered into her neck.
Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him. Once she embraced him, it felt, to her, like the weight of his body lifted. It was as if they had become one. No extra weight or pressure.
She felt wanted. Needed. She was satisfied.
He kissed her neck then bit her gently as he lifted his head.
"Hey, I said no marks." She giggled.
"First of all baby girl, you do not tell me what to do." He said as he pulled out and began to sit up.
"Second of all, I do what I want." He smiled as he gave her outer thigh a little swat.
"Thirdly, I did mark you. Now it is time to get dressed and for you to take me to the mine."
"You had better not have left a mark on my neck!" She exclaimed as she bolted up.
"What am I going to tell my parents?!" She cried with panic in her voice.
"Honey, calm down." He said in his calm and reassuring voice. "I did not mark your neck. I did not say I marked your neck. I said, I did mark you."
He lowered his eyes to the open folds at the top of her legs. She followed his eyes and saw that there were hickies on the outside of both of her lips and bite marks on her inner thighs. She saw herself drip out as she gently touch his markings on her skin.
She looked up to him with tears in her eyes.
"They are beautiful." She said as she grabbed him and began to kiss his entire face. Each kiss was followed by a muffled "Thank you" and "I love them".
After they got dressed and began to pack up she asked him if she pleased him.
He had noticed that she had a little bit of a worried look on her face while he was cleaning her up.
"Yes you do. You please me very much." He said then winked.
After shaking out the blanket, she stood next to him and began to fold it.
"I kinda made a mess on this blanket huh? I will need to wash it right when we get back." She said with a chuckle.
"That is not a mess love, that is beauty. That is proof that you know you are desired. Wanted. That is not a mess at all." He kissed her then took the blanket from her.
"If I am so desired and wanted. Then why did you not cum?" She asked with her lips drawn tight and her cheeks flushed.
He turned to her, after he put the blanket in his backpack. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her into a tight embrace. His lips next to her ear and his hand lifted to the back of her neck.
"You please me. I want you. I need you. I did not cum because I am not finished with you. I own you and will cum when I am ready. If you could only understand the amount of restraint and the strength needed for me to not cum when you were laying there looking at me. That is right. Before we even touched, the sight of you fully clothed, looking at me took me to the edge of ecstasy. You please me. Me not cumming intensifies my yearning for you. Beyond my own comprehension. You are wanted love. You are wanted by me. Never, ever doubt that."
He held her tightly for another twenty seconds, kissed her cheek, put his hands on either side of her face, kissed her nose then said, "We are not finished."
She reached out and grabbed onto him as her knees buckled slightly. He held her again as she whispered, "Yes Sir." In his ear.
They finished packing and securing the items. Walking close to the edge of the Mesa, he put is arm around her waist and she leaned her head on him. Standing in silence felt like the most appropriate way to honor the scene. Time seemed to stand still. The sun appeared to stop just like it did in the book of Joshua. He was given infinite time to hold her, cherish her and comfort her. He turned to her, leaned down and kissed her.
As they traveled across the rugged terrain, he thought about that kiss on the Mesa. Too many people try to capture the magical moments with pictures. They stage their kisses or hugs, they make sure the lighting is perfect. They try to change the reality to make a fantasy perfect picture. No picture could capture the image he saw in his mind and felt in his heart. It would never be altered with filters, faded or torn. It was embedded in his soul and he was grateful.
He reached for his backpack once they arrived at the mine entrance.
"Are you planning on spending the night in there?" She asked as she slipped her hand in his.
"You never know." He said. "I was never a Boy Scout, but I read all of the Hardy Boys books. Therefore, I have learned that it is important to always be prepared."
He cinched the straps on the backpack down and lifted his head as if he were readying himself to trudge through the deepest and darkest jungle.
She laughed, nudged him with her hip then started towards the entrance.
They explored the mine for about an hour. She showed him a raise, a stope and the many discarded tools miners had left in the abandon mine. He was like a kid in a candy store. Experiencing a new experiences in life excited him. She sat down on a stope then placed the lantern she was carrying next to her.
"That is all there is to see and do in the mine." She said as she watched him slowly turning around and looking at everything the light he was carrying touched. He turned his flashlight towards her and stopped.
"This is truly amazing." He said as he walked towards her.
"I am glad you like it. I would have cleaned the place if I would have known I was going to have a visitor." She chuckled.
He stopped in front of her then lowered his backpack to the ground.
"Stand up." He said as his voice resonated.
"Yes Sir." She felt herself say as she stood.
She had no idea what he was thinking but she felt herself get wet just at the tone of voice he used.
He unzipped his back pack, pulled out the blanket from the Mesa and spread it out on the floor next to the stope. The pillow was removed next and placed about a foot away from the step. 
 Her mind flashed with images of her kneeling on the pillow pleasuring him. Feeling him thrust deep in her throat. His hands controlling her head as his hips thrust. Her mouth began to water at the thought of his taste.
He walked back over to her and took her hands. She was led over to the blanket then turned to face away from him. He kissed her neck as he wrapped his arms around her tummy. He could feel her moans as he pressed his body to hers.
He kept kissing her as he unfastened her pants and lowered them to the ground. Her panties were so wet, they left a line down her inner thighs causing her to shiver. He patted her cheeks, placing a hand on her shoulder he had her kneel on the pillow.
His hand on her shoulder urged her forward so that her hands were resting on the stope. He trailed his hand from her shoulder, down her back and stopping on her bottom. His fingernails slightly scratching her back causing a full body shiver once again. She received a few light pats then a firm squeeze. His deep and slow breathing was all she could hear other than the slight patting sound of his hand landed on her bottom.
"Touch yourself." She heard him say.
She reached back and slid a finger between her swollen lips. Her wetness covered her hand as she began to circle her clit.
After removing his pants and underwear, he kneeled behind her and leaned back on his heels and watched her.
"Arch your back love and slide a finger in. I want you to cum for me."
She obeyed.
After her first orgasm she felt him touch her again. His finger was very wet and slippery as he rubbed and fingered her tight butthole. Her rubbing increased in intensity as he began to insert his finger. She was amazed at how she could feel the pressure and stretch but no pain. She would hear him open a lid then feel his finger slide with ease as the lube coated his finger once again.
She began to rock back into him, pressing his finger in her deeper. They had never played this way before and he was pleased at her response.
"I"
moan
"Have never. ohhhhh."
moan
"Done this before." She said as she shuddered with another orgasm.
"You are a good girl." He growled. Causing her to renew her rubbing and thrusting her fingers inside of her dripping hole.
He gently removed his finger causing her to moan yet again.
"Please, that felt so good." Her voice echoed off of the walls, up the raise and back down to them. "Please Sir, please."
She heard him snap the lid to the lube then felt his finger rubbing her pucker once again. Instead of his firm finger entering her she felt a little more pressure and stretch and something much softer enter her.
She was excited and surprised at the new feeling. She was excited because she had never tried anal before. Her surprise was at the feeling of him in her. She thought his head would stretch her more when he entered. There was a little discomfort but he had used a lot of lube and entered slowly.
The image she saw in her mind of his head penetrating her made her clit harden and swell even more as she felt herself drip on her hand.
Then. He began to stroke himself.
That was when she realized that he was not fully hard when he entered her. Somehow he was able to stay soft as she rubbed herself and reached orgasm.
The more his hand pulled and tugged on his shaft, the more she felt the stretch of his thickening head inside of her. She leaned back slightly and felt him also pull back.
"No baby. We are not ready for that." His voice was gruff yet comforting.
She held her place as she synchronized her finger movements with his hand.
The primal rumble that escaped his chest caused her to leap from the highest Mesa into a warm bed of pillowy clouds. His liquid soul filled her as he continued to rub and gently thrust.
She collapsed on her side. He laid down beside her and pulled her curled body into his. She relaxed into him when his arm was wrapped around her.
They awakened about 30 minutes later. She turned to him and smiled.
"We should head back to the house you know. I need to help mom start making the food for Thanksgiving tomorrow."
"I know." He said as he climbed on top of her. "But, right now I am more into Thanks-taking. I am not finished."

