Friday, October 15, 2010
A "Rare" Story at Oysters and Chocolate
(Photo by Igor Amelkovich)
Ah, the Friday of a hectic week, what better way to relax than to lie back with some oysters and chocolate and a steamy erotic tale of a group spanking? After all, the more, the merrier when it comes to blushing bottoms!
I've posted an appetizer excerpt below. To enjoy the entire feast, check out "A Rare Find" and don't forget to vote and comment if you feel so inspired. Remember, if you don't, I might just have to give you a spanking....
From "A Rare Find":
I raised my outstretched palm high over Charlotte’s ass. Four pairs of eyes followed me, then paused, as I stopped in midair. I could feel the room grow hotter, fueled by the scorching glow between their legs—their cocks twitching, cunts clenching, buttocks tingling. My own body throbbed from the thrill of it. This was better than fucking someone. It was much better, because I could fuck everyone in the room with a simple flourish of my hand.
I lowered my arm to my side.
Soft groans of disappointment filled the room.
“I can’t do this,” I announced primly. “Charlotte doesn’t deserve to be punished. She’s a good girl.”
“How many good girls beg for a spanking?” Curt shot back.
“She’s not begging,” I replied. “She hasn’t said a word.”
Charlotte took her cue. “Please…please spank me.”
I paused, as if I were struggling with my conscience. “Why? Why do you deserve a spanking?”
“I’ve…been…bad,” Charlotte gasped.
“What have you done that’s bad?”
Charlotte wiggled her buttocks in frustration. She didn’t yet realize that the answers didn’t matter.
I clicked my tongue. “You don’t have to say it. I know what you did. You let Wendy pull your shorts up so they’re rubbing against your clit. It’s turning you on, isn’t it, Charlotte?”
She whimpered assent.
I pulled back my hand and gave her a satisfying smack right on her tender crack. An electric jolt shot through my palm straight to my pussy. Charlotte cried out and arched her back. She was ready for more. So was I.
“There’s something else that’s turning you on, isn’t there? You like bending over this stool and showing off your ass to men you barely know. Are you a naughty show-off, Charlotte?”
Beside me, Curt’s breath was coming harsh and fast. It was working: I was hitting him right where it hurt.
“You don’t need to answer,” I purred. “Actions speak louder than words. But before I spank you again, you have to do something really bad. You have to play with the pretty pink nipple that’s hanging out of your shirt. Show Joel and Lawrence how you like to be touched. Hey, even your husband might learn something. Will you do that for me?”
“Y…yes,” Charlotte stuttered. Her elbow lifted as she brought her hand to her breast. My own chest tightened in anticipation. Would she really do anything I asked?
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I found that fabulous, Donna! Whew! Thanks so much for sharing! :)
And thank you for your comment over at O&C, Emerald. I, too, hope Charlotte turned the tables on Curt. It was a night for surprises!
Delicious! Nasty! Wonderful!
I like the picture too. Very nice.
Thank you, Craig. Those group stories are a challenge, but fun to make it all come out even in the end :-).
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