Iron Cloud Night Ch. 01 byFeare909©

Chapter 1

It's a pleasantly warm evening in the Phalloji Village. The occasional carriage rolls by the trail between the lively taverns and brothels illuminating the sleeping twilight dusk as the stars begin to shimmer above with the moon just peering beyond the horizon of Aphrodita Island.

Aphrodita Island is no center of malice or filth, as it used to be a long, long time ago. It is a fruitful island that is run by free-minded people who seek trade and clean business while also catering to mildly loose policies and interests. It was once a site for slave trading and smuggling, but it was reformed near up to a century ago when it was raided by several royal armies and renovated for proper settlement. Now it is a capital that is known for its festive, if not explicit, lifestyle of half of its population.

Ruciel huffs with a tinge of impatience as he leans on a beam of his favorite establishment: The Iron Cloud brothel. He is dressed in a deep purple silk shawl that just covers his chest and drapes over half of his back like a small cloak. His hand goes to idly scratch at his lithe side before adjusting the scant and elegant violet loincloth curtaining his pelvis and over his ample bottom. Secured on either one of his elbows is a billowy sleeve made of the violet sheen silk, reaching down to waft around his hands, his garments shining in the evening lights with his silver belt and medallion, besides the beautiful bracelets on his left wrist and right ankle. His hand then goes up and moves the silk hood off of his head, showing a lush field of dark hair streaked with blue color. His soft, plump lips frown idly from his thinly-shaven beard that covers his lower jaw and chin, his skin a tanned shade across his body.

On a night like this, especially on a day off from his studies in the academy, nothing would beat a night stay in the Iron Cloud with one of their beefy, horny harem men; he's certainly an all-round favorite regular at the place, and has even worked an occasional shift for extra coin.

Lately, however, Ruciel's parents have been particularly restrictive with his privileges of late. Ruciel's education in the field of Alchemy has been going very smoothly with his assignments being accomplished and completed. And when he is not amazing his professors at the institute with his academic prowess of the philosophical science, he is either working hard at his family's farm or traveling with his father to various locations of the island for important business transfers and arrangements. And every once in a while when Ruciel has a night to enjoy himself, he likes to spend it in Phalloji Village to indulge in some lewd debauchery before he goes back to his rigorous studies and sweltering work.

Not to mention that unfortunate incident a fortnight ago. Ruciel's mother and father have always praised him and nurtured his talents and progress, but you get caught in bed with ONE naked man in ONE morning, and all of a sudden you are 'jeopardizing your future for the depravity of this island's savage curse of lust and greed!'.

It was ONE time! And now Ruciel's mother has severely limited his stipend while his father is sending him on erratic and pointless errands to amend his mistake.

Well, they can limit his freedoms all they want, he's still not interested in pulling a pair of trousers and suffocating himself in a stuffy tunic while he wants for a delivery for his father. Ruciel's clothing is safely tucked into his knapsack while he shows the patrons and local whores what he's got to offer. Call it one last hurrah at teenage rebellion before graduation and setting off on his own.

"Where in the Gods' name is that delivery?" Ruciel frowns as he looks to his Time Shard -- a pendant resembling that of a small hourglass that fits in the palm of his hand. There are 8 and a half glowing blue sand-like diamonds in one side of the glass, and 3 and a half shining yellow sand diamonds in the other, with the half diamond dissembling into dust and flowing into the narrow opening in the middle and floating into a developing blue diamond -- thus, indicating that the time is now almost 9 hours after the noon from today.

"They were supposed to show up with the damn package 2 hours ago." Ruciel huffed as he waits. Not that he has enough coin to really do anything once this errand is complete, but he also doesn't have a curfew, and he's still not in the mood to go back home to give his parents the satisfaction that they still own him through systematic familial attachment. "Ugh... I have half a mind to just whore myself all night and make a huge bag of gold and silver just to spite them."

Of course, his father did specify that the delivery will be made at the River Thorn Inn, but most of the barmaids in that place are stuck-up bitches who really don't care for loiterers. Especially that acidic cunt, Felicia. Ruciel can't STAND that whore! She is arguably one of Aphrodita's most beautiful and graceful maidens. And she knows it, and exploits herself to a rather distasteful degree. She considers herself a very bitter rival to Ruciel and can't pass him by without shooting a sharp insult at him -- despite the fact that she is a professional harem girl, while Ruciel has a promising career in philosophical alchemy ahead of him in his studies and only comes to Phalloji Village to either hang out or work in one of the male taverns for coin or company. And if he were to go anywhere near the River Thorn right now while she's on a shift and he's in a bad state, he may very well just grab a scimitar from one of the customers and cut a bitch!

"This is a bloody waste of time." Ruciel frowns as he gets up from his post, "I'm just going to-"

"Ahhh hey there, beautiful..." Comes a new voice. Ruciel looks to the side and raises his eyebrows as he sees someone leaning his arm right next to him. A big, hulking man with thick, muscular arms looks down at the younger male. Tanned skin that testifies of many days aboard a ship, the man leers at Ruciel as he removes his hood covering short-cut brown hair, giving a smirk of admiration from his thick trimmed beard. This person is half-wearing a robe -- his left side his clothed, while his right side his exposed, showing Ruciel a nicely built arm to a hairy pec and half a big rotund gut. He can't help but glance down and see a hefty round package under his tight pants.

"Well hello there, sir..." Ruciel says with a grin as he leans his back onto the post.

"This is some very fine cloth you wear." The stranger says as he feels along one of those bell-bottom sleeves on Ruciel's arm, "Is this not from the Midnight Divinity Brothel?"

"Yes and no." Ruciel answered, "They were weaved from there, but I bought these myself. I do not cater to Midnight."

"You do not, hm?" The thick man chuckles, "That is a shame... Because midnight is the magic hour, is it not?"

"Well..." Ruciel smiles as he turns in his lean to face the man, "The night is young. And magic doesn't have a schedule."

"Aye... You have a point, boy. Allow me to introduce myself." He says as he nods,

"My name is Bruno."

"I am Ruciel."

"And might I tell you..." A hand goes to rub along Ruciel's side, "You are a very enchanting one..."

"Oh?" Ruciel can't stop smiling at this pot-bellied stud. As Bruno moves one of his arm, something shiny drops from one of his pouches on his belt.

"Ah-"

"Oh, let me get that." Ruciel squats down and gasps lightly as he reaches for the trinket. It appears to be a silver round arrowhead with small smooth gems encrusted along the round surface, dipping into a narrow neck with a crystal shard attached to it.

Ruciel's fingers wrapped around the item and stood back up. He gives a very naughty and knowing snicker at the big guy, "You carry one of these? Surely a man like you would prefer something a little bigger, am I wrong?"

"Heh heh... You do not know what that is, do you?"

"I know EXACTLY what this is." Ruciel laughs cutely, "The Iron Cloud sells a lot of them."

"None like this one." Bruno says as he plucks the toy from the teen.

"Yeah? And how so?" Ruciel asks skeptically.

"Heh... Come here." Bruno puts a hand onto Ruciel's back and takes the young man into the alleyway next to the brothel. As they step into the darker shadows, Ruciel immediately notices the small gems on the trinket glittering with internal light while the metal itself gives a cyan gleam.

"Whoa..." Ruciel looks in awe at it.

"The metal?" Bruno points to the aqua tint glowing around, "Forged by a satyr smith with Sirenite ore from one of the mermaid waters. The gems? Refined by sage nymphs, and the crystal itself bears a carved rune on it. The piece itself was assembled by a fertility guru on the Aiwun mountain."

"So this is actually a talisman." Ruciel nods with understanding, "For what purpose?"

"I gather materials in my travels from time to time, have them blessed, reformed, carved, forged, polymerized, what have you in case I want an interesting artifact. This thing?" He holds the plug up and gives a deep chuckle, "I designed to... Enchant my company."

"Did you not say I was already enchanting?" Ruciel asked with his arms crossed and a coy smile.

"Yes, but it is also supposed to cast other effects." He nods, "And besides..." Bruno puts a hand onto Ruciel's slender stomach and side, "I want to see if I can put a serene fox in heat..."

Ruciel giggles and looks at the shiny buttplug. It is a beautiful treasure, it would be a shame not to test its abilities. "Just to be clear," Ruciel starts, "It is not a cursed treasure, right? Only a mystic talisman?"

"I promise just that." He nods, "If it were a curse, I would be wearing leviathan-hide gloves."

Ruciel gives a moment to give him that sexy smile at the older, chubby gentleman, possibly to entice the charming fellow, "Alright. I agree to it."

"Very well." Bruno nods before twirling a finger, "You know how this enters, yes?"

"Hmhmhm" Ruciel chuckles as drops his arms and turns. He puts his hands onto the wall and lowers his back a bit, presenting his posterior to Bruno.

"That's it." Bruno leans forward and takes the violet silk veil covering Ruciel's bottom, and lifts it. He raises his eyebrows and gives a hearty chuckle at the exposed anus, "No loincloth? You are a frisky little one, aren't you?"

"It feels better not to have constricting wraps on myself." Ruciel grins as he feels Bruno's hand cup one of those plump cheeks.

"You have a very nice rump, boy..." Bruno says as he rubs Ruciel's smooth ass. His thumb circles and locates Ruciel's butthole. He rubs the clean and warm entrance before he presses the end into his anus. As soon as the metal made contact to the retracting sphincter, the smooth-cut gems glow brightly as the metal's surface dances with cyan light.

"A-Ahh!" Ruciel arches his back and his fingers tense. His penis twitches as his anus opens around the coming toy. He can immediately feel keen surges of energy channeling into the muscles of his arms and legs. "H-Hhhaaah! Ahhhh!" He moans and gasps as he can feel the plug drive into his hole and deeper into him. His brown eyes shimmer with a magenta light as he feels his whole body absorb a hot invisible mist, "AhhhHHhh!" He gives a hard gasp just as his pucker closes around the buttplug's neck, the blunt crystal nestled comfortably inside his crack, like there is nothing even there.

"There we go..." Bruno gently replaces the silk back over the boy's naked booty and stands back up.

Ruciel turns back around, panting deeply and takes a moment. He can certainly feel a distinct difference of atmosphere about him. He sighs and breathes deeply as his hands explore his own lithe body, his legs widening a bit as he swerved his hips forward a little, feeling a tingle go up his spine and even arching his back again.

"You really are enchanting, boy." Bruno says as he pats Ruciel on the shoulder.

"Mnnhhhhh..." Ruciel moans nicely as his eyes close, his mouth in a tranquil expression, as if he is standing in a pour of cool water.

"So." He says, regaining Ruciel's attention, "Would you share a drink with a weary sailor?"

Ruciel regains himself and grins as he puts a hand onto that burly chest, "Please, yes."

As the two walk out of the alley, Ruciel spots Felicia passing by in a skimpy orange dress -- the garment she wears when all her other outfits are too filthy to wear, and this dress's style generally weakens her visual appeal is considered as an unlucky charm to her. She was chatting with a couple of disgruntled looking men before her attention shifts to Ruciel in his very elegant violet silk, being escorted into the Iron Cloud by a big, handsome stud. He flashes her a grin as he gives a dismissive salute of his hand.

"Bye, Felicia."

~~~

Inside the doors of the Iron Cloud Brothel, there is a bar with a man wearing nothing but a fully packed loincloth, his package leaving little to the imagination, wearing a sort of hammer-like pendant around his neck, as is uniform of the other workers of the Iron Cloud. The uniform is of a dark silver satin material of a vest and an unmodest bottom-piece -- briefs, loincloths, fundoshis -- all of them bearing a dulled gleam of the silver satin, outlined with seams of shining white trims, each vest presenting a metal ring with a lightning bolt sigil within it, same for the underwear each worker wears. Half of the whores, bartenders, waiters, and harem boys are well built men of either muscle or fat, while some others are athletic twinks, not unlike Ruciel himself. Most of them wearing little to show off their bodies.

The furniture features that of ebony tables reinforced with polished iron, along with chairs having white padding for comfort and cyan veils for curtains. The Iron Cloud is just one of Aphrodita's all-male brothel with high quality service and lodgings.

"Ah, Ruciel." Says Raigek, the owner of this establishment, "Your usual, or would you like to make some coin?"

"I am currently preoccupied at this time, Rai." Ruciel smiles as he passes by with Bruno. "I will have my usual, however."

"I will have a pint of goldra ale if you have it." Bruno orders on the go.

As they walk, Ruciel bites his lower lip as with every step he takes, it feels as though that magic buttplug goes deeper into his anus, yet he can still detect the small crystal between his deep crevice. He's used toys like this before, but this is the first time he's had one that was infused with unique and mystical materials up inside him.

They pick an empty lounge seat and sit down. "N-nnhhh..." Ruciel moans as his hands tense as he feels a keen rush of pleasure in his behind. The sensation flows up and coils in his trim stomach, making him sigh and moan silently as his face feels that hot tingle across his cheeks. He breathes out a sigh of shimmering pink vapor before his eyes glimmer again.

"You doing alright, boy?" Bruno asked.

"Nnhhh, yes..." Ruciel groans as he sensually adjusts himself, "It just feels so amazing..."

"Heh, we should keep tabs on it though," Bruno says as their drinks are shortly brought to them. The man reaches up to take his flagon for a swig, "If it gets too much, just tell me and I'll remove it."

"Mnnn, not at all~" Ruciel smiles while he takes his own fruit libation with the trace of wine in it.

"So tell me, boy." Bruno chuckles as he puts a strong arm around Ruciel's shoulders. Ruciel giggles as he inches closer to him and nudged a leg against the other. "You seem no stranger to this sort of area. You have every makings of a treasured prostitute in any tavern on this isle, though I have not seen you here before on any of my visits."

"Mnnhhh, I am a local, sure enough." Ruciel says "My home is several miles from here. My mother and father prefer not to come to these ports because they do not appreciate the business of the evening."

"And you do?" Bruno chuckles as he spreads his legs and relaxes.

"Yes. I appreciate the warm night air, and being with the people here is more refreshing than being with a lot of other people at the academy."

"How so?" Bruno asked before another drink.

"A lot of the students are arrogant academic climbers -- they hide behind masks of decorum to disguise their ruthless ambition in the curriculum. It is like heard of sheep with wolves investing in woolen tunics so they may gain the approval of the shepherd."

"Hahahahah, that's a mild way of putting it." He laughed, "And you are not like that?"

"I try not to be." Ruciel smiles as he cuddles closer to his suitor. "Some of the students are alright. Others are downright frustrating."

"Heh, I get that, boy. So what are you schooling for?"

"I am studying to be an alchemist of a few fields."

"A few? No specific area of expertise?"

"Maybe eventually..." Ruciel says as he adjusts in his seat and sipping his sweet refreshment, "So far, I am interested in celestial, nautical, and light alchemy."

"You know how complicated some of those fields are, yes, boy?"

"Hmhmhm," Ruciel smiles, "I can handle it, I have for years..." His cheeks start to feel tingly as his mouth longs to touch something other than the edge of the wine glass he holds.

"Sounds like you've got yourself organized there..." Bruno mumbles as he brings the young man closer to him.

"Mmnnnyyeesss..." Ruciel moans as he gets closer to him. The plug in his ass sends another pulse of sensuality into his chest. His thick and lush dark hair give a subtle gleam of the rosy magic, as does the fuzz on his arms, legs, and dainty treasure trail along his smooth stomach "Hnnhhhhh..." He's practically purring like a feline of luxury as he feels Bruno's rugged hand rub into the small of his back.

"So you do not whore here?"

"Mmmnnnhhh... I did not say that." Ruciel answers, "I attend the Priaphon Academy at the heart of Aphrodita. I work on my family's farm as well."

"So, educated, and remarkably beautiful..." Bruno mused as he brings Ruciel closer. Ruciel groans gently as he moves to mount sensually onto Bruno's thick leg. He has no idea WHAT is this talisman, but it's almost exactly like those times Ruciel tried recreational Genie Powder -- a dust made of various hormonal pollen and spices that whets one's sexual appetite. Except the plug doesn't give him the perpetual dizziness and disorientation that Genie Powder induces.

"Mmmnnnhhh, stop, sir..." Ruciel smiles as he snuggles up to the gentleman, "You're making blush..."

"Heh... I can't stop." Bruno grins as he rubs onto Ruciel's back and his side. Ruciel lets out a pleasured sigh as he arches his back like an exotic animal being catered to, "Has anyone ever told you that your lips look like a tantalizing fruit one would like to taste and savor?"

"Heheheheheh, it's been brought up once or twice..." Ruciel grins sensually.

"Mhhhh, I just love the way your body feels..." Bruno admires as his hands get thorough in their exploration -- feeling along one of Ruciel's bare thighs, a hand brushing under the light treasure trail from his grown to his tummy, even slipping under the silk veil above his bottom to feel that nude behind. "Are you not of muse descent? To have such alluring presence?"

"Hmmmm," Ruciel gives a coy thought, "Would you believe me if I was?"

"Heh heh... Hell if I know." Bruno's hands rub at both of Ruciel's hips, his fingers sliding below the loincloth every so often to glide along both of those buttcheeks, "You just feel so divine to the touch..."

"A-Aaahh... Hhaaahhh..." Ruciel moans a little more as he feels the buttplug infiltrate his body a little more with its magic, his eyes giving another pink twinkle while his body shimmers with mystic vapor just slightly for one second. His buttocks feel a foreign warmth start to glow on them, like someone is holding a lantern very close to his ass so that both cheeks are pleasantly hot.

Spanking Discovery byfantaseeboy©

This story contains descriptions of incest and homosexuality. \
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Even before Mallorie asked me to marry her, she had become very close to my mother. The two of them became fast friends immediately after I'd introduced them. I began spending less time with Mallorie because she was spending so much time with my mother.
My mother loved to share stories and reminisce over images with Mallorie. They spent hours talking about my childhood and every embarrassing moment of my life. One particular topic that Mallorie thought was especially cute was one of my mother's favorite stories as well. It was during my senior year of high school. I'd gotten a B- on an Advanced Placement Chemistry test. It was the lowest grade I'd ever gotten. I was an emotional wreck when I handed that test to my mother. She consoled me and told me it would be okay.
Until that time, I'd never been punished. I'd never been grounded, scolded or had my mouth washed out with soap. Mother always said I was her little angel who never did anything wrong. But that day, even though she didn't want to, I insisted that I deserved to be punished.
Mother and I sat together and discussed possible punishments. Grounding didn't make sense, I never went out with friends, I spent all my time at home. Corner time seemed juvenile. Mother tried to scold me, but she was far too amused to be taken seriously. We eventually decided a spanking would be the most appropriate.
I remember trying to be deadly serious, but feeling very silly while I stood in front of my grinning mother and told her I was sorry for doing so poorly in my AP Chem class. She couldn't stop giggling while telling me I needed to try harder and that she was very disappointed. Mother then had me lay across her lap and spanked me playfully. After just a few spanks, I rolled off her lap. I told her she wasn't doing it right. But she thought the entire affair was unnecessary and that I did not deserve to be punished at all.
After insisting I needed to be punished, she took me back over her lap and spanked me more firmly. I told her it didn't hurt at all. She spanked me harder. It still wasn't enough. It didn't feel like a punishment; they were supposed to hurt. Mother smacked me hard enough that her hand hurt, but I still felt no pain. On the contrary, I found it felt rather nice.
Mother tried several more times until I rolled off of her lap onto the floor blushing deeply. She touched her thigh, then looked down at me. With a huge smile on her face, she unnecessarily informed me that the spanking didn't have the effect we'd intended. Her eyes then dropped to my hands covering the small erection in my pants. To this day, mother still threatens to spank me which always makes me blush.
While Mallorie drove us home on the same night she'd learned about my first spanking, she rested her big, strong hand on my skinny thigh. She glanced at me while driving and without the slightest bit of amusement, she explained that there had been a few times during our relationship that she wanted to take me over her knee. Even on the night she proposed, when I hesitated before agreeing to take her last name, she told me she wanted to give me a spanking I'd never forget. But lucky for me, I agreed to take her name before she could act.
She continued to drive while keeping her hand on my thigh. We drove along in complete silence for several blocks, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Mallorie squeezed my thigh suddenly and asked, "Bobby, in the time we've been together, do you think you have needed to be punished?" She squeezed my thigh firmly and rephrased her questions, "Have you ever wanted me to punish you?"
In a very soft voice, I said, "I don't know." Biting my lower lip and squirming in the passenger's seat, I whispered, "Maybe? I don't know."
Mallorie didn't look away from the road in front of her. She kept her hand on my thigh and spoke in a very calm manner, "Bobby, I think you do know. I think you've wanted me to take you over my knee and give you a firm spanking for a long time." She paused before she went on to finish her thought, "You've wanted to know if I'd make a joke out of it like your mother did or if I'd give you the punishment you've deserved since you brought home that poor grade in your Chemistry class."
Biting my lip hard, I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I looked over at Mallorie calmly driving us home. My voice cracked when I asked, "Mallorie when we get home, are you going to spank me?"
Still not looking away from the road she answered, "Yes I am."
For the remainder of the drive, we sat in silence. Her hand never left my thigh and I found her touch to be both comforting and frightening. Deep down inside, I knew Mallorie was going to give me a serious spanking. It wasn't going to be a few silly swats on my behind. She was going to really and truly spank me. And I couldn't stop my mind from imagining just how hard she was going to punish me. My skinny, little penis was stiff in my pants and at the same time, tears rolled down my cheeks in fear of what I had in store for me.
We pulled into our driveway and I watched our garage door open through teary eyes. She removed her hand from my thigh while she turned our car off and closed the garage door. Before getting out of the car, she looked at me and spoke with a firm tone, "Bobby, I want you to march your skinny little butt into the house and wait for me in the living room."
My lower lip quivered uncontrollably and the tears continued to drip down my face. I didn't reach for the door. I sat there with my hands folded in my lap while I sobbed. I'd never been punished or spoken to like that before. Just the idea of the punishment I had coming was enough to make me cry.
She spoke in that firm voice once again, "Bobby, am I going to have to repeat myself."
My voice cracked and wavered as I sobbed, "M-M-Mallorie, I'm afraid. I've-I've-I've never been spanked before."
"Bobby, get your little ass inside right now!"
I burst into tears and opened the passenger door. I scrambled through the garage door and into the living room. I didn't know where she wanted me to be, so I sat at the end of the coffee table facing the kitchen, the direction she would join me from. I continued to sob and struggled to deal with my rising emotions while I waited for Mallorie to enter the room. I heard her car door open and shut. I heard her open the garage door leading to the kitchen. I held my breath while I listened to her footsteps cross the kitchen until she appeared in the archway that separated our kitchen from our living room.
Mallorie stood in the archway with the kitchen light shining from behind her. She had her hands on her hips and her legs were spread to shoulder width. Her silhouette was very frightening. She stood there without saying a word. We both looked at each other and I'm sure she knew the effect it had on me.
She slowly crossed the room until she stood right in front of me. She reached out and took my hands and helped me rise to my feet. Very slowly, Mallorie began to undress me. She lectured me while removing my shirt. "Bobby, you've gone your entire life without a proper punishment."
She pulled my polo shirt up and off my body while my sobbing went out of control. I was gasping for breaths while she began to undo my belt and dockers.
"Your mother isn't the type of woman who could ever give you the punishments you deserved." She paused to have me sit back down on the coffee table so she could remove my shoes and socks. "Bobby, if you had been my son, you would have spent a substantial amount of time laying over my knee. You would have had a very red and tender bottom on a regular basis."
She paused again to have me stand so she could lower my dockers and underpants to my ankles before having me step out of them. My skinny, prong of a penis was standing up straight and had left a moist spot in my underwear.
Completely naked before her, she looked at me and I suddenly felt like a disobedient boy. Rising to her feet and taking my hand, she led me to the couch. After taking a seat in the middle, she pulled me face-down, across her broad lap. My arm closest to her was trapped between our bodies. She took hold of my other wrist and twisted that arm behind my back. With her free hand, she gently rubbed my clenched butt cheeks.
"Bobby, this is going to be your first real spanking. But I can guarantee you, this won't be your last. From now on, if you disappoint me, I'm going to punish you. Sweetheart, even when you're well behaved, I'm going to begin giving you maintenance spankings to ensure you continue to behave. Do you understand me, young man?"
Her choice of words and her tone made me feel even more like a naughty little boy. I was bawling and struggling to breathe by that point. I tried to answer her question, but I couldn't stop crying.
When her touch left my bottom, it was only for a split second before her open palm came crashing down against my pale cheeks. I wailed out in pain and surprise. She growled, "Well?"
I squealed in a very high pitch, "Yes! Yes, I understand!"
Her voice was calm when she replied, "Good boy." Her hand began to gently rub my cheeks once again. "Bobby, because this is your first real spanking, I'm only going to spank you twenty times, that first one doesn't count."
I gasped but didn't say a word.
"And Bobby, after each one, I want you to tell me one thing you have done that deserved a spanking. Do you understand?"
This time I didn't hesitate, even with the tears rolling down my cheeks and nose beginning to run, I squealed, "Yes ma'am, I understand." My mind already beginning to gather all the naughty things I'd ever done.
Her voice sounded oddly warm when she said, "Ma'am, I like the sound of that."
The moment her touch left my cheeks, I clenched up and tried to prepare for what I knew was coming. When her open palm came crashing against my cheeks my body jerked both from surprise and pain. I squealed out in a high pitch while she left her hand resting on my cheeks. She kept my arm pinned behind my back which kept me from squirming off of her lap. After catching my breath, I began the first of twenty confessions I'd make that day.
"I-I-I got a B- on a Chemistry test."
She spoke in a soft, but firm tone. "Very good."
Without the slightest bit of warning, her hand rose up and came crashing down against my cheeks like a freight train. My body jerked and I squealed again. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my nose began to run. "When you proposed, I-I didn't agree to take your name with you asked me too."
"That is correct and I should have given you a spanking then and there."
When her hand savagely slapped against my cheeks for the third time I began bawling. It wasn't only the spanking that made me cry. It was the emotional toll of confessing my mistakes out loud. I was about to begin telling my fiancé some of my deepest secrets.
After I regained control of my sobbing, I whimpered, "I-I pretended I was sick so I could stay home from school."
She rubbed her open palm over my naked behind and asked, "You were such a good student, why would you pretend to be sick?"
Tears continued to roll down my cheeks and I sniffled before squeaking, "Gym class. It was so I wouldn't have to go to gym class."
While still caressing my bare bottom, she asked, "You didn't like taking showers with other boy's did you?"
My emotions rose up and I began sobbing wildly again. Between gasps from breath, I wailed, "I hated it!"
"Bobby, Sweetheart, was it because you're so much shorter than the other boys? Or was it because you're so skinny? Or was it because you have such a cute little bubble butt? Or was it because your penis is so small with just those little wisps of light blonde hair?"
I sobbed, "All of it! Everyone stared at me!"
She was still gently rubbing my butt while she continued with her line of thought, "It must've been horrible for you to be trapped in those showers. You were surrounded by those tall, strong boys with all of their body hair and their long, thick cocks. You must've felt so out of place. You poor thing."
As she uttered the last syllable of that sentence, her hand rose up and crashed against my cheeks with every bit of her strength. My body jerked and my back arched deeply. I squealed out loudly while collapsing across her lap. She let me sob for several moments before she began to rub my punished cheeks.
With my nose running and tears pouring from my eyes and dripping onto the couch, I whimpered, "I cheated. I-I-I copied from a friend on a History test. I didn't study."
In her soft but firm voice, she stated, "Cheating is never acceptable. Even if you didn't get caught, which it sounds like you didn't, you still deserved a very firm spanking."
Moments before her hand rose up, I squealed, "I know!" And then her open palm crashed against my cheeks again. My back arched and my whole body jerked from the impact. I screamed out in pain and shame while bawling my eyes out.
When I'd calmed down enough, I whispered, "I-I-I have lied about different things to both you and my mom."
With her hand resting on my now-red cheeks, she scolded me. "Bobby, you know better than that. Lying is never acceptable. If I catch you in a lie, I'm going to introduce your skinny behind to my belt."
I squealed out, "I'm sorry Mallorie!!"
Her hand rose up and when it crashed against my cheeks, the sound of her skin slapping against skin filled my ears. I wailed and continued to sob. After sniffing my nose, I moaned, "I once flipped-off my mom behind her back."
She pressed down against my warm, tender cheeks with her open palm. She growled, "If I ever catch you using that finger again, I'm going to slap you across the face and then take you over my lap for a spanking you'll never forget. Do you understand me?"
I squealed, "Yes ma'am! I understand!"
Her hand rose up off my body and then slammed back down against my cheeks harder than ever before. My body jerked and my back arched while I screamed out at the top of my lungs. By this point, I knew what I had to do. I didn't wait to recover from the pain, I confessed through my sobs.
"A few times... while my mom was out with her friends... I got naked... and laid on her bed... and played with myself."
Her voice wasn't as firm as it had been when she said, "You naughty boy. What would your mother have thought if she found you like that?"
My voice shot up several pitches when I squeaked, "I don't know."
I didn't even realize her hand wasn't in contact with my cheeks before it slapped against them once again. My legs were kicking and each time I tried to reach back and protect my cheeks with my hand, she pulled my only free arm farther behind my back. She had me pinned in place across her lap, I wasn't going anywhere.
Whimpering through my sobs, I next confessed, "Once my mom had three friends over for wine." I swallowed and sniffled before continuing, "I got naked in the hall around the corner from the living room and played with myself while listening to them talk."
For the first time, she didn't say a word, she raised her arm up and slammed her palm down on my tender cheeks. I thrashed around on her lap and struggled to get away from her. But I simply wasn't strong enough.
"I-I-I have run around our backyard naked in the middle of the day." I sniffled and then whimpered, "I was hoping our neighbor, Mrs. Harris would step outside and see me."
She scowled, "Perhaps Mrs. Harris will get the opportunity to see you naked. But that will be on my terms!"
Her hand smashed against my poor cheeks again. After thrashing about for a few seconds, I squealed, "The-The last time we visited your mom." I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. "While you were out running an errand, I took a shower and left the bathroom door wide open."
When she spoke, her voice sounded raspy and she was beginning to breathe heavily. "Bobby, if you want people to see you naked so badly, I can make that happen!"
Her hand slammed against my cheeks with full power. While I still wailed with each impact, I was left sobbing and squirming across her lap.
After a few moments, I whimpered softly, "I-I once stole.... something from a store."
Mallorie dragged her fingernails across my tender behind. "What did you steal, Bobby?"
Tears poured from my eyes, I was about to confess something I never thought I'd tell anyone. Gasping for breaths, I squeaked, "Panties. Pink panties."
Her voice was even raspier when she asked, "What did you do with those pretty, pink panties? Did you wear them, Bobby?"
I wailed like a tortured soul, "Yes! I wore them as often as I could until they were worn out and falling apart!"
Her thick thighs squeezed together beneath me and that movement made me realize that my penis was stiff! I was in the middle of a very serious spanking and I had a hard-on! I'd fantasized about spankings, but I never thought I'd be hard during one.
"You shouldn't keep secrets like that from me, it's as bad a lying." I thought I heard her moan before saying, "Maybe this weekend, we'll go shopping and replace all of your boring underwear with pretty panties."
Her hand came crashing down on the tender spot where my butt cheek met my thigh. I screamed out in agony and thrashed about over her lap. I whimpered between sobs, "Mallorie, can we please stop? I'm really sorry about everything. I promise I'll behave."
She growled at me, "No. And you need to tell me something."
Biting my lip and sniffling my nose, I whispered, "Sometimes when my mom was out with her friends, I would spend the whole evening wearing one of her silky nightgowns." My sobbing began anew when I uttered, "I've worn some of your nightgowns too."
Her voice was surprisingly calm, but she was still breathing heavily, "Bobby, it isn't nice to wear other people's clothes without their permission. This weekend when we're out shopping, we'll pick you up a few nightgowns too."
The next three spanking came in quick succession, one right after the other. She spanked me, I confessed and she immediately struck me again.
*SMACK!*
"I've tried to cum in my own mouth several times!"
*SMACK!*
"I've fingered my bottom!"
*SMACK!*
"I've fucked my bottom with a carrot!"
She paused to catch her breath while I bawled my eyes out and squirmed on her lap. With my arm still pinned behind my back, I was trapped and forced to accept my punishment and confess my sins. It was extremely emotional telling her my deepest secrets, things I never thought anyone else would ever know. My bottom was throbbing and tender as I lay naked across her lap.
Her voice was raspy and she half-moaned, "I'm learning so much about my fiancé. I would love to watch you cum in your own mouth. And I'm sure we can find something more exciting than a carrot to fuck your cute little ass with."
When she raised her arm, I clenched my cheeks and gritted my teeth. Her hand slapped against that same spot where my butt cheek met my thigh on my other leg. I squealed out loud and she pinned my arm behind my back a little tighter to keep me from squirming too much.
"Mallorie... please? Can't we stop?? Pretty please??"
She dragged her fingernails across my tormented cheeks while growling, "No. Keep talking!"
My voice cracked and I was mortified to tell her, "Sometimes... when I play with myself... I still think about.... I-I-I still think about the spanking my mom gave me."
Her voice was soft and firm, "I'm not surprised."
The force and suddenness of her next blow knocked the wind out of me. I was gasping and sobbing and screaming all at the same time. And I was kept pinning across her lap with my arm folded behind my back.
After a few moments, I was able to continue with my confession. "We went shopping a few months ago... you sent me to find some new shoes for myself... I didn't... I snuck into the women's dressing room instead... I got naked and played with myself... ladies were coming and going... I think I heard you go in there once too."
 She growled at me but didn't say a word. Her hand rose up and slammed against the sweet-spot where my leg met my butt cheek again. I thrashed about on her lap until she nudged my arm farther behind my back to keep me in place.
While still crying, I went onto admit, "Just after we moved in together... you were out with my mom... I used one of your store-bought douches in my bottom."
She growled, "Dammit! I would have enjoyed watching that!"
Her hand slapped against my very tender and sore bottom very suddenly. I squealed and thrashed about, kicking my legs around wildly. "I have always complained when you tell me to eat you after we make love. I don't hate doing that. I actually like licking you clean."
Her growl was raspy and her breathing was very heavy, "Good. You'll be doing that a lot more often!" She rubbed circles on my cheeks and said, "Last one, let's make it a good one."
Her large, strong hand slammed against my butt cheeks with an unbelievable amount of force. I screamed out and sobbed pathetically. I lay there naked, across her lap while she gently caressed my abused cheeks with her warm, open palm. She released my wrist and used that hand to rub my lower back. With a soft, gentle tone she said, "Bobby, you still have one more thing to tell me."
Biting my lip hard, I sniffled my nose and wiped my tears away with my now free hand. I thought hard for something else to confess other than what was at the front of my mind. In the end, it was what I had to tell her. I could no longer keep that secret from her. Not after all I had confessed. She needed to know my most shameful secret.
After taking a deep breath, I summoned all my courage and began to share my most embarrassing secret. "Um, you know my mom's boss, Mr. Kent. Don't you?"
Mallorie continued to caress my abused bottom and lower back with her large, soft hands. "Yes, I've met him several times."
I nibbled on my lip and didn't even try to look up at her. My voice was shaky and cracked when I next spoke, "Before we met, I went to my mom's company Christmas party. And, Mr. Kent was there..."
Mallorie whispered, "Of course he was at the holiday party. It is his company."
My penis was stiff and poking down between her thick thighs. I squirmed around across her lap before I continued, "Well, it was getting late. I was coming out of the bathroom. And I ran into Mr. Kent. He had been drinking. And I don't know if he thought I was someone else or not..."
Her voice was soft and understanding when she asked, "What did he do to you, Sweetheart?"
I fought to keep myself from crying, "He backed me against a wall and... He kissed me."
Her hands never stopped caressing my naked body. The tone of her voice never changed from the soft, gentle tone she had begun using. "Bobby, did you kiss him back?"
My back arched and I know I was blushing from head to toe, "No, I don't think so. But I didn't stop him either. Maybe I did."
"Did you two do anything more than just kiss?"
Biting my lip and squirming on her lap, I whispered, "No, not really. We just kissed in that hall for a while."
Mallorie turned her wrist so she could lay her middle finger between my cheeks. She began to slide it up and down without pressing between them. "Did you want him to do more than just kiss you?"
Rolling my hips up so her finger slipped between my cheeks a little ways, I half-moaned, "Yes."
"Bobby, would you have stopped Mr. Kent if he undressed you?"
My voice sounded squeaky, "No."
"Bobby, what would you have done if he pushed you down onto your knees?"
My voice was still very squeaky sounding, "I-I-I would have opened his pants and taken him in my mouth."
"And Bobby, if he told you to get on your hands-and-knees, reach back and spread your cheeks open for him, would you?"
"Yes."
Her finger dipped between my cheeks and the pad of her finger was gently pressing against my tight, knot of a hole. "Bobby, Honey, do you still wish Mr. Kent would have put his long, fat cock inside of you?"
My voice sounded whiney, "Mallorie, I can't do this."
She began to tap her finger against my wrinkled hole and said, "Yes, you can. Just answer my question. Do you want Mr. Kent to make love to you?"
Even more whiney sounding than before, "Please Mallorie. Don't make me."
Her voice sounded firm and serious when she said, "Am I going to have to get my belt?"
I shivered and whined, "No!"
"Then answer my question."
After biting my lip hard and rolling up my hips up high to give her access to the depths between my cheeks, I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to answer honestly, "Yes."
She sounded pleased when she went on to ask, "Yes, what?"
I swallowed hard and uttered, "I wish Mr. Kent had seduced me that night. I wish he made love me."
We remained like that for quite a while. I was naked and lying face down across her lap. My bottom was still tender from the spanking she'd given me. And I was having a difficult time believing all of the secrets I'd just shared with her. Mallorie's finger slipped from between my cheeks and she went back to lovingly caressing my lower back and butt cheeks.
Eventually, we got up from the couch and held hands as we made our way to our bedroom. My skinny, little penis was as stiff as ever and bounced with every step I took. My clothes were left behind on the living room floor.
When we arrived in our room, Mallorie embraced me and kissed my lips gently. She then whispered two words, "Undress me."
I reached up and began to undo the buttons on her top. It fell to the floor after sliding off her shoulders. Moving around behind her, I nibbled on my lip while struggling with the 4 sturdy clips on her bra. When that task was accomplished, I rushed back in front of her and slowly pulled the cups of her bra away from her body. Her enormous D-cup breasts fell free exposing her apple-sized areolas and thimble-sized nipples. Her fingers ran through my hair when I leaned in and gave each nipple a gentle, loving kiss.
Mallorie sat on the bed while I first removed her shoes, then her socks. I gave each of her big toes a kiss while she smiled down at me. Back on her feet, I undid the button and zipper on her pants. I wiggled them over her hips and down her legs. While I knelt to remove them from her feet, I noticed a very large moist spot on her panties and could feel the warm humidity from her sex.
Remaining on my knees, I reached up and slowly lowered her high-rise, support panties. First, her thick, jet black, jungle of pubic hair came into view. I continued to peel her panties away from her dripping sex. Her lips were peeled open like a flower and her fat clit poked out from between them. After lowering her panties to her ankles, I completely removed them as she lifted first one foot and then the other.
Mallorie stepped back toward the bed and sat down. She leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs wide apart and rested her feet on the bedframe. I crawled across the room on my hands-and-knees and rose up at the edge of the bed, right between her legs. Leaning in, I sucked her clit into my mouth and tickled it with my tongue.
After a deep moan, she shook her head and whispered, "Bobby, fuck me with your little penis. You can make me cum with your mouth afterward."
Even though I'd told her I enjoyed cleaning her after we'd had sex, it was strange that she knew. She was already using that confession against me. I had been honest, I loved to kiss and lick her when she was hypersensitive after we'd made love. But she knew I enjoyed cleaning the messes I'd made. It was terribly embarrassing, but it was even nicer to know that I didn't have to hide that from her anymore.
I slowly rose to my feet and took hold of my rigid, little, pink prong. Stepping closer, I slid inside Mallorie with ease. She was so slippery and warm, my toes curled up into knots as soon as I was all the way inside.
I'm not delusional, I know I have a smaller than average penis. Mallorie sometimes teases me and asks, 'are you in yet?'. The first few times she did that, it did hurt my feelings. But whenever she comments on the size of my penis, I wind up having the biggest, most powerful orgasms. And this time was no different.
She giggled and said the four words I had such a love/hate relationship with, "Are you in yet?"
When I grunted, "Yes!"
She giggled, "Are you sure? Because I don't feel anything!"
I looked into her eyes and whined, "Mallorie!"
She was leaning back on her elbows. Her huge breasts were spread apart with the stiff nipples pointing slightly away from each other. She grinned at me and said, "It's okay Sweetheart. I don't need to feel you now. You have your fun and squirt inside of me." She licked her lips and whispered, "I'll cum good and hard when you eat me after you're finished."
My orgasm came on quickly and exploded out like a volcano. My muscles all went taut and my arms flailed around like crazy. Goosebumps popped up all over my body and I squealed in a very high pitch as my orgasm crested. My penis squirted out three bursts of my love inside of Mallorie. I slipped my penis out from inside of her and rubbed the head of my penis against her fat clit while the last drops of my cum oozed out.
Falling to my knees between her thighs, I leaned in and took her creamy clit in my mouth. Mallorie laid back flat on the bed and began pinching her nipples with her fingers. I licked circles around her clit and sucked it back into my mouth again.
Mallorie moaned, "Bobby, I'm going to buy a long, fat strap-on dildo so I can make love to your cute little bottom."
I moaned into her pussy and began sliding my tongue up and down in the crease beneath her lips. I looped my arms around her thick thighs and pressed my face against her. After dipping my tongue into her pussy, I was rewarded with the taste of our combined juices.
She moaned, "I wasn't kidding about our shopping trip this weekend. Sweetie, I'm going to keep you in panties at all times. And you're going to look adorable in sexy little nightgowns."
Dipping my tongue inside of her and swallowing the cream that leaked out, I moaned softly and nuzzled my nose against her clit.
She continued to pinch a nipple with one hand while the other drifted down and combed through her damp pubic bush, "Maybe one night soon, I'll invite old, Mrs. Harris over for a glass of wine while you're running around in a sexy nightie."
Without pulling my face away from her sex, I moaned, "Mallorie!!"
"And I'm going to have to find reasons to give you a spanking while visiting both your mom and mine. Think about it, while I strip you naked, they'll both learn you wear panties. And I'm going to take those panties off right in front of them. Both your mom and mine will see you completely naked. And they'll both get to witness me giving you a proper punishment. They are going to see you cry and squirm around on my lap. And afterward, I may make you stand naked in the corner with a red bottom and a stiff penis."
I moaned into her pussy again, "Mallorie!!!"
"If I left you at my mother's house and gave her permission to punish you if you stepped out of line, do you think she would? If after watching me strip you naked and spank your skinny little butt, do you think my mom would do the same thing?"
My little penis had become very stiff once again and my little balls were pulled up tight to my body. I was humping myself against the side of the mattress. Pulling my face away from her pussy, I squealed out loudly, "Yes! I hope so!!"
Burying my tongue inside of her, my cream drained into my mouth. Rocking my head from side to side, I dragged my nose back-and-forth across her clit. In the softest of voices, she whispered, "What about your mom? Maybe she'd strip you naked and give you a playful spanking."
I groaned and arched my back deeply.
"She may even pinch your little penis between her thighs while she spanks you. Can you imagine squirting while your mom..."
Mallorie's thighs clamped down on my head and wasn't able to hear the rest of what she said. Dipping my tongue inside of her, I felt the walls of her pussy flex and vibrate. Dragging my nose across her clit, and hugging her thighs tightly, I pressed my face more firmly against her. I never heard a sound, I only felt her body spasm, twitch and vibrate as she finally achieved the orgasm she deserved.
Her thighs eventually relaxed and allowed me to sit back on my heels. My face was drenched with her juices and I'm sure I looked a mess. I knelt there on the floor between her legs and watched her body recover from what I hoped was a memorable orgasm.
She didn't say a word until she had sat upright and was looking down at me. "Bobby, you're little thing is stiff again. Come up here and let's find out if I can make you squirt twice." She giggled, "Let's see if we can make you squirt into your mouth!"
Mallorie swiveled around and moved toward one end of our bed. She had me lay face up with my head right between her spread thighs. She leaned forward and took hold of both my legs with her hands behind my knees. She pulled them back toward her and we worked together until my hips were directly above my face with my legs captured under her arms.
I lay there looking up at my rigid and throbbing penis. I'd done this several times by myself, sometimes I squirted in my mouth. And other times I missed and gave myself a facial. I found it very hard to aim. And I had never done this with anyone else watching! But this was Mallorie, my fiancé, the woman I loved. If I were ever to do this with someone else, it could have only been Mallorie.
She adjusted my legs under her arms so my penis was as close to my lips as it would get. I could almost touch it with the tip of my tongue. Mallorie reached under my hips with one hand while keeping my leg trapped in that armpit. She took my penis between her first finger and thumb and began to stroke it up and down. She peered down at me from between my legs and made sure my penis was aimed properly.
"Bobby, this is the sexiest thing I've ever done." She moaned softly while still stroking my skinny penis. As a drop of my clear precum began its slow descent to my lips, she whispered, "Open wide Sweetie. I don't want you to miss a drop."
Looking up at the love of my life, I parted my lips and we both watched the drop of excitement land on my tongue. For a brief moment, my tongue was connected to my penis by a thin strand of my love. Mallorie smiled proudly down at me as I closed my lips and swallowed. Parting my lips open again, I waited for the next drop to arrive. But I'd cum so recently, I knew it was going to take a while and Mallorie knew it too.
She didn't stroke me faster. Instead, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and pressed it between my cheeks. She licked my wrinkled hole!!! The feeling of it was so powerful and intense, my body went crazy! I thought I was having a seizure! But I couldn't move much at all, Mallorie had me folded over on top of myself with my legs trapped under her strong arms. She never stopped stroking my penis and it let out three big drops of precum that missed my mouth and landed instead on my chin, nose, and cheek.
When Mallorie sat up and looked down at me again, she moaned, "Did that feel good, Bobby? Did you enjoy that, Sweetheart?"
When I opened my mouth and squeaked the word, "Yes!", a drop of my precum fell directly into my mouth.
While leaning back toward my wrinkled hole, she whispered, "You are so fucking cute!"
This time she didn't just lick my wrinkled button. No, she licked circles around it and tried to poke her tongue inside of me. She licked over and around it until my arms began flailing around wildly and I tried to kick my legs free from her grasp. She then sat up and began to stroke me a little faster.
She looked down on me and asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Bobby?"
I squeaked, "Yes!"
Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she asked, "Are you going to cum right in your mouth? Are you going to swallow it all down like a good boy?"
Again, I squeaked, "Yes!!"
Her voice got deeper when she said, "You're going to have a mouthful of cum, straight from a penis. Just imagine that is Mr. Kent's big, fat cock pointing down at you. And when you cum, it'll be Mr. Kent who is filling your mouth with his cream."
My arms went wild and began pounding against the mattress on either side of me. My toes curled up into knots and my eyes opened wide when my little balls popped inside of my body. I watched the opening on the tip of my penis spread open as a large blob of cum shot out at full speed and fell directly into my wide-open mouth. I didn't close my mouth or swallow. I kept my mouth open for the rest of what it had coming.
Mallorie kept her finger and thumb looped around my little hard-on and stroked it quickly while keeping it aimed into my mouth. I grunted and my body twitched as the next, even bigger glob of pearly white cream raced into my mouth.
Her voice was deep and I could hear her arousal, "Oh Baby, this is the first of many times that we'll be doing this!"
She squeezed down with her finger and thumb and began jacking it off at a very quick pace. Three smaller dollops of cum left my mouth half-filled. And Mallorie squeezed out two more drops before she released my penis. I lay there looking up at both my penis and Mallorie between my legs. I didn't swallow, I was waiting for Mallorie to tell me to. When she remained up there, looking down at me with a proud gleam in her eye, I knew I'd made her happy.
She spoke in a soft whisper, "Swallow it. Swallow it all, Bobby."
I don't think she even blinked her eyes while I closed my mouth and swallowed three different times before it all went down. I then opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.
I bit my lower lip and said, "That was fun."
While releasing my legs and letting me lay on my back between her thighs, she said, "Fun, is an understatement. That was incredibly sexy! You just swallowed cum that came straight from your penis!"
I giggled and squirmed around on the bed, "I know!"
Mallorie slid down from her sitting position and spooned me from behind. She kissed my ear before whispering, "Bobby, I really wasn't kidding. We're going shopping for panties and nighties this weekend."
I wiggled my butt back against her and whispered, "I never thought you were kidding."
She kissed my ear again, "And I'm going to find a way for Mrs. Harris to see you in a nightie and maybe naked too."
Biting my lip, I squeaked, "Soon, I hope."
She nibbled on my earlobe, "Sweetheart, we both know you've had a complete lack of discipline your entire life. From now on, I'm going to punish you when you deserve it. And I'll give you Saturday afternoon spankings to encourage you to behave."
I whimpered, "I understand, Mallorie."
We lay there together with her snuggled up to me from behind. She held me in her arms and I'd never felt so loved before. I was so relaxed, I was in danger of drifting off to sleep. But she shifted her body behind me and hugged me closer to her.
Her voice was slightly deeper, "We're going to visit my mother the week after next. While we're there, guess who will be wearing panties the entire time?"
I squeaked, "Me?"
She kissed my ear, "And during that visit, can you guess who is going to continue leaving the bathroom door wide open while he showers?"
Biting my lip, I whimpered, "Me."
She whispered, "That's right, Sweetheart."
There was a pause in our conversation. We were both laying there and thinking about how our activities of the evening would alter our relationship. Neither of us was upset. My confessions of the night had brought us closer together. I had no secrets to hide behind. And I knew I never would have to lie to her again.
 Her voice was soft, "Bobby, if the opportunity arises, I want you to make a pass at Mr. Kent."
I quickly squeaked, "But!"
Mallorie cut me off, "It won't hurt my feelings or affect our relationship. You obviously have some very strong homosexual tendencies. I don't want to be the reason you never experience that sort of love. I'm positive Mr. Kent will be slow and gentle. He'll make the encounter as wonderful as possible."
I swallowed hard and looked back over my shoulder at her. "Mallorie, I don't know what to say?"
She rose up on her elbow, leaned down and kissed my lips. "I have one condition. If anything happens between you and Mr. Kent, I want you to tell me about it right away. No secrets."
I leaned up and kissed her lips, "I promise."